Well there seems to be a couple of My Poems topics, and I wanted to post a couple of stories, but then I thought that it was unecessary to start a new topic for only me. So here is a topic where all of you out there that write can post your things. It doesn't only have to be poems and stories, but can be songs or just qoutes that you have come up with, just as long as it's apropriate.
Please, go ahead and post away!
You can also leave comments on what you think of the writing, but please, try not to sound too critical. 
We're Home, Brother
"We're home!" Alexandria whispered into the night.
"We're home, we're home, we're home," She couldn't get enough of the words, finally, after what seemed ages she was back home. The starry sky looked down upon her, as if happy to see her return. The trees blew slightly and the breeze seemed to sing her name in their branches and leaves, even the grass seemed to whisper her name.
"Finally boy, we're home!" She stroke Nannionath over the nose with light fingers, feeling his fine balck fur underneath her hand. He was her steed, who she had ridden to war and suffering seven years ago. It was a wonder they had made it back, together.
She took a couple of insecure steps towards her village, as if not knowing, if it was time to come back just yet. She let her eyes travel up to the stars, looking at the moon, which seemed to smile down at her.
She was about to continue, but changed her mind and walked off the path into the fields of grass and grain. In the distance a vast forest could be sighted, which then curved around the village and came back around, and could be seen to the south of the road as well, and then circled around, creating a sort of sea of grass, in which middle a village was located.
Alexandria walked into the sea, and let her hand run across the strands of grass which reached high abover her waist. She walked until there was a small clearing of shorter grass, and a mound.
"He would have been proud of me, you would have been proud." She looked down on the mound sitting herself down by its end, laying a hand on the grass as if listening to a heart beat.
"I'm back now, I made it, just like you said I would. I don't know if you knew that I was coming back, or if you even believed I would. I don't know," Tears started slowly falling down her pale cheeks and her long flowing dark hair got tangled in the wind. "But I made it through, all thanks to you. I did it all for you. You taught me and you stayed by my side, not once did you leave me. You gave me hope, strength and courage to do what no one else dared. I thank you for everything. So, thank you...brother." She sobbed the last words, patted the ground and looked up to see the old oak tree who had been watching her dead brother for seven years. The tree must have been one hundred years old, at least. She touched the dagger in her belt, a single reminder of her last day of practice with her brother. But also a reminder of war. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind letting silent tears run down her face and soak the ground under her feet.
Finally she pulled herself together, turned around and went back out on the trail, leading down to her village, to her house, to her family who thought her dead.
She dried her tears and entered on the trail turned towards her village, and said one last time,
"We're home." Then she took of running towards the lights in the village her horse trotting behind her, down the slope and out of view, with the stars, the moon, the forest, and the grass watching.
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