Blog Entries from Amara

It was the first day of summer, my friend Tael and I were laying on the lush green fields of my uncles land. Two eight year old boys resting after a romp in the tall grass. " Caleras," I remember Tael asking, " are you really going to be the new lord when you're older?" I looked at him and smiled. Tael sat up, the wind blowing through his dirty-blonde hair, and frowned. "What is wrong?" I inquired, also sitting up, "Are you not happy for me?" He looked at me, worriedly, with his dark...