<span style="font-style: italic">Today I had many things thrown and yelled at me. I have so many judgments filling my ears and hatred swarming my body. Even my family, those genetically programed to love me, doesn't want me here. I want to make my own haven. My own world of solitude and no judgment for those like me.</span><br/><br/>Aria closed her journal and put in her bag. She finished packing all of her things and left. No not on the screen door. No pie in the window. Just gone. She set out through the forest she walked for days and nights until she came into a clearing. A beautiful field surrounded by a forest there was but one run down cottage a weeping willow tree sat next to it swaying in the wind.<br/><br/>Aria walked gracefully across the field to the cottage and knocked but did not receive an answer. It was abandoned. She walked in and saw how everything had been left, and for a quite sometime. dusted had collected over every inch of the little house. She sat her things down and went to the stream and filled a pale that was sitting on the porch with water. She cleaned the entire little cottage shining everything. She then put the sheets she and blankets she had packed on the bed. Soon the little run down shack had become home.<br/><br/>About 2 months had gone by and Aria has spiffied up her house quite a bit, making trips into a near by town to get supplies. She had even used her fine magic skills to help her get in-door plumbing and tidy up. She sat on her porch in her rocking chair and smiled to herself she had become quite happy and content. Aria had found her haven, her safe place, her happiness and her world.<br/><br/><br/><br/>In the forest, however, lurked an ancient unknown evil. A secret she did not know. Her happy little haven was surrounded by a deep brooding mystery.