http://slow.writerscafe.org/evasirico The original writings of author Eva Sirois en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779299104 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Presenting Samaria, daughter of Sagan of the Cypress Clan, and Guardsmen Byron, son of Griffin, of the Oak Clan," the herald bellowed, the sound ringing throughout the hall.    I swept into the room, with Byron following close behind me. The hall was empty of people except for two me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evasirico/790048/    Long ago, all the clans lived together in peace. Until one day, restlessness and darkness crept into the heart of Ash Clan's leader, Jareth. He began to dream that all the other clans were conquered and slaves to him. He desired to be an emperor, with all the people bowing down to him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evasirico/783991/    I slowed my horse to a walk as I approached the guards. My cloak had the cypress leaf emblem clearly shown.   The guards stuck their spears out as I approached. "Halt! Who goes there?" one of them called.    "Samaria, daughter of Sagan of the Cypress Clan," I said in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evasirico/783728/    Two weeks earlier, I had stood in my mother's room, listening gravely to what she had to say. My mother was tall, with black hair cut brutally short, and sharp, clear green eyes. These eyes are the trademark of Cypress Clan. Nothing escaped those eyes. They had the ability to see clearl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evasirico/783724/ Miles    Room 314, Friday, 2:15 p.m. That's what the little card read, anyway. I was on the third floor, searching. There was a room 313, and a room 315, but there wasn't a 314. Where the room should be was a blank wall.    I walked up and down the hall in frustration, then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/evasirico/753862/ Cy    I waited outside of her math class. 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