SevenWatersClub

Silent as the Waters She stared at the cool, calm waters A couple of swans floating by She stared at them with her eyes For her brothers they are, under an evil spell She promised she wouldn't speak For years and years to come A red haired boy found her, alone and silent He made her his prisoner, she would be the one She stood at his side But never said a single word He felt, to the underworld she would slide Just because of those seven birds They entered a battle, but didn't know An enemy at their back, she did saw For the first time in years She let out all of her fears He noticed her broken, rasping voice Turned and dodge

She was a pitiful thing. Skinny, dirty, cruelly abused and as stubborn a creature as ever I had witnessed. Thus was my first impression of little Jenny. From the very moment I had fished her sorry, fevered body from the clutches of a raging storm, my head screamed an endless refrain of what a mistake I had made. The rational part of my mind argued a thousand different reasons why I should leave this wild, speechless Irish girl well enough alone, but the other part of my mind—the side that did not often find its voice—was suddenly whispering a sweet song of promise and adventure. The temptation, I found, was far stronger than the fear of blu