Hey, people. It's been a while since I last added stuff. This is a little side-dish to N-Activities, and no, I did not drop it. You should expect an update of that one as well, when the school work drops a bit in quantity.

This idea was sticking around in my head for a while now, and I felt it had to be written down. I'm planning three parts maximum to this story, so it's not as big a project as N-Activities.

It came to me because I have been to Europe many a time, and have been given the opportunity to explore fortresses, ruins, castles (as they sure aren't missing over there). Since the Middle Ages always fascinated me, I couldn't help but want to put my personal view of them.

If any of you want an extra visual reference and have been to Europe as well, I've based this fortress on medieval Austrian mountaintop castles, though there undoubtebly will be other influences as well.

In this short piece, our characters are situated in our time, and looking back at a past they were not completely part of, but of which they are unknowingly experiencingthe effects, as we all are.

Exceptionally, I have used the lyrics of a two artists, and therefore must say I do not own them (the lyrics, I mean, not the artists... Though the artists I don't own either).

Without further chit-chat, please enjoy this shot I'm quite fond of.

(Translation:
Sixty-five millions years now
On a sunny day like this one
One of our grandparents romanced
The girl of his dreams. -Nothing New, Francis Cabrel

Nothing New
Part 1 / 3
By CM

Zelda sighed, running a pale hand through her long golden hair. She slammed her car door behind her, feeling the bright sun on her skin, and the wind brushing against her face.

She had parked on a gravel path, and the peach coloured rocks crunched under her feet. She took in a deep breath of fresh air, walking to the side of the path, to a low, thick stone wall, where she leaned. Before her lay open air ruins. Medieval ruins of what used to be a fortress now stood precariously on the large green shelf. What was left of the walls stood against the deep blue sky where floated a few fluffy white clouds. Vines climbed all over the stones, their pale pink and white flowers enjoying the sun. The light wind rustled the trees all around.

Zelda felt herself smile despite the grim feelings that dwelled inside her heart. She turned around and looked at the last remaining part of the castle, that had been barely kept as a tourist attraction. On white metal stands outside, colourful postcards of the area attracted the eye. The modern glass door just behind opened on a souvenir shop, and in the back room beyond, a restoration centre for the site.

Zelda rolled her shoulders, breathing out and turning back to the beautiful view of the ruins on the shelf side. A few tourists walked by, a few families were taking an afternoon stroll by the remnants of history. It was truly a beautiful day.

It was the sound of the gravel crunching behind her that made Zelda turn around and smile.

"Miss Harkinian," the little, round man welcomed. He was dressed in a casual little business outfit, with a sun hat on his half bald head. What was left of his hair peeked out of the brims, white and soft. His big, rippled hands were shoved in his slacks. His little eyes were benevolent. Zelda was familiar with him, and admired his devotion to history. He was the head of the restoration team, as well as master of the open air museum of Hyrule Castle.

She nodded in acknowledgement. He smiled in that satisfied way of his.

"It's been a long while since I last saw you here. Has something happened?"

Zelda forced a smile. "Can't I take a stroll on my own property?"

He barked a laugh, shaking his head. "I'll stay quiet. It isn't my job to ask questions. At least, not about actuality."

Zelda smiled weakly, her eyes falling to the ground. The plump little old man reached out to pat her shoulder comfortingly but vigorously, smiling tightly in his beard. "Don't worry. Whatever it is, you'll have forgotten in a few years. It's not built out of stone, I'll bet," he said, indicating the ruins. "In any case, do you want to have a little something to drink?"

Zelda shook her head, a tiny smile titling the edge of her lips. "No, thank you." She was silent a short moment, before glancing back up at the man. "Mister Luz―"

"Rauru."

"Um, yes. Rauru." She corrected herself. "I have a few matters to discuss with you, concerning the ownership of the estate."

Rauru Luz looked slightly taken aback. He immediately looked grave, and he nodded slowly, leisurely following Zelda as she strolled down the peach gravel path. Zelda went on.

"I had a talk with Mister Dragmire―"

"Ganondorf Dragmire," Rauru specified, looking severely disapproving. Zelda nodded.

"Yes. Mister Dragmire. And I decided that his suggestion ―about selling the estate to the consulate― would not be . . . well, a good idea."

At that, Rauru looked both shocked and pleased. He beamed at Zelda, who shyly smiled back. "You're not selling, Miss Harkinian? Oh, what jolly news! What on Earth may have triggered such a wise decision, pray tell?"

Zelda shrugged, looking at the aged ruined walls they passed by. "I figured that there was still much more for me to discover about this place. He wasn't too pleased, but the way I see it . . . It's my estate, and I do what I please with it."

The glint in Rauru's eyes immediately flared up. "Oh, wise indeed! It is true that a whole section of your family's history rests here at Hyrule Castle, and that almost every piece found on the grounds bears your family's coat-of-arms― Yes, it is a wise decision to keep this estate in your family. Very wise. And the consulate would not know half of what you do. Oh, what a dreadful idea that Mister Dragmire tried selling you!" He nudged her with his elbow, smiling benevolently. "Our dearest Zelda Harkinian was always smarter than those dignitaries. A proud, intelligent young lady you are!"

Zelda, satisfied to see that for once someone agreed with her late decision, smiled, genuinely this time. They followed the gravel path into the cover of a small patch of trees. She could see a bit farther in the woods, the ruins covered in foliage. She smiled wider. This land was hers, and only hers.

"In any case," she went on, "I have reserved a hotel room in town. I'll be staying away from the big city for a while, just enough for things to cool down. And anyway, I got your mail about the new discoveries―"

"Oh, yes!" Rauru excitedly hopped, which was rather funny to witness. "You'll be absolutely thrilled! Link and I have uncovereda whole new wing to the fortress! You know how I always told you that the southern area was very uncovered and vulnerable to enemy attacks? Well, Link calls me only last week, telling me he found large foundations that could only belong to the southern wall and gate!"

Zelda laughed lightly, listening to the enthusiastic old man, motioning for him to slow down. She cocked her head to the side, smiling softly but curiously.

"Now, now, Rauru. First things first: who on Earth is Link?"

Rauru shot her a pointed look. "Why, Zelda. Link Forester. I'm sure I mentioned him to you. He is our local study of the Harkinian history! He knows almost more about your family than you do! And he knows the estate like his pocket."

Zelda nodded, impressed. "Well, that's certainly more than I can say myself."

"Which is why we hired him. He was always a history maniac. Much like myself. Oh, I'll have to present him to you. I'm sure you'll get along tremendously."

Zelda forced a smile. If Mister Link Forester was anything like Rauru, then she was in for historical talk non-stop. And it could get tiring for a modern young woman like herself.

"Come this way. I'll show you. We closed off the grounds for the time being. You know, to explore and uncover. As the owner, it's only fair that we show you around. Come, come!"

And show he did. Zelda felt her heart beat in her chest, seeing the low foundations of her ancestors' fortress. They were covered in wild grass, and they were on a steep shelf side, in the sun at the edge of a little wood. The view on the valley beyond and the mountains was breathtaking. She understood how the valley people could not see them. They were too high up on the shelf and too low in height.

Zelda had to take a moment to catch her breath. The sun smiled cheerfully, and the air was cool and chased the summer heat away. The sky was blue behind the shimmering green mountains and the small village houses aligned on a single street down in the valley, not any bigger than matchboxes, looked so charming. And just behind the last row of houses, a tiny, sinuous river snaked between rocks and greenery, shining and bubbling.

And then, dominating it all, her ancestry's castle. Zelda felt elated.

To think that just a few centuries ago, this whole land belonged to her great-great-great-great… great grandfather, as far as the eye could see. After many long years, the land she now owned was only limited to the castle, though it was a rather large estate on its own.

It was hers.

Rauru, standing a bit lower on the hill, hands on his hips, turned back to her with a bright, satisfied smile.

"I knew you'd like it," he declared, and she beamed at him, though she hadn't voiced that very thought. "And it doesn't stop here. Come and see for yourself."

Zelda, a bit surprised and awed that there could be more astounding things right here on her land, followed him carefully, watching for any tripping hazards.

They returned to the cover of trees, in a light woodland area, higher than they had been earlier. Zelda understood that it was the small hill on the shelf. Sitting at the bottom of it, though it was hidden by the trees, she knew that the main centre sat.

But Rauru was not leading her there. He was taking her higher than normal tourists were allowed to go. It was a clean kind of woodland. The old trees grew straight and high, and their roots stretched on the ground for a few meters before diving into the rich soil covered in moss, and big boulder-like rocks, and leaves. The clear sunlight filtered through the thick green foliage, sending dancing spotlights all over their faces. Zelda had to wonder what Rauru could want to show her. There wasn't any visible human construction here.

Still, they hiked higher with every step, until Zelda was fairly sure they were on top of the hill.

Then, she saw it, a few steps up.

It was a small stone structure, made of the same dark grey rocks as the rest of the fortress. Yet it seemed rather well kept. The only thing that had disappeared was the roof. The four walls were still erect, overlooking the astonishing view of the valley. It seemed that the trees around the building itself had been cut, a long time ago. The small saplings were much smaller than the older surrounding trees.

Rauru noticed her glance at the woods, and smiled. "You noticed it, didn't you? Who would have thought, really? It was Link's hypothesis. It was a wise thought. You know what he told me?" Zelda, curious, motioned for him to go on as she walked up to the stone structure, examining the old, used stones. Rauru proudly did. "Well, his theory was that any self-respecting fortress was bound to have a watchtower of some sort. To prove it, he did some visiting of the surrounding fortresses and came to a conclusion: the watchtower had to be on the hill, as with every other castle."

"Some watchtower it was," Zelda mumbled in response, looking at the saplings that managed to hide the view that could be guessed beyond.

"Well, the trees had been cut down to reveal the area 360° around. But after all these centuries, of course the forest would win over once again. You know how the land had been left to itself for decades upon decades. I suppose Mother Nature doesn't like having Her children erasing other living things, even trees. I'm quite sure that if we chose to cut down those saplings around here, cleanly and respectfully, this place would become a perfect observation tower for the valley of Hyrule."

Zelda, whose attention was irrevocably drawn to possible positive changes on her land, nodded attentively. "Well, so long as the cut wood can be used for other things, I'm fine with it. Do you think we could install one or two stationary binoculars on the outside of the structure? And perhaps place one or two guards to ensure against possible vandalism. You know how I feel about that."

Rauru, chuckling at Zelda's more practical and actual sense, nodded. "Yes, it could be fixed, but for now the team is eager to clean the area up and not loose anything."

"History," Zelda sighed after a brief silence, "is so odd. How things can remain and remind. I'm not an archaeologist, and I never will be, but I find history so very fascinating."

"Then you have the first few qualities needed to become a perfect historian."

At first, Zelda had to do a double-take. The voice that had just spoken was not Rauru's. She turned to the old man, and saw him smiling with a twinkle in his eye at someone else. As she turned her eyes to the newcomer, she had to pause. Without a doubt, the voice had been his. She hesitated uncomfortably, gazing at him intensely.

The young man licked his lips, wiping his hands on his pants' legs, outstretching one of the newly dusted hands to her. She shakily took it, and he smiled as he shook it, firmly but not painfully so. His dark, dirty blonde hair fell in tendrils over his eyes, and beneath them, his bright blue eyes shone cheerfully in a youthful but masculine face.

As Zelda withdrew her hand from his, still slightly suspicious of this handsome newcomer, Rauru came forward, jollier than ever. He slapped the young man's back, sending him a step closer to Zelda to catch his balance. "Ah! Link! There you are, my lad!" Rauru spoke. "I was just now telling our dearest Zelda about your discoveries!"

Link's eyes went from Rauru's cheerful face to Zelda's calm and calculating one. He blinked, and then smiled. "Miss Zelda Harkinian, you mean?" He asked, making sure.

At Rauru's nod, Zelda returned the favour. "Link Forester. Rauru told me you deduced the observation point's location and found the southern ruins."

Link smiled bashfully, looking at his feet for a brief second, before meeting her light blue eyes, and nodding slowly. "Mister Luz knows I hate it when he does that."

"Does what?" Rauru chuckled, breaking their exchange of gazes to turn their attention back to him. He was visibly amused. "You have a cunning deduction sense, my boy, and it would be a shame to hide your name in the credits of history. Hates it when I do that! Young people have no common sense." Then, he turned to Zelda, who was watching the exchange amusedly. "Link Forester is the most quick-minded boy I've met in my long years. And he has a true attraction to past eras." Rauru paused, before adding, a twinkle in his eye, "Particularly eras that concern the Harkinian family."

Zelda turned back to Link, who was watching her, enraptured. She had to wonder a bit vainly if his examination of her every move was all scientific,. She smiled weakly, trying for her sake to make him look away, but he spoke before it registered. "I was hoping to meet you one day, Miss Harkinian. You are, after all, the last descendant of the Harkinian lineage."

At which Rauru added, "Royal blood, my dear, flows in your veins."

Zelda had heard him repeat it so often that she just rolled her eyes at him, deliberately avoiding Link's intense gaze. For some reason, he made her feel uncomfortable, but not badly so.

After a long silence during which Link was watching her, Rauru was leaning back on his heels in satisfaction, and Zelda was trying to avoid both Link's deep blue gaze and Rauru's amused smile, the old man spoke.

"Well, I'd be delighted to show you more, but I have a meeting with Hyrule Valley's Historical Society about these new discoveries, and must therefore desert you both. However," Rauru looked confident, "I'm sure young Mister Forester would be delighted to show you yesterday's discovery. And anyway, it is not easily accessible to an old man such as myself."

Link's eyes finally left her profile, and Zelda allowed herself to breathe. His lips were stretched in a cheerful smile, and his eyes truly lit up at the mention of 'yesterday's discovery', so brightly that his whole face was illuminated by it.

He truly was handsome. Link turned back to her and beamed, his pearly white teeth revealed. Her heart beat even more.

"Yes, Miss Harkinian. A true marvel. I'm sure that you'll be thrilled." His voice was smooth, controlled, and accented in the regional tone.

"Dedicated as always," Rauru summed up, nodding at Zelda in salute and turning around to walk back down the wooded hillside, leaving them both standing by the ruins, "I'll be having tea with you later this afternoon, Zelda."

"Alright," Zelda responded, just as he disappeared from their view. She turned back to Link Forester. He was gazing at his shoes, his khaki slacks fitting him loosely and clean pale button-down shirt un-tucked.

Zelda, as any female would, noticed that he filled said shirt out very well.

He outstretched his hand towards the opposite side of the hill of where Rauru had disappeared, towards the western side. "The latest discovery lies this way."

She followed him, side-by-side, down a steeper side of the hill, and didn't notice where she was until she was practically standing onto it. A low, narrow stone slab was embedded vertically into the steep hillside.

Zelda gaped, and Link looked at her out of the corner of his eye, smiling. She moved forward, tracing the peculiar symbols carved into the stone, dulled by erosion. Her fingers traced the grooves in the rock, and she felt a smile come over her as she spotted her family's coat-of-arms.

"This is . . ."

"A door," Link explained. "I'd found it while I was scouting the area around the tower, and we opened it yesterday. But for security's sake, we chose to close it again, just in case. But come this way," he motioned for her to follow him. "I'm not sure you want to get dirty, though it's truly worth it. There's another way in."

Zelda exhaled in a huff, as climbing was wearing down on her. Link turned back and offered her his arm. She gratefully accepted it, though it wasn't necessary, brushing her hair back self-consciously.

He guided her to the beginning of a low dirt tunnel only a few feet away from the first entrance, hidden by tall grass. Zelda had to blink and make sure she wasn't hallucinating. It did not go unnoticed. Link smirked, and though Zelda had thought his smile enchanting, this playful grin was even more becoming on him. She figured that he had more than one facet. Multiple faceted and handsome. He was . . .

Horrifyingly attractive, this Link Forester was.

He motioned to the eerily dark tunnel, smiling with humour. "Ladies first?"

When she hesitated, Link sighed, grinning. "I'll go first, but you should follow me closely. It's pretty dark in there . . . Give me sec'." He started rummaging through his light black backpack, finally taking out a tiny examination flashlight. He blinked at it, before looking at her. Zelda held back a laugh. Both had had the same thought: a tiny flashlight would not provide enough light for one, let alone two people, in an obscure tunnel. They'd be plunged in darkness anyway.

And, even as they were about to start laughing, they were struck with another thought, which made Zelda blush and Link look at his shoes, tight-lipped, embarrassed.

Two people alone in a dark tunnel, without light . . .

Shaking herself clear of such thoughts, Zelda indicated for him to move in. "Lead the way, Mister Forester."

Link looked back at her as he was about to duck into the obscure tunnel. His eyes were serious, though she discerned a light behind them. "Please, Miss Harkinian, call me Link. Just that."

Zelda smiled in the sunlight. "I am not your superior. My name is Zelda, and is for people to call me by."

Link's gaze was warm and comforting, and her name rolled off his tongue. "Zelda, then."

"Link," she nodded, testing the word. "Let's go in," she finally added.

He nodded, and ducked inside the darkness. She followed him, bent over. Almost immediately, the outside rustle of leaves was cut out, and the damp obscurity surrounded them, pounding its earthy silence into their ears. Zelda could barely discern Link's shape in the weak light from the entrance.

And then, they walked into a high, large, stone room. Zelda stood up straight, looking back and forth between Link's face and the room, gaping. Her amazed gasp echoed in the otherwise silent chamber. Light filtered through the entrance door Link had shown her, through cracks and fissures that had been opened by water infiltration. On the ceiling, over the dark stone, roots peaked from between the rocks, proving that they were under the hillside.

But what stole Zelda's breath were the beautiful stone carvings all around the chamber, on the walls and in the corners. She brought a hand to her mouth, eyes wide in admiration. Some statues had been textured and she could also see some ceramic objects and metal artefacts lying in the darkness, barely glinting in the pale rays of light.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Link's voice rocketed in echo, making her nod slowly, walking to an old sheath in which there still was a sword. Her hand trembled as she brushed her hair back. Finally, she turned back to Link.

"What is this?" She asked. Link sighed.

"Well, it's a tomb." At Zelda's wide-eyed look, Link smiled weakly. "I have only found this yesterday, so it's obvious that I don't know it all about this place yet. My guess is that it's a tomb. Look on the far wall, opposite of the door," he suggested softly.

Zelda turned away from him and walked to the wall he'd indicated. She squinted in the darkness, seeing that some carvings had been made into the stone. She could not read them, however. All she could see were a few numbers. A year.

1007. Her breath caught in her throat, and the sound echoed around the small room. She turned back around to face Link, who was admiring a statue curiously.

"This is a millennium old," she whispered, and the sound carried to him without trouble. He turned to her, his face half in the darkness, and she saw him smile.

"Yes. It dates back to the first generation of Harkinian. But this is not the tomb of a Harkinian."

Zelda blinked. "How so?"

Link walked up to her, looking at the memorial carvings on the wall, thoughtfully. "Had this been a royal tomb, or even seigniorial, the man would have been buried within a temple, or a church, where he was protected from thieves and the likes of them." He seemed truly immersed in his thought pattern. "I think that this is the tomb of a warrior. Soldiers of the times were buried away from sacred places, for having committed sins against the goddesses Din, Farore and Nayru, but were sometimes given the honour of getting a burial in a high place like a mountain, or an old battlefield."

"Weren't they afraid to have the tomb robbed?" Zelda asked softly, staring at Link's profile, vividly interested. He looked down at her, smiling thoughtfully.

"It was a common notion in those days to think that warriors could kill thieves, and that the soul of a great warrior stayed around to keep watch. More than anything, the thieves were fearful of warriors, and would not risk raiding their tombs."

Zelda nodded in fascination. "And you can't decipher the identity of our warrior?"

Link smiled faintly at her, shook his head and turned away. Zelda watched him as he returned to a statue and started scraping dirt off it. She frowned.

"Do you not know?" She asked, piqued. Link gazed back at her.

"I don't need to read the memorial to guess who this man was," he cryptically declared. Zelda's frustration died down, replaced by curiosity.

"And I don't suppose you'll tell me?" She asked. Link chuckled, the warm sound deflecting on the walls and becoming a bit eerie.

"Zelda, this man was one of the first to start the lineage. It was often rumoured that his tomb was on this land. Though he was the Lady Zelda's spouse, he was, first and foremost, the greatest warrior to have come upon the land. Rumours say he even travelled through time, though such legends are really just that: legends."

But Zelda's mind had focused only on one word. "Did you say . . .? The spouse of Lady . . ."

"Lady Zelda Harkinian," Link smiled. "Your lineage had another Zelda. She was the first of the Harkinian line. The tales say that she was our warrior's best ally and closest companion. When he came back from the war against a lord from the desert, during which he'd supposedly have travelled through time, they fell in love, as was bound to happen, and married."

Zelda smiled at Link's simple storytelling. "And when he died, they buried him here?"

Link nodded. "You may not have noticed, but the doorway to this tomb overhangs directly the royal cemetery down in the valley, where his love is buried. It also lies higher than every other tomb, as though to symbolize that he watches over the land even after death."

Zelda felt excitement bubbling inside of her. She was in the tomb of her oldest patriarchal ancestor. It was more than most people could ever say, that was for sure!

She turned to Link once again. "You haven't told me his name, Link."

Link licked his lips. "He was known as the Hero of Time. The tales named him so, because of the time-travelling thing."

Zelda's eyebrow hitched high on her forehead, and she came close to Link, putting a hand on his arm. She was looking reproachful. "That was his name? Hero of Time?" She was clearly urging him to spill the information.

Link sighed in surrender. "Alright, alright." He pinned her with a look. "Records tell that his name was . . . Well, Link."

A long silence followed. Finally, Zelda started trembling, and Link glanced at her worriedly. Giggles erupted from her, and she was soon holding her sides in carefree laughter. He hesitatingly let out a few chuckles. Eventually, she looked at him with mirth filled eyes. "You . . . You are absolutely priceless," she whispered, a few giggles still in her throat.

Link cocked his head to the side suspiciously, "How so? You don't believe me?"

She placed a pale hand on his arm, and put her forehead to his shoulder, still trembling with a few chuckles. "No, I do believe you. It's just . . . Did you refrain from telling me because you thought I'd think you're lying?"

Link looked away briefly, before rolling his head back to face her and pinned her with a direct look. She smiled.

"I thought so." Her hand came up to pat his cheek. "You're adorable, Link. I hope we stay in touch."

Eventually, the serious in Link's eyes melted away and was replaced by a small, sincere smile. "I hope so, too. You're quite adorable yourself."

Zelda peered into his warm, bright blue eyes, and felt her heart warm up. She inched closer to him, so close they were practically nose-to-nose.

Link held his breath softly, and they both felt themselves lean into each other.

And then, he started speaking, and his soft voice echoed on the walls, piercing through the haze that had clouded their minds. He was just as surprised as she was to hear himself say, "Have dinner with me tonight."

Zelda smiled. "What other stories may you tell me then, Hero of Climb?"

Link smirked back. "Oh, I've got tons of things to say, if you choose to listen."

Her grin was playful as she leant forward, placing her hands on his arms. "Such as?" She breathed.

"I can tell you all about how Link and Zelda had four children."

She laughed. "Oh, indeed, I'm sure you could demonstrate, even. However, I'm afraid you'll have to deal with just dinner tonight."

Link chuckled, picking his bag up and walking her to the entrance again. "I could deal, if only to see you again."

Zelda smiled fondly at him, before ducking to exit the tomb. Link let her take a few steps head-start, just in case, and as he waited, turned to the large slab of stone on the tomb floor, under which he knew Link, the Hero of Time lay at peace. And, smiling, he whispered, his voice carrying just enough to echo once and not reach Zelda, "Don't worry, big guy. I am no thief. I intend to protect her as you did all this time. You may rest. Your descendent is safe."

He waited a few seconds, before nodding to himself and ducking out, feeling lighter than he had when he'd walked in.

It was just a summer afternoon like many others long gone.

From behind these walls I hear your song
Oh, sweet words
The music that you play lights up my world
The sweetest that I've heard
Could it be that I've been touched and turned
Oh Lord, please finally…finally things are changing

This land is mine but I'll let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know…this land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Oh, I'm ready to let you in
Just as long as we know…this land is mine

After all the battles and the wars
The scars and loss
I'm still the queen of my domain
and feeling stronger now
The walls are down a little more each day
Since you came, finally…finally things are changing

This land is mine but I'll let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know…this land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Oh, I'm ready to let you in
Just as long as we know…this land is mine

Follow the days I've traveled alone
In this cold and colorless place till now
It's what I had to pay

This land is mine but I'll let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know…this land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Oh, I'm ready to let you in
Just as long as we know…this land is mine

This land is mine and I let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know…this land is mine.

(This Land Is Mine (Dido))

Thank you for reading. Please review, if you have any time to spare.

Love,

CM