Authors Note: So summers been busy. I was meaning to work on this at camp, but I didn't. Then I was going to work on it over my family vacation, but I didn't. But I'm working on it now :D. Sorry for keeping you all waiting. Without farther ado, Chapter 34 of Starlight.

And just so you don't get lost reading the story: Book 1 takes place in 2003. Book 2 takes place in 2009. Book three spans from 2016(when Aubree and Wolfpaw were born) till 2035(when the girls are sixteen and both boys are turning twenty).

Aubree's P.O.V

My father had died. It was time. I'm now Aganir Aubree. It sound's hideous, mixing a human name with elvish. My father was Aganir Rayven, which had sounded splendid. April 25th 2034. That was the day on the human calendar that he died and the day I set out to find my new bride. I wanted to find a girl who was beautiful, strong, witty, caring. All of the things that I had wanted my mother to be. I had wished my mother would take me in her arms. Hold me. Comfort me. But no, I was an elf and my father was a monster; a monster who had kidnapped her. I was the spawn of that monster. Something that my mother neglected to remember though was that I was also the spawn of her.

When I was a mere babe, my mother refused to touch me. Other elf women had to feed me, change me, and care for me. She sat in my father's tent, silent. As I grew I wanted her to be with me, but it never happened. Over time, she came to love my father, but she never came to love me. I was a burden to her, and she wanted nothing to do with me. So why do I find myself missing the woman who hated me my whole life?

I want a woman who would be all that I never had in a mother. I want to find a girl who will not be scared of our child. A woman who will raise him to be a better elf than I am. Who will be my moon, my stars, my trees, my birds, and who will be all that and more to my son.

Jordyn's P.O.V

I always wondered about the elves. Always. No matter how much Wolfpaw and Marak tried to convince me they were evil, I didn't believe them. How could creatures that were so nice, talented, and kind in stories be as evil and corrupting as my sister's suitor said they were? One day, when I was fifteen, I wandered into Marak's private library. My family and I were in the goblin kingdom for another one of those dreary balls we attended. It was quite late into the night, and I was exhausted. As the royal family and my family retired to Marak's sitting room, I excused myself to wander the royal floor.

Close your eyes and imagine a fifteen year girl, underground, wearing a slim, floor-length, blue gown. Imagine her being five feet and six inches tall, wavy dirty blonde hair pulled back with bejeweled clips, her hazel eyes searching the hallway for some excitement and a splash of freckles on her nose. Now imagine four goblin soldiers, abstract and grizzly, standing at either end of the hall. It is unfair that such a beautiful girl had to be trapped underground. Especially on her fifteenth birthday.

I found a room full of books. Reading their spines, I selected one about elves. In stammering goblin, I read aloud to myself. How the entire past goblin kings, give or take a handful, had written hateful things about these beautiful creatures. Words like conceited, stubborn, pigheaded, and reckless were written page after page. Yet I couldn't find one word written about them that was nice. Wolfpaw had showed Jayden and me a display of elfin magic the last time we were here. It was beautiful. Why couldn't the past kings have written about beauty, instead of hate?

Jayden's P.O.V

I do not understand why my little sister complains every time we come to the goblin kingdom. It's like we're living in a fantasy world. We're waited on hand and foot, we're given divine food, and we get to wear fancy dresses. There's magic and swordplay and servants. Best of all, I'll be the queen of it all in a few short years. And after only one more year, I'll be living down here permanently. No more monthly visits for me. I'll live here full time with crowds of people who adore me and not a care in the world. Life will be perfect.

I suppose Jordyn is jealous. After all, she's not as beautiful of me. She has dirty, brown hair and awful brownish green eyes. She has freckles for goodness sake. Talk about your typical Plain Jane. She's not as perfect as me. Long, thick, straight black hair and eyes that sparkle like diamonds. I'm five foot three, but I'd rather be petite than almost as tall as every guy I knew. She's a freak, which is why I'll get to live with the goblins forever and ever while she'll be stuck in the boring human world.

Wolfpaw and I were talking about music when Jordyn stormed out of the room. He had recently gotten an Ipod, and I was surprised by how much his music style fit mine. He wasn't totally emo, but he was a proper punk rocker. It gave him a sexier appeal. Not to mention the fact that he had somehow acquired jeans and hoodies. He looked more modern, more, my type. The whole goblin kingdom was evolving to fit my style, and I quite liked it. After all. When a whole group of people change just for you, how else do you react?

Wolfpaw's P.O.V

One more year until Jayden is mine. One more year until I get to hold her in my arms, kiss her, play with her hair. Only one more year until she lives with me, where she belongs. It's surprising to see how much she has grown. Not physically, but mentally. She is more of a woman now, my equal, rather than being a child. She reads the same books that I have read over the years. J. K. Rowling, James Patterson, Anthony Horowitz, etc. Authors who have grown famous over the years. Authors who write real things. Not stupid vampire crap.

She is intellectual as well. It surprised me how a valley girl (yes, I know what a valley girl is. We started getting television service down here when I was nine) like Jayden would actually like school. Okay, she doesn't like it, but she understands it. She loves biology, other than dissecting frogs and cats. "Who would like to dissect innocent creatures?" she had asked. She found a love in history, and we spend time discussing European and world history from time to time. Most shockingly, she has found a love in French class. She already has enough on her plate studying goblin, but three years ago she signed up for French as an elective and fell in love with it. I followed her, and got a goblin tutor so we can try, and usually fail, to have conversations in French. Oh well, I guess we'll just stick to goblin and English.

Jayden had become a young lady before my eyes. I have fallen head over heels for her. I cannot wait till this date, next year, when she will leave her family, and stay with me forever.