It's's been awhile since I've updated and I've read all your reviews and I'm very grateful to those of you who stayed with me and are being very patient. I've gotten some great constructive criticism as well. I said that I was doing this for practice, to get some experience writing things that others would read, and had requested the critiques. I got what I asked for and thank you for your honesty. If I couldn't do a good enough job with copy and paste characters, then I wouldn't have much help with the characters I'm creating and trying to flesh out. That said I've been more focused on my real work and haven't focused on my fan works for a while. I reread overslept in order to get a feel for where I was in the storyline and just wow... It feels very rushed in the first chapter alone and I'm not happy with it, even though I remember it being on purpose. I'm a perfectionist at heart so I thought I would rewrite this (yes again I know). I had a habit of getting impatient and not fully reworking the chapters before posting and kind of relied on the reviews as my editor of sorts. As a result there are inconsistencies between the chapters in between characters. I'm going to be reading the actual series before I start rewriting. And I still don't have Internet. I'm currently posting this with data on my phone. So thanks again for your patience. I have no idea how long this will take, so don't expect to hear from me for a while, but just wanted to give you guys a heads up on what's going on. I will leave my stories as is for those who still like them and post new versions for when I'm ready.

I have changed my Pen name to Alti'uin: which is drow for wings. Hence the changing of the picture too (and no I do not have this tattooed on me, I just like the complexity of the wings). Why wings? I have a fetish for them and well... the drow word for Dragon (plural or otherwise) was already taken.

I am on this website to improve my writing skills for a real book I'm working on. Consider this practice for plot building, depth of story, character creation, etc.

I am female.

I live somewhere on this planet

I am mentally four years old, because "I am old enough to know what I am doing, yet young enough to get away with it." -borrowing quote from sister

I love anime, manga, reading, writing, singing, painting, video games... actually I have a lot of hobbies that I enjoy. My favorite food is sushi (gotta love it!). And I have a bad habit of becoming nocturnal sometimes (which, let me tell you, is not enjoyable come morning).

Completed Stories:

Overslept: Frankly there is just not enough of Dove or Kellindil on Fanfiction or the real story (and it pisses me off that he is killed). I was waiting for this idea to come out, but no one ever did. So, Overslept was born. There will be a sequel to this story.

- here is the link for the song that was written in this story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjWqSgUllp0

-The song is called Strange Drow and it is completely made up. Maybe someday I will be able to add music with it.

Let Me Rest: Is a take on what I have come to see Link as.

Current Stories: I'm not going to abandon them, I just don't know when I will be able to update next.

Hunted: This is focused on Drizzt Do'Urden and an idea of mine that I've been wanting to write for a while now. I hope you like it... once I finish writing it anyway.

Trying to Escape: This is a story set in Eragon, with an idea that I have yet to read so I figured, hey why not. Eragon and Saffira become a hybrid of sorts in this story.

Future Ideas:

The Heir: A cross between Drizzt and the Lord of the Rings, an idea that has been bugging me for a while, currently being written, but will not be published yet.

My Forums:

Story Ideas: Where you post ideas you want written or you need help with ideas that you want to write. Even though I made the forum that does not mean I will automatically be the one writing. Others who want to volunteer are welcome to do so.

Real Stories: If you are writing a real story or want to work on a real story, talk about it here.

Story Coverings:

The pictures you see me use for my stories are pictures I took myself. Whether they are around my house or places I go, I can assure you that I own all of them. Some of them may not fit with the story or title for that matter, but I do not draw that well so I cannot come up with something else that would. Nor can I claim anything on the Internet as my own. For that would be plagiarism, now wouldn't it. That is the only way to post up pictures on this site: to either own it or get permission to use it. So if you feel they are not adequate portrayals of the story then you are entitled to your opinion, but there's not much I can do about it.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted " Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet the little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded...

Try Not to Cry

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though, deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost

Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Its ok to cry, I cried, so can you

If you almost cried while you read this, copy this to your profile, and add your name to the list; Mysterious Miracle, Silverdiamond23, Peridot Tears, Katie Ladmoore, Moonstream-Warrior, Spottedpaw13, xXJedi Knight BlazeXx, Niry Kacille, Alti'uin

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If you can read this, copy it onto your profile and add your name to the list : Ranger Do'Urden, Moonstream-Warrior, Spottedpaw13, Alti'uin

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE:

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this