Dreams are made of this..

     I havent had a dream like this in a very very long time. I think it was brought on by the inquirie of sale by the Master from the compound. I dreamt of my warrior. My Master.. Tarm. But in my dream he wore heavy chains of bondage and a hood over his head. He wore heavy scars from a whip and shackles. He was not " My Master " he was a slave. I often thought it a possibility that this could very well be the reason he had left me. There were men, or women with more money and power to exact their will over a man as strong willed and bodied as my Msater and they made of him a slave. In part I wish it were true, because that would mean he was alive. But on second thought, that would mean he was a slave.. and could no longer be my Master. At the end of my dream... like always, we are together as we used to be. In eachothers arms, content and reveling in some happy afterglow. I only wish it were true...

     The kennel Master and one of the City slavers have decided I will be sold to Dagon. I hope he will be a Master that will be able to help me climb out of this whole I have been in since the disapearing of my Master.

The book found

     I thought I had lost this book for good. But in the course of traveling to my former Masters home to retreive some slave bells and other prizes from past dance contests, I found my book. The pages have faded to nothingness, but I will start new here. Thee is alot to be said, and to have this book is wonderful because I don't have friends. Paga was my friend, and she is gone now. I miss her. Anyway.. I'll be writing often so be prepared.