Dear readers,
I'm really sorry, but I had to change to a different server for my site. I needed a new beginning in my life, and the symbolic
shedding of the old "me" was my first step to doing that. I really hope this hasn't ruined anyone's day or anything. It really
was necessary. I have had the name "Makomegami" since I was 16. I'm 21 now and have grown, as has my writing. I have gotten
so much better and the story has changed so much. Instead of bending over backwards to get this the way I want it, I found
it would be much easier to just start from scratch. I will be posting information about my new site on here as soon as it
is up.
Hope you enjoy my writings,
Keely
Here's a quick taste! ~.^
Helping was exactly what Lucien's Abuela had in mind as she silently pointed to the pot of chili boiling on the stove. Lucien
could see that her hands were full chopping peppers. He bounced over to the rather large cauldron-like pot and started stirring,
before something very green obstructed his view. Pulling it off his head he saw it was his usual apron. He sheepishly gave
Abuela an apologetic look as he pulled it on over his head and tied it one handed. He never stopped stirring.
"Diablo," she called, using her nickname for him.
He turned expecting her to give him another task just as a large kitchen knife came hurtling at his head. Reflexively he shielded
his face with his arms and waited for the pain. After a few seconds he noticed nothing had happened.
Lucien looked up to find that the knife had stopped in midair, mere inches from his face, while his Abuela was giving him
a thoughtful look
