The Ireem Chronicles

It was a beautiful night in Ireem, The stars were shining and twinkling in the night sky..light breeze carressing , whispering sweet nothings......the sound of swords clashing in the distance, it was a lively night.

unable to fight ( i had killed my Master *he didnt call when he said he would.. or was it when he left the toilet seat up*... he in turn, cap'd me .. back to the story) i helplessly watched as my Husband and the Knight named Bobo clashed.. the sound of swords clashing.. and clinking, it was a heated battle indeed! i watched in horror as they both went down, capturing eachother. There they lay bloody, exhausted , wounded... refusing to let the other go (they ARE males after all, known to be bullheaded)

I dropped to my knees tending to my Master, when a womans voice caught my attention, i watched as she asked citizens, slavers, and even a Beduin, if they knew of Two men, one named Damien ..the other Bobo. watching, tense..alert.. my finger carressing my sword as one pointed her in our direction. I have to admit, she was a vision ..beautiful green gown, Dark hair, fair skin.. so very graceful.

Still watching her, she approached us.. my Husband and Bobo still argueing and threating eachother, the small woman... stomped her delicate little foot, gaining everyones full attention.. she asked who was Damien and who was Bobo.. both Men responded. I noticed a look flash over her face..sadness, joy.. Both men curious as to who she was and what she wanted, asked. Just as the woman was about to respond, a crude little slaver named comte DeCuir started insulting everyone (not very good insults i may add, no wonder tho, he is only a slaver) my heart warmed to this woman as she stepped up and slapped the slaver, He did not take this kindly.. he cut her hair! (luckly she had a wig on.. her true long dark silken tresses tumbled down her shoulders) muttering ..embarrassed at being slapped, the slaver walked away slinging random insults.. im still not sure what he meant by " leaving to find my camel" (i thought that was just a Beduoin thing)


"My Sons" is what she said as she leaned down, tenderly stroking Bobo's cheek..then Damiens

The woman , shakey.. took a deep breath. she coughed a bit (she did not look so well) proceeded to weave a tale. (she clearly had everyones rapt attention) '

Of course, as the story unfolded ..she told of how the Magi stole her babies, Their father was dead.. .. how she searched the lands , heart broken .. but determined , no matter how long it took to find them, i watched as she coughed into her little cloth, trying to hide the bits of blood, my Husband and Bobo in shock, the Men kept questioning.. how did she know? how could she be certain they there brothers and she, their mother? i had the same questions.. then said looked each of them in the eyes and said "do you have a strawberry colored birthmark on your left butt cheek".. having seen my husbands ass many times, i knew this to be true..i gasped, looked over at Marisel..Bobo's Fiancée, by the look on her face, i knew Bobo must have had one as well . Both Marisel and i stepped forward a bit , confirming our knowledge.

Damien and Bobo just looked at eachother in disbelief, their mother wrapped her arms around the two and hugged them fiercly.. the questions were pouring out.. the woman did not look well, i suggested the Men take her to rest and recover... just then, she collapsed!! Bobo just stared.. Damien said " oh shit!"

After a long, brave journey to find her children.. her heart complete, her body gave up (one second, need a moment to compose myself ~sniffles, wipes back a tear~) but her spirit surrounds us like a big warm fuzzy hug.

my Husband and Bobo.. twins, who would have thought. This begs the question, will the battle on the sands between the two still rage?


This letter was hand written lovingly by,
Damiens exquisite puppet, Del.