I asked him how I make him feel. He paused for a moment and then got the smirk that makes my day on a regular basis.

"You make me feel like I'm floating, I'm hovering just high enough that nothing on the ground can hurt me. How do I make you feel?"

"You make me feel like the best or worst could happen and everything would still be okay."

Prince Sebastian and Princess Daniella were so in love. It was a love so strong that everyone in the kingdom of Lightenburg could feel it. They were to be wed in two weeks on Daniellas 18th Birthday. She was kind and loved helping people more than anything and that is why Sebastian, trying to impress his bride to be had gone to a village. There was a storm coming and he knew she would want him to help in any way he could.

“I know she loves me, but now she’ll see how great I can really be.” Sebastian thought, beaming valiantly as he trotted into the town on his black steed. “Eh, hemhemhem” he coughed obviously only to get the attention of the towns people. “I have come to see you… On my own accord of course, to make sure you, the lovely citizens of my kingdom to be, are prepared for the storm that is to come tonight.” Running his fingers through his fine blond locks he heard the buzz of the town’s people consulting each other and then coming to the conclusion that they were in fact prepared.

At the moment when Sebastian was turning around his steed to head back to the place a dark cloud appeared around him. “Muahahahaha!” an evil voice cackled.

Sebastian, knowing that this was bad news galloped into the forest away from the people of the town. He wanted to ensure that they wouldn’t get caught in the potential cross fire. “This is dark magic!" He thought. “Whoever you are, show yourself and I may spare you.”

“Muahahahaha!” and with the cackle the smoky black clouds that surrounded Sebastian and the mystery person settled on the ground.

“The Evil Wizard of Darkenburg.” Sebastian thought, struck with fear.

“Spare me? You think you shall be the one to spare me? HA, how wrong you are, for it is me that may spare you if you do exactly as I say.”

“The King and Princess banished you! A..a..after you tried to kill him for not letting you marry her. I could have you executed simply for being on this land.” Sebastian said, trying to remain brave.

“You will not marry her either. If I am to stay banished for all time you will suffer with me and the princess will suffer too. You two will never be together!” With that, the evil wizard cast a spell, the clouds rose and spun around. That time when they fell to the ground, Sebastian was alone, at the top of a stone tower, in a dungeon.

He had heard of the dungeon before and knew that it was said to be welded with impenetrable steel. He also heard that the tower was guarded not only by dark magic but of course, a dragon.

A full day and night passed and Daniella began to worry. The storm that Lightenburgs weather wizard had predicted had come and gone and her betrothed was nowhere to be found.

She hopped on her horse and rapidly rode to the town that Sebastian had been in. She then asked the towns people if they had seen the Prince.

“There was a dark cloud and then he was gone!” A man piped up from the town square.

“It smelled like evil!” A woman yelled, pulling her children in close.

“Oh no!” Daniella said “The evil wizard. I must save my prince.” She rushed back to the palace and packed for her quest. Then she quickly galloped away from the kingdom without a word to anyone.

She knew it would take her a full day to get to the tower in Darkenburg. That would make it so she had the cover of night on her side. “Nothing can stop me. I’ll save him.” She kept thinking to herself as she urged her horse to keep galloping despite the long distance.

Emerging from the thick forest Daniella saw the tower. She had only read about it and heard stories. It was taller than the tallest trees and reeked of pure evil. But through all the magic and evil at play she could still feel Sebastians love and knew he was alive.

Onward she went leaving her horse safely waiting in the forest. “How can I get through this evil wall of magic?” Daniella thought looking around at the dark and grey surroundings. Although it would be painful Daniella knew that the evil would not melt her armour and the strength of her love and positivity would be able to break through. The heat of the evil was nearly too much to bear but with tears streaming down her fair cheeks she continued until she collapsed sobbing on the inside of the evil wall. Daniella knew that that was not the worst of what she might have to face. She stood up and tucked her fiery red hair back into her helmet. She continued to the door of the tower.

About to put her hands on the handle that was around the size of her whole upper body she felt something behind her. With fear coursing through her she slowly pivoted on her heels and turned around to find herself only a foot away from the face of a dragon. An ordinary princess would have tried to run away. It’s a good thing Daniella has never been called an ordinary princess. Feeling the love of Sebastian seeping through the door her back was against. Hit with a wave a bravery she took advantage of the closeness of the dragon. Just as it was opening its mouth to breath fire she reached for her soward with both hands and yelled “ I’ll save you Sebastian!”

She was outside but her words echoed through the halls of the tower. With one swipe the dragons head fell to the ground. “Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled that, now the Evil Wizard knows I’m here.” She thought while wiping the black and blue blood from her weapon and putting it back in its holster.

While opening the ever so conveniently un locked tower door, she was still beaming with bravery. Whilst walking through the foyer it filled with the dark clouds exactly as she had imagined when the town’s people described them. “Mauhahahaha”, the cackle echoed through the tower as the Evil Wizard came into view. “Princess, what a nice suprise”

“Let Sebastian go!”

“Where are your manners? Do you not want to know how my banishment has been?”

“No, just let my love go!”

While this conversation was taking place Daniella was trying to figure out how to get passed the evil Wizard and to the top of the tower. Then it came to her. “He’s always loved dragons. And he dosent know that i’ve saline his. If he did I bet he would be awfully upset right now.” She thought and with a spiteful voice she said “Your dragon’s dead.”

Running past Daniella to his dragon outside the door he fell to his knees. “Noooo, How could you?” before he could turn around and cast a spell Daniella was gone.

She could feel the power of Sebastians love growing stronger as she flew up the stairs. With adrenaline coursing through her soul she kicked down the door. “Sebastian!”

“Daniella. How di-”

“I love you and I needed to save you!”

They could hear the evil wizard coming and Daniella knew she had to get Sebastian out or else the Evil Wizard would kill him. In he burst and threw a spell at Sebastian. However because Sebastian had known that would happen he dodged it and the steel bars of his cell were melted by the evil magic. He climbed out of his cage and ran to Daniella.

When they kissed there love became so strong that no evil stood a chance and the Evil Wizards magic was useless. Together they bound the wizard and knew the only way to stop him forever would be to bring him back to the kingdom and have him in the castle dungeon where Daniella and Sebastian’s love would keep his dark magic at bay forever.

The end <3

The feeling of my feet on new ground.

To be places that have never been seen.

Craving the chaos of the unknown.

Yearning for the embrace of loved ones.

They are so far from my dreams.

The need to see everything that can be seen.

Being drawn by the pull of settling down.

desirous of to many things in this world.

Hunger for balance in life.

Searching for a place in the middle.

To be nestled safe between.

Everything great, terrible, odd and mad.

A need for a place where all things meet.

Longing to live life completely.

That's all. Xoxo -jordann

What makes my life worth living?

walking into the morning air and feeling the new day wash over me.

Watching the sunrise and knowing that anything can happen.

Realizing that dreams are attainable.

Accepting that there is magical properties to life that we are never supposed to understand.

Filling inquiring minds with knowledge of communication.

Learning more from people than I could ever teach.

Smiling at strangers and having smiles returned .

Falling in love with people and places all over the world.

The comfort of knowing I have many places I can call home and the chaos of knowing that I never want to settle in one place.

It's the little things in the big world. It's a lot of everything.

People have a lot to say about the word freedom. When asked what it means to them a lot of people will talk about their right to express themselves or their great country. Some people will quote songs or old stories. When I'm asked what freedom means to me I think, 'everything.'

I love the songs and old quotes about freedom, I love that I have freedom of speech and all the other freedoms that being a Canadian allows and I love the speech in Brave Heart. The love I have for the things listed in the latter sentence however does not compare to the amount that I love the people that surround me. The people who inspire me and the people who I inspire.

When Im asked to talk about freedom I talk about people.

I speak of a woman named Francesca, I speak of myself and I speak of all the other people that I am lucky enough to know, who are brave enough to be free.

If you ask me about freedom I will talk about things like chasing sunrises by climbing to the top of a mountain at 3 o'clock in the morning. I will talk about getting a surgery because you want to be at your young daughters high school graduation and wedding. About travelling across the world to meet a family you didn't even fully know existed. About exploring new ground and learning from everyone you meet. I will talk about forgiving yourself for your mistakes and letting yourself be happy.

All the things I just listed off are choices. I believe that people are free if they want to be free. It is a choice. It is harder for some people than others. If a person is born into a horrific situation then it may take them longer to realize that no matter what your situation is you can be free in your mind and your heart. For people who struggle with mental illness it might take longer as well but if they are brave and strong the help they need will find them and freedom will follow.

I find it funny in a way, once you decide you are free the things you thought gave you freedom, like a car or money don't matter so much anymore, because you are free and nothing can change that fact.

Some nights I dream of you. I wake up and the first thing I think is if I should let you know.

No.

I don't know how you have weaved yourself into my mind. At first I thought I didn't mind.

I mind.

Understanding my own subconscious is driving me mad. How did you get in there.

Get out.

Thousands of miles away from anything that should remind me of you. Some how it's like your here.

Your not.

Wether it's that I miss you or that I dread the day I see you again I can't decide. I want to hide.

It's 8:22 p.m. in Vancouver right now and I'm just starting my day. I think about how different my life is now than its ever been before. At home it was all a routine. Get up, go to work, home, T.V, dinner, bed, repeat. It wasn't a bad way to live, some days were different and spontaneous. Now though when I wake up I don't ask myself if I'll walk or bus to the sky train, I ask myself if I'll go surfing or, to a temple. Out of my routine anything can happen, I just have to let it.

My biggest decision of the morning had been wether to wear the Saint Christopher braclet my dad had given me for Christmas or not. He gave it to me for safe travels. We’re not religious, but it’s the idea behind it that counts. By the time we crossed the bridge heading out of Phuket I was starting to get sore from sitting on the back of our 125cc scooter. I would be on the back the whole trip due to the fact that I’m scared to drive on highways, and also because Justin doesn’t enjoy being a passenger. My wrist was bugging me a fair amount too from the charm waving in the wind and rubbing against my skin. I almost took it off, then I got thinking. ‘This is good luck, you don’t take off a good luck charm. If I do will that give me bad luck?’ After some internal deliberation I decided I should keep it on.We were cruising along at about 100km per hour and making good time. We would be at the Ranong boarder crossing to Myanmar in a couple more hours.We were stuck behind 2 trucks that were going a bit to slow for our liking. We sped up and moved onto the left shoulder of the road. Sped up to 90...100.There was no noise, no warning. Justin was losing control of the bike. The back tire was swerving. He tried to regain control because he thought we had gotten caught on the white line causing the wheel to get out of line with the rest of the bike. With the 2 trucks beside us going 100 km on the shoulder of the road Justin was able to bring us to a stop. Some how without falling or crashing.Not dieing on the side of the road in southern Thailand was a lucky break for sure. Now however, we were stranded with a completely flat tire. there was one town 30 or so kilometers behind us and we had no idea how far ahead to the next town. I was shaking and my heart was pounding. ‘Great’ I thought, ‘now I’m going to have a panic attack.’ My mouth was drying out and I was getting dizzy. I needed to focus. I turned all my attention to Justin he was in shock that we hadn’t just died. While he was staring off into space I rubbed his back and offered him a cigarette. After accepting it enthusiastically he started to calm down, as did I.I started looking up and down the highway to see if there was anything. I knew there wasn’t but it was instinctual to check. Then I looked directly across the street from where we were stuck and said, “Maybe they fix bikes.”The yard had a bunch of bikes in it and there were people sitting out front. We had nothing to lose by walking over and asking. A middle aged Thai man got his son to talk to us because he had slightly better English. We explained what happend. When they told us they could fix it Justin and I were both relived. The father and his son started taking apart the bike in order to get the wheel off, while I sat there wondering how long it would take and how much it would cost.A little boy came running out. He can’t have been much older than 3 and he wanted to help. The older son pulled the popped tube out of the tire. It wasn’t just popped, it was completely exploded. He had to pull it out in pieces. The youngest boy took the new tube out of the package and handed it to his big brother. He looked so proud of himself for helping.Not only did they fix our tire, they also filled our front tire, tightend our breaks and cleaned our mirrors. I had been expecting we would be there for at least an hour and that it would cost around 800-1000baht. It took them half an hour and they only charged us 180baht.We gave them 300. When we handed it to the boy and walked away without our change his smile grew quickly. It was nice to see and feel that we were the reason for that smile.Back on the road we were both in shock for quite a while. I don’t know what Justin was thinking, but I couldn’t help but think ‘what if I hadn’t been wearing my lucky braclet.’