Under construction! Today marks a new day, in a new world. Born In an old country named, England, The woman left her mark there in a most celebrated way. On the eve of her engagement party, her father The Lord of the Manner and His wife hosted a ball. The town’s nobility came too celebrate the young peoples engagement. The night was joyous, as she danced and laughed and enjoyed the thought of being Alex’s wife.
On the stroke of midnight the ball was completely filled with perfectly dressed dancers in costume ball gowns and black tuxedo suits. Left to speak to the ton alone, Amethyst lost sight of her betrothed partner. She moved about the room and then the dining room hoping to catch glimpses of his perfect smile and dark eyes. To the horror of the world they were associated Amethyst found her beloved, in what looked to be a lovers tryst . Who was she? Who that someone was, was not found out until later near trial. There he was. Alex, bare in chest was slumped on the bed surrounded by pillows. His hips near the edge of the bed allowed his still booted feet to be planted on the floor. As she looked at the massive amounts of blood that had leaked from his chest, she saw that the dagger was wedged in as deep as the blade could go. Blunt brut force, later it would be known that the force of entry was so severe, his chest was bruised by the hilt.
To her horror an inexperience, she pulled the knife free from the cavity of his chest. Blood was everywhere,and spurting. Her hands, her beautiful aqua gown, white gloves now bore his fate. Once her screams were heard, it appeared a very difficult situation. Amethyst at this point and time was named the murder of her betroth Alexander. The horror was real. A trial date was set. She on the other hand had to save her life and figure out who framed her. It was with the blessing and money of her father, that this woman stowed away during the night on a ship that had no real destination from what she was told. Heartbroken, alone,labeled a murder, the woman found herself drifting to a country named Beware.
~~~*~~It was easy to melt into a society where no one knew your name, or the weight carried upon ones shoulders The dark secret was left hidden, buried deep within her soul. In all her walking days, the imprint of his death will always be seen in her mind. She had to find a way to solve her darkest problem if she were to live one more breath above ground. Each day she watched and learned the traditions of a world unlike any place she had seen in her lifetime. All classes mixed in this society from nobleman to farmer, to ditch digger. To her great surprised she found that anyone was accepted in the Castle Beware. Her heart lifted once she began to socialize. The one known as Slave Trader, shared a cup of wine with her that evening. They talked forever that night, and new friendships and introductions last until the morning hours. On another occasion she meet different people whom would end up to be her life long friends, Unique, and Northern Night. Life was good, love forgiving. Relationships forged in handshakes, and those locked by love, continues to help define whom this woman is today.

Life is what you make of it. At this later strange of living Amethyst had taken all the fine skills she had learned through the guidance of Aya to work harder to formulate different ways to use her herbs. Her skill were heavily defines by what courses of action had taken place over her life time in Beware... Constantly blending herbs, oils, minerals, fruits, things that the earth gave us so simply in abundance at times. potions for healings, food preparations, poisons, blood taints, fevers, miscarriages are just a few of the areas she worked hard to fine way to help those she loved, or befriend to survive. Over the years she has accomplished much. She has found the art of ale making had been something she could dabble in while relaxing in-between her craft. It even brought a good coin in return and an Inn that reminds her of good times in the name of a full cup. Another page of her life turns . In the year of the Lord she was happy and resettled in Beware to a point she was comfortable and confident to live alone if that was the over all plan set out for her. In the process of her work. living a new found existence by the caring hand of the monetary, the woman's inner peace glowed. With change, another door has opened. Her once husband Wulfgar, have reunited in friendship. He again trusted her talented skills in the art of healing. Wulfgar's death was far worst than what any woman should have to live through. Ahd she did it brought on another life changing experience. This was talked about at the monastery where she found new ground and new ways to accept the challenge that was brought on from his death. The autobiography continues. Another page... one she was most redundant to speak about, opens and she brings her thoughts again to ink. Malvolio was a large unfinished chapter in her life. He again became an area of uncertainty. Would they judge her once knowing her true life mate is a killer? How could she explain about the infidelity and exclusion his family wore as a branded path upon their sleeves? It took Amethyst months to say his name out loud in fear of what memories would surface. How could she explain their torrent relationship? She thought once she left Beware,the fine line of love, would dissolve. But could it? The page turned. Once returned to Beware, Mal was no longer in sight. Nor did she frequent the Dark Lounge to seek him out. Malvolio, for Amethyst, would be her largest life challenge. For years they moved in opposite circles. Each hoping that a reunion would never challenge them in remembering. To her relief, in the beginning upon return it didn’t happen. The new life of living slowly is fulfilled. LordElrond of the Land of Riverdell becomes her companion. In their course of living, they have found many ways together that suited them both. They continue to enjoy and reap the rewards from love, compatability, family, exploration in self, and the knowing of another intimately. Life at Rivendell has brought the truth of the land to her fingertips. She was where she needed to be. This was a place and time of her life that flowed with an conacopiia of experiences giving little reason to bring back to life the song of her weapon Hrunting. The weapon for now, will remain fondly tucked against fine leather and velvet always protecting the Legendary weapon of Beowolf. Another newly marked chapter in her life has unfolded. Where life was surene it turend when battle rose between the orcs and the elves. A year of fighting fatigued them all. LordElrond’s indiscretion was the final frayed cord that tore between the couple. The love that was so cherished was now left behind in Rivendell. For the woman was unsure if she could move past the deceit caused by the union and the birth of his newest son. Quietly she will keep her eye on Rivendell and Lord Elrond, She knew as well as he that her door wasn’t fully closed upon them. The return of Amy’s and Shaanan’s daughter Rowan, is the light in her life. Yet as in the past, tragedy would be eminent in their lives once again. Rowan, a most beautiful woman would challenge her mothers resolve.