Hemlock is nearing completion. I don't know when it will be but I know it will be soon. It is a rather sad feeling to be honest, I am fond of the characters. However, I have come up with a pen name that I shall be using with this story, Sybil Forbes. There is a long story behind it which isn't important.
 The real reason I am writing this is the characters found a new place in Hemlock and I would love some feed back on it. So, please tell me what you think. Also I am thinking of retitling it, something like "Dispair and Hope"? What do you all think?

My first waking thought was, “I wish someone would turn that light out!” My second was, “How very soft this bed is!” And that was when I opened my eyes. I found myself lying upon my back, looking up at a glass roof through which the sunlight was streaming. Vines grew all over the glass, giving the effect that one was under ground. The light was weaving through the vines as though in some dance no mortal could no.
From somewhere I could hear the softest, warmest, and lightest strains of music coming. I smiled to myself as I listened and murmured in complete happiness, “I must be Home!”
I sat up and tossed off the light, pale green blanket that had been covering me. However, when I caught a better glimpse of the blanket I yanked it back on to get a closer look. Someone had woven flowers into the green cloth, yet you could not see the flowers right off, you had to move the blanket first. When the blanket was moved the flowers appeared and seemed to dance upon it, changing color as they did so.
“How lovely!” I exclaimed,
“I am glad you think so,” A voice said from the doorway.
Never in my life had I heard a sweeter voice then that one. It sounded like, well, there are no words for it. I could say it sounded like a brook playing over the rocks, like the rain dancing on a roof, like the wind whispering secrets to the trees, but those all fall short. It was like everything good, put into words.
I turned and saw a girl, about my age, standing in the doorway. She was tall, thin, and nearly while, her cheeks where a soft shade of pink, her lips as red as a rose, her eyes as blue as a summer sky, and her form as graceful as a willow. She was wearing a simply shaped dress, light pink, which draped about her and seemed to add to her grace, the dress left her long white arms bear. Her hair, as yellow as the sunlight, hung loose down her back, it looked like a waterfall of light.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
“My name is Iris,” The girl said with a smile that would make all shadows flee. “And you are Carlyss are you not?”
“Aye,” I whispered, I was not sure what to say to this lovely girl.
“Come Carlyss, someone is anxious to see you.” She held out her hand to me. 
I stood up and was suddenly aware I was dressed in a dress much like hers, though it didn’t look half as pretty on me as it did her. My dress was the same green as the bed covering. In fact as I looked closer about the room I began to notice things I had missed when I first awoke.
All about the room were plants, vines grew up the white walls and flowers bloomed on them, showing off all their radiant beauty. I could only gasp in wonder, and as I took Iris’s soft hand I whispered, “Where am I?”
“At the foot of the mountain,” Iris said wisely.
“Which mountain?” I asked.
“Why the King’s mountain,” Iris said with a laugh, “You are near the King’s country.”
“But not in it?” I asked sadly.
“Nay, did you think you were?” Iris looked at me kindly.
I sighed. “I had hoped I was.”
Iris touched my arm and I looked up into her blue eyes, all sorrow flew from me. “The King has a task for you to do before He will call you to His country, be patient Carlyss.”
I suddenly smiled and whispered, “I shall.”
We went down many halls, all of which flowering vines grew up. The ceiling was glass as in my room and over it vines grew. As we walked we passed many people, all as lovely as Iris. There was so much I forgot much of it by the time we reached another room.
Iris opened the door of that room and looking in I cried out with glee, for who should be in it but Maddock, Adele, Kendra, Kenrick, Julian, and Bettina! Without a word to Iris I ran in and into Adele’s arms.
“Careful!” She moaned, “I just woke up!” And once I released her she giggled and sat on a bed.
I then exchanged greetings with the others, Maddock seeming the most pleased out of them all though he didn’t say much. Once I had greeted everyone I turned back to the door, and found it was closed and Iris was gone. With a sigh I sat down beside Adele and asked the others what had happened.
“From what I was able to gather,” Julian began, he was sitting on a couch, arm around Bettina, “Is that these people work for the King, are his special servants. When the Unspeakable came,” We all shuddered at the very mention of their name, “They received word that the Unspeakables were after us, and so they came and saved us and brought us here.”
I sat in silence for a long while, trying to take it all in. So, it was true. I of course knew it but it was one thing knowing it on the inside and actually hearing it in words. The Unspeakable had come. How where we supposed to fight them? No living man could fight them and win.
“Trust Me, My daughter,” The voice whispered, although this time it was nearer, louder. I smiled; yes I had to trust the King.
After a moments more silence I suddenly asked, “Where is Theobald?”