Dana lee revised

Dana Lee a fictional story (out of my mind)all likeness with an actual occurrence is a coincidence Dana Lee was born in the town of Salisbury in England in the county of Wiltshire.Her family and herself lived in a magnificent house with flowered window sills in this beautiful English village in which the sky shone with a thousand lights as if sifted by the glares of a discreet sun, the horizon always mingled with the coastal mists and thunderstorm gigs later in the evenings . The young woman enjoyed taking pleasant strolls along cobalt-coloured cliffs by the sea every afternoon in Spring.As she was in gap year, Dana had chosen to take some free time during her bachelor’s degree studies in art history which she was doing at a school in London. From then on, she had decided to take a walk by the waterside in Salisbury in search of the fairy world. The fairy world or the “Sidh” of the Celtic world was her chosen subject for her studies thesis. Moreover, she was convinced that she had visited it regularly for some time, except that it was quite difficult to prove to ordinary people because these moments were unfolded in untimely times that she herself did not understand as when she was taken by surprise or when the ground would give way under her feet just like in “Time bandits” or “Denver, the last dinosaur”. And as she had talked about it to her parents Maureen and Jon Lee and to her brother Thomas, they all had told her they thought she might have been dreaming or that she was a little sensitive-because -they usually replied- as we all know it: the world of fairies exists in the Western imagination and particularly in Celtic traditions but as its name suggests it this is a fairy world and therefore, for them it was more spiritual than tangible. However, for Dana the latter was both physical and surreal.Well, it would have been perfect if Dana wielded her beliefs for her studies of art history exclusively.Nevertheless as she was doing so well in drawing, some much could be said about these beautiful paintings and these illustrations of fairies and flowers in the manner of Cicely Mary Barker. There were so many things of extraordinary importance to Dana Lee. Not only did she know that training her basic notions of Gaelic languages and Old English was a good thing, but she also knew enough Scandinavian to translate texts for children. Her Irish was bright enough for her to adapt tales From Alfred Perceval Graves. And her knowledge of Hebrew was sufficient for her to translate the first page of the Genesis. All those things which might have seemed only to be a poetic training for some or a spiritual quest for others were magical to Dana Lee: She regularly frequented the fairy world. Today as she was thirty-five years old and therefore had ended up getting used to those fantastic and unusual encounters that were her regular conversations with Lady Morrigan La fée(she was a woman with big auburn curls ten years her senior, quite pretty but a little bit nutty who would run after Monsieur Dulac and scream with a huge Welsh accent and practice archery, she had black stockings, icy brown eyes and a very showy and pretty plum lipstick) and many champions - She was wistful about this secret world. La Fée for example had now got into the habit of sending her regularly on a mission to watch over the fairy people (young bard Ossian and Golden headed Niamh) but above all to act as a detective for Dulac. Dana had to go and see if Sir Dulac was cheating on Lady Morrigan by filtering his letters. Dana might have told her every year for about fifteen years ``this man is really not worth it" her friend had never believed her and fell back into meanders. Dana was a beautiful woman with a lot of charm. She was elegantly slender while average tall. She had taken the habit of dressing herself with fine and costly boutique clothes especially with refined linen and fair laced clothes as well as with soft and beige, pastel and rose clothing. She had large hips and a very thin waist and round breasts. She sometimes wore coiled embroideries of gold tones and burgundy tops with long sleeves and white shoes and heels. She wore light pink lipstick and pearly gold eyeshadow- she would put light -salmon coloured powder on her cheeks and smelt of sea salt spray or sometimes sweet green tea scent. She had amazing green and brown cat eyes- two expressive thin almonds, as well as a gigantic cascading curly hair way very long way down her back, hazel and blond. She had a thin face, a high and small chin, and a thin forehead.Her brows were fair and arched. Her nose was small although slightly arched and dotted the woman's face’s character which went along with her intelligent look and smile and staid, patient talk as well as everything that suited her clever personality and caring attitude. She was conscious and impressionable and sometimes went back to herself as a hermit would refugee himself from the outside world, back to books, mysticism and cleverness, hidden sensuality-I Indeed this is how she was half of the time, six months a year maybe? She was also diligent and added to the fact she was appreciated as she had taken the leadership of the fairy world she had inherited and had been given the tasks of a queen. Dana Lee was born to Maureen Lothian, a Scottish national who originated from Orkney near the Faroe Islands and to Jon Lee,(Lee-Rosenberg) a Faroe Island 's native of Anglo – Danish, Irish and Slavic(including Jewish -Ashkenazi descent, her father's mother's name was Rosenberg-Pedersen) Dana traveled regularly to Orkney and the Faroe islands, to see her grand-parents and she enjoyed seeing the green wild cliffs the ice and the frost in October gleaming lights, David and Gina Lee, her grand-parents lived near Skansin , on the Faroe islands, close to a lighthouse with a red roof. The landscape was particularly breathtaking; wild and agreeable, she felt home. Dana felt worried about one thing however- if the island was a place she cherished – the Sidh , the world of fairies where she met Morrigan La Fée , Sir Dulac Young bard Ossian (who had been a boyfriend for some times) and Golden headed Niamh – She loved Ossian but she was in love with Niahm and sometimes Ossian abused her, he strangely enough appeared to be a jealous man and would lock her away from Niahm who cried too and did not know what to do either when tears were so violently bursting. Dana was tired of Ossian Lee's impishness (who was indeed a distant cousin)as he tried to pull Niahm away all the time and told her not to see Dana- Niahm was frightened by this controlling behavior - too- Girls would escape and meet during weekends one weekend out of two. Dana feared Ossian had influenced her over her perception of her, she hated when her friend looked her impetuously and would mumble things in French (she was half French, half Irish) and tell her to leave the room, becoming cold and distant with her two enormous sea -eyes and blond locks , like being in frost. Dana had become bold and felt outraged by the situation, especially towards Ossian, she had mixed feelings of hurt and sadness and fear and revolt. Chapter 2 This day she had entered a bakery, an excellent one, with sheeny cakes, strawberries and creams. What a magnificent, resolute, lively showcase, oh yeah,me remaining alive , will I eat them all! She thought twice looking at her thin belly and the tea room’s vintage ticking clock “tik tok tik tok tik tok”this day she had stepped in a bakery, an excellent one, with sheeny cakes, cherries and creams, what a magnificent, resolute, lively showcase, oh yeah,me remaining alive , will I eat them all! She thought twice looking at her thin belly and the tea room’s vintage ticking clock “tik tok tik tok tik tok” no, I want to , I want to, stay thin, even thinner -Dana told herself. She finally opted for a basket of cherries, a small one ,and black coffee.She was leaving as she had just seen "Borman pastries" written in bold she shivered in frights and run away- She remembered having flashbacks but she could not have the exact recollection: Wasn't Borman a nazi ? I cannot remember ! She had just eaten the cherries filled with ham. She didn't even know what ham it was! Why did she forget she should not have gone there- she may have been told once by grandma Gina Lee born Rosenberg-Pederson who married her distant cousin David Lee, Dana's own and beloved grandfather and she was spending time with them these very days since ) or her teacher but at the time she was not older than thirteen years-old and with time flying she had forgotten, because her mind was preoccupied with Niahm and Ossian and with university generally (beyond everyday's small turmoils she had been globally feeling innerly secure like most people, she felt secured and at peace, then she had forgotten of these hints , completely forgotten of them) and it was too late she had eaten the cherries before remembering she had forgotten who was Borman. She turned to the counter and saw a Jewish man (he had kept hastily a kipa ) with a missing leg: "hello" he told Dana, Im Jacob Lee Rosenberg-Pederson, i'm your uncle but you had never met me before, I was born to David and Gina in 1970- five years before Jon lee your father but I had to live to San Francisco and we never met before today- I'm American." “Thank you uncle Jacob, tell me what happened to your leg?.” She asked. “Borman Junior is a psychopath. He cut my leg with an ax because I had an affair with his wife, he used to employ me but now he did me in, can I leave with you to the Faroe Islands ?and you’ll never come back to Berlin again (Indeed Dana after a riot with Niahm and Ossian had left the place for two days ten days after she had arrived to Sanskin) “Yes come with us , with Grandpa, grandma , Ossian and Niahm, but you’ll to know Im engaged by Morrigane La Fee with a mission in the Fairy world “ she replied Chapter 3 The Fairy world could have been anywhere -in Israel, on the British Isles,on the Faroe Islands,what was universal to it was the fact that it was a Fairy world and thus it was different from ordinary life. And what made it different? Well Here Dana felt time had slowed down , her boyfriend Ossian had become friendly again and she could enjoy time with Niahm again and even continue their love affair.Uncle Jacob had his leg replaced and could work again,now,on fishing boats indeed. One late evening Dana had fallen asleep on a bed of flowers she had made in their house. Night came and she heard a knock on the door.``Who's in?" She asked . As nobody replied she stepped out .All in a sudden she saw something so extraordinary it had left her flabbergasted. A night garden had grown under feet , not even a night garden but a night forest! A magnificent smallish forest of small birchwoods , small icy streams and fountains feathered with rose petals had appeared under her feet.Small deers were running along free-and nightingales had nested. "Wow that's beautiful, amazing who did that for me ! She exclaimed! "It's us," A dual voice replied. And as she quickly turned around she saw Ossian and Niahm. "Hey guys thank you, that's amazing, what a wonderful job you did ,it's not even my birthday ! This is so kind and wonderfully skilled of you, I'm joyfully impressed "She said. "We missed your thirty -fifth birthday last year and we wanted to apology.There is one thing however, Morrigane Lafee lent us some money for us to grow everything , we had to buy the trees, deers, fountains and now we have to give the money back, well instead she sent the three of us on a mission- She wants to know if Lancelot Dulac cheats on her she is a jealous of a woman named Guinevere and she wants us to go to Brittany in France to read their correspondence- letters had been sent near Saint-Malo"Said Niahm. "Well it 'll be like a holliday and uncle Jacob will take care of the deers in the meantimes,we could get to France by plane and train and I heard Brittany is a wonderful place- we'll have great fun checking these somewhat infamous letters. "Replied Dana "Well Lafee is infamous, not them "added Ossian "If you knew of the spiteful reputation she has you would understand, she thinks Lancelot loves him he does not and she insists , stalks him almost" Chapter 4 St Malo The happy tree friends had arrived in St Malo the next afternoon and were now cozily laying on this sandy Bretonne beach of the French coast. Dana wore a white dress and she had this red lipstick , hair curled in the swaying wind kissing randy feminine whirl around her an harpist' strings would have utter in a moil and the sea too was a dewy ricochet of cerulean waves . Niahm was holding her waist gently kissing her neck.White clouds and the dawning dusk at six o clock had rocked to sleep the three buddies. They had found a white wooden shed on the beach where they slept and lived together merily while taking enough time to fish before the naive sea storms burst as they were quickly doing in June. Dana was hearing her heart beating looking at Niahm 's bright blond hair as she felt their embrace was a promise of love made to each other. A caribbean fisherman not far from them- and with his black ebony hands was polishing stone and cooking a meal on an portable stove- He was here with his son and his wife who had the gracefulness of a Black Pharoness and as they were acquainting Niahm Dana and Carla were starting an endless evening talk. Ossian had joined them at midnight and they started building castles in the sand with Carla’s son Ernest – a happy teen boy of fourteen. As Carla’s family left around two o’clock . Niahm Dana and Ossian went back to bed . Ladies had become intimate. In the evening Dana Lee Rosenberg Pedersen left the room- fetching her star of David’s necklace she had received from her grand-mother putting it around her neck. She went back to the beach alone for a while because she wanted to draw a huge tapestry of Niahm on the sand as a surprise for her. As she started she heard a sudden rustling noise from small woods near by the beach. A tall shadowy man had seemed to surge from the bushes, approached Dana and put his arm on her shoulder. She screamed horrified and fastly mumbled "Who are you?" "I am David Petrovitch'' the man replied , son of Ruth and Isaac Petrovich .I know who you are and so I am Morrigane Lafee's bodyguard I came here especially to remind you that your mission starts in two hours and that you will have to interrupt leisure on mission-you won't have time to waste.Still you'll have a holiday and you could finish your- he looked on the ground- "masterpiece"