Just a few samples (in chron. order)

"Rhini, are you paying attentiong to me?"
The young girl yawned, blinking some. "What?"
Jason sighed and ran a hand over his short hair. "How are you ever going to become Queen if you don't learn what to do?"
She pouted at him, arms folded over her stomach. "Why can't I just stay with my daddy? He's King, isn't he?"
"I doubt very much Uncle would appreciate you tagging along."
"But why? Why don't I ever get to see him 'cept at dinner and ceremonies? It isn't fair, Jason."
He reached over to touch the soft black skin of her cheek. "I know, Rhini. But that's just how it is. Now, come; you need to learn just why it is your father is King."

The Guardian picked his way through the foliage which he'd seen the girl disappear into. Sharp ears caught the sound of whimpering. He pushed aside a low branch and saw the girl, curled up in the hollow of a bush. She was clutching her knee where a scrape was bleeding. He went to her and knelt down, extending a hand to her cheek. "What happened, child?"
Crimson eyes lifted to his, tears staining her cheeks. She was so young, so vulnerable; it made his heart ache with pity when she spoke.
"They made fun of me. They said I was too short to be an elf. They called me a pixie." Her lip trembled. It seemed being called a pixie was a great insult to these people.
"And to your knee?"
"I fell down..."
He smiled faintly and pulled her out of the bush and into his arms. Her head rested against his chest. "Come, child. I'll care for you."
"Thank-you, Guardian."

The hunt grew hopeless as the rain drowned out the scent of the fox, the hounds only becoming confused. The prince turned to his escorts. "We should turn back. The day is lost." They agreed and called the hounds back. Turning the horses around, they headed back through the increasingly pouring rain. As they approached the river, the bridge just barely visible over the swollen water, something caught the young prince's eye. Calling to his escorts, he told them to go on ahead. They were reluctant, but complied. He was their prince. He turned his horse towards a spot further down the river. Sure enough, as he drew closer, he could make out the torso of a figure, clinging to a rock. He stopped the horse across from that rock, slipping down off the creature's back. A girl, younger than him. But what was a peasant doing on the palace grounds? No...wait. She wasn't a peasant; she wasn't even human. She was an elf.

"You're beginning to piss me off, merc."
"Sorry, oh great one."
"Bit your tongue. There will be no sarcasm in my presence."
"Yes, Rhiannon. What is your bidding?"
"Get the peasants of the last village off my back."
"Can do, my lady." He lifted his hand to his sword, crazed look coming into his eyes.
"If I learn that you killed them, mercenary, I will have your head, understood?"
He scowled, but bowed to her. "Of course, mistress." He left the tent.
Rhia sighed, reaching for the black blade beside her and lifting it into the firelight. It pulsated, the metal of both blade and hilt heated up, though the woman barely noticed, her hand too scarred to feel. "You want him to kill them, don't you? So you can kill him? Then the joke's on you. I'd kill him with his own sword, so his blood will mix with the fallen's."

His gaze passed over the countless inferiors chained to the posts spaced evenly along the market. Slaves, new and old, many of them priced far higher than their worth. All of them inferior. Even the spirited ones seemed to not be what he craved. He and his escorts neared the end of the avenue, and he began to lose hope. Just as he started to turn back to settle for one of the others he'd seen, he saw her. To anyone else, she'd appear as broken and unspirited as the rest, knelt as that was all the chains allowed, gaze steady on the ground. Yet Wong could feel something different about her. Suddenly, he saw all that he desired embodied in that scarred body, little of which was hidden by the dirtied remnants of clothes, clothes from a time when she hadn't been a slave. He glanced around for the vender, but he was no where to be seen. No price anywhere, either. Only a sign with a warning: "Rhiannon 'Typhoon' Kolareny. Acquire at your own risk." The man grinned and licked his lips. The great Typhoon, a slave, here for the taking. "Alas, I shall be the one to take you."
To his surprise, pleasant as it was, crimson eyes were raised to meet his. "So be it."

"So, this is it. Are you prepared for the end, sweet Gaia?"
The planet shuddered with the elf-woman's words. I'm frightened.
"Don't be afraid, mother. I'm here with you. It will all be over soon."
This woman...who'd been with her almost since she, too, was born...She cared so much for her, a mere planet, which no one had ever cared so much for besides God. This woman, who took on her pain so that she, Gaia, might not suffer. If this woman, who had suffered so much already, said everything would be okay, then, she was sure, everything would be okay. She was no longer afraid, and the planet, now made of nothing but sand, stone, and a few molecules of water, heaved a sigh, accepting her ensuing fate. Thank-you, Rhia.
"You're welcome, Gaia. Now sleep. I'll wake you when the time comes." Her hands caressed the smooth sand, as if stroking a child's head. Perhaps it was this woman who was the true mother. She relaxed, and took no notice as the remains of her surface broke apart and her existance in this life came to a close.