Red: Fight InsideEnemy/Familiar friend/My beginning and my end/Knowing truth/Whispering lies/And it hurts again/What I fear/And what I try/The words I say and what I hide/All the pain/I want it to end/But i want it again/AND IT FINDS ME/THE FIGHT INSIDE IS/COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS/AND IT'S RAGING/THE FIGHT INSIDE/IS BREAKING ME AGAIN/Still the same/Pursuing pain/Is it worth all I have gained/We both know/How this will end/But I do it again/And it finds me/The fight inside is/Coursing through my veins/And it's raging/The fight inside/Is hurting me again/And it finds me /The war within me/Pulls me under/And without you/The fight inside/Is breaking me again/It's nothing (It's everything)/It's nothing/It's everything/It's breaking me/It's breaking me/I'm falling apart/I'm falling apart
MALIK STUMBLED INTO THE CELL. HE HAD BEEN DRUGGED SO THAT HE WAS UNABLE TO USE HIS MAGIC. THE DRUGS MADE HIM NO BETTER THAN A HUMAN WHO HAD CONSUMED TOO MUCH ALCOHOL.
"HEY, WATCH IT." MALIK MUTTERED. HIS WORDS SLURRED TOGET
The Fire Master Ch.1
I'm not dead yet.
Crunch. The dry twig snapped under the weight of Astar's foot. He stopped in mid-step as the nearby bear looked his way. Its dark brown eyes glittered as it stared at Astar. Their breaths came out in small puffs of white cloud in the cold air. Around them the forest remained still and quiet, as if watching to see what kind of encounter the bear and man would have. Astar remained completely still, knowing the tiniest motion could invite the bear to attack. He watched the bear in awe. Its brown coat shimmer
Neji and Noya I never liked the company of others very much. People annoyed me. They didn't function the way I wanted them to. They were too spontaneous and unpredictable. I had a nice little job at home, helping design web pages for companies. I couldn't remember the last time I had last seen someone's face. I would receive a bill with someone's name on it and I was satisfied. I knew enough about the world from watching TV and I wasn't interested in getting into that mess.
Okay, I admit I sometimes look out the window or open the doors. People walk along the streets and drive their cars, paying me no attention. I might as well be a ghost to them. It's almost like I didn't exist in their own little world.
Someone knocked on my door and I jumped in fright. No one ever knocked on my door. I cautiously stood from the chair at my desk and walked to door. My hand hovered uneasily over the doorknob. With a deep breat
Red: Intro Canto IIIFLAMES ROLLED EVER HIGHER. THE SOUNDS OF DYING WOMEN AND CHILDREN HAD CEASED LONG AGO. ONLY EMPTY LIFELESS FLAMES REMAINED OF THE VILLAGE. THE CANTO SOLDIERS RUMMAGED THROUGH THE REMAINS. LITTLE WAS TO BE FOUND. THE DESTRUCTION OF THE VILLAGE HAD BEEN PERFECT. NO ONE SURVIVED. NOTHING LIVED. EVEN THE FEW TREES ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE VILLAGE HAD BEEN CUT TO THE GROUND. THE LAND WAS DESOLATE AND BARE.
THE EARTH WHISPERED TO MALIK. HIS ELVEN EARS COULD HEAR THE CRIES OF PAIN EMANATING FROM NATURE HERSELF. HOWEVER, THE TONE OF THE VOICES WASN'T WHAT HE HAD EXPECTED TO HEAR. THE WHISPERS WERE CALM. ACCUSING, YET CALM. ANGER LINED THE VOICES. MALIK'S HEART RACED FASTER AS NATURE'S VOICES BEGAN TO ASSAULT HIM. THE WORDS WERE INAUDIBLE. EVEN THE ELVES, WHO WERE SO IN TUNE WITH THE FOREST AND OTHER FORCES OF NATURE, COULD NOT HEAR NATURE'S EXACT WORDING. BUT THE TONE WAS ENOUGH. MALIK FELL TO HI S KNEES AND SLAMMED HIS HANDS OVER HIS POINTED EARS.
"WHAT HAVE I DONE?" HE WHISPERED TO HIMSELF. T
Ghost"Sad little home," I muttered upon exiting the rundown car. Even all these years later I could still remember my exact words. My foster father pulled my single suitcase from the trunk. The house was a skinny little apartment-like home squished between other similar houses.
My parents had died in a plane crash a few years back. None of my relatives wanted me so I have been moving around from house to house, hoping to find a place I could call home. No one kept me for long. They couldn't stand my nightmares. Finally, about three years ago I came here.
It's a sad little home. There's not much room anywhere. There are three younger ones here; they require so much attention that my new foster parents are always preoccupied. I help where I can but well little kids never like me much so I just seem to get in the way. I seemed to be living the same routine every day. I'd wake up, eat with the family, clean the kitchen as my foster mother tried to round up the young ones and take them to t
July 2, 2056
Grandma hated when they finally passed the law that no fountains were allowed. I never knew why she preferred to wash dishes by hand or take showers with actual water. When water was so scarce I always thought she was just selfish. Then they passed the law and Grandma sulked for days. She told me she liked to wash dishes by hand because it reminded her of Grandpa. She said that they'd spend time washing dishes together, laughing and splashing like children in a tub. Whenever she thought of Grandpa, Grandma tended to ignored everyone and everything. She'd stare out window and sigh, complaining that there's not enough "green."
July 8, 2056
When Grandma talks about the past, it seems like she couldn't possibly be talking about the same world we live in now. Everything seems so alien. Sure, I read about much of what she talks about in school but it is so much harder to believe that anyone was actually alive to see those kinds of things. Economy, separation of power, wars betwe