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Hael and Sahara, first meetingThe wind was blowing steadily and strong outside the barracks of the deceivers, and rain was streaming down the windows of the place. Inside one sparsely filled room a young man lay on his back, his hands clenched along his sides as he gripped the simple sheets of the bed tightly. Upon closer inspection you could see that his eyes are clenched tightly shut and his body is soaked in sweat as he suffers from a nightmare that he is unable to escape from.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open as he sits up and throws his right hand forwards as if to grab something or someone only he could see. His shirt is plastered against his body, clearly defining the muscles in his back and chest. Panting, his arm still stretched out before him his dark blue eyes slowly clear as the man fully awakens from his nightmare. After a few more seconds pass he slowly lowered his arm and turned its palm towards his face. His once wild eyes are carefully
AshesSlowly she was burned
Her funeral pyre large and glorious
The ashes of her body floating freely
On the winds of change and memory
Each ash a mirror of history
That reveals the lights and shadows
Of the life that she had lived
For the First TimeI thought I was a goner,
"I am dead" I thought
As I fell to my knees in exhaustion
My breaths ragged and torn.
My eyes glazed in pain
But still burning in determination.
Slowly and shakily I stoodd back up,
My body staggering for a moment,
My eyes still focused on the ground,
Then I tore them up to stare my enemy in the face,
Only to find my view blocked
By the backs of my comrades
Then I just stood there,
Completely lost in a daze
For once in my life I was not alone
For once I had friends to help me
Even as I watched, a body turned
And held a hand out to me
Slowly but surely I reached out
And grabbed it in confidence
My gaze no longer rested on the ground,
My trembling limbs stilled
And my gaze hardened and leveled,
And I stood straight and tall
A smile broke out across my face
My lips painted red with my own blood
But a gurgled laughed escaped them
And my strong eyes were tinged with joy
As I realized that for the first time in my life
I was not fighting a battle alone
Life on the Back of a HorseWhen you have truly experienced
A life on the back of a horse
You cannot express it
Within even a thousand words
Because there are no words that exist
that can truly describe it,
It is a life that can only be experienced
A time that can only be lived
Not a GodI do not wish to be a god
whose existence ends with the beliefs
of those who worship them,
but rather a man who stands by his own power.
I do not want to be a being that cannot die
Who loses everything to the enemy named time
For I would rather bleed and fade away
My only legacy the dirt beneath mortals' feet
As I Die in Your ArmsTightly your arms wrap around me,
I can feel their muscles flex,
Holding me as tight as they can,
As I feel your tears,
Fall upon my upturned face.
"Please don't cry" I think,
My vision going a dark,
And my cloudy eyes slowly closing,
As my blood stains the ground around us,
Spreading into the shape of red wings.
"It's not your fault,"
Are the last words to pass through me,
As my life slowly fades away,
And I become coldly yet tightly embraced
By the arms of death
that feel so similar to yours.
Hael's History: The BeginningSnow is falling heavily as a man exited a small cabin on the outskirts of a town a long way north from the lands of the Knights Errant. He is carrying a small figure wrapped in thick blankets to a wagon with a large Shire set to pull. The man carefully sets the figure down in the back after making sure she was comfortable. He stands and heads back towards the house, checking the saddle on a dark bay mare on his way before walking inside. He exits again carrying a large satchel and is followed by another woman who heads towards the wagon as the man starts to mount the mare.
"Hael" the second woman says as she climbs into the wagon, her brow creased in worry.
The man turns his head to look at the woman as he sits easily atop the mare, named Shadow. His deep blue eyes are hard to read as he stares into his mother's eyes, which are so light a blue as to be easily mistaken for as white. Her eyes are filled with worry as she w
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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