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Hael and Sahara, first meeting The 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 defin
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
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
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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