Forever In DebtI can never repay you for how good you've been to me.You're the best sister a girl could ever be.In good times and bad, you've always been there.Guiding me and supporting me with care.I only hope that I'm that good to you.Because you deserve a brother who can be there for you.For as long as I can remember you've been my friend.Through thick and thin, you've helped me along.This path I'm on is safe once again.Thanks to you I'm where I belong.
Eternia Chronicles Pt 23I don't like this place. Everything about this place sends chills down my spine. Is this really Death's Palace? It's quite scary. The energy flowing through this place really freaks me out. "Be careful, you two," Kira starts. "You never know who could be here, stay close." We make our way through the hallowed halls, trying to remain silent.We hear a loud crash come from somewhere in the Palace, and we immediately know we're not alone. Tenchu grips my hand firmly and we begin to walk frantically to where we think Blade will be. "Sekijun!" We hear a voice yell; a female voice. The ground begins to rumble from under our feet, and the floor begins to crack. "Move!" Kira yells. We run with Kira, away from the crack, when a pillar of earth rises from underneath the floor."Kira Hakushi, why do you invade Hitarian lands?!" The girl asks, appearing from around the corner. She's rather tall, and she's wearing a blood-red cloak which covers parts of her head. "S-Sathiel? What are you doing here
Nothing I Can DoI like you, but as I speak I know there's nothing I can do.I cherish the moments, when I know it's just us two.You're with him, but I don't feel threatened or scared.Although it hurts, I'll admit you make a nice pair.There's nothing I can do about my feelings for you.I'd never even dare to come between you two.There's nothing that I want to do.I couldn't live with myself if I harmed you.I know you won't read this, I kind of hope you never do.But it's the truth, my feelings do exist.I'd never do anything like that, just for my benefit.
Severed SoulHis chain was severed. His body left without a scratch, he layed on the bathroom floor with only a bump on his head. The next room, his bedroom, was exactly the way it was before he died; the bed made, the lights off, and the carpet vacuumed. Back in the ensuite everything looked normal, save for the dead body. The shower, toilet and sink all spotless, the mirror clean. Nothing was moving in this ordinary bathroom. Nothing except for the cloaked figure in the mirror. She walks into his bedroom and tears off the open page of the deceased man's notepad. She leaves his house through the open window and is met by another cloaked figure, a male. "See? That wasn't too difficult," he says."I'm not proud, 28," she replies."Our job sure isn't fun, and it ain't that pretty, but we have to do it, 49." He puts his arm around 49's shoulder and glances down at the note in her left hand. "What's with the note?" 28 asked."Since he can't see us, I thought I'd give him a little warning." She hands hi
SoL - KoristraszaThe poison stops spreading throughout Meredy's body, but the effects of it remain while the druidic dragon heals the Death Knight's tortured body. "It's pointless trying to hide things from me," Koristrasza states. "What do you mean?" "I can read your thoughts, you don't trust me." Although she cannot see, Meredy can feel herself blushing. "I-It's not your fault or-" "It's fine, we just met," Koristrasza interrupts. Koristrasza is a green dragon, a rare form of dragon that is charged with watching over the Emerald Dream. Unlike her mother, Koristrasza doesn't permanently sleep in the Dream, but instead she watches over Azeroth."I never thought that you would return here," a familiar voice speaks. Meredy, still under the poison's effects, instantly recognises the unique voice of Sylvanas Windrunner, who tracked the flight path of the mighty dragon. "Relax, Death Knight, I came to apologise," Windrunner starts, "I never gave you a chance to explain." "I came to kill myself." Meredy's an
Fallen Angel 2[PLEASE NOTE THAT THE REST OF THIS SERIES WILL BE IN FIRST PERSON THROUGH WENDY'S POINT OF VIEW]"Nel, a-am I g-gay?" I asked, completely confused as to what's going on. Am I gay? Do I want to be? Do I not want to be? "That's something you have to work out by yourself sweety." I never really got to know Nel, only that she was a lesbian and she was hot. I remember two years ago, when Nel and I both entered a swimming race, I found myself perving on her in the change rooms. I don't know why, and I felt really bad. Does that make me gay? "N-no offence, Nel, but I think I'd like to be alone." "Okay sweety, I'll go." Nel puts her shirt and pants back on, shoves her underwear in her pockets and walks out of my bedroom.Almost immediately after Nel left, Emily walks into my room. "You okay? I saw Nel leaving, did she try anything?" She asks. She never really liked Nel because of her feelings for me, and would always try to keep me from talking to her. "Y-yeah, she kissed me." "WHAT! I'LL KILL
Fallen Angel 1All eyes surrounding the tomb of stone were filled with tears, it was not a joyful day. "We gather here on this fateful day to mourn the loss of Mr. Devin Trithe, devoted father of two and loving husband. His life, like many in this miserable world, was taken without warning and leaves us all with great sadness and depression." The minister, who is wearing a black tuxedo like the rest of the men in the graveyard, speaks in honour of Devin Trithe, who had recently lost his life in the workplace. He was putting together a rather complex electrical system when two wires crossed and electricuted him. The eldest daughter of the Trithe family, Wendy Trithe, approaches her late father's tomb and places a single white rose on his coffin. He had always loved white roses as he had given his wife, Kelly Trithe, a bouquet of them with a single daisy in the centre. His youngest daughter, Sarah Trithe, does the same, relentlessly sobbing over her father's tomb. Kelly approaches the grave next and pl
Soldiers of Lordaeron - MeredyShe purges the ground around her trusty mammoth's feet as she rides along her lush path, turning what used to be green into fossilised sculptures of nature. Nobody knows her name except for herself, and she shares it with none. In this ravaged, wartorn world, one can only trust few as many acts of sin and betrayal are performed each and every day, and the young heroine has come to trust no one. It has been but two months ever since the Death Knights were freed from the hold of the Lich King and the young woman rides along her now-frozen path to the Ruins of Lordaeron. This particular young Death Knight has a rather interesting and bloody history that even most leaders haven't encountered. She avoids sleep as much as she can, as her once pleasant dreams are haunted by her unforgiving past. She approaches her destination after several long days of travel, and her glowing blue eyes meet with the absent-minded pupils of a guard. The Death Knights are hated by most of Azeroth, an
ConfessionI have problems,Methinks that they can't be fixed.Because I can't accept judgement,I hide my true self.