For A CloneIn those days we lived in despair and darkness, those were the days when the CIS occupied our world, I remember those days well, they came down upon us like a storm sweeping away our planets small military, and any who dared to resist. Our planet fell in a matter of days. I remember the sirens wailing as droid bombers flew overhead dropping bombs, I did the only thing I could, I ran to the nearest shelter with my mother and sister, when the bombs stopped we emerged to find us living in an occupied city.For A Clone by MercenaryBlade
Those days were the most miserable we had ever endured, the droids coldly and systematically confiscated any weapons we citizens had, any who refused to turn over their weapon was shot right there on the spot. So many of our buildings had been turned to rubble and the smell of smoke stayed in the streets for a long time, we had a new governor now, he was a Neimonian who told us he was here for our well being, he made up new laws every day, a strict curfew was enforced anyone caught outs
Remember Me \Chapter Four/Remember Me \Chapter Four/ by cxdlover
“Gerard...? Gerard, wake up,”
Gerard opened his eyes to see Ray kneeling next to his bed. “Hm...? Ray?”
“Yeah, it's me,” Ray said. “I have to show you something. It's really important...”
Gerard sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” he asked, looking out the window and noticing it was dark outside.
“1:30 AM, but that doesn't matter,” Ray said. “C'mon, before Mikey gets back!” he grabbed Gerard's wrist and pulled him off the bed.
“Whoa, slow down!” Gerard said, trying not to fall over as Ray pulled him through the hotel room. “Why before Mikey gets back? Where's Mikey?” Gerard decided it would be best to just not mention the fact that he had slept for a really long time, only a few hours after he slept a full night. Then again, the night before's sleep had been pretty restless.
“I'll explain on the way, let's just go!” Ray said, opening Gerard's door and running
Remember Me \Chapter Three/Remember Me \Chapter Three/ by cxdlover
Gerard walked into Frank's hospital room and looked around. There was a nurse sitting next to Frank on the floor holding Frank's phone, showing him what Gerard assumed were pictures or interviews of the band and such. She turned her head to see Gerard, and he smiled slightly, waving a little.
“Oh, hello, Gerard!” she said, smiling. “I was just showing Frank some pictures and such. I'm sure you have much more to show than I do, so I'll leave you two alone.” she smiled again, and Gerard guessed it was probably a fake smile. The nurse stood up, handed Frank his phone, and walked over to the door and exited, leaving the two alone.
“Hey,” Frank said, not turning to look at Gerard. He was wearing normal clothes, but nothing special, just a tee-shirt and sweats. Gerard noticed that he didn't have a bandage around his head anymore, which made him feel a little better.
“Hi,” Gerard replied, walking over to Frank and sitting down next to him.
Remember Me \Chapter Two/Remember Me \Chapter Two/ by cxdlover
Gerard slowly opened his eyes, looking around the room he was in. He could tell it was a hospital room, but it didn't have any machines or anything in it, just the bed he was lying on and a small couch in the corner of the room.
“Ah, hello, Gerard.” a nurse with blond curly hair walked in, holding a glass of water that she set on a bedside table next to Gerard. She pulled a chair that was leaning against the wall a bit closer to the bed and sat down. “How are you feeling?”
“Um, fine,” Gerard said, sitting up slowly and rubbing his head a little. “My head hurts a little though.”
“That's good to hear.” the nurse said, smiling. “We were pretty sure you were going to be okay, but we brought you here just I case.”
Gerard nodded a little, realizing the pain in his head was a lot different than what it had been like earlier on stage, and the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach had gone away. Wait... The concert!<
Conflict of Blood (chapter 3 edits) Sleeping was difficult without anything to listen to on TV, but it was the price I paid. No car, no movies, no internet. Good thing I didn’t have a phone, or that would have been gone, too. I shuffled my way down the carpeted steps as my eyes tried desperately to shut themselves. Mom was sipping on coffee, watching the local morning news before Murder She Wrote or some other program she liked.Conflict of Blood (chapter 3 edits) by StevenGilby
I searched the fridge for some eggs and bacon, which was the only breakfast I really knew how to make. Mom was the cook, but no one could beat Dad’s hash browns. They were the quintessential breakfast team. Dad knew the perfect amount of oil to make them crispy but not greasy. Mom had the same problem I did: too much or not enough oil.
The bacon hissed and popped in the pan as I beat the eggs in a bowl with salt and pepper. Mom came into the kitchen as I pulled the crispy pig strips from the pan and moved the pan from the burner.
Conflict of Blood (chapter 2 edits) I didn’t see Rebecca at breakfast the next three mornings. There were never many students in the cafeteria in the morning. It was Friday, though, which meant that the NJROTC would be decked out in their summer uniforms. White over black with ribbons, medals, funny banana boat hats, and shoes shined to look like mirrors. They walked so tall in their uniforms with that smug look of superiority about them like the school was theirs. I honestly didn’t have too much of a problem with them. They’d never insulted me, and were always respectful and respectable. After all, they had a uniform to make look good. I think the officers, who have to set a good example for the cadets, had a lot to do with it.Conflict of Blood (chapter 2 edits) by StevenGilby
I ate with Matt and Jeff that morning, but we weren’t carrying on like usual. There were a few whispers between them that were inaudible.
“Why are you guys going on like schoolgirls?”
They stopped muttering an
.:NightCry - Prologue:.It was another day when she wasn't entirely sure if it was going to be a messy one with a lot of runaways, confrontations and fights, or if it was going to be one of those calm days when you had nothing to require you to do anything in the world other than hang out, sit in your comfortable spot in the hammock and sleep the day away in the sunlight with a good book..:NightCry - Prologue:. by MistressHarper
Well, the choice became pretty obvious at the point where the realization that Ellis didn't like reading, or sunlight in that matter, settled in.
The young girl sighed as she stood up from the bedside, tying her long dark hair in a high ponytail behind her head. The bedside, at least what she called that today, was actually nothing but a bunch of leaves, grass, and moss put together in a pile molded after what seemed to be like a bed or a mattress. Not that it bothered her at all, Ellis was more than used enough for sleeping under the night sky with nothing but what she could g
Conflict of Blood (chapter 1 edits) I was always told by my brother that high school is supposed to be one of the best times of my life; that time right before college, before you enter the “real world” where real problems start to pile on your shoulders like a lot of old furniture. High school is a time in your life when habits and mannerisms solidify and the person you become begins to take shape. It can dually be a time of introspection for some, though few, where you might look inside yourself and fix what’s under the hood.Conflict of Blood (chapter 1 edits) by StevenGilby
During the sophomore year point in my life there were only two people I stuck with at first. Matt and Jeff had known each other since junior high, but I met them as a freshman while searching for a table at lunch, my own seemingly forced arrangement on the social totem that is high school. Their round table seemed more accommodating than the solitude at the other end of a table of chatty and giggly girls.
It was fairly quiet at first, like t
Robert's DateRobert's Date by xorlox
Cindy drank the last of her wine, her eyes glistening from boredom as she listened to an obese man ramble on about a car, she had long stopped paying any attention to his feeble attempts to impress her with his knowledge, but she had something special in store for him all the same. Brushing off another attempt to bore her with talk about a different sports car she lightly grasped his forearm and focused her gaze into his eyes. He instantly fell silent. “Good,” Cindy thought. She was tired of the dinner party, and more importantly she had what she came for anyway, she just needed to nudge him ever so slightly and he would be hers.
“Maybe you should drive me home,” Cindy said fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to see how you handle a car under pressure,” She finished biting her lip while waiting to see if he was as transparent as she thought he was. His lips drew back slightly giving Cindy a queer smile and an answer to her questi
A Night FLightThe Lancaster quivered as the wind whistled through her wounds. Every now and then the aircraft shuddered as if it were death throes. My vision was blurry with pain and exhaustion and my eyelids kept trying to slide over my eyes like curtains. I shook my head to clear away the fog and moaned. Outside the cockpit, I could only see the darkness of night, heavy clouds blotted out the sky and no lights of towns or cities shone on the ground. It was like I was flying through a void.A Night FLight by MercenaryBlade
Simmons, my copilot, groaned. For the past few hours I’d thought he was dead, and then he’d moan.
“Hang on Simmons.” I said weakly. I wasn’t doing so well myself.
It had been a brutal bombing mission over France. German searchlights had picked us out of the formation and the flak had torn through our aircraft mercilessly. I had taken shrapnel to my leg, which even now throbbed with pain. Simmons was hit in the torso and I didn’t know if he was going to last much longer. We had
A Song of SelfI am me, I am myself,A Song of Self by kiwiootori
Every part of me is me.
I am unique, I am special.
I am who I am.
My heart is full to the brim,
Overflowing with more love
Than the people around me
Deserve for me to give them.
I am someone who feels deeply,
Someone who has the habit
Of loving far too much
And getting hurt too easily.
Despite my emotional side,
I am stable, mature in my thinking,
Realistic about the world around me
And not stuck in a fairytale.
I am straightforward in my life,
I know where I’m going,
I know what I want to do,
I know who I want to be in the future.
Even though I’ve become a shell,
Someone I wanted not to be
When I was younger,
I have accepted myself for me.
Despite my depression,
Despite the fact that my mind
Is never settled in one place,
I don’t hate myself anymore.
I cannot say that I am happy,
As that would be a lie,
But I’m on terms with myself,
I’m on terms with this world.
I can find happiness in little things,
I can find love
One move to break the illusionLike an opium dream,ever shaking.One move to break the illusion by shining-gloom
Constant,as memories that can't be undone.
You, my living contradiction,making
The line betwixt heaven & hell
Thin like my shallow minded fun.
You die,gaining life greener than the leaf
You pluck and preserve to keep Alive.
Your grip kills and pleases,as sweet as grief.
Love like yours breaks and makes mercury.
I lay myself and fly,the Phoenixes in water thrive.
My dark ladyI can recall how many times I sniffedMy dark lady by shining-gloom
those dark curly locks!
how many times her hands slipped
from her smooth silk frocks!
How many times the world
stared with curved foreheads
at my dark lady and me,
at her cloudy hair threads!
The people I loved,
How many times they shattered
my dark lady,with her was me
how many times I flattered.
Beauty at it's best I had seen
Cruelty at it's worst I had seen
This dark woman I had, was kind,
towards her this world made me lean!
My dark lady,with her shadow hands
removed the tears from her raven eyes,
sad cheeks.Dark world was too blind,
in its bright disguise!
My dark lady now lies
My bright world now cries
Dark rain covers my white people,
their white skin,golden hair locks!
My dark lady! beauty at it's best,
I had seen in you,
towards you I still lean,kindness at it's best
I had seen in you!
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
Part 4: Free'No one would believe me. That's the best part about this. It's so unreal. I don't know if even he would believe me. But I don't care. I do not speak to him anymore.' A story unlike any other. 'This has been a dream and yet not. This is the end. Of me. Of everything. Of this.' Forgiveness is unnecessary when you forgive yourself. Believe in yourself. Die in yourself. 'I never lived in this world, only my own.' And there you have it.Part 4: Free by randomfreakygothgirl
'You were just another thing, and then you were everything, and now you are nothing.' That's how it goes. 'If I could take back my choice, I would. You would be dead by now. Your life was in my hands. And there's that... you didn't even know it. You just thought you were dying spontaneously. Oh, but it was me. It was an awesome and terrible power inside me.' You still crave it, don't you? It is within reach. 'My biggest mistake was letting you free. Thinking you were still useful to me.' Try. 'But it doesn't matter anymore. You do not exist. You are dead.'
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2Season 1 - Episode 2 - Script ½'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2 by Reach4Succes1995
(In this scene, Annabel is looking around the classroom whilst sitting down. She’s noticed that everyone had literally stopped moving and stood completely still like statues.)
Annabel: Hello? Aren’t we suppose to wrap up the lesson and…
(The camera spots to three classmates as an example and the teacher, all frozen in place.)
Annabel: (Worried tone of voice) Go… home?
(She gets up from the chair and examines one student by waving her hand in front of his face. He doesn’t blink, so she shakes his shoulders.)
Annabel: (Urgently) Come on… Answer me!
(She shakes him so hard that he falls of the chair. Annabel reaches out and tries to prevent the teen boy from falling, but it was too late. He lands on the floor with the same facial expression.)
Annabel: (Gasps and bends her knees) Oh! I am so sorry! (The teen boy still does
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1)Season 1 - Episode 1 - Script 2/2'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1) by Reach4Succes1995
(The beginning of part two starts with pure darkness and a faint voice telling Marsha to wake Annabel up before the car door opens and shuts. We then see Annabel sleeping peacefully in the car. Marsha begins to gently shake her with her hand.)
Marsha: (Gently) Annabel, wake up. We're here.
Annabel: (Opens her eyes, yawns and outstretches her arms) What was that? (Spots that her parents and Tessa are missing, which makes her wake up instantly) What? We're here already?!
Annabel: Oh great.
Marsha: Oh Annabel. Stop being a downer and come on. The place might be better than you expected.
Annabel: Ohhhh.... Alright. Let's see how great the house looks.
(She takes off her seatbelt and opens the car door. She gets out and follows her sister to the new house. Once she walks down the pathway to the new ho
The Wind Speaks - Bard SongOh, the wind speaksThe Wind Speaks - Bard Song by Daneas
of our sins, of our deeds,
of what came,
and of what will come,
lest we forget
how fragile we are.
May it blow against our faces
and bring peace to our souls.
May it carry away
all our sorrows.
Oh, the wind speaks
of our wishes, of our pleas,
of our fire
and of our steel,
lest we forget how foolish we are.
May it always blow through our lands.
May it take our last breaths away
before the Great Storm comes.
O Wind, speak.
Tell us what we will be,
what we will become
in this land filled with greed.
May you always blow through our halls.
May you protect us from those who wish us ill in their songs.
O Wind, speak. O Wind, speak.
Dracoree - Bard SongToday is the day we fight, today is not the day we die.Dracoree - Bard Song by Daneas
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
let them see the fire in your eyes.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not fear, do not weep, my child.
Embrace the flame lighting up the sky.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
The land and sky will sing your tale,
the seas will not forget your name.
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
the darkness will fade away.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not falter, do not flee, stay strong, my dear.
Let the enemy see your fire and steel.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Easarc and Burtus - Bard SongThis is the tale of Easarc and Burtus,Easarc and Burtus - Bard Song by Daneas
an ambitious dictator and a treacherous son.
He conquered countless lands, but while he was away
behind black curtains others plotted to take his place.
One day, led by his protégé
bloodthirsty men ambushed him! But in a twist of fate the tables had turned.
The daggers were about to reach his throat,
but he transformed into a dragon and roared.
The conspirators tried to escape,
but the furious beast bathed them in flames.
That is how this story ends,
may it remind future generations that longing for power is a bad trend.
The Dragon's Roar - Bard SongFrom the rubble and the ashes,The Dragon's Roar - Bard Song by Daneas
amidst the chaos and the cries,
to overcome the odds a warrior will rise.
The fury of the dragon’s roar will shake the whole world
and reverberate across the sky.
In the night, surrounded by flames,
he will fight to retake his rightful place.
He will roar and roar until it’s dawn.
His enemies will bow before the dragon’s roar.
The Big Red ButtonThe Big Red Button by xorlox
Crystal sank wearily into her soft chair, its cushions hugging her small frame as she stared out from her command center on a small island not far from California. Her doomsday weapon's charge was nearing seventy-eight percent and would be ready to fire again soon.
She obliterated a city only hours before, giving the world's governments a small demonstration of what six percent of her weapon's power could do. Crystal's normally grim stone face cracked, as a small smile forced its way to her face.
She thought of how the government leaders refused to even speak to her until she reduced a city to ashes. Now Crystal's phones, emails and even Facebook was filling with messages as the world's leaders made promises to pay and clandestine attempts to buy her technology. Her smile, foreign to her face soon faded and Crystal reverted back to her golem-like state as one of her henchmen from accounting approached and fell to a knee.
"Mistress," he began. Crystal tu
Night BlindnessNight BlindnessNight Blindness by Freephunkateer
She sped to dinner like a flash,
soon she'd be tipsy and flabby.
When suddenly there was a crash,
OH! she tripped over a tabby.
She was shocked, the cat was shocked,
Yes! the cat was shocked and how!
But don't you worry, off they walked,
With an OW! and a cursing MEOW!
She just trotted off, for hunger beckoned,
but as she struggled with food, forks and knives,
I doubt if at all she had reckoned,
That she'd scared off eight of kitty's nine lives.
Hey New Kids! Part 1 As the day was passing by, and all of the elementary kids were playing outside on the playground, while the teachers were sitting at a table enjoying their time. Every kid who in their own grade stuck with their classmates as no one dared tried to approach anyone from a different grade. The fifth graders were on the playground, as they owned that main part of it.Hey New Kids! Part 1 by The-one-and-only-Aj
Each student had their own part of the playground, which known, as "their spot." Second graders owned the swing set, third graders had the kickball field, and fourth graders owned the basketball court. The playground, which is the main goal everyone tries to take away from the fifth graders, but sometimes seems impossible as everyone tries, but fails.
"Halt! Who goes there?" A fifth grade student questioned the random boy as he approached the fifth grader.
"I am a third grader delivering goods for the fifth grade king.
Pretty Girl SmilePretty Pretty little girlPretty Girl Smile by PrettyShadowj28
Step in to our little world
Everytime I see your face
It’s say you’re so pretty all over the place
I like the way you walk it’s so amazing
I like the way you talk it’s breathtaking
No guys can resist it your beauty
No matter where you go your beautiness shall follow
No matter what you do your cuteness shall follow
Uh oh what’s pretty all those rotten girls making fun of you
Oh just ignore them they don’t know you whatever they said it’s not true
Ahhhh you’re cute I can’t stop loving you
I just want to get to know
Can’t stop staring for while
The only thing I want to see your pretty girl smile
Until Everything EndsI write wordsUntil Everything Ends by buggerbug50
I write them all for a purpose
And that purpose is this
I write words because they make people understand
They help people comprehend life
How its not all colorful
How its not all fun
And don't get me started about how easy it is
You wake up
Pour a cup of coffee
But what about that homeless man sitting at the bar
What's his story for his morning
How about the fact he drinks to ease his pain
Every tip he gets goes to liquor
He drinks himself to death
Food is only for pleasure
Not for survival
How's about the girl who rushes to work every morning
The same one you nod to as she walks by
The one whose face is laced with makeup
The one whose face is laced with makeup...
Because the world is dark
Because that man there is gay
Because the world isn't all sunshine
Because sciology is not commonology
So help me explain
Don't walk up to strangers
Instead keep writing with me
Keep writing until there's nothing more to write about
Until the world understands
Until everything ends
Babymetal and metalheadsSo I came across a Japanese music group that goes by the name of Babymetal; a band that plays a fusion between heavy metal and Japanese idol and well a bunch of metalheads (The fans of the genre of metal) are angry about it because it’s “A DISGRACE!” to what they classify as music. So well, I thought ‘Hey let me give my two cents on this band.’ But I will say I’m what you would call a metalhead; I’ve only listen to like several songs from Avenge Sevenfold and that’s about it but I figured that you know what maybe an ‘outsiders’ opinion; but if you don’t like their music but don’t act like it horribly assaulted you that’s find if anything I’ve only listened to one song from them (Gimme Chocolate) and that’s about it. Let me elaborate more about Babymetal and why the way the crazed metalheads should shut up about this.Babymetal and metalheads by Black-Knight-4090
Babymetal was a band that was formed in 2010 in Tokyo that are comp
Evil and the Mask: A ContemplationEvil and the Mask is a novel by Fuminori Nakamura, winner of the 2010 Kenzaburō Ōe Prize. This is his second novel to be translated into English by Soho Crime after The Thief.Evil and the Mask: A Contemplation by Konnono
I was going to write something deep and serious about the ever-changing aspects of the philosophies of life, but I realised nothing I say would come close to describing the feelings this novel has left me with. I’m simply not a good enough author for that. What I will write, however, are my thoughts regarding this novel.
I picked up Nakamura’s The Thief at a book fair last year completely on a whim. All my siblings are avid readers, but apart from Haruki Murakami none of us had ever truly explored the realm of Japanese literature. I’d read a few light novels like Yukako Kabei’s Kieli but that was it. The cover for The Thief was surprisingly attractive - bright yellow like a hornet, with an image of a Tokyo street bleeding through the title, writ
Giovane Donna Review Fever GiveawayGiovane Donna Review Fever Giveaway by Ciullo-Corporation
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Ciullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World TourCiullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World Tour by Ciullo-Corporation
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Debts and FavorsIn the shadowy spaces of the Nether, the dreadlord stood. Pride and satisfaction seemed to roll like heavy smoke from his form, as he watched chaotic colors dance in the palm of his open, outstretched hand. By contrast, the forms and shapes that he observed in them were quite specific - a mortal. A woman. One who had been his adversary, and was now indebted to be his asset.
Vethoreas smirked and his eyes glittered, remembering how it had played out so perfectly.
A worthy adversary she had been. A couple of his brothers had already fallen to her before he even knew of her, a sin'dorei woman who had triumphed and fed on the essence of nathrezim. But through the foolish actions of one of his own kind, she had been reduced from his opponent to his pawn. A cost she willingly took upon herself to save the life of another.
"A favor for a favor..." The arcanist swallowed hard. Her voice and expression were calm, determined, and resolute. "I swear."
Informed OpinionsThe hours were waning into the cooler parts of the day. The gentle autumn temperatures seemed to contrast, in a way, with the warm light of the bold, golden colors that were beginning to set the western sky aflame. The sun stretched its impotently burning touch over the elves' gilded kingdom of eternal song and efflorescence, and in the courtyard between the Arcane Academy and the Temple of the Sun, it gleamed on the heads of two pointy-eared figures, who sat looking like femininely personified contrasts of night and day themselves.
One wore the dark garb of a warlock, her silvery tresses falling in elegant waves around her shoulders, while the taller one's sleek black mane brushed lightly over the threads of her mage-robes and fell a little to one side with the tilt of her head.
"How long have you had this?" Shad'ara asked. Her fair, whiskery eyebrows twitched with intrigue as she regarded the crystalline object hovering in the empty space above the open palms of her friend's hands, s
Being CarelessThe twisting skies of the Netherstorm shifted and surged with magic and chaos. Ley-lines coursed across the atmosphere in vivid display. Flashes of ether-lightning rent the air. The nether-winds drifted over the broken, wasted landscape. Chunks of what had once been a whole and healthy world floated, sailed, and crashed into one another and around each other.
And one mere mortal fancied making this her playground.
A running leap off the edge of a floating "island" sent arcanist Aranya Ver'Sarn freefalling through space, whooping and screaming like an excited girl. Air rushed past her face, whistling by her long, pointed ears. Her spine tingled fiercely, her every nerve was on edge, every muscle tense with anticipation. She wasn't aware of her breath - was she holding it, or had she lost it? Her eyes never left her target. The distance flew by as she dropped, and in the last instant, before the last second that would have seen her falling forever into nothingness, she
We Do What We Must"It's not over, Sylvanas. Not yet," growled Lord Darius Crowley of Gilneas. His shoulders were set, his arms moved in a gesture of finality as he spoke. To his immediate right, louring in the face of everything, stood Ivar Bloodfang, leader of the feral worgen pack who had agreed to join the efforts of the Gilneas Liberation Front and the Alliance. To his front, and glaring impassively back at him and Ivar, were the hard eyes of orcs, the glowing eyes of elves (living and undead), and the unreadable faces of the dread val'kyr. The Horde's worst. Darius' fingers curled and gripped the bladed, claw-like fist-weapons that he was armed with.
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general, now queen of the undead nation of the Forsaken, leaned slightly forward atop her skeletal warhorse, her eerily burning garnet eyes boring into Darius as she spoke in what sounded like an accusing or a reprimanding tone, "You frivolously throw away the lives of your people while your own king sit
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