Undone, unspun, I am no oneI have no idea what to do.Undone, unspun, I am no one
My life, structured upon so many presumptions and assumptions, has fallen apart, a stray stick taken out of place. Crashing and crumpling, I am shattered. Undone, unspun, I am no one.
Nothing is working, nothing is sticking.
No solace in anything. Not the love of others, the prayers of a friend, or the worry of acquaintances. I am at an end, the beginning long gone. Trapped and lost, light everywhere, but so misguiding. Darkness is not evil, not deranged or wrong, it simple is the absence of light. Light tricks, light bends and twists. Darkness increases or decreases, ceases an
Freedom FeatherA single feather fluttered through the sky, dancing on the subtle currents within the air. Twisting and twirling, it leisurely flitted towards the soft ground, its destination as mysterious as its dance. Touching down with the slightest of landings, it settled in the book a young man was writing in. Picking up the feather, the young man regarded the beautiful quill. "Freedom," He muttered. With a voice naturally reserved but deep, he continued. "Freedom never flies, it only soars. Dancing in the wind, it glides through the roughest of winds, enduring all that is thrown its way. Hardest of storms may strike it down, but like the mighty pFreedom Feather
Daric FeatherbladeDaric held his face his hands, pulling them down his visage slowly. It was hot, and the fact he was in armor didn't help. But his mind wasn't on the heat. No, it was on the scroll that lay before him that his mind. Strange runes were written all over it, and no matter how hard he looked, he just couldn't figure it out. "What am I missing?" Picking up the scroll gingerly, he turned it in all directions, eyes scanning every inch of it. "There has to be something..." Minutes passed. Then an hour. The ale he had ordered was no doubt stale by now, but he didn't care. He was too focused on the scroll. So focused, he didn't noticeDaric Featherblade
Arkana's Trials Part 2A freezing fire raced through Arkana's blood, tearing him apart on the inside. Icy daggers rammed into his skull, splitting his thoughts and rending him to pieces. Time seemed to travel at a distorted rate, an hour becoming a second, a minute becoming a year. All he wanted to do was to sleep, to escape the agony, but the same urge that had made him fight the figure before was goading him to stay awake. Defy the pain. Breach the ice in his veins, and release a raging fire of anger. Clawing at the ground, he forced his body to obey. Movement sent waves of crippling agony throughout his body, but he found that his arm andArkana's Trials Part 2
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