"You can't handle it. If you try too hard to understand me, what you'll unbosom, that is if you're able to uncover anything, will drive you mad. Because my mind is a dark labyrinth, never understood". “Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind”.——Dean Roontz. A dark, lonely, numb soul wanders the face of the Earth in search of peace. Running and hiding from her hunters and her captives. She's trying all she can to feel something, anything, at all as proof that she's living but all to no avail. She's neither human nor werewolf, Satyr nor mermaid, she doesn't seem to have a place to fit in. Her only mission and the goal that drives her very being is how to get rid of the curse she was born with. A curse that seems to spread its wings of death over any one she dares to care about. A curse that doesn't hesitate to suck the happiness out of all beings of close proximity to her. Will her strive to break this curse be fruitful or futile? Will she be able to protect others from getting consumed by this curse that plagues her very existence? Will she thrive over this seemingly unbreakable curse?View More
“As we all know, this is a meditation class. Camp Arietis isn't just all about teaching you how to fight or control your powers.We also educate you on how to keep a calm mind while others are panicking in a time of trouble. Only a calm and thoughtful mind will be able to think of diverse solutions to help resolve whatever dilemma you may face.”Professor Tancred walked around the class as he looked at the faces of students before his eyes stopped at the sight of the second Prince of the Water Kingdom sitting beside the intruder.His eyebrows knotted on his forehead before they vanished in no time, making way for a small smile to dominate his face.He continued, “Same as other activities, some of you would be able to master this skill while others might find it very hard to learn, thereby giving up.I am restating all of this for the sake of the new
Red. Pink. Purple. Those were the sickening rainbow colours that marred her left cheek as she stared at herself in the foggy mirror which held the remnants of the earlier steam from her much needed bath.She raised her long yet delicate hands towards her pale white face. Her fingers softly touched the mark. In contrast to her white porcelain face, the coloured injury was explicitly conspicuous. It was swollen and it made the entirety of her left cheek look fat and chubby — the total opposite of her bony right cheek.She poked the injury but as expected, just like her other injuries, it was numb. She felt nothing there; no pain, no sting like it had stung her back in the training room.Blinking her deadened pink eyes, she stepped away from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom. Hearing the camp bell that was currently clanging, the loud and annoying chime resonating round the entire camp, she knew it was the end of their lunch br
Cavier continued to swing his spar, taking aggressive shots at her but Alaria only dodged his advances. She didn't want his name to be added to the endless list of people that she had killed but that move was making her seem like a coward and an amateur before the people seated here.She had no choice, she had to keep herself under control before this supposed ‘best sparring student in Arietian camp’ became old news.Seeing his opponent continuously dodging his hits with no intention of fighting back, Cavier could feel his ego swelling beyond the size of his head. He concluded that the so called ‘scary and deadly intruder’ was just full of hot air with no actions and consequentially, that thought fueled his courage to take even more aggressive swings at her, so with his signature twist, turn and strike technique that none of his opponents had ever expected, he managed to deliver a hit right to her face.Hearing the simultaneous gasp
“Good morning kids,” Miss Tabitha, the sparring teacher greeted, successfully eliciting disapproving groans from the students.She chuckled before correcting her words, “Sorry, I meant good morning ladies and gentlemen,” she flashed them a teasing smile to which they responded with ecstatic ones.“Good morning Miss Tabitha!” they shouted in enthusiasm. Friday was always an elated day for the students because then they wouldn't need to see professor Ethan for the entirety of the day; and though it was just the early hours of the day, they were ready to start their day.“I see you guys are pretty ecstatic today. Any special occasion?” she grinned as she attempted to walk towards the equipment room that was standing behind the door at the far corner of the room but she stopped short when a male student was already on his feet to help her get the sparring sticks.“We're just so happy to see you this morning, Miss Tabith
Amaury let out a deep, shaky sigh as his eyes snapped open. He ran his hand through his wet hair as the water from the shower above his head trickled down his body, in attempts to wash away the nightmare he had just had.It had been a nightmare that had suddenly turned into a sweet dream. It wasn't a figment of his imagination but it was his harsh past; it was the foul reality he had faced as a kid. That day had been the worst day of his life but also the best day of his life.Could such a thing exist? Having both your happy moments and tragic moments in just one day with only a few couple hours separating both events.The dream always left him breathless and angry yet with a tinge of regret and longing in the depths of his heart. He didn't know what he was longing for or why he felt such way but that was the last thing on his mind.His most prioritized concern was to figure out what might have prompted or tri
“Get a hold of her! Do not let her get away! Find her!!!”That familiar devilishly stentorian voice—that had always haunted her—thundered through the entire icy forest as she ran through the bushes in hopes of finally escaping this time around. She was in a life or life situation, trying to run very fast to get away and also trying to be quiet so they wouldn't know in what direction she went by having to listen to the rustling of the bushes or the crunching of snow beneath her feet as she ran past.She had four predicaments; to escape without being caught, to move swiftly but quietly through the bushes to avoid the risk of being tailed, she also had to mask her scent to prevent being perceived and lastly, she had to control her breathing and keep her vitals in check, especially her heartbeat.
><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><><"Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, Amaury. Why the heck aren't you breathing?!... Hold on... you're breathing, you're just not getting this right!". He scolded himself. His problems had been resurfacing lately and they were really getting to him.Amaury was born into a family of five. Initially, ever since he had been born, he had not been predestined to rule the seven seas as the next god but due to some circumstances, he was automatically made next in line to the throne of the water kingdom as the second child. I'm sure you all would be thinking, shouldn't the first child be the rightful heir to the throne? Well that is a story for another day.After him, the god and goddess decided to have more kids. So, Amaury had three younger siblings, a male and two females. The two females were the
><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><><“Ahh! Ahh! Ouch! Yeah, yeah! Oh my gosh, you got it! That's the spot. Hit it, hit it hard!”. “Blayze! Will you shut the fu–frost up? Quit with the moans!”. Leigh shouted exasperatedly as her eyes darted momentarily towards Fiorella, who in return, rolled her eyes with a chuckle.She had noticed Leigh's slip–up. Fiorella hated cuss words and she had constantly been admonishing them against it. It was easier with Amaury because he rarely used them, it was also fairly easy with Hunter or she thinks so because well, he only talked occasionally, only when he was interested in the topic being discussed and that rarely
><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><><Very light and fast running footsteps pattered through the field followed by rapid heavy ones, desperate to catch up with the owner of the light ones.The giggles coming from the little girl were so contagious, euphonious and mellifluous as she continued to run through the fields, leaving the man that ran behind her in astonishment.He had gone to pick up his four year old daughter from school and she had asked him to race her home. He had gladly obliged with the notion of running really slow to meet her toddler steps but the surprise she had just shown him was indeed astonishing. He had been stunned motionless when she took off running and for a few moments, he stood still and watched her tiny legs as they lightly bo
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