Despite the sinister yet detached look that etched itself on his face, Skye's eyes remained vacant. Reminding one of someone who had lost something precious and had nothing left to lose.
Something Uther was soon to quickly notice as he skidded a few feet away from Skye, who tilted his head slightly to while observing his father silently. Like a person would while they were dissecting a small specimen before them.
“Was Grandmother in on it? What about Great Grandfather? The man you both so greatly loved to boast about?” Skye asked tersely as he watched his father carefully in case he tried anything.As much as he wanted to destroy his father right where he stood, he needed answers.
A tragedy among soulsFormed from a web of lies and deceitUnable to be unspun until the final curtain is drawnBlood fills the hands of the usurpersDespite one's desire to rectify a mistakeIt will all be in vainFor the throne of thorns shall consume what was once a protective throne.Darkness will cover the country like a shroudUntil the light of those forsaken are finally revealedA final fight shall be formedMade from truth and liesWho will win?Sadly, some things are just meant to fall~Dystopia~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~  
~ Deception can only (exist) last for so long~Tied by FateDestined to fall many eons agoOnly to repeat once more, leaving an uneasy land and it's shadow to wallow in despair.One born from a thiefOne who's lineage was stolen from birthConflicted souls that would always cross the other's pathStar-Crossed Souls whose paths were now twisted through deceitful handsOnly one thing can declare the outcomeOne cannot survive without the otherOnly when the thief falls shall peace reign once moreUpon a shining starHope shall linger through a
It was suppose to be simple."I know everything""What...?"It was a plan that they had concocted without the others knowing, but who knew that things would go wrong.So very wrong to the point that they had never even seen it coming.Then again, they were teenagers.Teenagers that underestimated someone who was good-very good at covering his tracks over the course of many years.To think, his own father had somehow anticipated that something would happen.Only, they had been the only ones unaware of what was truly being hidden. A dirty secret that was hidden within the shadows of the castle all this time.Waiting to ensnare any hints of the truth before it could be fully revealed. However, to make it worse was he that had led her to them.Unaware of wh
At first, they assumed Skye was upset over Anberine's disappearance given how low his mood had become. Then came the workload, leaving them to wonder if this had distracted him from doing other things.Except Skye to their relief had managed the stressful job, even though it was a challenge for one person to handle. Something they didn't envy for one moment.Which was why Marcus and Merlia volunteered to help out whenever possible, hoping to allow some burdens to be removed from Skye's shoulders.Sadly, nothing had changed even with the extra help. Skye even now appeared to be a former shadow of himself. Something that angered and irritated Marcus deeply whenever he came across Skye."It hasn't been that long" Skye waved Marcus' words away, not looking the Light Dweller in the face in order to avoid showing any of his true emotions. He already had a lot to deal with, both on a personal level and from
"Don't get me wrong, I don't miss the voice. I just..." Skye pursed his lips as he looked at the scrolls once more with mixed emotions. Ever since that day he awoke to his powers, the voice had been completely silent.Almost as if it had vanished altogether without warning.As a result, it left Skye with a strange sense of emptiness. Like he had lost a part of himself yet knew it was with him but was not able to see or access the voice.Why had the voice even appeared back then only to vanish?Why had he heard Nimue's voice back at the lake?Why had she haunted him with her words?It left him with so many unanswered questions during the six years, things that even with hints would be deemed nonsense.At times Skye would be plagued with dreams that kept him up at various times during the night, dreams that left him paranoid- guessin
Darkness filled the sky like a shroud, Clouds uncovered a blood-red moon that soon turned the world below it into a barren, lifeless land. Trees were seen dead and bare of all vitality, the lands were even filled with grey grass that would break from the slightest touch.Meanwhile the waters reflected the waxing blood-red moon, painting a foreboding yet bone-chilling atmosphere.Staring up, a woman wearing a long white dress contained a stern but determined look. Her blond hair fluttered around her as she stared at the sky, by her sides her hands clenched tightly before movement caught her line of sight.Looking to her left, her blue eyes narrowed now on guard for what would be taking place, the wind immediately howled creating a strong gust to circulate around her and the ones approaching her.A swish noise could be heard near her right hand before the woman bent
"I'll go see what's going on. In the meantime, I should send them some Dyra stones just in case they run out of supplies or are in danger" Skye replied before getting up, his fringe moved slightly from the sudden movement meanwhile his eyes showed that he wasn't going to be swayed."With luck, there should be enough stones even after my visit. If not, we do have some more so I'll pack them for the road" Skye assured himself as he eyed a navy blue stone now being held in his right hand. His eyes softened from how it was created and how the idea came about.Truthfully, he was happy that they could give her some means allowing her to think of anything but her ongoing pain. Otherwise, he dreaded what would happen if she had lost her means of coping.Noth that he would tell anyone of how they were made, however, that didn't mean he couldn't spin a tiny white lie in order to avoid any grief. The last thing