Scotland, 1563 Witches Trial.¶The Crescent moon stood dauntlessly in its peak, damping what remained of the cold night and her fierce haunting breeze. Its light glinted off the well at the middle of the town, carving its image perfectly upon the water's surface, crowning its presence with a boldly instigated silver aura: fierce, demanding and kingly.The dry cold air pierced into her pale bare skin, cracking up her lips and sending shivers down her back. Most of her cloth were torn in disarray, and what remained of it shaded only her groin, but her breast laid bare. Her ankles and wrist ached from the shackles and chains that married them together, with purple bruises and sores that bulged from being dragged and beaten around town.She was a Duchess in shame, but that didn't matter.

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3084. The throb in his ear bashing against the sides of his skull, as the invasion from the woman's high pitched scream attacked it, pummeled his chest. And as the flames grew, so did his fattening heart crash incessantly into the cages of his ribs, growing even larger and squeezing brusquely in, while the quick bliss of the swift impatient seconds ran still. Although his eyes were shut, he could still feel the presence of its myeiora: Its aura. It was a familiar one he'd known for many nights now: warm, with a cold touch; voice breaking and words terse. It spoke, he heard and saw. Memories. It's not his. He could tell.

Lonely... Insecure... Special. "Morning Mom!" He rushed out into the meal room, holding unto a bag pack and a few textbooks. "Breakfast?" Mrs Kaitlin Orshwood, his mother asked, while dropping the suckling she carried. "A quick one. I'm late for the academy." He walked over to the table, took hold of the half filled cup, and sent it contents into his mouth. He spat it out upon the first sip. "That's a newly imported beverage. They call it caffeine. It is one of the old age's products. Heard of it?" His mother walked closer to him with a towel, which she wiped his mouth of the remaining liquid. "Yes! We learnt about it in one of our classes."He took second look at the cup's content, staring in disgust. H

"Next, Ale avenue" she said, and pressed firmly against the accelerator of the scooter she rode, and off it went. She struggled to look at the tag on the delivery box fitted tightly behind her, that had the residence's number of which she is to make her final delivery. The wind blowing hard against her face as she sped off forcefully drew tears from her eye. She slowed down, and turned backward, gently rubbing the box in search of the tag; she got it, brought it forward to have a better look. "Thirty -" She barely had a better look, when the wind drew the piece of paper out of her hand "Its Thirty...uh...Thirty Eight, I'm certain of it" she nodded and rode off. She came to a stop in front of a building, it was barely lighted inside -most of the lights were turned off.

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3084. The fiery waves bashed itself against the rocks of the shore, forcing her hands upon the sands of the beach and leaving the golden beads of earth clothed in salt, as zephyr commanded her tides, and drove about the swirls of her cold breeze. "A song, a cry, a plea, no one knows. Nobody has ever lived long enough to tell the tales of the maiden's graceful chords. The irresistible heightened pitch and sonorous chimes which are best avoided and left unheard --"A long braided maroon beards dangled from his chin, patting his bare chest and frolicking in tune to his nodding head. Some of his toe gnawed through his boot, escaping to the surface and across the edges of the flipped over iron bucket his short plumped feet settled on.