•|•|•"Amidst fleeting moments, her memory wanes like a delicate sunset, yet the cherished years we've woven remain etched, timeless, within my soul's embrace."-Xiirian•|•|• [KAYOS]The world is nothing but a graveyard of water around me. The water is cold, ice cold, but I revel in the numbness of it all.I do not feel the cold. The cold is home. The numbness is solitude. And the blurry vision of the space above me is dreamlike. Perhaps if I stay here long enough reality would fade or simply cease to exist. I stare upwards for minutes beneath the waves but the vision above me remains. Finally sitting up, the water sloshes around me as I take breaths of air in replacing what I missed, my hands pushing my wet locks from my face, breathing harshly until I settle back in the bath, the dimness of the room around me leaving a hollow feeling within me.The shadows move across my walls and I lazily tu

[Kayos]It's been years since I walked these underground halls buried beneath the court. I am alone with a singular lamp to light my way. It is not needed, I can see quite well in utter darkness and yet, light is the best company.Alchest screeches above my shoulder and I roll my eyes. It is as if the shadow is connected to my emotions.I tread the secret passages and stop before the large wooden door. It is barred with numerous locks and chains of which I have no key.When I was younger my father brought me here. I pause the memory. It is the few I remember of him.He opened it as I am now. My gaze travels to Alchest and he moves as a shadow blended into the darkness around, with ease into the smallest crack in the door. I hear the locks click open the chains fall and the door swings open before me. I see Alchest scamper in the shadows inside the dust-covered room.Once again I am taken back in time to memories. My father is by my side. I was not more than 7 summers old. He had liv

•|•|•If you are to speak of a matter so delicate in his presence, do so with care. Lest you spark the darkness in him and return the world into it's most wicked of year's.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]I FOLLOW after him, and I realize he is waiting for me in an aisle and soon we're treading rows side by side.Glancing at the stack in his hands, I realize his load is many times heavier than mine and yet there is no strain in his grip, and if anything, he looks lost in thought rather than minding too much about how heavy the books were."Shade," He begins.A shiver crosses my spine at this and I raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of my name. I am already looking at him, but his gaze is forward."Yes?" I always prefer, my name to my title. I know that I like hearing people say my name, but something about the master saying it makes me feel seen. I acknowledge it is progress. Ever since that talk, he has been careful to say my name. I like it. I like it a lot.He seems to be lost in tho

•|•|•A new age begins, and the cycle repeats.•|•|•[KAYOS]The Portal creaks with haunting whispers as I walk through. The shadows his my true name, enticing. Their voices are cold and wistful. They pull at my robe, and tug, grazing my feet, until I walk out and the whispers fade behind me, the portal closing.Only one shadow remains glued to my side. Alchest climbs up to my shoulder. I glance at him momentarily, my gaze shifting to our surroundings.It is as I thought. A blood bath.The narrow hallway lined only by torches spans a good length and in it lies the carnage left by the creature. There is no death, however. It seems this creature wasn't out to kill. Instead, there is an array of bodies writhing in pain. Slashes and marks. Aid has come to them, and healers are trying their best to do what they can. It is clear they were caught in prepared, however, it is a lesson well learned.Despite their pain, as soon as my presence is known, groans grow quiet, and shivers across th

•|•|•She is not a mate, She is a witch.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]Barnabas is right. The sun refuses to shine by the morrow, and the world is dark. And it stays for three days. At least, I think it has been three days. I can not tell. The hours seem endless.Perhaps I could count how many times Madam has awoken us but she has not been to our chambers. The last time I saw her, she had called AMA's true name. Now, guards bang at our doors when it is time to wake. If I am to count to that then it is four.Four days have passed. It feels like a fever. I pump on mindlessly. My thoughts are filled with pages and lonely words. I have not opened Xirrians journal since. It is far too emotional that reading those pages has wedged me into such despair that I can not bring myself to read another page.But even though I do not dare to read, his words have haunted me, night and day. I can not get it out of my head. Perhaps it's because there is nothing I can do to distract myself. I've been lone