WWC 3 - ItamiAssassianThere are lots of different children of the world, and most of them want to be different things. Some of them want to be just like their parents, or like an idol. Others just want to be happy. Some have dreams that can be easily reached, some have dreams that cannot be easily reached.
For instance, when I was a lad I wanted to be just like my mother. I know, I know it's quite silly seeing as I myself am a man, but she was the only family I knew back then. I really didn't know much at all. Of course no one has ever known very much on the grand scale, but we do try our best, I suppose.
Oh dear! Am I babbling off-topic again? I apologize, I really do! You see, I seldom get to talk to people so when I do my speech seems to wander. I really am terrible with that sort of thing... But I'm not talking to people, I am talking to me. Ah, we
A Wind Story CH1 -- ElazrathChapter 1 Recollections of the past
Will you give me a hand over here?
Yuritu sat, leaning forward on the dusty dry earth, hanging his head over his knees gazing down the steep canyon below. He watched as the great blue waters of the river at the canyons base swirl and raged in unending torrents of fury. His golden blond hair hung past his face, obscuring most of his range of vision; and as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at his approaching sister its golden lengths sifted past his thin features.
Come on Yuritu! His sister beckoned. They will be here soon! I want to be ready when they arrive! So stop staring at that river and come help me! Despite her frustr
Dragon Light -- XaxonaSix days ago, the act of Murder single-handedly turned the people of Endola to panic and despair. Although Endola was a peaceful world as a whole, the act of murder was not uncommon and was considered a heinous crime. Had the victim been anyone but a High Priestess, more specifically L`Luen of the West, the people of Endola might not have cared much. L`Luen's life aided in maintaining the world's energy balance and without the Great Oracle, Endola would surely sink into a chaotic imbalance and then substantially weaken.
It was unclear exactly who the wretched killer was, but rumors spoke of a dark creature with bladed fingers and searing, gold eyes. The murderer had savagely skewered the Oracle through her heart after tearing through several of her personal Nursemaids. As always, there were two Dragon Warriors guarding the entrance to the Oracle's Temple, where High Priestess L`Luen resided, but they were seemingly no match for the evil force that blew through the temple with its viole
A wind story -- ElazrathDo you know why youre here? A young females voice broke the silence of the still air.
No. The defiant voice of a man replied. He knelt clutching an injury on his chest tightly with an arm bound in ragged, bloody bandages. Tell me what I am doing here.
It seems I gave you too much credit assuming you would know why you are so important. The female replied harshly. She let down a slender hand and caressed the mans rough face. It is because this world is on the brink of destruction that you are here. This land you call home is torn to pieces. A feint glimmer of a smile reached across her lips. Your family
You leave my family out of this! The man shouted, startling the woman. You dont think I know this land is in peril? This war has torn my family in tw
Chapter 1 -- transparent-colorChapter One
The light of the full moon reflected in the water, as a girl meandered along, following the creek. Her mind was streaming with ideas and thoughts; she was in such disbelief of what had just happened. She knew the farmer would be in a horrid state when he found out she was missing. She tossed the thought aside and kept walking. She didnt know where she was going, but knew anywhere was better than her old home with the farmer.
Sydney could definitely say her life was not a picnic in the park. There was only a handful of her kind left. Humans just werent popular to come by anymore, and anyone who did see one snatched them up like there was no tomorrow. This world was falling apart. Everyone was turning on each other, no matter who it was: best friends to a complete stranger. No one could be trusted.
WWC 2 - ItamiAssassianEven after only a few hundred years, which in the grand scheme of time is less than a second, the gods Seyd and Asher realized that eternity was a very, very long time. But for those hundred years, and more than a thousand years, they chose to be content with each other's company. However, eventually, even Asher who was very laid back and what one may even call lazy began to become restless.
"Seyd?" Asher flicked his long, forked tongue in Seyd's ear. The two had been lounging in one of Asher's many rooms, all of which he had stuffed with pillows of multiple size and shape. Their two tails, for both had taken on the form of a naga, were intertwined and until that moment Asher's head had found refuge on Seyd's chest.
"Mmm... Asher quit it." Mumbled Seyd, half-heartedly pushing Asher's head away. It was seldom that he was as tired a
WWC 1 - ItamiAssassianHe reached out and tried to grab Seyd's hand as he slipped farther and farther down the cliff, "Seyd!"
The silver-haired man tried to scramble up the cliff, but it was obvious he wouldn't make it. He eventually found a hold and stayed there, "Asher," His silver eyes gazed into the other's copper ones, "Don't worry, you'll find me again."
"You'll find me, Asher." He let go.
Asher stood at the edge of the great dessert land of Soriki, ruled by the scorpion lord Soren. He observed the miles and miles of sand. "Seyd... Please be here."
At the beginning of time, the great mother earth and father time gave up all of their life
Sunshine and Rain -- bekkiaChapter One: Dust and Ruins
Harsh rays of the brilliant noon-day sun beat down upon the decaying relics of a once great civilization. Shining waves of heat radiated up from the parched asphalt, making the whole scene seem like a mirage. The stench of melting tar seeped up from the black surface of the pavement that stretched through the wasteland.
Traveling down this forgotten road, full of cracks and overgrown with weeds, was a girl whose long auburn hair was woven into two braids that draped down her chest. She held in her hand, wadded into a ball, a jacket that matched her pants: blue and green with white piping along the seams. On its shoulder, an insignia with the letters T.E.S.A. superimposed over a globe.
It was too hot, but then again, she had never been anywhere on Earth but New York City. Even her plain
Trickery -- HaisoThe security guard watched as the last of the guests left the museum. As he watched, he saw a woman with dark brown hair running toward the exit. Her hair flowed elegantly behind her as she ran. She slid across the floor, and tumbled, falling before him.
He reached down to help her up, and she used him to stand. He looked in her eyes, a dark auburn, much like her hair. She stood slightly shorter than him, perhaps five foot seven.
"Thank you,' she whispered the words.
She walked toward the door, and out of his sight.
He watched the rest of the visitors then made his nightly rounds through the museum. As he neared the end of his search, an alarm rang throughout the building. He checked the alarm system on the wall. It was coming from the art gallery.
He ran across the entire museum