He stood there waiting. He knew what was coming. This was the calm before the storm as the rain started to pour and the feeling of death loomed alone, but he stood for thousands! ALONE HE STOOD! YET THOUSANDS HE STOOD FOR! He walked forwards as the storm clouds grew furious at his defiance and let out a bellowing roar of thunder then a warning of lightning to try and weaken his soul yet he was not deterred and pushed on. Even now as the storm engulfed them and their fire extinguished they still pushed forward to find what was taken from them the truth of who they were. Finally, she arose from the storm, victorious yet she knew the fight would not be over, the fight will never be over. Till the sun's rays showed upon a kinder and more caring world, she knew she would have to fight till the day she died. Others have carved this path and now she shall help in making the path safer for everyone else who may walk it. With the thousands who stand here hand and hand to make the path a little more bright. THE FIGHT IS NOT OVER SO SHE, HE, AND THEY WILL NEVER WAVER!
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Art and short stories
FanfictionYeah, just some art land scape and sharp staby things mostly and short stories from other Fandoms as well as Original works I've made enjoy!
