A/N: 9th installment, right now I'm contemplating putting in a Time Skip to add a bit more time fame. At the time I wrote this ol' Chester was still around, I'm hard core Linkin Park Fan, Linkin Park Won't ever be the same. RIP Chester... Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple, sometimes goodbye's the only way...
This is the place where the kidnapping happened right here in my mind. A normal orange room, who am I kidding Neon Orange rooms are not normal, in adults houses, well not in my clan anyway, the greys and blues and whites and blacks all over. She had an unhealthy obsession with Orange. My thought of my Nicole, hurt so much. It makes me cry myself too sleep at night. She was always there for me, and I for her. But the time she needed me most, wasn't there for her. She is my light, my motivation. I need her, I'll literally die if she dies. All I can see in this world are two things, salvagers and civilised pretend for grown ups, such as myself. I see what I see and other people don't, I don't know why. Releasing the panic is everyone's favourite pastime, I don't know why. This world that I live in is full of panic style users. I know though that that's why I never fitted in with their way of thinking. That's why I as never a perfect solider, only fighting when I was attacked. The truth of the situation was slowly being corroded. The good times and the bad end up stained on the rocks and you dead on the shore of sanity. If insanity is something undesirable then why do they force down insanity down our throats. I woke up and saw what was going on, my little sister was sitting there snoring up a storm. Keluta was shaking her like crazy, with the panic in his eyes. All I do when this happens is get the smell of food in her face. It took a couple of seconds for the smell of the stew to hit her nose. She shot up hit Ketula's lips on hers without realising. Poor Ketula was sitting there wide eyed. I'm not sure which shocked him more, she shot up so fast after him shaking her for probably a half hour, or her kissing his lips as soon as she got up. Probably a bit of both, I'm not sure. Her eyes widened when she realised what she had done, she started blushing sooo hard and if not for the food I'm sure she would have fallen under again. "Come her you lovebirds, get some food before I finish it all." The fell over each other, Cammilla ended up with a very sore, maybe even dislocated knee. "Keluta, carry her over here and when we continue keep her on your back, we don't want her further hurting herself." With that we finished breakfast.
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We are walking towards the Vulture country when I heard a singing voice that belonged to neither of us. Not me nor my sister can sing like this. Like water babbling over a brook, then being struck by Thunder and lightning all the while the brook keeps going.
I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes goodbye's the only way
And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
In cards and flowers on your window
Your friends all plead for you to stay
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple
Sometimes goodbye's the only way
And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
"Wow, amazing, what song was that. I think we could sing it together hubby." Cammilla said. Her eyes widened when she heard what she said. If only there was something that worked as a speed painter. You point, and push a lever and it paints. That's a bit far fetched. I saw Cammilla nearly melt into Ketula's back, like melted Chesse and Toasted Bread. Made for each other. She Gave him a Peck on the side of his neck. And then promptly fell asleep on his back.
A/N: My Romantic side was really running wild there.
May the LIGHTNING favour you and the THUNDER CLOUD everybody's vision
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A Shattered Sword (Incomplete)
AdventureThis is the story of a wolf... a wolf with emotions... the wolf-fang and his sister running around trying to find his wife... Rated Mature for deep philosophical underpinnings and themes of insanity.
