Legion Of The Black: The Story Of The Wild Ones

Lost It All

A/n: this is so unedited btw. Enjoy!

Jinxx's POV

I was crouched in the sand, the hot sun beating down on my face and head. I was mulling over the picture The Prophet had drawn. It surely was The Ataraxia, just from the smile and the way her composure was. Sure I felt a certain envy for The Prophet and his lover. They could touch and share the dark, intimate pleasures of the night. It frustrated me that often times they had been kissing and hugging while my love, The Griever, was afraid to even touch me.

It wasn't exactly her fault either, see The Ataraxia could bring peoples hopes, dreams and happy thoughts, all with a simple hand on the cheek or any physical contact. While the Griever could do the exact opposite. Sadly with every touch she made on another person she brought up their worst fears and every hopeless thought they had, practically making herself and the person sad about everything.

••••VISION••••
Harley's POV
I looked around desperately in hopes to see my lover, The Mystic. I only knew him in my stories, and in Winters drawings. I ran over to different tents and looked in. When I came Across The Mystics I looked in and gasped quietly, only for him and who I assume The Prophet, to look over. I quickly move back into the darkness and hope that they don't come out here. But I just couldn't believe it....there he was. In front of me.

I just feel like I know him personal, not just because I write about him or seen drawings. But, I just feel like I have a deeper connection with him...I quickly ran to the abandoned church when I heard someone exit the tent.

The Mystic's POV
While talking to The Prophet we hear a gasp from outside the window. When we look over we see her...my lover that I could never touch...The Griever. I couldn't believe my eyes, "If she's here The Ataraxia must be here. Go find her," I told him and ran to the church where I knew she would be.

When I arrived I looked in the pews and saw her. Her beautiful Red And Black hair was glistening in the illuminating moon. I slowly walked over, "It's you...." was all I managed to say.

She jumped and turned around, getting up quickly. Her eyes widened when she saw me, "M-Mystic...." she spoke in her soft voice I loved. I knew she wouldn't remember me, the guys and I had a feeling that The Voice Of FEAR wiped their memories of us before sending them to that Wretched world.

"L-Look I know you don't remember me but just know I will find a way for you to stay with us here...it's where you belong. You don't belong in that world you call home and where no one understands you." I explained to her and she got a look of confusion, "h-how do you know that...." she says with uncertainty.

"You were born in this world and lived here with us Before something bad happened and you disappeared. Didn't you ever wonder why you felt out of place in that other world?" He asked her and she looked down at her shoes. I knew it was The Griever by the eyes, mask, hair and voice.

I walked to her, knowing she would be leaving in any second, I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her gently on the lips. She kissed back which gave me a sense of hope that she somewhat remembered me.

I slowly pulled away and she looked at me with a certain spark in her blue eyes, then she faded away, going back to that horrid world. Slowly, I walk back to my tent with a sigh.

The Prophets POV
I had did what Jinxx told me and went to go look for The Ataraxia, in hopes she was here as well. I had to see her again. I just had to. My first guess was that she would be at my tent, and just my luck she was. I quietly walked inside where she was looking at some of my books and drawings. Me being an idiot leaned into a desk and knocked all the shit over. She quickly turned around, stunned and shocked when she saw me.

"I-I.." She stuttered as she looked around for a way to escape but I was blocking the exit and entrance. "You're back..." I spoke quietly in my unusually deep voice. I noticed she stiffened slightly when she heard my voice, "how are you here?" I walked forwards to her slowly, "I...I don't know." She shook her head and sighed, "you must know how," I growled slightly, frustrated and mad because I missed her so much and here she was, but I knew this wouldn't last.

"I can't loose you again Winter," I told her only for her to look at me in shock, "how the hell do you know my name Prophet?" She backed up slowly, "well how do you know mine?" I replied back to her.

"Because my sister writes about you and I draw what she writes," she replied with her usual sassy tone that I had missed hearing. My eyebrow rose as I heard her say this. "That's not how you know me. Think Winter, think. Come on please..." I pleaded and walked to her, carefully taking her hand gently. I looked into her bright green eyes as she looked into my blue ones.

"Just think ok?" I tell her and kiss her gently. As soon as I pulled away she was gone, I never saw her reaction to the kiss or if she had a look of remembrance in her eyes.

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TOO BE CONTINUED....

A/N
So, what's gonna happen next guys? You found out who The Griever and Ataraxia were though it was probably obvious. You also know their abilities now! Yay! Will the girls remember the world of The Wild Ones?
Or will FEAR get the satisfaction of watching everyone crumble on their reign? Till next time...

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