There is a sector on the Ark called Hogwarts. That is the reason because all of the magical world lives there. One hundred children and one adult. That became the case in a mass floating war. The Council decided ,after the mass of innocence and gui...
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Murphy's form. Graveyard
During that night, two bodies joined the grave. Wells-murdered Will shielded Apollo and Harry from deadly arrows of the grounders causing him to take his final breath Adam-nature kills
A graveyard is build with a sorrowful heart loaning in camp, The rage is silent but clear, A lie can make people go mad like a Hatter, There was already three bodies there sleeping forever more, Another body joins, Unlike the others, This one was murdered, So precious life taken but Death silently takes him away, Through this grave a society begins building itself to a strength the Earth has never seen, Yet maybe small but the system puts the great Romans to shame, The Phoenix rises from her first lover's grave.
"Poetry, huh. Clears your mind writing it here?", Apollo says obviously her entire body screaming in pain just standing where they are now. The graveyard. That holds the weakest sector of the wall. Not many like coming here to maintain the wall so it is weak. Besides the memories are painful. "Apollo head back to the entrance you are going to get yourself injured here.", Harry says closing his book with his ink-flow bookmarking his place. Apollo may have the love of making things and healing but Harry has the love of the arts, writing, having fun, with a small secret love of divination and cooking. Apollo will never know what he does with his crystal ball. Both twins have a love private from the other on the subject. Harry normally writes here. Writing on the back on each grave stone. Writing little stories of the people who lay there. Well except for Will. Will will get the writings that he deserved to be actually remembered by. Harry wrote this on Will's grave just to let him know that Clarke did indeed at a point loved him but after what happened with her supposed father and mother it slowly wilted away. It was small but it was sentiment. "You wrote the smallest bit of here. Elvina-kur the people of the enchanted. And mom. Well Clarke the Phoenix. Will would have liked that. You even wrote his real name Will! Most people know his name by Wells the son of the Chancellor. Few people besides us knew the boy behind that mask. Please Harry. Write on his headstone so that boy we know isn't forgotten.", Apollo says smiling softly before leaving just as Harry told her to. The pain instantly left her but she was very tired so she heads home. Harry silently heads to large weak wall to the outside world. Hedwig silently watching him as he draws on it with all the paints and brushes he has. He craves in runes to protected the love ones. He draws flowers, a hour glasses, a skull, greenery and a simple quote that brings tears.
"Every soul that rests here should be remember for they were people who can love, care and brought happy memories to their loved ones. For they oh so definitely have committed themselves to the peaceful deep."
After that he paints everyone is a ghostly image with soft smiles. The Phoenix in the middle but not as Clarke a Phoenix bird of gold and flames. Clarke walks into the graveyard with tears. "It's beautiful Harry.", Clarke says softly. Harry stares at his paints with longing. "I used all my paints but this memorial piece was worth it.", he says softly drying the wall as the runes glow a soft sliver. "I'll make you some paints and brushes. Also I'll find you more art supplies but I need a favor.", Clarke says softly. Harry stares at her smiling, "What mom?",he asks still smiling. "Everyone tomorrow is going to turn the drop ship into a real Kommers place . The upstairs is going to be turned into a hospital and military base with a small part of the downstairs. I was hoping you might with me paint a piece of artwork on the entrances and the Hall of Elvina.", Clarke says swiftly with a small smile as Harry's grew ten times bigger as he screamed yes a thousand sand one times. Clarke smiles softly disappears as she stares at Will's grave. She heads over and placing a flower covered in soft light Phoenix tears. As a gift of thanks. Thanks for protecting my hatchlings in your final hour. Harry smiles softly as they exit together letting Will and Wells finally rest.
