Schemes from the Death World

Chapter 1 Zoning Through

Family connections and the things of something so disturbing that the Death World cannot conduct unless given with precision as though this is a scheming test before the dawning of the timeless classification forwarding the death's that are thwarting the thrones in the zones as defined between our given defenses as this is a note inclined showing our resemblance from something so connective that all parties from each side are deciding these things for such a night so given that our light can now see its faces.

"Keeping the chambers was a good idea," says the guard of something so reflective that we can endure the end without such tiresome things wearing in the ways of things. Between the chambers and the forests it was the chambers that needed its reserving spots in dire need of something so bombing that we cannot even re-write its histories unless  the historical ways are varying in its deleted circumstances as this is a dark show that shows its fires from the ground to the skies.

"Yeah, I know. It wasn't until the priest had shown me how the ropes of the chambers had worked that I needed its reserving thought so inclining that we can detail the zones. However, they were more off in its chains as higher than the priest than himself on its chained words that keeps the meaning as defined and regional from something so classifying that we know where the darkest spot sits. It was never the obvious reasons, the forest for one." Location's were so varying from place to place that we cannot even occur from its thorough darkest light that our deeming things won't ever decide its elusive things so derailed in its outrage against the chaotic things for the past lives as we can sense its crowns before they enter the rooms. Wherever they are, this vein like symptom is before they start the vessels as soon as the blood enters the cold enraptured room then they'll always see the scars that the symbols are hidden inside there skin. The wrists are always easily shown, as they are regarded as something so apparent in our society that this cannot even seer its way into the regions that the only place left is the forest. "Most likely, this center point. They won't ever see the enemies until the crowns come through. The zones are highly inspected at each location. The forests are designed properly, they were struggling for the crowns this morning." I can tell he was sensing something deep and dark. 

"They're usually far from the trees. Until they reappear inside the designated place. Two of the crowns are pushing up behind the crystal lakes and then they're here near us, somewhere." He sounds so sure, but I can tell there is something off. I compared the powers of something so intense that we can tell it's so easy to record the signs the symptoms of something derailed that the rain won't wash away this. "The trees are quivering rather badly," I can tell that they were talking. The Crowns. There wrists from afar so bright in its formal range of deep dark colors that no matter there skin tone it was now going to get something so indifferent, that the three of them so light in there gazing fears as this has to assure our pieces that has mine dark throne connected with one of them. The two darker toned skin males are always scheming for the darkest attempts at something more tragic. 

There was someone off handed, but readily recognizable. Besides they wish for something so vital that we can sense our things so badly that we can scheme beneath the world until the world gets out of its shaded skin. This world, that we are in is nothing like the Death World. We have too see the birds before the wrists are registered. This is for The Crowns only. Besides the smiling shades the birds usually are timed unless something tragic happens. Then, we have to re-schedule everything until two or three weeks goes back to the regular routine. Before the week of the second, this time it was tragic after tragic. These things as blessed they seemed, it was not. The clouds are now fine in there graying matter that they were designed for its storm before it even hit. 

"I didn't know that was you're bird." I can tell in a quiet hushed voice that they were trying to come off as something so righteous that selfish things were getting out of its way into the realization that our dancing stars can bend behind the shadows. The bird, the bird... it was her bird. The one with its magical power that can ghost away anything, bend any deep dark magic. These zones so infested that we cannot enter its presence. But..."We have seen this bird, more than once. Why have you been hiding this bird from us? I must know who you are, right now!" The rest of The Crowns look at him. The one with the bird, the bird nonsense. Sure, this is magic beyond us. But, there is a sensible reason behind all of this. Besides the final thing beneath our feet it was the center that the forest wasn't compelling her words in the truth of it all. "Okay, so... so I have a bird. The bird, a bird that is sentenced for something else? It's not represented as Death?" Veil was stuttering but this was the least of there problems. The worries that is now structuring through the weary ways of the waters as though this is a rain storm that can figure its solution for something so intense at the schoolbook of things that has us hidden. 

Inside the forest lays the birds, but hers was being surrounded by darkness now. Once this bird has been touched by this brutal force of darkness it won't force itself away out of the weary sides of the ocean's, the moon.