His sword drips with blood, splatters of it on the palace floor. The messenger holding the sword is silent, his eyes turned downward. I can hear sobbing behind me, but I do not comprehend it. "Dead?" "Dead." A sob catches within my throat. No, it cannot be true. The servant lifts his eyes to view me. His face transforms, the eyes turning to a demonic obsidian. "Oh, but it is true, lovely... And there's no one to prevent your being mine..." His brilliant white teeth make his smile all the more evil. He steps toward me and touches his hand to my cheek. "I told you it would happen this way." Pushing him away, I spot a body, bloodied and bruised. I try to whisper his name but I cannot. I try to tear myself away but am unable to. It is him. And I did nothing to prevent it. Omens of our demise. Dreams that haunt and the fading light of candles for the dead and dying. Is this where fairytales start? Or where they end? Updated Regularly All rights reserved.

Lily was your average, nerdy 16 year old girl who went to school, had a minimal amount of friends and had a love for music. One day while doing her common practice of daydreaming a foreign army breaks into her school. The army rounds up all the students and as luck goes for Lily she gets singled out by the leader. Turns out she's not as average as she thought she was.

Ryder found about his ability when he was eight. Now, at fifteen years old, he's put them to good use-or so he thinks. But when more important, more powerful people start to go after him, will he be able to survive? Follow Ryder on his journey as he realizes that if you cannot be controlled, then you cannot be trusted. Then you are dangerous. ++++ "Memories of when I first found out about my powers flood my brain. When I wasn't in here. When I decided to use my powers for the good of people. But not everyone saw it that way. After all, not everyone likes a person who is uncontrollable."