One does not strive to be the monsters they create. One does not want to be what they were made to be. You don't want to live the life that was chiseled in stone for you. Yet we all live these predetermined lives. Our surroundings shape us, weather us away like the river does to stone. Our lives make our legacy for u...
♥ Astrid ♥ Gunshots. Karate moves. Flipping through languages so fast that my brain struggled to catch up. These had been as familiar to me in the six years I had been in training as a school bell or sound of a teacher's voice might be to anyone else. At sixteen, I had seen more death than I cared to talk about. But...
We all have irrational fears. Things we know are impossible, things that simply couldn't happen. At least that's what we tell ourselves. After all, nothing is impossible. Even things we wish were. Mira's learning new things about herself, and it seems other people are too. What will Mira do when she learns that th...
My name is Jonathon DuPont, and these are my observations of the Helford Trials. These are for private record only.
*This is a sequel to Toy Soldiers* It didn't surprise me when I got caught by a third party while I was on the run. They tied me up and put a hood over my head; I lost my sense of direction somewhere along the way. When we reached our destination, it was very cold. They held me a hundred feet up above a sparkling blue...
On my first day of high school, they tested our abilities-they wanted to see who would outlast the others, and who would be outlasted. For hours and hours, we gave it all we had. When they came back into the room to give us our scores, we were put into two groups: the ones to be trained as infiltrative spies, and the...