It was late spring when my mom decided to move me away from my friends and my school to some old town. We had just pulled up to my new house and I just stared at it. As we pulled up I thought to myself. "Uh this is my life now." I got out of the car and walked up to the front porch. I slowly opened the door and stared at the living room. "Go on honey, go look around." My mom said. I walked up the stairs to go find the room that I wanted. I picked the one in the the right at the end of the hallway. I walked into the room and looked around. I wasn't to happy about moving but my mom thought it was best to get a new start. Since my dad left me and my mom it's been hard on her. After picking my room I walked down stairs to get some of my stuff to unpack. I didn't see my mom so I went outside to look for her. "Mom, mom. Where are you?" I yelled No one answered. I started to get scared. I stood there for a moment and all of a sudden I heard a scream. "Mom are you okay? Mom please answer me

Whisper's: I can hear the whispers of the wind, Howling of the wolf. I try to follow the moon light to the river, but it's so dark I can't see, a, thing. But then, I see it. Its eyes glowing bright under the moon light, A Wolf, I kneel down to get a stick, But then, it speaks to me. Don't be afraid, I am a sign to guide, you, home "Don't be Afraid" He says to me

It's Autumn, your favorite season. The crisp smell of grass and coffee there's just something about that, you don't know what is you just love it. Turning your head to face the window, your glasses resting perfectly on your small nose, you sigh..'alone again' you think to yourself looking back down at your book and laptop. A few minutes had passed since you had ordered your coffee. You stand, adjusting your clothes as you push in the chair. Small talk is heard in this small café you had forgotten the name of. Strangely enough, the one thing your ears are fixed on are the frustrated groans coming from a table across from yours. Finally approaching the counter, you ask the barista about your drink, she hands it to you. Turing back around you make eye contact with the man making those sounds. Sitting back down, with drink in hand, taking a small drink you notice he's looking at you. Setting down the black coffee cup, you decide it's polite to flash him a small smile, in exchange he does the same. After a few more minutes, you hear footsteps approach, stopping infront of the table, looking you don't want to seem weird so you start at his feet. High tops with wings in the side and there silver..hm..odd, blue skinny jean..better not be no douchebag, white t-shirt and a green hoodie..'not bad of an outfit' you think to yourself. Now, this is where you know..his face. Square chin slightly stubbled, normal nose, his eyes..you can't forget his eyes..deep blue eyes nicely behind glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose, black hair that swoops down the the right, covering some of his forehead. He finally spoke with the hint of an accent from North Carolina, "Are you any good with computers? Oh and the names Link."

the story is about a organization that try and get ride of the evil in the world. most people can only master three skills that are needed to join, gunman, sword wilder, and mage. they have never met any human that can master all three so what will happen if one does?