The world is full of misgivings, the facades that people so perfectly portray marking their eminent end; not of body, mind you, but of spirit and identity. At what point does one lose track of the masks they conceal themselves with? A change of name, constant relocation to forlorn and rural lands; does it not all exhi...
"Hakasen Academy..." I murmured softly, reading the yellow and partially tattered paper that rested in my hands. Andalo grinned and patted my back, causing me to wince slightly. That boy really needed to learn how to control his strength. "Looks like you'll be the most sucessful out of all of us once you graduate." H...