Beaitiful cover was done by @bleedblueblithe Far off in a distant galaxy, a planet with two sides is dying. One from radiation, the other from a murderous kingdom of blood thirsty, torture loving people named, the Anex. An adolescent boy was walking through a rather narrow and dark hallway. It was made of stone as most of the buildings here in Dautan. This hallway ended in a spiral staircase, going deep into the earth. The boy's name was Ignis Rath of Anex, and he had just murdered his mother. Azlan clutched his spear tightly in his sweaty hand as he felt a shift in the wind. He walked low to the ground, keeping as quiet as possible and looking all around all the time. " I could get killed tonight..." "Father?" Ranako whispered, he was crying freely, hot, wet tears stained his face with red streaks as he looked up at the man behind the kind mask. The man he called father and loved as one, was gone, was perhaps never there. Glaring at the truth, it may have been easier to look at the sun. There was a silence in the air that should never exist. Penetrating into Blitz's mind to allow the moving and whistling of air molecules to sound like a train running by with all the speed and power of a thousand decibels. The sound of silence is never silent because such a thing does not exist Blitz reasoned. Neither does the option to live as the dark man sliced off Roven's head with a sudden, sharp scream in the snowy, ignorance of the white winter day. Four boys. Two Continents about to perish. One world on the verge of death.

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Since I love drawing SO FREAKING MUCH!!! I decided to make a Book of Art! YAY! CELEBRATE! *crickets* Okay... Well, I hope you guys like it ;-) Yours truly, Becs P.S. There is some PG-13 content here. You have been warned...

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"They put us in a box with a label because they felt that , that was where we belonged, where I belonged. Just because we went through different things and look a certain way. They stereotyped us, to the extent that we forgot who we are. We believed them , so much so that we became them." -------------------------------------- He was idolized. She was broken. They thought he was bad news. They ignored her pain, she ignored her pain. No one ever spoke of it. ______________________ Nothing is ever picture perfect, no one is ever fine, we paint over the pain , to make things seem perfect , to make them not as they seem. Maybe the badboy was never bad or had a hard life. And maybe the good girl was more damaged than anybody could ever imagine. So the badboy might teach the good girl how to trust, how to live and maybe he be show how brutal reality is.But hey, nothing is ever as it seems, because we all seem to have expectations of how things should be.

• Highest Rank #2 in supervillain • "Do you trust me?" he asked, still staring at the gray door. "Of course not," I said, as if the idea were absurd. A ghost of a smile crept at the corner of his mouth. His hand latched onto my arm. Panic started to pool out of my nerves. I glanced back and forth between his gloved hand and the concealing hood upon his head. Curiosity never hit me so deeply than it did at that moment, as I wondered who was under the hood. Who it was that I was supposed to trust. "Who are you?" I timidly reached my free hand up to his head, fingers tingling all the while. He didn't try to stop me. There was a brief second when excitement exploded inside me, propelling my hand all the more quicker, millimeters away from touching the black cloth. Ghost grabbed my hand mid-air, his reflexes acting lightning-fast. I started. Drums began to pound in my ears. My heartbeat rose about ten notches. He had his entire hand wrapped around my wrist, and he slowly eased it down until it was parallel with my body. "A villain can choose to reveal his identity, but not knowing is the beauty of mystery," Ghost said lowly, his right hand coming up to push back a loose strand of hair from my face. "Now close your eyes." Reluctantly I shut my eyes, but not because he had commanded the action. It was more out of fear of what was going to happen next.