Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

the human body is a blank canvas. it's up to the artists to decide what to paint on them. copyright © 2015 by eloquencx {#136 in poetry • 26 april 2015}

"Lead us to victory, Marked One." The Queen of the Grey Kingdom bore a Violet, one so unblemished the Witch of Eeras' own power flared to life uncontrollably. Upon further inspection, it was found that the boy, Rhedall, was the prophecized Marked Violet, whose arrival warns of a forthcoming war. Separated from his family and believing himself an orphan, Rhedall dwells with the Witch, training his powers for the day he will fulfill the ancient prophecy and lead the Four Kingdoms to war -to their victory or to their fall. Rhea was born into a life of perpetual solitude. Her parents were marred by the events that took place the night of her birth. They could not look at her without seeing the ghost of their son, her twin, that had been wrenched away from their grasp. Rhea was left to fend for herself in this unforgiving world, growing bitter by day. No one cared enough to be there to stop her from tumbling into the dark chasm of hatred. With the threats of an imminent war, the Four Kingdoms will converge, and the twins will inevitably meet their other half. Will they be on opposing sides?

small but big things. copyright © 2015 by eloquencx #187 in short stories - 05.04.15