Xxdragonsoulsxx Stories

Her father was crazy, mad! He turned people, real, living, breathing, people into dolls for experiment. He had killed his wife and made his assistant, Maria, lie to Aya saying it was illness. She lived there for years under the hand of a mad man. When she and Maria managed to get away, barely escaping with their lives, Dio chose to burn the mansion down. It would lift the curse; destroy all trace of mad father's existence. Dio knew for a fact once the curse was lifted he and the other dolls would be nothing but simple lifeless shells. 'I thought the curse was lifted. Once the mansion burned down... I should be dead... Is he still there? Did he not die?' These are thoughts that run through Dio's mind daily. It's been years since that day. Aya would be about Dio'd age now. He often wonders what happened to both her and Maria. A new mansion was built in the place of the old one, which no one resigns in, or so the public thinks. The "dolls" that were not killed in the fire still roam the deserted halls. When one day Aya returns, Dio is afraid. If her father was not dead, she was in danger, but if he had been killed in the fire and the curse was not lifted then Aya may be going mad herself.

16 year old Miracle has always been... Soft spoken as some may say. She is mute and has never ventured outside her home town or away from her parents. She's jumped at the chance to go in a fall trip to a campsite for 2 weeks. While there she meets a counselor, Trenton, who is one of her first friends well- ever. Miracle will go through physical and mental challenges to hold on to her first chance at a normal life and her first chance at romance.

Five years. That's how long it lasted. I was very young at the start of World War 3. Although the name seemed appropriate at the time, I don't believe it is one that should be put in History books as we are no longer a world, but a shit hole. A shit hole under serving of a name or even a spot in this universe. Yet we are still here. Five years. It was longer than the First World War and shorter than the second. With those statistics, don't you think the damages should have reflected in those numbers? Maybe not... It's dark. So very, very dark. The war was not what most would think it would be. It was not over a nuclear attack, or a democracy. Or, maybe it was. To be perfectly honest, I don't remember. So I leave that up to your imagination. Of course, while this does play a large part it isn't my story. My story, unlike many before it, starts at the end and ends at the start. Allow me to explain...