Alluto_V

Hey, I'm not dead! I have been very busy with my personal life. I started getting back into old book series I used to adore and still do! I reopened an old Fanfic idea and took to it! Here's a sneak peak of my new book coming soon from the Series 'Red Queen' from Victoria Aveyard and my book 'Golden Crown'
          	
          	
          	"Blue lights flash to life, bathing the arena floor in a ghostly glow, signaling the end of the match. Silver healers run across the sand, rushing to the fallen Cantos. Silvers aren't supposed to die here. Silvers are supposed to fight bravely, to flaunt their skills, to put on a good show – but not die. After all, they aren't Reds.
          	
          	Officers move faster than I've ever seen before. A few are swifts, rushing to and fro in a blur as they herd us out. They don't want us around if Cantos dies on the sand. I can feel Eos guide me away but not before I get one more look on Samson as he strides away from the arena like a titan. His gazes falls on Cantos's body, and I expect him to look apologetic. Instead, his face is blank, emotionless, and so cold. The match was nothing to him. We are nothing to him.
          	
          	In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that.
          	
          	The gods rule us still. They have sent messengers from the stars above. And they are no longer kind. "

Alluto_V

Hey, I'm not dead! I have been very busy with my personal life. I started getting back into old book series I used to adore and still do! I reopened an old Fanfic idea and took to it! Here's a sneak peak of my new book coming soon from the Series 'Red Queen' from Victoria Aveyard and my book 'Golden Crown'
          
          
          "Blue lights flash to life, bathing the arena floor in a ghostly glow, signaling the end of the match. Silver healers run across the sand, rushing to the fallen Cantos. Silvers aren't supposed to die here. Silvers are supposed to fight bravely, to flaunt their skills, to put on a good show – but not die. After all, they aren't Reds.
          
          Officers move faster than I've ever seen before. A few are swifts, rushing to and fro in a blur as they herd us out. They don't want us around if Cantos dies on the sand. I can feel Eos guide me away but not before I get one more look on Samson as he strides away from the arena like a titan. His gazes falls on Cantos's body, and I expect him to look apologetic. Instead, his face is blank, emotionless, and so cold. The match was nothing to him. We are nothing to him.
          
          In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that.
          
          The gods rule us still. They have sent messengers from the stars above. And they are no longer kind. "