I will make them live! Even if it takes a decade! XD
I already have a lot of Shore of the Dead done.. bwaha, I'll get those up. ^^


Nameless as of now...Remmala Deshu crept slowly from under the cover of the stairs. She had thought it to be a safe place until the alarms finally went off and soldiers went running and screaming down the marble halls of the castle. Her thoughts had begun to stray to those of hope and joy that nothing of the premonition that had been given would come to happen. The loud bells that chimed from the western tower sent a nauseous chill down her spine. It did worse to the city; all of LengSara was in a total panic. None of them had believed that it would happen. Not even the king, but that was of no surprise. He was intent and keeping the capital clean of the SoNameless as of now...


Star Ocean III: The Strong.. 1The dragons loud snoring blocked the noise of the bubbling lava. If Crosell was silent all you could hear was the popping and scorching of the fiery pits. The heat would grow unbearable, sweat dripping down your face and refusing to stop. Its definitely not a pleasant feeling, especially if all you did was walk through the door of the Barr Ruins and start mindless complaining about how hot it is. How weak and pathetic. Its a nuisance but you learn to deal with fire. Fire is just another element of life bent on destruction. Old philosophers say water is cleansing, but how come people drown and floods roll over the lands? EverStar Ocean III: The Strong.. 1


Shore of the Dead: CH.2, Pt. 1Everything was gone in those moments. He could feel the very heart of himself, his demonic soul, being torn from his body, played with, toyed with, tested among the magic that surrounded him. But, even with his soul gone, his body was intact, his conscious still there; all he could see was green lights mixed with white and gold surrounding him, whispering, calling out to him. The last thing Merrin remembered was the fear in his heart as the undead daemon threw itself along with Merrin into the portal, his intentions still unclear and ruthless to the living magic about him. The magic was pondering on his lust and hope, torn between wanting toShore of the Dead: CH.2, Pt. 1


The Seventh Candle: Chapter 3The drive seemed to last forever. At least, for Jeane. As he drove, listening to Brady's quick and easy directions, he couldn't help but wonder. Like, where she was taking him. He still guessed death, only because Brady was so unpredictable. Like now, as she said nothing, looking completely passive and just... patient. Jeane was anything but patient. He hated having to sit in those desks at school, where the teachers talked on and on forever. he would've loved, more than anything, to just leave and blast the music. He had already tried to boost the beats with Brady in the car, to help the anticipation and curiosity pass as he drove through thThe Seventh Candle: Chapter 3


Jaded Ties -+- AftermathTime slowed. The moment quickly became an eternity. The lonesome bullet split the air as it barreled through. Charging into unknown territory, it found the intended target. Skin fled its presence as it slowly approached, revealing a thin wall of bone. The protective impediment instantly shattered in reason of the projectiles momentum, unearthing an entrance. An exit opened soon after. Blood paraded in following as if to celebrate the killers escape into the boundless sand. The former owner fell forward, an amazed look on his face. He seemed surprised that this inexperienced fighter could kill him. The sandJaded Ties -+- Aftermath


Jaded Ties -+- Invitation The pen twirled across the lined paper. Gliding smoothly between blue lines, leaving a thin, black trail. A curve here, a curve there, a line, another. Break. The utensil seemed to enjoy itself as it depicted a life in ancient Rome, however; its wielder was frowning intensely. A quiet grumble escaped the sophomores lips as he lifted the pen before setting it down on the tan desk. He was more than happy to pass the paper off to his partner. You really dont like History do you, Jeremey? The blonde girl asked, giggling as she teased him. WJaded Ties -+- Invitation
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"If We Were Normal, Then We'd Be Boring."
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Lyk, omg, a signature! : O!
[M~U~S~E]
And I didn't know you had a DA! Love the story so far too!
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Lyk, omg, a signature! : O!
[M~U~S~E]
it's me, niki. ;D
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I can't breath when you're reading this. Get it over with, please?
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