Chapter One
Dark Lord Fallen
In a dark pub in Germany sat a middle-aged man wearing strange robes and a pointed hat. He stared listlessly into the glass of mead sitting in front of him.
Another man, wearing the same strange garb, entered the pub. He scanned the people inside for a moment, then strode over and joined the first man. When he didn’t look up from his glass of mead, the impatient секунда man rapped his knuckles against the table.
“Nikolas,” he said. “What have Ты heard from our Lord Druidrick tonight?”
Nikolas tore his gaze from the glass of mead and looked into the секунда man’s face. “Nothing Fredrick,” he answered.
He hesitated momentarily, as if holding something back and Fredrick’s eyes narrowed. “What is it, Nikolas?”
“I--I don’t know,” сказал(-а) Nikolas. “I have this feeling that something terrible has happened.”
“You and your feelings,” scoffed Fredrick. “What terrible thing could happen on this night, of all nights? Soon our lord’s greatest enemies shall be dead and we will be free to take over the world.”
Nikolas hesitated again. “I don’t know,” he сказал(-а) uncertainly, “the Austyns are his greatest enemies for a reason, Fredrick. There is a chance, however slim, that this plan might not work. And what would we do if Lord Druidrick dies? Where would we be without him?”
Fredrick smirked for a moment. “You’ll find out when the time comes.”
Later that night, a small, battered-looking group of wizards entered the pub and joined the таблица of Fredrick and Nikolas.
One wizard with short frizzy gray hair sat down at the head of the таблица with a grave expression on his face. “The Austyns have killed Lord Druidrick,” he announced sorrowfully.
Only Nikolas reacted at that statement. He gasped and fell off his chair.
The rest of them ignored him. “Lord Druidrick killed Arlene Austyn,” сказал(-а) the grey haired wizard, “but Baird Austyn killed him. I killed Baird Austyn as revenge.”
“What does it matter?” asked one wizard with a missing eye. “Without Lord Druidrick we are doomed.”
“Percevil, may I speak?” сказал(-а) Fredrick to the wizard at the head of the table.
“Proceed Fredrick,” сказал(-а) Percevil.
“Lord Druidrick has let me in on his plans in case of the unlikely event of his death. He has entrusted me to set a curse on a baby, sealing his powers and his dormant soul in the baby’s body. Then, we prepare a suitable host for his soul after it matures inside his temporary host.”
“Such a spell exists?” сказал(-а) Nikolas, eyes wide with surprise.
Percevil looked thoughtful. “The soul would take time to mature. At least ten years. After that much time, to take the soul out of the child’s body would kill the child. We must choose our host carefully.”
“And quickly,” added Fredrick. “The spell Lord Druidrick cast on himself will only allow his soul to remain in limbo for one день before it must Переместить on.”
They were all silent for a moment, thinking. Then Nikolas looked up, excitement sparking in his eyes. “The Austyns had a child,” was all he said.
Dark Lord Fallen
In a dark pub in Germany sat a middle-aged man wearing strange robes and a pointed hat. He stared listlessly into the glass of mead sitting in front of him.
Another man, wearing the same strange garb, entered the pub. He scanned the people inside for a moment, then strode over and joined the first man. When he didn’t look up from his glass of mead, the impatient секунда man rapped his knuckles against the table.
“Nikolas,” he said. “What have Ты heard from our Lord Druidrick tonight?”
Nikolas tore his gaze from the glass of mead and looked into the секунда man’s face. “Nothing Fredrick,” he answered.
He hesitated momentarily, as if holding something back and Fredrick’s eyes narrowed. “What is it, Nikolas?”
“I--I don’t know,” сказал(-а) Nikolas. “I have this feeling that something terrible has happened.”
“You and your feelings,” scoffed Fredrick. “What terrible thing could happen on this night, of all nights? Soon our lord’s greatest enemies shall be dead and we will be free to take over the world.”
Nikolas hesitated again. “I don’t know,” he сказал(-а) uncertainly, “the Austyns are his greatest enemies for a reason, Fredrick. There is a chance, however slim, that this plan might not work. And what would we do if Lord Druidrick dies? Where would we be without him?”
Fredrick smirked for a moment. “You’ll find out when the time comes.”
Later that night, a small, battered-looking group of wizards entered the pub and joined the таблица of Fredrick and Nikolas.
One wizard with short frizzy gray hair sat down at the head of the таблица with a grave expression on his face. “The Austyns have killed Lord Druidrick,” he announced sorrowfully.
Only Nikolas reacted at that statement. He gasped and fell off his chair.
The rest of them ignored him. “Lord Druidrick killed Arlene Austyn,” сказал(-а) the grey haired wizard, “but Baird Austyn killed him. I killed Baird Austyn as revenge.”
“What does it matter?” asked one wizard with a missing eye. “Without Lord Druidrick we are doomed.”
“Percevil, may I speak?” сказал(-а) Fredrick to the wizard at the head of the table.
“Proceed Fredrick,” сказал(-а) Percevil.
“Lord Druidrick has let me in on his plans in case of the unlikely event of his death. He has entrusted me to set a curse on a baby, sealing his powers and his dormant soul in the baby’s body. Then, we prepare a suitable host for his soul after it matures inside his temporary host.”
“Such a spell exists?” сказал(-а) Nikolas, eyes wide with surprise.
Percevil looked thoughtful. “The soul would take time to mature. At least ten years. After that much time, to take the soul out of the child’s body would kill the child. We must choose our host carefully.”
“And quickly,” added Fredrick. “The spell Lord Druidrick cast on himself will only allow his soul to remain in limbo for one день before it must Переместить on.”
They were all silent for a moment, thinking. Then Nikolas looked up, excitement sparking in his eyes. “The Austyns had a child,” was all he said.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are Ангелы who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to Переместить on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before Ты can say “Thank you” или “I Любовь you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They Kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are Ангелы who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to Переместить on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before Ты can say “Thank you” или “I Любовь you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They Kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
Друзья Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Друзья don't back stab you.
Друзья don't talk behind your back или be pissed off at Ты when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Друзья for never.
When we need to go back to being Друзья FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Друзья don't back stab you.
Друзья don't talk behind your back или be pissed off at Ты when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Друзья for never.
When we need to go back to being Друзья FOREVER!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The Название comes from the Описание a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Любовь to hear what Ты like или hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The Название comes from the Описание a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Любовь to hear what Ты like или hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl