Here you go, this is what I've been up to... writing stories and everything. I'm making a website, which the link is on my profile and I'll UD stuff on there so yeah... Sorry for not Uding in a while... hope ya forgive me!

The Poem Of Death

Chapter 1:

To be absent from the body
Is to be present with the Lord
The dust returns to earth
The spirit returns to God Who gave it

I was running laps again, like every morning of training. Dimitri was inside with a stop watch and he was recording my time.

I started feeling tired and weak and I had a huge headache that wouldn't leave and then my vision got blurry and I tripped. I rolled over onto my back and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I wasn't sure if it was from a different reason or if I was just short of breath from the run.

It's been like this for two months now and I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure what's going on with me.

"Rose?" I heard Adrian's voice call to me. "What are you doing on the ground? I thought you were supposed to be running laps or something. Whatever Guardian Beli-" Adrian cut himself off from me.

I think Adrian was in front of me but I couldn't tell because all I could see was this blurr and I seen a bit of green. It could have been his eyes but I wasn't sure because of the blurred vision.

I put my hand to my forehead and when I touched it my head hurt even more.

"Rose? What's wrong with your aura? What have you been doing?" he asked.

Suddenly my vision came back and I didn't feel so weak and I stood up. "Don't worry, everything's fine now," I said to him and kept jogging.

Adrian gave me a weird look and then walked off in the other direction. "Little Dhampir, take care," he said as he left.

I kept jogging but it was a slow pace and after I finished my laps I jogged back inside the gym like usual and seen Dimitri pacing.

"What's my time?" I asked, making myself sound normal.

"Not good Rose. Ten seconds off your best time," he said. "You should be improving but you've gotten worst."

"Sorry, I'm just tired. That's all," I said looking to the ground.

"Training's over," he said.

I walked out of the gym and went back to my dorm and had a shower and I started getting tired again and weak and my vision blurred and I went to get out of the shower.

I opened the glass door and went to step out but I slipped and fell my hand holding onto the black handle and then my body hit the floor. It hurt, a lot. I couldn't move though, it felt like I had no control of my body and I felt my hand slip from the handle as I fell into blackness.

The last thing that happened before I got engulfed in blackness was that my hand hit the black tiles and weakly and jelly-like and it made a funny cracking noise. I got swallowed in blackness after that.