Here's chapter three. -I have all of them created, I just have to post them. To answer a question (from one of the four kind reviewers to this fic), most of this fic is in poetry format, with two scenes written in story format. If this story gets a good enough response and readers are in favor, I'll turn the 'poems' into all one chapter, and slide a real story in there some where.


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"See anything you like?"

"No"

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Sands is cold.

From the inside.

A hellish, burning cold.

And it is it's own creation.

And it consumes him.

And he pulls the trigger.

And he has the power.

And he keeps the balance.

And he has no control at all.

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"Will you be okay?"

"… I don't know."

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The little swell of support I've recieved for this fic has been wonderful! I'll be updating most likely tomorrow.