Folken cringed at his thoughts. So dark. So lost. So alone. He was always alone. Maybe that's how it was supposed to be. Like some sort of lonely dream, and he had to deal with it. Folken sighed and placed a hand in front of his face. Leaning on it, he sat at the large wooden table, full of chemistry equipment and lots of tools for who knows what. Folken flicked a knife and watched it spin. Around and around, slowing down when it has lost it's inertia. He had been with his brother and their little group of heroes for quite sometime now. Naria and Eyria were killed, thanks to those dejected scientists at Zibach. Folken clenched his other fist and slammed it down on the table, causing the flasks to jump up and down, like they were dancing at his anger, or trying to get away. I swear to Gaea I'm going to kill Dornkirk, Folken promised himself. His hate burned in him, like a fire growing in his stomach and crawling up to his brain, causing it to burn and revenge to seem even sweeter. Folken stood and listened to the soft echo of his feet, pattering on the wood of his small laboratory, as he walked to the small wooden door that was centered in the wall. I wanted to hold a girl in my arms for once. I wanted to know that I was loved and needed for me, not for my expertice. But that could never happen. I've done to many things...to many wrong and bad things, things that noone should know about. I'm so cold, that I can't cry anymore. What kind of person can't cry, you say? A person whos life has been turned upside down by a life shattering moment that has caused that person to feel a pain thats deeper than any darkness imaginable. Shivers. Shivers ran up and down my spine when I think about the coldness in me. Like you know how when you are 'cold' you are evil, yet hell is hot? Isn't that an oxymoron in itself? I'm to afraid to admit that I am wrong, IF I am wrong. I don't care. I don't care if I die alone or if people think I am a monster. Somebody has to do it, and I was a puppet who managed to be in the line of fate. Fate chose me to be it's toy in misfortune. Fate chose me to join Zibach. And fate chose me to be cold and alone on the inside. But if fate chose it to be like that, than so be it. I will be alone and cold, just as long as I'm alive and know what my actions stand for in this crazy God-strickened world.


I'm thinking about making it a romance, what do you all think? Please R and R