Author's note: yeah, yeah, I know it's been a while since I've updated, but
I really couldn't think of anything to write, but after reading "The
Sorrows From Within" I just felt like I had to write down a chapter just
because I can and it's 9:07 at night and I am wide awake and full of ideas
(that's what you do to me chimei-nakidasu you're the first one who wanted
me to continue and I'm beginning to feel guilty for not continuing.) So
anywho on with the story! Note, I do not own any of the characters except
for Namia and Chakri (actually my cousin owns her, but I get to use it
because I can!) Well, as I was saying-on with the story!
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Ch. 8-Solitary Refuge.
After a solid days' rest, I decided to see where my troubled mind led me. I noticed, as before, that I was in a cave that had a stream by it. But what I didn't notice was that the stream was filled with blood, which shone like deaths song amongst the rays of moonlight dancing. I knew I must've been a mess and I felt like one too, I just hope that Dornkirk doesn't find me. For some reason my thoughts were, instead of further escaping, filled with Folken. Consumed by the dance of the moonlight on the stream of blood, I decided to sit down beside it and play my thoughts out.
"If only I could understand why my heart beats so strong," I began to sing, the moonlight began to dance along to the melody in my song, "when all I feel is nothing but the strength straining from my hardened heart. I only wish that we will never come together again, for my fate has been sealed, and yours has only begun." I paused from my song only to notice the tall, cloaked figure of whom I was singing about.
"I never knew you to be so talented with your voice." Folken said softly as he sat down beside me.
"I don't usually sing to anyone, but the night." I said shyly as I felt his arm around me.
"Well, can you make an exception for me?" he asked as he dried my tears, tears that I didn't know I had shed.
"Maybe, it depends." I gently rested my head upon his chest just to feel how strong his heart had to beat for such a tall man.
"Depends on what? On trust? Or is it a bit deeper than that?" he whispered gently in my ear as he began to play with my tangled hair.
"I just wanted to know if you share Dornkirk's views on how Gaea's fate and mine rests in war." I felt him stiffen with each word after I spoke Dornkirk's name.
"In all complete honesty, I'm beginning to doubt if what he says is true." And with that I began another song that I made for all of Gaea, hoping that its fate will be with peace and not with war.
Yeah, I know it's short, but hey, it's almost 10:00 and I'll write another one tomorrow! And it'll be a bit longer! Well night! And I hope that you keep on reading and reviewing! Bub-bye!
Ch. 8-Solitary Refuge.
After a solid days' rest, I decided to see where my troubled mind led me. I noticed, as before, that I was in a cave that had a stream by it. But what I didn't notice was that the stream was filled with blood, which shone like deaths song amongst the rays of moonlight dancing. I knew I must've been a mess and I felt like one too, I just hope that Dornkirk doesn't find me. For some reason my thoughts were, instead of further escaping, filled with Folken. Consumed by the dance of the moonlight on the stream of blood, I decided to sit down beside it and play my thoughts out.
"If only I could understand why my heart beats so strong," I began to sing, the moonlight began to dance along to the melody in my song, "when all I feel is nothing but the strength straining from my hardened heart. I only wish that we will never come together again, for my fate has been sealed, and yours has only begun." I paused from my song only to notice the tall, cloaked figure of whom I was singing about.
"I never knew you to be so talented with your voice." Folken said softly as he sat down beside me.
"I don't usually sing to anyone, but the night." I said shyly as I felt his arm around me.
"Well, can you make an exception for me?" he asked as he dried my tears, tears that I didn't know I had shed.
"Maybe, it depends." I gently rested my head upon his chest just to feel how strong his heart had to beat for such a tall man.
"Depends on what? On trust? Or is it a bit deeper than that?" he whispered gently in my ear as he began to play with my tangled hair.
"I just wanted to know if you share Dornkirk's views on how Gaea's fate and mine rests in war." I felt him stiffen with each word after I spoke Dornkirk's name.
"In all complete honesty, I'm beginning to doubt if what he says is true." And with that I began another song that I made for all of Gaea, hoping that its fate will be with peace and not with war.
Yeah, I know it's short, but hey, it's almost 10:00 and I'll write another one tomorrow! And it'll be a bit longer! Well night! And I hope that you keep on reading and reviewing! Bub-bye!