"Hello everyone! Do you know what happens next week? I have to back to school! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sorry everyone, I needed to get that out of my system. But if any of you have a time machine so that I can rewind time as many times as I like, can I borrow it?" Z Star.
"No ones going to have a time machine Z Star. And I think they're a lot smarter then that to let you borrow it." Ling Tong
"They could make a time machine, you never know." Gan Ning
"Ha! When pigs fly!" Ling Tong.
"Are you calling me a pig!" Gan Ning.
"Sure, why not? You sound like one. Oink! Oink!" Ling Tong.
"Now boys! That's enough! I have other fics to write you know, and I can't spend all my time refereeing you! Ok? So shake hands and be nice to one another!" Z Star.
Gan Ning and Ling Tong: ¬.¬
"Ok not nice, but civil! Sorry about them guys… so here's the next poem. It won't be in Gan Ning's or Ling Tong's POV. Can you guess who it is?" Z Star.
A Painful Hate
I can't believe my painful fate,
Leaded to this painful hate,
I don't regret my death in battle,
But my son's desire for revenge,
Will not chase away the pain,
I know in Gan Ning,
There's a guilty stain,
That will never wash away,
But for Ling Tong,
I fear his grief will never go away,
One day he will understand the duty we must fulfill,
Even if it is an ill will,
Always comes first,
If only they would let their hate,
Not control their fate…
"Well, that's another poem in my cap." Z Star.
"Who was that guy?" Gan Ning.
"I don't know. Though he seemed so familiar…" Ling Tong
"You don't even recognize your father's voice!" Z Star.
"That was Dad? Well he was gone for awhile, I remember everything else except his voice:)" Ling Tong.
"I know what you're all thinking! He's gone stupid!" Gan Ning
"You shut up!" Ling Tong.
"No, you shut up!" Gan Ning.
"'Sigh' … what am I going to do with! Oh I know! I'll lock them together in the basement! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Lol. Anyway, the next poem will be about Da Qiao and how she misses Sun Ce after he dies of illness. Laters!" Z Star.
