“So, this is who’s going to die today?” He said. The light glinting off his iron clad sword. The binds on my wrist rub my skin raw as I try to get myself free. Hot tears prick my face as I stare into my executioners eyes.

“Please father, have mercy,” I begged. His eyes looked at me with disgust. The hatred that painted his face was apparent, his brow was tilted downward and a sharp frown tugged a...

He flared his wings, the crimson scales glistening in the moonlight. Holding out his hand, he looked at me. His intent was apparent. Reluctantly I grasped his palm, and shook it. Immediately, he released my hand, wiping his palm on his pants. I turned around.

“We’re in this together, but I’m not sure I can fully trust you,” he mumbled under his breath. I faced him and glared.

“You think I t...

The land of the underworld. The dark sky shrouding the whole plane in a black atmosphere. There are many souls that are condemned here. Souls that have lived their time in the mortal world and those who have not fulfilled the destiny written for them in the stars. One soul In particular is forever etched into my brain, and my heart. She is a common visitor, coming for a stay then being dragged...

A single thread. The thought of it insignificant yet the bind is eternal. I look at it, the golden string in front of me. The lifetime of a single mortal is coursing through the frays. I sense it, the binds slowly ripping, the life embedded in it wrenching away from the body it adorns. I touch her arm, the warmth of her skin slowing ebbing away with each breath. I shouldn’t care. The eons of t...

The pound of horse hooves sing in the air. The flames of burning buildings and houses light up the cold night sky. The pump of my heart is screaming in my ears as is the burning pain of the wounds that mar my skin.

I search and search. Looking to see any familiar face that hasn’t been mauled beyond recognition.

“Ana! Cole! Anyone,” I cry. The emotion of calling those names are heavy yet empty wi...

His eyes are lifeless

The lenses gazing into my soul

His smile is endless, his absent lips stretch to his non existent ears

He seems dark,

Malignant

But he’s kind

His actions are zephyr-like

The glide of the pastel stick; so nimble

His skin is cold as ice

His fingers long and boney

He seems like a monster

Like a dark apparition here to cause anguish and ache

But he’s kind

I told my mom of him

Of ...

The bitter cold. The frosty air causing a chill to brush through my hair and down my spine. My eyes slowly fall open, the clear sky above me causing me to wince at the light.

I try to lift my hand. The action causing my nerves to sear, the cold numbness overwhelming my body. I glance around, wondering where I am. How this happened.

The memories flood back, the roars of the crowd, the soft touch ...