She had always been captivated by the forest and all of its leaves. The towering and wise trees were mesmerizing, enchanting, bewitching. The air was sweet and rich. Once the trees encircled you, a sudden peacefulness overcomes you. Everything becomes ethereal and it was infatuating.

All she wanted was to be in the forest, to breathe the intoxicating air and sit amongst the friendly and invi...

I’m alright.

How mant times must I lie?

Heartbroken and full of regret

How many times will I forget?

Every rose comes with a thorn.

My rose, my perfect rose came with many

But now my rose had wilted,

It was plucked from my hand.

Romeo to my Juliet no more.

How many times will I forget?

“Falling feels like flying until the moment you land.”...

~Her pov~

Negative thoughts rang out in my head. I couldn’t stop them. How many mental breakdowns would I go through alone? Maybe I prefer to go through this alone. Nobody cares to ask how I really am anyways. This hurt more than anything I have felt before, and this wasn’t even a physical hurt. Well, I can’t say there is no physical pain in this. My heart felt heavy, as if it was sinking to...

Alora’s aqua eyes grew round with amazement. She examined each thing in the aquarium with equal wonder. Every grey pebble and each individual scaley fish did not slip through her gaze.

What she saw next was magical. She had been to this aquarium millions of times in her five years, and she had never seen anything like it. It was a giant fish that had a glowing orange color and large, friendly...

He strolled along through the downpour. His dark, coffee colored hair became dreched and water rolled down his face moistening his eyelashes that surrounded his misty grey eyes. Droplets rolled off his nose and chin. At this point, his forest green sweater and his tan trousers were drenched. He didn’t care. He watched as people ran to escape the rain. He did not want to escape it, he walked furthe...

They had come in vast numbers. Upon their appearance, a heaviness had fallen on our people. My people. My army. A great silence filled with fear and waiting had covered my ranks. I wanted with everything inside me to comfort them. I wanted to tell them that all was not lost. My people needed a hope, they needed to see that we would overcome, but here I stood on the fronts of battle, my face filled...

Taurion, nephew of the elvenking, rushed through the many corridors of the palace. His destination was the garden. It wasn’t an ordinary garden. It was magical and hidden from the rest of the elves. No one in all of Erynarda, except for Taurion and the king, had been inside of it. Well, no one except for her. The one whom he loved, but officially would never have.

She had been given two names. One...