_(This is a short story because I need to get the feel for the world, plot, and characters. This is also 5 years into the future from my previous Disordered post.)_

I was sixteen when my only hope in the world died. I was sixteen when I had to protect the thing that had taken him away.

The thing was right there. The thing that had killed a peice of my heart, it was _right_ **_there_**. But I cou...

For those of you reading this who are not Mia - her name is pronounced “Maya.”

Also, Mia, these have a snarky-insulting vibe, but I can write him a death letter too.

**_Screw him (acrostic poem)_**

**S**elfish, lying

**C**alculating, manipulative

**R**eally trashy,

**E**vil little two-faced

**W**aste of space/time/life.

**H**ow did he not see the wonderful girl right in front of him?

**I**s...

Pierce sighed as he heard the crashing and yelling outside his home. He knew that the queen and king of Allaver could help, but his parents were always the ones to say that the royals have a lot more to worry about than their small town.

They had responsibilities that spanned further than any of them could imagine. Far bigger than what little Pierce could conjure up. Or at least that’s what his ...

He had never planned on attacking them. He didn’t want revenge; he didn’t want war.. That is until they brought the war to him. It was a double cross, a treaty had already been signed and yet they stood there, ready to attack, masking their intentions with well wishes as they left, only to command their army to climb.

Even as they climbed his fortress he felt happy, even satisfied with the conclu...

War

Score

Lost

Lore

Far

Wide

In the

Eyes

Twist

Wish

Through the

Mist

See

Me

Then

Flee

Shot

Fought

All for

Not

War

Torn

Men of

Corn

Tessa🦋...

He never liked war. War was a barbaric thing, something only true barbarians did.

So it was surprise to many when he brought the head of the leader home.

Everyone understood why he did what he did. No one blamed him.

Except for himself.

And he was found, hanging from his neck, because of something he had to do....

He had never planned on attacking them. He didn’t want revenge; he didn’t want war… That is until they brought the war to him.

Sir Aldrich gazed below from his stone balcony. What once was a clear, amicable view of the town of Sapphire Village, with houses built up to scrape the air with their imperial height, became a cloudy, bothersome vision of the ruined, shattered Sapphire Village. The fox...

He stood, overlooking the battle below him. Sword was drawn, and he held it loosely at his side. He hated this, every second of it. He had never planned on attacking them. He didn’t want revenge; he didn’t want war. Then they brought the war to him.

“Are you ready?” His best friend, Matthias, stands to his left, also watching the battle below.

“I am never ready,” Eli replies. He turns to Matthias...

“So.”

How much can be packed into a word so short? Well… everything.

Her ‘so’ meant everything. A question, even if it wasn’t really posed as such. An acknowledgment, one of actions too awful to simply fib away. And an opening.

This was where he should tell her. Where he should tell her why he’d given Alex the box, why he’d done anything with the hunter’s son at all. Why he had tried to do… any...

He never planned on attacking them. He didn’t want revenge; he didn’t want war… That is until they b[r]ought the war to him.

The first massacre was due to pure ignorance. Lucky for him he was not under the large dark shadow that came down from the sky and flattened most of his comrades. He could still hear the screams of his brothers crying out as the enormous foot finally lifted from the earth....