I have a reason for all of this. I have a reason for following her through the dark city streets at night. I have a reason. I have a reason for mapping this course for her to follow tonight.

She deserves it. She deserves to suffer through this. She deserves everything that’s coming for her.

I have a reason for grabbing her into the shadows. I have a reason for covering her mouth before anyone ...

My steps break the silence between me and the lonely halls. The castle’s twisting corridors are complex, but to me, they are my simple home. The ball occurring downstairs was no more than a small event, I never did take any of them seriously.

But as a princess, I must eventually. I am the heiress, the future for my kingdom.

My thoughts shift back and forth, until deciding that the ball is most...

“BUT IN ALL CHAOS, THERE IS CALCULATION!”

What am I calculating exactly?

How many times I’ve gone to the doctor because I tore my retina and I have to get another round of laser eye surgery.

How I have a minor concussion from getting slammed in the floor.

How I’ve bottled up so much stuff that my mind isn’t working.

Every few minutes I alsmost pass out either from the concussion or the emotio...

Even as my blood bleeds relentlessly,

I can see the calculation around me.

“Exactly four litres pouring out,

making this victim unable to see.”

My vision blurs and shakes,

I’ve never survived much chaos.

But this chaos? It breaks.

Yet in all this wayward trembling,

in all this rickety, bloody murder,

all I can do is calculate.

Just like the machine I am,

instead of those humans,

those bleeding lam...

**Boom! Boom! Boom!**

The world is chaos. Smoke clogs the air, screams echo through the town square, and my knees feel weak beneath me. I clutch Xavier to my chest, gripping him like he’s the only solid thing left. Because everything else—everything I knew—has just been ripped away.

I can’t take my eyes off the body on the cobblestones. My uncle. The man who raised me. The man who kept me and Xav...

But in all chaos

There is calculation

Strategic moderation

No limits

Or hesitation

For the battle wages on

Knights take up arms

Marching toward the dawn

For the king’s cause

Violence cannot be paused

I sigh and take a breath

As though we’ve already won...

Calculation in chaos for chaos brings in something unexpected in the world, but there’s also a pattern to the butterfly effect It allows us to predict the unpredictable.

There’s excitement in spontaneity and unpredictability as well as the fear of danger and stress and fear of the unknown but we all but it’s predictable. It’s calculated it’s rational not irrational.

The world is not rational it d...

The White city burns, black smoke plumed from the inferno. The pale stoned towers engulfed and charred. The cries of people dying can be heard in the distance, creating a soundscape of hell.

I am too late. I fell to my knees and pulled at my hair, choking out a desperate scream.

The click of footsteps behind me echo against the pale stone. I raised my head, eyes red and swollen.

He stood there wi...

He dodged right, curling his body opposite the incoming blow and gaining the high ground inside his opponent’s stance. From here, he unleashed a fullisade of quick but powerful blows to the soft tissues underneath the protection of his ribcage. After the man was unbalanced, Caleb wound up for a staggering blow to his solar plexus, forcing the man off his feet, wheezing from having his breath knock...

feeling safe in a space where your cuts and bruises are fresh wounded

comfort in the chaos of a bubblegum

popping in between your crooked teeth and quivering lips for you are stronger than what you’ve become

pop the bubblegum a few more times, seconds, hours, months, years even

whatever it takes your battles aren’t lonely

growing in an environment with a lion on your every move

but in all chaos...