Beacon is a hero.

She’s devoted her teenage life to do what’s right. Protect people. Enact justice.

Be the beacon of hope that her town needed.

But she failed.

She failed Salen, her best friend. And now she’s dead.

Pippa Folly is no hero.

Salen would have wanted her to continue being that role model. Be the protector.

But she isn’t here anymore.

Ink Spill needs to go down. No matter what.

Cotton, Water Craze, whatever she should call him, he won’t approve of what has to be done. Which is ironic considering he used to be her villainous enemy.

Vengence is tugging at her heart, pulling her towards the dark. She could light the way, it is her power after all. But she won’t.

She needs the dark.

Whispering a silent apology to Cotton, she walks up to someone that can help her with her avenging plot.

Flood gives a wicked smile.

“Hello, Beacon. Hero life not going so well?”

A chambered heart, unsecured, unprepared. Two lockpickers approach the chambered heart. And they pick and pick till I’m ensnared. You say, I must choose but where shall I start?

The listener or the adventurer? Captured heart, tangled by two steel-linked threads. I’m an aimless, loveless venturer. A woman who dreads to look where she treads.

I can’t trample my love, or burn bonds. Voices so heavenly, I am devout. Time with both is like magic without wands. What do you mean I must figure it out?

Fine, I’ll find the answer you both seek. Please, my precious loves just give me a week!

In my mind I called upon your name a thousand times, like a whisper in the wind. I can see your eyes in my dreams a sparkle of shimmering light that bounces of them. As the daylight rises your presence becomes all my body longs for yet at night fall my heart beats for another. Why must the past intervene with the future? Why must one cut ties with one lover, in order to pursue another? Why must the heart and mind be torn between themselves. My body has become the battlefield of this emotional war. The mind gets clouded but the hearts stays grounded. What to do? Who do you choose? I wish the thoughts would stop flowing. Its your kisses I crave but I long for his touch. Your voice echos like sweet melody throughout my body and yet his is imprinted in my skin. Do you betray your past to pursue a new future? you try to stop but temptation persuades you, you have become my new sin but I can not have you. He is the one that I love but you have become my deepest desire. Love enslaves you but passion over takes you. Do you choose passion or do you choose love?

I am torn in two Between who I was And who I am yet to be Can I return to the shell of who I was And tuck myself inside Safe and sound before I knew I was broken Or must I reveal the cracks To unfiltered light And put my arms elbow deep Into new wet clay And rebuild myself A new temple For a brighter, more complete soul

I’m stuck between the two, But this time it’s not me it’s you.

His smile, oh boy does it light up the whole sky. He can be controlling but I can love him with all my might.

And her. Her laughter is a melody to my ears, I’ve memorized her favorite songs for her. She tries to understand you and your needs.

But alas, the world would be against me, Even more than they are now if I had the girl. So maybe, Just maybe, I don’t pick either because I love them both. But picking one over the other, That scares me because I Even I Am afraid of rejection.

I am a bad person. These choices rippling out devastating those caught in between. I’m pulled apart in two directions, tripping and falling with every step grasping on substance for support, I’m sorry, for leaning too much, did you break?

You’re fragile, you can’t handle my weight, retreating and leaving you behind, when you run after me (as you always do) i’ll push you away (as I always do), i’m sorry, for letting you fall, left you broken and bruised.

Between him and the other… I don’t know who to choose.

One who will forever protect me. The one who will forever love me. The one with the skinny set. The shimmering brown hair. The brown, sparkling eyes. Willing to put up a fight.

The other, who likes to see happiness. He won’t let you go once he’s found you. He doesn’t stand up for himself, never. But he’s also a fierce lover, a warrior. Strong physically. And both mentally.

Both whom are sweet. Loving and both caring. Protective and obsessive. Sweet and sour. Angry and hurt.

“Choose.” “You have to choose.”

I need to choose. But either way, the other will hurt.

My love for him is passionate, It is fast paced, it’s a ride. His eyes much like the ocean, Pull me in like the falling tide. My love for him is understanding, It is gentle, it is kind. His eyes carry an intense warmth, He always sees the brighter side. My love for both it burns so bright, How can I just decide. To choose between the sea and sun, A torrent in my mind. No matter who it is I choose, Part of my heart is left behind. But the longer that I sit and wait, The more pain that grows inside. For now I look within myself, Which one will I make mine. The choice I make Decides my fate, Between the sea and sun.

Music blaring Hot humid air .15 blood alcohol

Flowing rolling golden locks Your green eyes meet mine

Lost in the moment Lost in you

I don’t dance That night I did

Face to face Looking Eyes to lips Eyes to eyes

Pulling you in by back of neck Kissing as teenagers do When feels all so new

Friends eyes on us With mouths agape For they all knew

Your boyfriend My girlfriend

In the realm of love's tangled web, A woman stood, her heart in ebb. Torn between two souls, she found, A choice to make, her heart unbound.

One man, a flame that burned so bright, With passion's fire, a dazzling light. His words, like honey, used to disguise his lies Enchanting her, captivating her mind. She fell for his manipulation every single time.

The other, gentle, steady, true, A love that whispered, softly grew. His touch, a balm, a soothing grace, A shelter in life's tumultuous chase.

But as she pondered, deep within, She felt a doubt, a voice akin. For neither man, she soon perceived, Neither were a match, she began to believe.

The first, though charming, lacked in depth, His love a mirage, a fleeting breath. Beneath the surface, shadows loomed, A hollow promise, a love illumed.

The second, steady, yet not safe, A love that lacked a vibrant taste. In comfort's arms, she felt confined, A longing for more, she couldn't bind.

And so, she realized, with a heavy heart, That neither man could play their part. For love, she learned, should not be blind, To flaws and faults, left undefined.

For just because one seemed better than the other, Did not mean they were good for each other. She walked away, her heart set free, To find a love that matched her needs.

In the end, she sought a love anew, A love that honored her, and grew. A love that embraced her flaws and all, A love that would never let her fall.