

Gweena at warIf there was one thing Gweena was sure about, it was that they were not ready to fight this war. But with the horses saddled and the men ready for battle, she could do nothing at the moment but sulk in her tent, waiting for the inevitable call to slaughter. Her long tanned arms lay limp at her sides, her fingers twitching around a small silver dagger, its handle scratched and faded from years of use. Her sand blonde hair cascaded around the small embroidered pillows that cushioned her head, deftly tucked over her small pointed ears. She sighed, chucking the dagger at the small desk to her right, so that it landed perfectly on the treaty paperGweena at war


rememberingRemembering that day remembering my life, bits are still missing. They floatremembering
around me in this infinite space, like butterflies capable of tremendous escapes
from my reaching begging hands.
I remember childrens laughter, but I dont know what children it comes from, did I
have brothers or sisters, or is it my own laughter that I hear, taunting me with
happier times.
I see faces near unrecognizable in my head, and they smile sad smiles as they
walk past me, reaching out from the nothing to pat the air. Is this my wake? I
hope not this is not the kin


The four elements and MiaThe icy wind broke through the thin shawl that covered her bare shoulders. She felt a shiver crawl its way up her back, and shaking, she made her way back to the towers. There were five towers in all, one for air, one for earth, one for water, one for fire, and the last for the four to meet together. The girl had been given warm clothes and a bed to sleep in, but she preferred her original garments, no matter how tattered they were, she was after all a prisoner. Her father had committed an awful crime against the four goddesses; he had killed their beloved human half-brother Jared. She would never forgive her father for his cowardice when theThe four elements and Mia
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Even the Devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes he's all alone.
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Someone said to Voltaire, "Life is hard." Voltaire replied, "Compared to what?"
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Even the Devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes he's all alone.
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Even the Devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes he's all alone.
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the best defence against an atomic bomb is never to be there when it goes off.
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Even the Devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes he's all alone.
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the best defence against an atomic bomb is never to be there when it goes off.
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Even the Devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes he's all alone.
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Even the Devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes he's all alone.
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