((Yes! I have finally gotten enough time to write the new part! Hope you enjoy!))
As we flew silently back to the citadel, I could feel...something. I wasn't entirely too sure what it was, but it was dark, evil, mysterious; as if no one else knew of it but me and my heightened sense of darkness. When we arrived at the Citadel, smack in the center of the forest, Deathly was wailing loud enough for any Vampire to hear. We quickly entered, and handed him over to a maid used to caring for yowling pets. We burst into the dining hall, just as the meal was finishing, along with conversation. All the soldiers stared with disbelif at me and the others, I can't imagine why. Suddenly, they all raised their shafts, and were waiting. "What is with you idiots? There's no enemies here!" I said calmly. But, seeing as they would not lower their weapons, I turned. There, in the doorway, was a vampire. A female, weakened by hunger, no doubt. I could see it in her face, the struggle not to destroy us all right then. "What has happened during our absence? Do we now allow vampires into the citadel? Has my empire collapsed so abruptly during my leave?" Then the Harpie staggered a few steps inward, eyes black as pitch, with a bit of red around the edge of the irises, and collapsed; her figure was disfigured by several arrows piercing her back. She twitched violently, then was still. "Go, go bury her and clean this floor of her filthy blood." I spat as if there were poison in the words. As for our friends, who I had forgotten in this ordeal, were standing toward the sleeping quarters. I dissmissed them intermittently, focusing on the task at hand. The Vampires had discovered our fortress! It was only a matter of time before the war began, between Good and Evil, wing-to-wing combat; with the cat-demons on our side, the werewolves on theirs. If I only possesed the powers that my siblings had, to see the outcome of situations, as my sister possessed, and to have extreme strength as my brother did. I know I have skills, hidden deep within my cruelty, if I could only let them out, and prove that the Amayas are not a clan to be evil to.
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This thing is whatever I need it to be at the time.
Currently it's a write-out-my-stream-of-consciousness-to-make-myself-feel-better place.
Fishy fishy.
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