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Birth Of A Name: MariaBirth Of A Name
Out in the middle of the Sea of Fortune they was a ship. On this ship there were just shy of two hundred people dancing, laughing, singing, and all other types of celebrating. For they were indeed celebrating. They were the last returning platoon of solders for the χαρά Army. They had just defeated the κακό Legion in the north.
It was a joyous occasion, with much to rejoice over. Few solders had been wounded in the battles, and even fewer were killed. The bounty collected off the enemy was enough to make the King look twice. And the Equestrian nation had been so grateful for their help that they agreed to let the χαρά nation have free trade throughout their land. Yes, it was truly a great day.
"Why aren't you dancing?" a dark haired man said to the girl sitting alone. "We've fought a war and won, with you as our leader. You should be the one at the front it would be better than Jeffrey
Birth Of A Name: SarahBirth Of A Name
"Your Highness! Your Highness!" two of the Elite Royal Guard came bursting through the massive iron clad double doors. They ran as fast as they could in their steal armor.
"What is it? What's wrong?" the Princess arose from her throne and started down the steps. The two guards quickly reached her and told her of their orders.
"Your Highness, we have been sent by your father to escort you to the boats." The guard with the golden cross on his armor said as he started walking the Princess toward the doors.
"Why? What's going on?"
"Pirates have been spotted on the horizon. And we have reason to believe that they are here for you " the guard with the silver cross on his armor said trying not to let his fears surface.
"And what of my parents? Kayden? Who is watching them?"
"They are fine. Raphael and Marcus are escorting them to another boat." Kayden did his best to keep her calm. They were now in the grand hall. They only needed to pass t
Birth Of A Name: WilliamBirth Of A Name
He lied in his bed sleeping. Only the wind and some light snoring could be heard. Sweet dreams of the day before floated about his head. He was blissfully resting with his family, in their little home on the edge of town. He hadn't a care in the world. That was, of course, until now.
A sharp bang at the door, and he was awake. He looked at the clock. 5:31. No good could come from that at this hour. He grabbed his shotgun and went towards the door. He passed his children's room and told them to get in the closet. He quickly approached the door and reached for the knob. Shotgun in hand he nervously opened it.
Nothing was there it was just his porch. He looked down to see a large stick in front of his door. He wanted to believe that the wind threw it of his tree. He wanted to believe that there was nothing to worry about. By he was smarter than that. He couldn't live in that bubble any more. Not after last time.
He walked back in his house and locked the door
oh no...My eye's have gone dark.
No more do they glisten.
There are evil thoughts is my head,
to them I try not to listen.
I try to eat but it wont stay down,
and a sinister smile replaces my frown.
it is my fault,
yes, I am to blame.
For I am the one,
who threw the fuel on the flame.
I hunger for something,
i should never consume,
for it is blood that i want,
and I might have it soon.
Luckily for now I have a piece of rust.
It alone keeps me away from my lust.
Tomorrow I seek help.
I can no longer deny.
For if I go unchallenged,
surly someone will die...
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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