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Murder-cakeSome on once told me that that Murder was similar to Cake.
A peice of cake is like a soul. The knife is the murderer.
It takes the peice away from the other peices and brings pain to them,
But it gives joy and happiness to the person taking the cake....
Sadistic isn't it?
Life Chp.2IT sees nothing. Hears nothing. And Feels nothing. For all it is, is nothing.
It feels emotion. Sees blood. And hears voices that cannot be explained. It is becoming something.
It sees everything. Feels everything. And Hears everything. It is a child.
She's ready. Ready to see the world. She comes now.
Queen Kailily screamed in pain as she felt her child come closer to birth. The nurses worked busily to try to get the baby out in time.
"I need a cloth!"
"Where is the hot water!?"
Many bustled round the room while the doctor awaited the baby. Finally it came.
Outside, King Sakki waited anxiously with his son, Prince Toyeon. Who was entirely calm about he entire event. His grey eyes stared at the door which led to the room his mother was laboring in. Screams were heard along with nurses qwabbling.
The King uncrossed his arms and stared at the door. Toyeon narrowed his cold eyes. They waited, nothing. Slowly, the Kin
LifePrologue, An army rising-
In an eastern kingdom, very far from the world we know of, there lived King Kapanan. He was very confident about his kingdom, but he was so greedy that he wanted to expand it. He looked over the old and new maps of the country day in and day out.
The Divisions were broken since 1584. The North, a cold yet beniful kingdom, had been too good to them, and the South, an agricultural Kingdom, had been trading with them for centuries. Yet the West, that strngest and unkown Kingdom of the entire country, they act like the other kingdoms don't exist.
Maybe it would be easy to overthrow them.
"Now, dearest," Queen Lolian had said time and time again, "don't meddle with the West. I've been there with my father once when I was very young, and they are more than what you take them for. Do not drive their King to war. Bad omen will only follow"
The King pondered this for 7 years. For 7 years it burned him, scared him. It urged him to take the West Kingdom. He was becoming
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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