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The one thing I remember most about the world outside is the sand in the cold wind. I remember how coarse and fine the particles were. I remember how easily it flowed with the breeze, how beautifully it moved like a slow ocean; large crests, well above my head, and deep troughs as if there was no solid ground. The thing I remember most was the color. It was a strange bluish grey color. It seemed as if it was trying to mimic the ocean I its entirety by trying to reflect the harsh, bright sky above. I remember so well that omniscient color, such a strange color. For whatever reason, it makes me think about the color of eyes, some impossibly l

Salt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow; bone-thin arms resemble bed rails-- tears in my eyes, the morphine drip in your vein. My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance. You ask if we are waiting for you to die:  no. We are waiting for a miracle, we are waiting for you to heal-- We are waiting for something that will not happen. We are stretching for something that is out of reach. We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture of eternity. In a paradox, God is calling you clearly, but we can't seem to hear His voice-- only the silence ri

In world not unlike yours, there is a small number of people all caught up in something they are far from aware of. All of these people, in their small groups have no idea that what one does will ultimately affect the others. Somewhere, a prince discovers Pandora's Box that he has already opened. He quickly seeks to shut it before something terrible happens but it may very well be too late as the day he takes his crown approaches and the world will look at him and every decision he makes. Will he make the right choices at the wrong times? A fish and a bird fall in love and blindly follow a blind monster that may have helped seal the fate of

Date: Unknown A new one!? A new one! There is another caster! (And she has both legs.) Her name is... Kodo, she lacks the power Betany and I hold, but she will grow. (Oh yes she will grow... she is so young.) I think I could learn from her, she controls water... something I have yet to fully grasp. She cast a harmful spell upon the Gorilla, she deserved the energy I gave back to her. (She will earn more, oh yes she will.) Today was good, Antus has grown in the time we have been with the group. He speaks now, and hunts on his own, drawing arcs of lightning from betwixt his horns and zapping mice. He calls me... Archon.

Date: April 17, 973 This is my own prison. I sit and wait, full of rage and hate. I sit and wait, to someday learn my fate. They sit and wait, in fear of my rage, and hate. They sit and wait, in fear of thier fate. I sit and think, what will I become? They sit and think, what has he become? I sit and stare... What have I become? They sit and stare... They see a drunk, a fool. They do not see me. It is time for a change of pace, I will tame my power, I will break these walls. We will see who I really am. Taetus Oleynik

Part Two!! 26-Morning "It's a beautiful morning," Skylar sighed happily, stretching the sleepiness from her limbs. Shonu greeted Kyra with a smile as she entered the room and took a seat beside him. He looked up at Skylar. "It is now." 27-Cold Kyra couldn't move. She gasped for breath as blood trickled down her chin, but she couldn't feel the pain of the blade biting into her flesh. All she felt was cold. The sword had completely impaled her, pinning her easily against her own mattress. Tears blurred her darkened vision, and with a final, shuddering breath, she resigned herself to her Fate. 28-Sleep Shonu didn't need much sleep. He cou