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3_EpilogueThe world was darkness. Will could feel the material of the scarf scraping at her face as she moved with catlike grace. She could hear Robert's feet moving in unison with hers. She exhaled as she swung her sword towards Robert. She could feel a breeze as he spun to avoid her sword. Will leapt into the air, spinning once before landing neatly beside Robert. She could hear him panting and feel the energy radiating from his body. She leapt into the air again as Robert bent backwards to avoid her foot as it swung up towards him. Will landed behind him, pressing her back up against his. The drums ended, and there was silence.
Will pulled the blindfold from her eyes and looked to the side of the clearing, where the elders were talking quietly amongst themselves. She reached behind her and took Robert's hand. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly, his own blindfold clutched in his other hand. Will held her breath as the head of the elders stood. Time seemed to slow as the old woman slowly nodd
3_49 MercyThe halls were silent in the castle. It was well past midnight, and the only sounds were the heavy footsteps of Lord Borius De'La'Marx as he trotted down the steps leading to the courtyard. He'd known that he'd have to flee the castle the moment it was announced that Willow Ebonsblood had been found, but this had been the first chance he'd gotten. His carriage was waiting for him, the driver and steeds anxious to be off. Borius pulled himself into the carriage, signaling for the driver to go. The carriage leapt into action, sending them speeding to the main gate. There would be a chance to fight another day, Borius thought as the carriage bumped along. Now was the time for self preservation.
"This is an incredibly cowardly move, Uncle."
Borius jumped with surprise as his nephew seemed to materialize in the corner of the carriage. He was dressed in all black, the cowl of his cloak hiding his face until he pushed it back so he could watch his uncle. "Holland how did you know?"
3_48 Endpoint"How--?" Robert began as the other two just stared. "You said--"
"I said I knew what I was doing, didn't I?" Ali said with a hint of bemused irritation. "I got myself out of there right before you got rid of Marius. It was a close one, but here I am." She lifted herself up slightly, looking at Will and Zane. "You two look like you've seen a ghost," she said, a devilish gleam in her eyes.
Will was too shocked to laugh. Zane regained his ability to function before she did, moving his mouth furiously in an attempt to find the right words. When he found none, he wrapped his arms around Ali in a bone-crushing hug that knocked the breath out of her. "And you call me reckless."
"Ow, that stings!" Will shifted indignantly as Robert patiently applied salve to her wrists.
"I told you," he said, dabbing more of the pungent cream onto her cuts, which were nearly healed. It had been a day since they had descended from the tower. Robert and Will had sealed themselves off from the rest of
3_47 The End Of The StormWill looked out the window in the corner of the study and found that it was nearly dawn. They sky had turned a deep lilac, signaling the rising sun was not far behind. Every bone in Will's body shook with exhaustion, but she could not sleep-- not now. She turned her gaze to Robert, who was still lying neatly on the floor of the study. Some of the color had returned to his face, but he had not opened his eyes.
Zane, Will noted, was dozing lightly not far off. He'd found an overstuffed armchair to lounge lazily in throughout the night. He'd offered it to Will, but she preferred the floor. Orion had come up briefly to tell them that the Riders had returned, but Will had sent him away-- there was nothing to do except wait to see when Robert would wake up.
"When I give you the thumbs up, empty your mind," Ali hissed at Robert, her lips barely moving. "Anything that isn't part of your own consciousness, get rid of. It'll get rid of Marius for good this time."
"What about you?" Robert
3_46 The Monster Unmasked"Get up, you stupid moron. Get up," Ali hissed as she moved in between Robert and Marius.
"How did you get in here?" Robert whispered to her, pushing himself to his feet. "Isn't there some sort of limit as to how many ghosts you can have in your head?"
Ali shrugged. "How would I know how many ghosts you can hold in your mind? It's your mind after all." She turned her attention back to Marius, who looked ready to be sick. His face had gone pale, and his solid form was faltering. Slowly, he was beginning to fade. Ali glared at him with her startlingly purple eyes and saw one question reflected in Marius' equally startling eyes: How. She smiled.
"Alarin," he hissed, regaining some of his composure. "We meet again, it seems. I thought I'd seen the last of you."
Ali's smile widened, but it was not a cheerful smile-- it was cold and unwelcoming, with an unspoken challenge to Marius. Robert had seen Will use that same look, the kind of "come any closer and I'll slit your thro
3_45 Mind GamesSince he'd been possessed by a ghost what seemed like ages ago, Zane had shut down the necromancer part of his mind-- blocking out all contacts with the Spirit World he had. But a nagging sensation had filled his mind since he'd entered the tower-- small at first, but with greater strength as time passed-- and had now reached an almost unbearable level of annoyance.
As he watched Will and Orion dart silently into the hall, he allowed his mind to open slightly to the energy surrounding him, prepared to snap shut again if he sensed any ghosts.
Zane, do not block your mind.
The voice filled his mind, making him jump. It was strong and assertive, but there was a hint of something else that gave the speaker away. "Ali."
I need your help. Let me in.
Zane opened his mind readily, and allowed the ghost entry. "What are you doing here?" he asked her quickly. "I thought you would've you know moved on."
Zane, I'm not dead. I'm drifting.
"What does that mean?
3_44 Desperation"There has to be something we can do," Will pleaded, her gaze darting furtively from Orion to Zane and back. Robert's head rested on her lap, his brow covered in sweat. He was still, but breathing. "Zane, can't you use necromancer magic to get the ghost out?"
Zane shook his head, his brows knitted tightly together. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can't. I would need another necromancer, and " He glanced at the floor before looking back at Will. "Ali's gone," he finished lamely. His lower lip quivered slightly, but he remained composed. Now was not the time or place to grieve.
"Luca said they were looking for a book on necromancy," Seth whispered, his eyes locked on the floor. "Maybe if we can find it "
"We should move Ali," Orion said suddenly. "Someone's bound to notice we've been guarding this place. If someone comes up and finds Ali dead, we're all going to have a lot of explaining to do." He glanced around the room at the solemn faces surrounding him until he met Zane's eyes. "C
3_43 Home"You should be sleeping."
Will looked up at Zane, who'd moved to stand beside the fire with her. "I can't."
"Why not?" he asked as they sat down. "You've had a tough time-- you need rest."
"If I go to sleep," she whispered, her voice on the verge of breaking. "If I close my eyes--even for a moment-- I see him. He's killing Robert, and there's nothing I can do from here. I know we're going as fast as we can, but it's not fast enough. He needs me."
Zane put his arm around her, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "We'll get back as soon as we can," he told her soothingly. "If there was a faster way Hmm." He frowned. "Maybe "
Will looked at him, her eyebrows rising slightly. "What?"
Zane glanced at her. "I might have a way to get us back sooner," he said. "But it's not going to be easy."
Will narrowed her eyes slightly. "Whatever it is, I'll do it."
Zane grinned. "Then go find John and tell him we're borrowing his horse. It's about time we were on the run again, don't you thi
3_42 Of Love And Lies"So how did you escape?" Zane asked Will as they rode, turning his head slightly so she could hear him over the wind. She was seated behind him on the saddle since there were no available horses for her to ride on her own. Zane had also thought that this was a better idea since Will had barely been able to keep her eyes open since they'd left.
"I'm clever," she replied simply. When Zane nudged her to proceed, she continued. "I found a dagger in the room where I was being kept and I picked the lock," she explained. "Then I hit the hinges off the door. After that, it was all a matter of sneaking. I found the soldier uniform in the wash room and put it on, then I just walked out."
Zane glanced at her. "That easy?" he asked.
She glared at him. "I had a considerable amount of motivation," she told him.
Robert was exhausted. His entire body ached from hitting into bookshelves and the floor, and his head was pounding. He was pressed up against the window, his breathing ragged and heavy.
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Depressing PoemsSorry --
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
Paper Crane WishI didn't know what to get you,
to help you get better.
So I made you this.
It's a wishing crane.
We'll write your wish on it's wings.
And tie it to a balloon.
You and I, we'll drop it out
of your hospital window.
Up it will fly,
Into the stars.
Letting your dreams take wing.
I wish you'll be happy when I'm gone.
I'll never know what you wrote.
You never told me
How special I was.
How much it meant
That I visited.
That I cared enough
To be there for you.
To make you happy with jokes and stories.
But now you're gone.
I sit alone,
Letting the cool breeze fill my mind.
In through the window,
A paper crane lands on my lap.
Scrawled across it's wings,
In a handwriting I know better than my own,
I'll be waiting for you.
Live life for both of us.
Wiping the tears away from my eyes,
I put the crane next to my bed.
With the pictures of you and me.
I look out the window, into the sky.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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