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Who are youLet me call this love, hope, and trust.Who are you by ~LunasKiss
The end of all we thought would come true,
A perfect world with you;
The exile of my dreams.
You once made me a promise,
A few meaningless words strung together you used,
Tighter than a bow string;
To grasp my heart and tear it apart.
On desolate cold nights… I realize what those beautiful words hold.
I now know there is no such thing as love.
In my heart I’m falling for you head over heels,
In my head I’m walking away.
I know our love will last forever, for an eternity…
Except our love never began…
I just wish that you would have held me… just once.
…I
The Empress' Throne Room The Empress sat on her throne, the fractal starburst of faceted crystals behind her limned her silhouette in a pearlescent radiance. The throne itself rested upon a polished black marble plinth and an ornate dais of gold and topaz that reflected the heat and light from nearby braziers onto the crystalline throne. Small fragments of crystal hovered around the throne as though orbiting the empress. Before her was her personal guard; twelve men who stood silent sentinel before her throne; each dressed in the uniform black and white silk cloaks and jewel-eyed bronze masks that markedThe Empress' Throne Room by ~Forsaken2544
Blood is Thicker Than WaterFire. The Kyriandoris manor house was burning. Four stories, from the servants' quarters in the back to the Lord and Lady's suite on the top floor - two hundred years of history - was going up in smoke as the sun set. The wine cellar below might be saved, but that was the last thing on the minds of the Kyriandoris defenders at the moment. More important were the hobgoblins and ogres running rampant throughout the vineyards, setting fire to whatever they could not simply tear down. All the while, house liveried soldiers fought, cried out in pain, and died to protect that which they had come to hold dear: The livelihood of the foremost winemakeBlood is Thicker Than Water by ~fcneko
The Lord's SpyThe Lord's Spy by ~Sargoth
It was early winter in the capital city of the shadowy Nevermoore Empire. There had been a massive war between Nevermoore and the Lord's Dominion of the south that had been going on for many decades now, but had thus far left the capital untouched. Now tension was mounting in the surrounding regions as the Lord's Army pushed onward towards the capital city and they employed brutal tactics. This included espionage and deceit above all others. They had recently infiltrated the capital with a young man posing as a noble merchant, named David Mercordora, who was on route to the far eastern kingdom of Tylarenda after a brief stay for the month
Daddy's BirthdayDaddy's Birthday by ~Sargoth
Daddy's Birthday
By: Roger Drugalis
Dev id: Sargoth
It was another bitter spring day in Frosternesse, the capital of Frostguarde. Gray clouds oppressed the heavens, only letting in thin beams of heavenly sunshine through to greet the city. It was always like this around this time of year, the cleansing spring showers would soon sweep the lingering decay of winter from the lands. The dreary sky, however, did not dampen the spirits of little Felicity Newmynn as she skipped merrily down Neglorus Lane. It was a somewhat rough area of the city for a little girl of eight to be alone in, but Felicity had been born and raised in these cruel,
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