Garren woke up to the faint smell of thực phẩm and yelling coming from downstairs. The sound of a door slamming rang through the house, and Garren slowly sat up, just in case his joints and wounds still ached. As he got to his feet, he checked how his body was doing. Surprised, nothing hurt, not even his cut.
Climbing downstairs, he found Kayleen sitting at a bàn near what looked like a kitchen, fuming mad. Once she noticed Garren, however, she put on a small smile.
"Afternoon, sleepy-head," she greeted. "You know, bạn snore REALLY loudly. Thought I'd never sleep."
"Sorry." Garren replied. "Nothing I can do about it though. Where's your sister? I heard arguing."
Kayleen blushed. "Sorry bạn had to hear that. Told her I needed to take bạn somewhere. She demanded to know where the hell bạn came from. That sort of thing."
"Well, even I don't know where I came from. What'd bạn tell her?" "That I had no clue. She didn't want a bum living here. Stormed out. Whatever."
"Sorry." Kayleen shrugged. "Things have never been the same between us after her parents died." Garren looked confused. "HER parents?" "Yeah, they took me in as a child. Never knew who my real parents were."
Garren looked overwhelmed. Why was she telling him all this so easily? Kayleen seemed to read his thoughts. "I feel like I can speak as if I've known bạn forever. Weird, huh?" Garren gave a slight nod. His stomach grumbled. "Got anything to eat?"
Kayleen almost rolled her eyes. "Didn't get the hint yesterday? We don't have the food." "Then what's that smell?" "Last night's feast."
Kayleen picked up a nearby piece of bánh mỳ, bánh mì and threw him it. "Eat that on the way."
Garren caught the bánh mỳ, bánh mì with ease. "Where are we going?"
"The forest again. There's a test bạn need to pass." She tossed him a sword in a sheath that she took from a case hidden under some hay. A plaque near the case read In memory of Aiden, our Công chúa tóc xù and foolish brother. A hero.
Garren caught the sword in his other hand. Without thinking, he tied the sword in it's sheath around his waist as if he had done it all his life. It felt balanced with him. "If I fail?"
Kayleen looked at him with something that showed...pity?
"Then I'll have to send back your dead body to your world. I'll explain everything on the way. Let's go."
Climbing downstairs, he found Kayleen sitting at a bàn near what looked like a kitchen, fuming mad. Once she noticed Garren, however, she put on a small smile.
"Afternoon, sleepy-head," she greeted. "You know, bạn snore REALLY loudly. Thought I'd never sleep."
"Sorry." Garren replied. "Nothing I can do about it though. Where's your sister? I heard arguing."
Kayleen blushed. "Sorry bạn had to hear that. Told her I needed to take bạn somewhere. She demanded to know where the hell bạn came from. That sort of thing."
"Well, even I don't know where I came from. What'd bạn tell her?" "That I had no clue. She didn't want a bum living here. Stormed out. Whatever."
"Sorry." Kayleen shrugged. "Things have never been the same between us after her parents died." Garren looked confused. "HER parents?" "Yeah, they took me in as a child. Never knew who my real parents were."
Garren looked overwhelmed. Why was she telling him all this so easily? Kayleen seemed to read his thoughts. "I feel like I can speak as if I've known bạn forever. Weird, huh?" Garren gave a slight nod. His stomach grumbled. "Got anything to eat?"
Kayleen almost rolled her eyes. "Didn't get the hint yesterday? We don't have the food." "Then what's that smell?" "Last night's feast."
Kayleen picked up a nearby piece of bánh mỳ, bánh mì and threw him it. "Eat that on the way."
Garren caught the bánh mỳ, bánh mì with ease. "Where are we going?"
"The forest again. There's a test bạn need to pass." She tossed him a sword in a sheath that she took from a case hidden under some hay. A plaque near the case read In memory of Aiden, our Công chúa tóc xù and foolish brother. A hero.
Garren caught the sword in his other hand. Without thinking, he tied the sword in it's sheath around his waist as if he had done it all his life. It felt balanced with him. "If I fail?"
Kayleen looked at him with something that showed...pity?
"Then I'll have to send back your dead body to your world. I'll explain everything on the way. Let's go."
The following poem was composed in spring 2011. It was originally đã đăng winter 2012 in the Những câu chuyện về rồng club here on Fanpop.
NIGHTFIRE
Winge beating,
Lungs heaving,
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling,
Nightmare
Incarnate.
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
NIGHTFIRE
Winge beating,
Lungs heaving,
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling,
Nightmare
Incarnate.
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
I'm so being myself
I am not anyone else
Besides me
I'm standing here
Look how much I've changed
I'm so stubborn
Never being someone else
Look at the sky
Look how the world has changed
Look how the people chatter about
Can't change me
Everyone's changed
Everything but me has changed
And the world still rotates everyday
No one's gonna make me
I'm a rockstar
I'm so powerful
I'm staying myself
No one's gonna replace me
The world has changed
But I'm not going to change
I'm just as great as I am
Right now
(Verse 1)
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting bạn to get out of my life
How long does it take for bạn to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for bạn to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for bạn to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
bạn didn't know what love
was till bạn met me
I bet bạn haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
hiển thị up in a màu hồng, hồng dress
waitin' for my tình yêu to address
I'm like come on
hoặc I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for bạn to leave me
for bạn to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting bạn to get out of my life
How long does it take for bạn to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for bạn to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for bạn to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
bạn didn't know what love
was till bạn met me
I bet bạn haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
hiển thị up in a màu hồng, hồng dress
waitin' for my tình yêu to address
I'm like come on
hoặc I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for bạn to leave me
for bạn to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his tim, trái tim started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his tim, trái tim started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
