elpmip

Sometimes I wish the world would just be quiet. Completely, beautifully quiet. I do not mean I do not like noise. I love it. I love the way music (the old kind, not the new stuff that sung from the lips of cute boys) reaches deep into your body and takes hold. I love the laughter bubbling from people’s chest to be belted out in a moment of complete happiness. I even love sobs; they let me know that people still feel something. But I want the world to be quiet. A moment, a minute, a month of quiet in which I do not have to hear anything anymore. To me, that would be beautiful. To have the world stand still, unified in absolute silence,

The trek through the mountains’ forest was easier now than before Soren had arrived. After convincing Fallon to approach the barrier one last time, they were able to continue their journey. Soren offered to carry the blankets that Fallon had fashioned into a pack, but she stubbornly refused, determined to prove to herself that she was not as weak as she believed. As they walked on invisible paths through the forest, Lilth bounced along next to the Elf, babbling a river of questions. “Is the Fortress of Stone big?” Soren gave her a thin-lipped smile. “Yes, very.” “Is it far away?” “Not really. With

Nothing short of a divine sign from the Moon could have made Fallon move another inch if Lilth had not been there. The forest was a bright display sights, sounds and even smells, yet all Fallon could see was the distance set before her. They had begun their travels before the Sun had risen. Fallon had managed to use her magic to get them beyond the first few mountains, but she felt her power drawn from her soon enough. It was the wards of the forest, she was sure. So, since hour after dawn, they had been walking. It was not easy, as the forest had many rocks and thorns that became stuck in Fallon’s feet through the pitiful excuse for sho

I’m suffering, you know. I’m screaming, you know. You’re choking me, you know. You’re burning me, you know. You’re drowning me, you know. You’re piercing me, you know. I’m breaking, you know. I’m crumbling, you know. I’m cracking, you know. I’m falling apart, you know. You’re using me, you know. You’re abusing me, you know. As I choke and burn, As I drown and bleed, You know. You’re hurting me. But you pretend don’t. You’re still suffocating and razing and swamping and wounding me. And you pretend you don’t. It’s a matter of

The Sun slowly rose, its light peeking out from between the Twin Peaks of the Arx Mountains. The orange glow cast a shadow on the two mountains, the highest of the mountain range. The thickly wooded forest was quietly coming to life with the noises of birds awakening in their nests. A wispy fog that had collected in the night slowly began to dissipate. Its towers rearing high above the canopy of the surrounding forest, the Fortress of Stone allowed its Lord an extraordinary look at the break of day. Arminius’s thin lips lifted into a smile as a robin alighted upon his window sill. He gently nodded his head to his right. The bird flew of

Pleas for mercy stab The red night’s air. Calling for the pity they lacked. High atop our golden pedestals we stood. Our heads could have grazed the clouds. We’ve fallen, fallen. Now we’re sinking, clutching at the day As our world fades to night. We’ve fallen, fallen. We polluted the paradise we had. Lusting after luxury. We’ve fallen, fallen. Darkness descends. Eating at the wretched. We’ve fallen, fallen. We shed the tears For that which we did not need. We’ve fallen, fallen. We ignored the silver For the gold, chasing. We’ve fallen, fallen. Saddened faces look down upon us, Vo

Fallon grumbled and cursed at the Sun. They had cleared the plains and hills to the south and east of the Ancient Forest by nightfall with the use of Fallon’s magic. Now Fallon and Lilth stood at the base of a small mountain. This particular mountain was covered with trees and other foliage, as were the mountains surrounding it. However, Fallon knew that the mountains in this area were made of a smoky-colored rock and the flora was merely a covering. It was because of this that Fallon found it such a depressing place, even in her youth. The brightness of the trees and the colors of the flowers meant nothing, for they concealed the uglin