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The BeginningIn the beginning, there was one land among many people. Isthorin was an ideal utopia, striving every day for perfection among the ill will of the handful of people who did not understand.
It was in a literal sense an impossible utopia, as things went forward. Magic was being left behind for science, but still people needed magic. The old gods were falling out of favour with those who walked forward with science in their minds and hearts, but remained deeply ingrained in the lives of those who fought off the temptation of scientific discovery. Ancient Houses divided on opinion.
People struggled to find balance between families, but there was none to be had. As each new discovery came to light, more people could not rectify their differences. Differences in opinion turned to arguments to fights to wars and finally to the Wall.
The Wall is a misnomer, it is two walls, both surrounding an invisible border, both holding in and keeping out. Uqa and Askein were born of desperation. Eac
Scientists shouldn't Write PoemsNaja, your skin is as soft as the the saliva excretions from the Bombyx mori,
Your skin as brown as the water in the lake I used to swim in (it's diseased now, so I stopped swimming there),
Your eyes as pale as the mutates rabbit I grew last year It's still alive somewhere, don't touch it, please
Your lips are always plump, like you are having a mild allergic reaction.
Your face is always so serious, when you think I'm not looking,
I wonder if we think of the same things?
I think of you often as I can, but mostly I think of the place where you sleep.
You should really get more sleep, you need 7-9 hours provided that you are really an adult human. I'm still waiting on the blood sample you gave me, it should be ready later today.
Oh Naja, you make my brain melt but only figuratively, because we would both be in trouble if I had cerebral hemorrhaging
Order List for this week:
5 L of acid
10lbs of silk
More chicken for the break room.
Opps, shouldn't have written on this paper, s
Oone and EddieOona, the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing. Her fair blonde hair was that of her mother's, her tail that of her father's, her ears somewhere in between. A delicate girl, she was shy like her mother, but fiercely protective like her father.
She had been raised in the flock of sheep that was her main family, her father with his own pack, her parents circling back and forth, hungry for each other. How they had fallen in love was always hotly debated between the pair of them and their families. Surprisingly the wolves and the sheep got along well enough - but maybe it was Oona's doing, with big innocent eyes that seemed to dare the world to hate her.
Modest was a good way to describe her. Even being around the rowdy wolves she often found herself unsure of herself. Outwardly she was her mother's child, but inwardly she had her father's bravery.
No, not inwardly - online. She was an avid blogger with many, many followers, but she was only brave when she could take her time to find
One Soul. Two Paths.I know, I know
That our paths diverge;
I'm sick and sick
Straight to my breaking heart.
I wish, I wish
I couldn't see our futures;
I want and want
To share my future with you.
You speak, you speak,
With strange words and cadence;
You call and call
My name when I'm far away.
We share, we share
A heart beat's dance;
We crave and crave
More than softly spoken words.
We know, we know
We're bad for one another;
We try and try
To live in this perfect moment.
We ache, we ache
To hold our love tightly;
We regret and regret
Sharing a soul that must part
Naja's First SnowNaja stepped cross the snowy rocks with only slight hesitation. She was afraid of the snow, it was new and strange. Her dark skin had never been subjected to the harsh cold of the Northern provinces.
She wanted to turn back, knew that she should, but she was driven by her visions. She mouthed sacred oaths under her breath, in the ancient language of the Sirh people. She could see the violet words in front of her, the magic working over her.
The Sirh who were given sight beyond sight took the oath in their youth. To never interfere with what they had seen in their visions.
It was too much for Naja to handle though, she had seen more than just a single heart ache or the death of a family. She had seen the deaths of two countries, still at war as they had been since long before Naja's past lives could remember. Her future ones still saw the war as it was, but she wanted to change that. She needed to.
The wall was shorter here, in the north. The mountains and the snow made work impossible.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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