Sweetwolfgirl

    The young shadowy figure released a soft, yet annoyed sigh. His hand quickly wiping away a bead of sweat off of his brow. His light teal eyes scanned around the farming area for the rebel he knew as Elowiyona. She was by his side for more than a second ago! Elowiyona told him that she wanted to show him something special, so they went for a peaceful walk together. Along the way, they decided to help some of the farmers nearby and the woman suddenly vanished from his sight.    "Gah! Come on!" A familiar woman's voice shouted in frustration that ringed within the knight's ears. A cool, crisp autumn breeze gently blew against the maiden's

A pair of blue greenish eyes stared back at me as I stared into the mirror. My hand gently rested upon the crescent-like shaped scar upon my stomach. This is the scar that tells our story; A story of the impossible, The story of my survival. The hardships I had to overcome, changed my life forever. Another scar stabbed within my mind, unseen and unheard. Forever remaining till death. I've learned that you can never run away from your problems. I'll never be what society calls normal; "You're dumb!" No, I just don't understand it clearly, like you can... "You don't have ADD!" How do you know?...You're not me. "Attention Whore!" Shut up! Wh

The kingdom streets were flooded with people and business. 'Wow! I never seen so many people in the town before.', a woman around the age of seventeen thought to herself. She seemed to be wearing a long dark brown robe, long-sleeved black jacket, medium blue skirt, black legging, and brown heeled boots. Gently, she pulled back her robe's hood, revealing her long, light brown hair that covered parts of her face. "Damn hair...", she mumbled in annoyance as she pulled back her hair to make it into a ponytail and soon continued walking through the busy streets. Her violet eyes narrowed slightly, while listening to the faint whispers about the m

The room was filled with the aroma of the fresh pumpkin spice, burning from a nearby candle. The house was quiet, but voices could be heard from outside. A soft groan escaped my lips as my violet eyes stared at the open book in front of me. The pounding sensation within my head kept distracting me from my book and my stress over the fact wasn't making it easier. Annoyed, I set down the old book on the nightstand and pulled the blanket off of me. Carefully, I rose my body up and walked through the hallway, towards the kitchen. Within moments, I felt light-headed and my vision faded between light and darkness. I could feel my body swaying