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TLoS 66: Legion's Termoil prt1Cynder stuggled furiously, a terrified look in her face. She was using all her strength, but she was barely able to keep the collar away from her neck by an inch or two; a distance slowly being shortened by a determined and vengeful Nighthshade.
"Help!" She screamed.
"Don't worry..." Nightshade hissed sadisticly. "You'll come to like it... hopefully."
"No!" Cynder cried, pushing back, but feeling her legs grow fatigued and shake with exhaustioned. Was this how it was going to end?
"Get off her!" Ddraig shouted. "Please!" He tried to get up, but yelped as his scar tore further, and fell down again, panting heavily.
"Please don't do this..." Cynder sobbed. "No, please!"
But Nighthsade forced an almighty shove, and had it around her throat! All she had to do was buckle it, and it would be on her...
...But then, the world seemed to go mad. The ground began to rumble, which even distracted Nightshade.
"What?" Ddraig groaned. "What's going on? This part of the world doesn't get earthquakes."
TLoS LM 64: Ultimatums* * *
Cynder and Spyro, meanwhile, had been preparing themselves for the arrival. But not by making themselves presentable. Ddraig was very much aware of the posability that the Sekeolasian queen may try something, so he advised that they instead dress themselves in their armour.
...They'd just finished, and joined Ddraig, when the doors were opened by one of the palace guards.
Ddraig also didn't want to take any further risks, so he sent Eve to stay with Olivia (and her mother, who'd just been let out of hospital).
Then, the room had a very dangerous air, as Lady Nightshade arrived in the main hall, a disinterested and annoyed look on her face.
"Alright Ddraig..." She spat. "Let's get this over with..."
"Only my friends call me Ddraig..." He replied. "You, call me Lord Ddraigtanto, Lady Nightshade."
"Fine, whatever!" She growled, following him into the dining room, where the negotiations would be held. But not before making a very delibe
TLoS LM 63: Puppet Strings...* * *
For two days, the world was quiet. Ddraig had received Nightshade's letter already, and was simply waiting for her arrival. However, he was also waiting for his guard, who was supposed to ensure he didn't break curfew...
The atmosphere in the Ixeniejir household was... tense. Cynder, although ready to face her mother if tings turned ugly, she was still nervous, and slightly scared.
Ddraig (in between trying to stop Cynder worrying) was also worried. This was a major gamble. So many things could go wrong; the consequences of which could be devastating.
Nightshade should be arriving any moment now, he was just waiting for the envoy to knock on the door, and announce the queen's arrival.
...Then the gate bell rang, and Ddraig sprung to attention. Was she here already!?! Hurriedly, the black dragon ran to the front door, and looked at the buzzer window. But, it wasn't the envoy.
"Erm... Hello?" Came a familiar human voice, Ddraig placed a claw
E'sS 31: The Happy Ending Prt2* * *
We return to this final chapter, we're we left it. Ddraig (trembling slightly) walked silently down the corridor, and into Eve's bedroom...
There, he sat a few feet away from her bed, watching her precious form rise and fall softly as she slept. This little gem was a treasure to see, and as he watched over her, Ddraig suddenly felt a sense of pride well up inside him.
"I've raised her..." Ddraig thought to himself. "The only reason she's here is because of me. Eve, oh, my precious Eve, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me..."
It was the first time Ddraig had considered Eve 'precious' and it further enforced his belief of his feelings towards her. He couldn't help but feel a smile creep across the width of his face. She was a treasure in her own right, far more valueable than any material good Ddraig would ever have in his life; and this beautiful girl enriched his life, and he knew it.
It was like Ddraig was possesed; he'd never felt t
TLoS LM 61: Family Reunion...* * *
Meanwhile, back at the Ixeniejir household, Ddraig was sick with worry...
Cynder had flown off in anger, and Ddraig (after being firmly reminded by Eve) had soon realized why she was so angry.
Legion's deathday was tomorrow, and he'd completely forgotten! He felt so stupid! And he couldn't really go out to look for her, because of his curfew.
Then, just as Ddraig's worries grew unbearable, he heard a flapping of wings outside...
* * *
Cynder sighed as she landed outside. She felt bad for being rude to Ddraig. It wasn't his fault that Nightshade had killed Legion; and it wasn't his fault that she was her mother. Her heart felt heavy, she had an apology to make...
She was soaked by the rain, as it had poured down relentlessly since she was grieving for Legion. Again, she sighed as she knocked on the large oak double doors.
The doors were hastily pulled open in record time by Ddraig, who saw her looking sadly at him, a h
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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