“Jade? Jade, wake up.” Jade groaned at the name and slowly opened her eyes. “Come on, sweetie, wake up.”
The Red Dawn will only appear in the most dire of circumstances. It was Mother Nature's way of saying we have destroyed the planet and she will make it anew. The only ones to survive were the people with pure hearts. Those with impure will become part of nature. They will become what their true souls appear to be. If the soul is too impure, they will become nothing. They will be the dust in the air, the wind in the leaves. They will show as nothing, but they will be useful for Mother Nature does not want no one to be useless. Mother Nature does not want harm to come to the earth more than what humans have already done. She will reintroduce those extinct species that are critical to helping the earth heal, not those will harm the ecosystems already thriving without them.
The siren’s melody had her in a trance for as long as she’s laid eyes on the sea. It was love at first sight. The vastness, the mystery below the reflection of the setting sun; it was all so tantalizing to her fixed state within the boardwalk’s diner. Her senses craved every sensation the sea promised her, the very sight of the rolling waves seemed to beckon to her. She would catch herself staring and longing for the waves, for the sea salt to spray in her face, the wind to card it’s fingers through her hair and tousle it like a lover; until an irritated tone would disrupt her reverie.
With Leo doing the reanimating thing in the basement; I’m left with some time to work in peace. Once the elevator hits the landing on Leo’s floor I’ve already got a checklist of things that I want to get done. I’m not always in the mood to put my nose to the grind stone, but when I do get down to it I don’t do half measures.
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Trevan spotted the man easily when he stepped foot into the tavern despite the smoke from the many pipes and tallow candles. The man wore expensive black leather armor with sparkling metal studs, two gold hoops in each of his ears, and a ruby the size of a robin's egg set in a ring on one of his fingers. Even though he flaunted his wealth openly, not a single one of the many cutthroats and thieves in the dingy roadside tavern made even the slightest move towards the man.
A male warrior ran through the trees, thinking he could escape in the open field on the edge of the woods. He could still hear her haunting words running through his head, sending chills down his spine. She was, in her own way, torturing him by making him run for his life, and he knew it all too well. It was then that he started to wish for another chance, a chance to change how he had treated her. His lies and eventual betrayals were what put him in this desperate spot. He could see the field just a short distance away, and he felt that he at least had a chance now. The forest and the trees were her domain, so getting to an open area would give him a chance for escape. His only worry was that she was gaining on him, and fast. The trees overhead shook as a shadow flew over the warrior. Just as he had run out into the open, his pursuer leaped out of the trees and landed nimbly in front of him.