Short Story

​Lawrence smiled broadly. “I’m glad you did.” He studied her face closely, noticing her brilliant blue eyes. “You look gorgeous. You’re even prettier now than you were then.”

“Oh?” He asked curiously. “I thought some of her abrasiveness had worn on. I suppose it was wrong. Although,” he paused for a moment, pushing off the railing to stand in front of me.

Rotheir soon followed in, poking his head with an upturned smile he tapped the woman on her shoulders. “Dana I know this is rather a long awaited reunion, but would you at least tell her who you are. I’m sure she’s as confused as you

"Are you a friend of Emily's?" I asked blankly, tilting my head a bit. She took a sharp, much needed, breathe of air. "Y-yes sir, please pardon the intrusion." She adopted a formal stance, which still looked strange with the jitteriness of her pose.

“Hey, at the time, I was new to the whole transmutation thing, so of course it’s gonna come out looking deformed the first couple of times!” Rysia puffed her checks out in

I nodded again. We sat in comfortable silence. She finally looked up from her lap and she looked as beautiful as ever. Her fluffy hair was a tangled mess and her face streamed with dried up tears.

"It is a bit strange, isn't it?" Her tone suddenly changed again, as if she suddenly remembered where we were, "During my coronation, I stayed here at the Tower. Just three years ago, and now see how I've changed…." She gazed off into a corner, returning to her memories.

“That’s different though, you’re naturally confident and bold. I’m not you.” I sighed and leaned back, trying to relax. I thought for a moment, looking up at the ceiling then back at Esther. “I’m going to go to Edwiss,” I said aloud, not even noticing how crazy I may have sounded.

“So what you’re telling me is I have...every power?” Phoenix asked again, still sitting there in shock as the ice continued to melt around him.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

Castiel fiddles with the zipper on his computer bag. The woman next to him huffs, then finally slides out of her seat when a gentleman gives her the space to enter the aisle. No one bothers to do the same for Castiel, but that’s fine. He’ll wait. The longer he can put this off, the better.

“Me?” I lowered my hand a smiled at her, innocent and pure as the driven snow.

It wasn’t’ much. The only protection from the elements was a blue plastic canopy. Propped up hastily with study metal shafts. The ends flapped wildly, as paramedics dressed in a neon orange jacket hurried in and out, hands constantly full with a stretcher. As we neared the makeshift hospital, a few of the ladies gasped softly at the bloody and bandaged bodies that quickly passed us by. Quickly and methodically, the dying was rushed in and the dead were removed.

“Well,” [ONE] spoke slowly, mapping out a plan in their mind. “Would you like to stay and chat?” The temperature dropped and they could feel emotions coming off in waves. [ONE] choked on a small gasp when he could see a faint outline of a person. The owner of the voice did not feel very happy.

"You really don't change do you?" She inquired as she looked around the room even more closely.