Short Story : The Story Of The Night '

Terra squealed fearfully. “Conflict!” She then slammed her head into the table so hard that even Harkens

"You dare fight against us?" the cold voices hissed, their accents harsher than ever. Kate assisted the Moon Maiden in fighting the urge to sink to her knees as the throbbing in her head became

“You care about this one?” She looked surprised. None of the others would have gotten me rebel against her. I would always kill for her, with no hesitation.

Those words caused her to hesitate. He knew it was futile to stop her. If she tried to do anything but shoot him or herself, it would result in the death of both of them. The guards around them insured that. And he knew she wouldn’t shoot him.

Quickly night comes, after a full day of traveling towards their next destination which was a small village only a few miles away from Jason’s barn. As they begin to set up camp for the night the moon begins to rise lighting up the area just enough so Jason and Rose are able to see. After completing their shelter they had started to roast some food over an open fire, as Jason began eating his food he started to think about his home again. Even though he had only been gone for a day he missed the place, the fresh air, the open plains, the green grass, and everything else he missed home. Where he was safe and secure, but now he wasn’t, now he was in the open danger lurking everywhere and everyplace he hated it, he feared it! A few hours later,

“You’re all idiots, you’re all going to die.” The man said. “You think you can come here and attack Rosina for no reason.”

I wailed in agony, all the pain, betrayal, misery and suffering in the past year was unbearable. It had to have a happy ending. It had to. It has to. This was my last thought as my eyes closed and I slipped into

Ava snorted. “Titans are so impatient, yet so slow.” Greer appeared over her shoulder and scanned the ghost.

The sounds of trumpeting heard in the distance, signaled the arrival of Tresval’s reinforcements but they were at least fifteen minutes from the battlefield. General Cross, hoping to stave off their probable annihilation for at least that much time, shouted out his orders to his men to target the demon god. Their swords did nothing and their vault of arrows only made Vilgoth laugh, to gleefully swing his sword, vanquishing anyone it touched. Vilgoth held up his hand and the ground began to shake, throwing men high into the air, disintegrating them. He grabbed General Cross and threw him to the ground. “You are the General of this excuse of an army? If you had knelt, you would have lived. I am a merciful god.”

Both Shinon and Gatrie understood the unsaid message... The will die by their hands if they can't knock her out.

“Don’t you know Thessalia? The sentries spoted a ship! You have to get ready for battle!” Chloe said.

In addition, in the second paragraph we are enlightened by these words, “He watched her while she slept as though he and she never lived together as man and wife,” this text allows us to see the true emotion behind Gabriel. When we go through an almost impossible challenge as human beings we tend to deflect our true thoughts and feelings; we begin trying to push the feelings of loss, failure, defeat, regret so far down sometimes

“Forget it. There are more than enough Sigils here. Both of you take all you can and bring them to the troops.” Max told her.

“You haven't gotten your latest yet,” Theo pointed out. No one seemed to be paying attention to him. “She was taken by the Satori and-”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.