Sol And Aquara Short Story

A woman watched me with sympathetic anger, as though she in no way approved of this kind of treatment. However, she did not speak.(pg.44)

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

I was helpless and powerless, I could not provide counsel. I couldn’t provide help for my lady, it is times like this when it she needed her family or counsel. I was the closest thing she had left and I failed in my duties to care for her.

“Madam backed up a step… ‘ Stay away from me,’ she said. ‘Get back to the kitchen’... She swallowed hard. Her hands quivered… Madam ran upstairs, screaming like a house afire.”

The blood freezes in her vains. Her whole body freezes in shock as she could feel the barrel of a pistol against the back of her head. Hearing at the same time that significant sing-song voice. She holds her breath, it feels like her heart stops beating. The disbelieve and shock in her mistress´ eyes and the fear on the face of her son are making it even worse.

nerves and bring her to a state where she would agree to anything to make it stop.

The clouds were gray, and the sun was no longer shining. Even the colors seem to have gotten darker than what Xantho had remembered. Everything seemed different. It was harder to sleep, hearing all the fallen thumps and screams of the deceased knights. Nothing seemed to be right, and it didn’t seem like it would be for a very long time. The war outside her home kept raging on.

Sleep is elusive, only gracing her with shuteye after hours of tossing and turning. When the rays of sunlight trickle into her tent, she rolls onto her stomach and closes her eyes with the hopes of dozing off. The rest of the camp is awake and bustling, dashing her plan to rest her eyes once more. With an angry huff, she rouses herself, gathers her clothes and sleeping bag and stuffs them into her

Her heart was pounding, her head was racing. She looked around; where was she? Then she remembered the super bright light and the darkness, and she tried to remember if she knew where she was.

The words pierced my ears like a dagger. I felt like yelling at her but I knew if I did I would get into major trouble. The frustration of trying to express what I felt and not get slapped or grounded and of having to hear something like this, caused my eyes to become red and watery. So instead of showing my true emotions and yelling at her, or showing weakness and crying, I held back my tears and fought back.

Sollux was also a demon; a yellow-eyed demon, to be specific. That always amused the Captor though, due to the fact that his eyes were not yellow; but red and blue. There was an absense of pupils and irises, giving him an almost blind look, but the electricity that ran in his eyeballs gave away the fact that he was a demon. No matter, though. Anyone who would be able to tell that Sollux was a demon would almost immedietly die of internal bleeding. Due to the yellow-eyed demon, of course. Causing internal bleeding with merely a snap of the fingers wasn't his only power though, oh no. If you thought that, you are beyond wrong. He can make and manipulate flame, electricity (which in fact, emits from his eyes) and wind. Possessing humans was also a part of the list of powers that he containes, along with manipulating deams in order to communicate with people and teleportation.

I tried to force myself to be calm. ‘What is it that you want?’ I asked him coldly. I knew I was over reacting but I didn’t care, he was the only one who I could take my anger out on, though by looking at his darkening

Pushing a few unruly strands of dark hair away from his eyes, Noctis slipped his legs gently out from beneath Prompto's body and sat on the edge of the bed. He waited, for a moment, then carefully rose. His legs throb dully with each step, demanding he return to bed, but Noctis ignored it; instead, moving stiffly towards the bedroom door; to his muddy boots. And while he shoved them on, he glanced at Ignis and Gladio; both were lost to the sweet oblivion of sleep that evaded Noctis tonight.

As the early morning stretched toward noon, the beautiful dark haired, Luna Griffin, sat in the kitchen yard of the Southern castle, the section of Grimland that was on one side very dark and on the other side very green, with a bowl of peaches and a sharp, thin knife. The juices gushed over her hands and clothing with each pit that she removed. She’d finally reached the last peach when a large cloud of green smoke burst from the woods in the distance. A sharp pain in her stomach twisted at the same instance. It mirrored the pain she’d felt the very morning of the Prince’s Glass Slipper Ball and the pain she’d felt when she turned fifteen and every birthday before that since she was ten years old. It came more often and more often and erratically

Two hours escaped without notice, however it felt like centuries for the girl. She never fell into sleep again. The first weak rays of light penetrate the dark sky signaling the approach of dawn. The sun had just broken the horizon and then peeked over. The dark sky was now tainted with a mixture of yellow and orange. As the sun gradually ascended, the room was lit up, bring a sense of life. Although, the girl was not in the sunshine, the warm light of nature's own coloring lit up her eyes and gave a bright flush to her cheeks, and deep red to her lips. The sunshine was a make-up artist who helped the girl look much