Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 3It was a curse, I remember.Like, an actual legit curse. It's not our fault we get lazer'd by Draen's left and right (at least mostly not our fault), I mean, someone actually pronounced in a witchy voice that "you gon' die."I learned the story shortly after Milan's dad told me about my dad's death. I have to say, Milan's dad is a pretty good storyteller. He told me about Fanias and their relation to my father's death.Fanias are female mages that exist to teach the people lessons in goodness. They still exist today, but they're pretty rare and love to exist in hidden places. They're supposedly quite pretty, but I can't confirm that since I haven't actually, you know, seen one yet. They dabble in prophecy, wind magic, and heal the surrounding land with earth magic, and also concealing magic to hide themselves. Uh, and they also have golden eyes. I think.Their power stems from the symbiotic relationship between them and this golden bird. The golden feathers are naturally infused with m
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 2Wow, I knew you weren't amazing at magic, but... heh...Oh, shut up! Just because I'm a girl -like you- doesn't mean that I have to be good at everything!Mm, but if I remember correctly, I remember you saying that you could color a tile- simplest of magic- without coloring your whole head of hair like that also~ Although, it does look... interesting...Oh, shut up! You're suck a prick sometimes. I can do magic- it- it's just that I'm not feeling it today...!Oh, really. Alexandria, I bet you're no better than your father when it comes to magic. That Draen that beat him probably wasn't even that strong- if you're that self-proclaimed hero you say you are, why don't you go, hmm?...Grr! That's enough! I'll show you!Huh? How would you- you don't mean you'd actually- wait, Alex-You don't just insult my family like that! You'll see, I'll return with that scale!N- No, I didn't mean it like- oh, no. It's dangerous...! Please...! It was that argument.Not quite sure how I managed t
KH3D: Listen to music? (Translation)Sora.-((Sora.))Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais...-((I do not know why, but...))Il est très... génial.-((He is very... Great.))Il est sympa, il est gentil. Il n'est pas très intelligent, mais il adore ses amis, et ce amour il rend fort.-((He is nice, he is kind. He is not too intelligent, but he loves his friends, and his heart makes him strong.))Ah : Désole. Qui suis-je ?-((Ah: Sorry. Who am I?))Je m'appelle Riku. Je suis un ami de Sora.-((My name is Riku. I am a friend of Sora.))Je suis très grand et fort, et peut-être mignon, trop, mais le cœur de Sora est grand- pour moi, c'est pas vrai. -((I am very large and strong, and sometimes cute, too, but the heart of Sora is large- for me, that is not true.))<< Salut, Riku, comment ça va ? >>-(("Hi, Riku, how's it going?"))Sora ?-((Sora?))<< Riku !!! Est-ce que tu veux la glace ?! >>-(("Riku!!! Do you want ice-cream?!"))Alors... i
KH3D: Ecoutez de la Musique?((En anglais: there is no romance in this fic. It'd be almost impossible for me to write anything like that anyways, at my current fluency in French. It's just a friendship story, kinda. Heh. I don't even know what it is.))Sora.Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais...Il est très... génial.Il est sympa, il est gentil. Il n'est pas très intelligent, mais il adore ses amis, et ce amour il rend fort.Ah : Désole. Qui suis-je ?Je m'appelle Riku. Je suis un ami de Sora.Je suis très grand et fort, et peut-être mignon, trop, mais le cœur de Sora est grand- pour moi, c'est pas vrai. << Salut, Riku, comment ça va ? >>Sora ?<< Riku !!! Est-ce que tu veux la glace ?! >>Alors... il est pénible... quelquefois. Eh, peut-être... pas souvent... << Sora... ! Je dit. La glace ? Tu es sérieux ?- Mais oui ! J'aime la glace, et toi ?-Sora... eh, D'accord. >>Il est un fr
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 1"Hee hee, you're so slow. Wake up already!"I could barely make out what the giggling male voice said because of the immense headache I had that was making the whole room buzz, which was distorting the sounds that came across my ears and attempting to turn them into some form of vocal spaghetti."Hehe~."Okay, I could hear that pretty clearly. Now, I couldn't see anything, but if I could make an educated guess, the way his girly laughter made me want to punch his face off probably meant he could only be one person. Because unless I was mistaken and my ears really did hear spaghetti, the person who was laughing their face off was probably Milan.Probably being 99.9 percent. And a half."You know, if you just, I don't know, opened your eyes, you'd know for sure who I was, right?"Okay, yeah, that was Milan. The smirking bastard knew everything about me- whether I told him or not. I swear he's read my mind multiple times, but then again, that'd be crazy, so I just go with the idea of him
EternityAugh. I lay my head on the desk, and made a fist and pounded it on my homework. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.When would I ever get a break? I mean, I knew that there were the weekends, which were plenty. But I usually procrastinated all though them, and ended up not really getting anything done. I was just so tired everyday, so sleepy, so not wanting to do actual work. I personally blamed it on the car accident, the one that made me not really do anything for nine whole days and killed my mile time. But really, I was the one procrastinating. Trying not to think about school.Trying not to think about life.As much as I hated it, I knew that one day I'd grow up. One day, I'd have to apply for colleges, get a job, get a life. Grow old, drink that gross porridge stuff my mom and my grandmother love, die. Or maybe even before that, I'd die because of some unnatural cause.As much as I wanted to stay with the current world, I knew that in a couple years, there'd be so many video
The things in lifeSing a song about life,About tranquility,Or of the power to fight,But not mercilessly.Give me strength to succeed,But make me kind as can be,In this world that I see,With my own eyes.Dance a dance about love,A sweet melody of,Or a fire step sing--ing with a burning tongue.Give me hope to believe,But make it realistically,In this world that I feel,With my own heart.Paint my life today,And we'll see what we get,Just a hint of regret,But a life well spent.See the things you create,In these beautiful shades,In a life that I need,To be a part of.
LovesickShe was sitting on a brown leather chair, homework in one hand, pencil in another. A glass of water sat in the cup holder that was within arm's reach. Every few seconds, she'd look up at the clock that was on the opposite wall.5:17 pm.5:18 pm.5:19 pm.Where was he?He said he would come in the afternoon. After he had visited a friend's, apparently.Her mother wasn't home, and the girl knew that she couldn't cook for the life of her, and didn't have the means to go shopping, so she was impatiently waiting for him to come back- if only to feed her with the food he promised he'd bring. To alleviate the hunger pangs she'd been having.But she knew that it was much more than that. And she knew that the hurt she felt wasn't from the hunger.She was desperate to meet him again. She couldn't wait any longer. The two were the best of friends, but she suspected that at least for her, it was a bit more. She tried to put the thoughts aside, but every time she reasoned that she w