ArranOfUrbaMagna

Dakota, Patrick and I walked along the hallway of the hospital. The air was light and we laughed as we looked back on the battle we had just won. It was a poorly organized assault and we beat the enemy back easily. I had led my bomber wing into the fray and Dakota took command of our fighters, meanwhile Patrick had handled our ground forces. Dakota put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey buddy! I had no idea you could fly like that!” He laughed. I couldn't help but laugh as well. “Neither did I, at least until the Illyrian Military discovered me. It also helps that I can link Psionically with my ship. Makes maneuvering a hell of

 The anger that Alex felt was something that he had never felt before. Silea was dead, and the Kesesh had killed her. His rage couldn't even be expressed with screaming or venting, or punching. It was a cold wrath. He spent that night alone. He stared out over the landscape of Illyria and felt nothing. When Patrick came in to check on him, he was wary. “Alex man. Are you alright?” He asked. Alex didn't respond immediately. He stared up at the stars. Patrick went on, “Come on man. Don't shut me out. Talk to me my brother.” Alex sighed. “All those worlds out there. Places I never even dreamed of. This planet. Thi

I watch as the wisps of cloud drift lazily across the blue sky. They are like white incarnations of how I feel. I am laying on the grass, enjoying the sunshine. I am not quite happy, but not quite sad either. The light is rather refreshing. I look down and watch a tiny caterpillar scurry along. I set my arm down and it timidly crawls onto my hand. I slowly lift my hand and watch it crawl along my hand. Its little furry legs tickle my fingers and my wrists. I set it back down and let it hurry away. I turn my face back to the sky and close my eyes. I am not tired, sleep would not come. Yet I can't muster the energy to stand. And I don't think

Everything around me seems painted red. I never thought it could scare me this much. It is such a common color. I see it every day. Never before had it done this to me. This is a darker red than I ever could have imagined. It is blood. But not just any blood. My blood. It flows in an impossibly large pool around me. Sudden realization amplifies the fear I already feel. I am going to die. And I cannot stop it. My red blood stains my arms and my clothes. Is this really happening? This can't be real. It isn't fair! I still have so much to do. There is a war to be won. Am I a casualty? My strength is rapidly leaving me. Just as the warm red

The field stretches endlessly before me. So beautiful and lush. I let the tall grass brush my fingertips as I move, as the tears flow. For what feels like years I've walked this field and the mountains beyond. Yet still, I can hardly say that I know them. For I have no one to share it with. I look around me and the same scene greets me as it always does. Thousands of people walk by me, and I cannot see one of them. They bustle about and hurry along, and none seem to see me either. I strive to see even one. One person that I can know and share this with. But no matter how hard I try, I can't make out any of them. They are nothing but shadow

After school, Jenna went to the one place she felt certain she might find Alex given what had happened. The cavern behind his uncle's house. It was where he had first met Serena, and Jenna herself for that matter. It was there he had first been attacked by elven mercenaries. It was where he had first unknowingly used magic, and it was where he had found his uncle Jared fatally wounded. It was a place of great sorrow for him and Jenna figured that he would be there. She could not believe that Serena had done that to him. How could she have chosen Alaren instead of Alex? Regardless, Jenna needed to make sure that Alex was okay. As she expecte