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Chapter 6 - Out of the Ice Tray, Into the Fire“You had better not be a blood mage!” Aed said looking at the confused man.
“Me? A blood mage? Ew. Do you think I could handle the steams of blood gushing out of my… Ew! No!” the mage said with complete disgust on his face. Of course, after his little explanation everyone in the group had a similar expression.
“Great… Just what we needed in the morning.” Ewan sighed. “Who are you?”
“I’m Knoll of the Mages’ Collective!” he said with a bow. Ewan looked at Gem, who nodded.
The mage was short, almost elf-height. He seemed to be around the age of thirty. He had brown hair, brown eyes and carried a rather odd looking staff. One side had a blade on it, while the other showed the moon, possibly made out of silver. While he was short and didn’t seem very dangerous, but there was something intimidating about him. His Tevinter bloodline made him look more powerful than any of the three mages in the party.
Chapter 5 - A new companion"Do you think it was a good idea to leave her there alone?" Ewan asked his two companions.
"We don't need her to slow us down." Came the answer from Aed.
"She needs to grow up. If she can't get help on her own, she'll never become independent." Evarist nodded.
The two brothers looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, sighed and nodded. They had to agree, Sylverin was still too dependent on them and others. While it was her idea to leave, she would not have done it if nobody wanted to go with her.
"All right, where to then?" Aed looked around as they left the Alienage and Ewan pointed towards the Chantry.
"Let's look at the Chanter's Board. We might find something of interest there and we could certainly do with the coin." The other two nodded.
"Isn't that what the brat is doing right now?" Aed asked reading the second entry on the board.
"It is! And they are offering quite a lot of gold for it. Then, we don't need to do anything!" Ewan said as he began to walk away, but Evarist cau
You draw, I writeYou colour, I describe;
You draw, I write.
We are artists
In separate arts.
But that difference brings us close,
When I write flower, you create a rose.
From letters, words, sentences and rhymes;
You make lines, poses, landscapes and still lifes.
And though our ways are so different,
Our interests are the same.
When I say Dragon,
You add Age.
We both love Disney,
The Princess Bride,
Kitties and fluffy animals.
We are children deep inside.
And though you colour, I describe;
And while you draw, I simply write.
We are artists in separate arts.
Yet a great friendship bonds our hearts.
Hush, hush baby loveHush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
A warm embrace, a sweet kiss
Holding you kindly
Sweet little child,
No need to cry.
I'll give you my love,
Take your bad dreams away.
No thunder will come,
No shadow can harm you.
The darkness runs from
This candle light.
Hush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
Chapter 4 - The AlienageSylverin moved slowly behind Ewan. "That looks troubling."
"Just stay calm." Evarist said as he stood beside them.
The Templars walked up to them.
"We are looking for three apostate mages, matching the description of them." One of them said to Evarist pointing at his three companions while the other two decided it would be a good idea to keep an eye on them.
"This girl is from the Alienage. We asked her help for some local information. My two mage companions and myself are on official business, investigating the happenings in the orphanage." Evarist explained the situation. It was true that while Ewan and Aed had their staff with them, Sylverin could easily pass for a simple elf. Surrounded by mages, nobody would be able to feel her magical powers. The mage trio had to keep a straight face, but they were all shocked at how simple it was for the Templar to lie.
The lead Templar seemed to think about this for a second. He wasn't sure if what he was told was the exact truth, b
Chapter 3 - Secrets and LiesEwan was the one to make the choice again. Who knows when he became the mental leader of the group?
"Well, as Jowan owes us, we could just simply go to him and ask for him for supplies, while we are at it. The Chanter's board can wait Or, Ser Templar can go to the Chanter's board, while we talk to Jowan. Less worries then."
"Nice try. As if I'd let you walk into a maleficar's house without a Templar." Evarist answered shaking his head. The three mages rolled their eyes. They had asked Jowan and he said he wasn't a blood mage. Of course, they also thought that their friend wasn't smart enough to learn the forbidden art. That's why they helped him.
"All right. Any idea where he is?" Ewan asked, but they all looked absolutely clueless.
"Let's think this out logically: He is an apostate mage, hiding in the capital with his wife. He probably doesn't have a lot of money and he can't show his talents to anyone. He can't do proper physical work, but knowing him, that would be his choice
Chapter 2 - On the RoadAfter a couple of minutes of a staring contest between Sylverin, Aed and Ser Barandt, Ewan finally asked the question.
"How should we decide where to go then?"
"We could toss a coin..." Aed answered
Sylverin looked at him as if he were an idiot. "A three-sided coin?"
"Or a none-existent one..." Ewan added. "We have no money..."
"What? I thought you had some?" Sylverin asked shocked.
"Yes, it's in the river..."
"Well, that is great. We are off to a good start then. What now?"
"Ser Barandt, you don't happen to have any money on you, do you?" Ewan asked carefully.
"Not nearly enough for four people." he answered.
"Okay... Well... What if we sold our mage robes and got something more comfortable. We could get good money for them and we wouldn't get too much attention in normal clothes." Aed offered.
"We'd still have our staffs with us." Ewan shook his head.
"You would. I'm completely fine without a staff. It's much easier to control mana without it." Sylverin said simply. "My st
Chapter 1 - Escape"Quiet!" one of them hissed.
"You are the loud one!" came the angry answer.
"It's too dark! I bumped into something!"
"Maybe it was the skeleton..."
"What?! No! I told you I don't want to be here!"
"Shut up both of you! Wait with arguing until we are far away from the templars." Ewan whispered. "We are almost at the sewers."
"I hope you are right about these sewers..." Aed whispered to the little mage leading them. The girl just sighed.
"Anders said it leads right next to the river at Gherlen's Pass. He managed to escape this way, I'm sure we'll manage too." she answered quietly. Of course she wasn't sure about this. Anders' tales were sometimes too colourful to believe. But it was worth a try.
"Great. So now we're gonna get all smelly and disgusting and then we'll get completely wet too."
"No. It leads next to the river. Not into it. We can wash ourselves properly once we are out." she was losing her patience.
"Let's hope Anders wasn't lying about it."
Missing youMissing seeing those sunsets together,
Watching the colourful sky.
Holding your hand, it's been almost forever,
But you are still mine.
Missing seeing your smile in person,
Only the pictures remain.
My heart-ache for you slowly worsen,
It is hard to bear the pain.
Missing your beautiful blue eyes,
Your lovely smile.
Hugging you under the light of the sunrise,
It has been a while.
My heart is missing you,
I am still loving you dearly.
Laughing again, just us two,
I am longing for you.
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
TnM- del odio al amor solo hay un pasoTnM- del odio al amor solo hay un paso
Fred: Thomas porque quieres enamora a mi prima
Thomas: Fred la amo aún ella no me conozca yo la amo
Fred: bueno Thomas solo te aviso no la hagas daño por favor
Thomas: no te preocupes no la haré daño nunca
Un Romance o más o menos...
Marie: me puedes dejar de seguir por favor
Thomas: no hasta que admites que estás enamorada de mi
Marie: eso nunca
Jazz: pero Marie porque no te acercas a él no es malo
Marie: eso parece pero después te rompe el corazón
Jazz: Marie solo porque te rompieron el corazón dos veces no signifique que todo son así
Marie: no es verdad a mi primero me ilusionaron después me rompieron el corazón después me engañaron
Marie: porque me hace esto todos *con lagrimas en los ojos*
Marie: Lucas mi amor y que hacemos hoy?
Lucas: Marie necesitamos hablar
Marie: de que amor
Lucas: creo que tene
Sleeping VolcanoWhen you kiss me
thousand little needles
pierce my skin
delight and pain
both burning calmly
like sleeping volcano
slowly consumed by
heat and fire
and I bleed
poison and nectar
embraced by your need
and even if
we grow distant and old
fire burns out and lava turns to stone
my blood keeps
screaming for your lips
Kiss of DeathBlue butterflies leading the way
Through the dark forest.
Whispers following me
In the blackness.
I want to find him,
Embrace him one last time.
Even though it's been years
He has remained in my heart.
White moonlight shows his path,
Blue butterflies joined with red ones.
Our colours: life and death combined;
I can find him this time.
My last trip, my final choice:
It's all for a kiss.
His last words, his lovely voice
Still rings in my ears.
Soft laughter, I hear behind me.
I recognise it!
As soon as I turn around,
His beautiful face I see.
Little I know of this illusion
I don't want reality.
I embrace his cold body
And a kiss of death we share.
Now we are together
As red and blue butterflies.
Flying through the dark forest
Just us in the silence.
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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