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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.
Broken HeartbeatYou seem to break my heart beat into shorter syllables,
like every time I touch you,
It just gets
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I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
She Is PoetryShe speaks to me in sonnets
Sighing her similes
Angrily articulating her alliterations
and ranting her rhymes.
She mumbles her metaphors
Heaving heavily her haikus
Bickering her ballads
at my feeble free verse.
You really wanted a girl who wasn't me.I fell in
love with you or
not quite you,
because you said
you'd never love
sacrosanct perversionhe is
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my blue-flamed boy nova
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
blue-fire fervor and inferno
dearest penned don
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
ways I have failedscarling I believe
I knew our stars were faulted
The same way I knew that I couldn't stand them disarrayed
I wove you slowly
into my tendons
and I refuse any dimension that finds us ceasing
just pretend I am a man
and not a knot in your chest
I will pretend that I'm not gasping for breath
you are my barbed catalyst
that I refuse to release
I will proudly dress my wounds in the mirror
knowing that everything will be better than I was
there is no part of me undoctored
no words ungreened
and no fiber untorn
you were never just a prompt
but you were always more than my thin hands could manage
I always knew you would outgrow me
Twilight's Dream Falling,
Twas a dream
You in my sight,
Just your eyes,
Oh, the way
They strip me
Of my soul,
So that it be
My darling -
In the days
You caressed me
Falling for you,
Over you -
But twas just
miles to goi.
i am tired
of having nowhere to go after midnight,
when the skies are cloudiest,
and the streets are darkest.
there's a thirst in me
that desires a map for this twisted path of life;
it's too broken in places
to navigate alone.
goodbyes echo in my head as i step
off the train platform and onto the waiting car,
but i cannot concentrate, for fear
that i have boarded wrong.
so all i can ask
is for you to keep your arms open,
for it's the closest thing to home
that i have ever known.
you set my spine to knotting
with imperfect purl of wax.
clip collarbones to drain them
of their cabernet impacts.
your swishing wakes the levy
and grips teeth of the deceased.
churns salivating testaments
in infinite increase.
the twist of looms in chaos
and cartography dispersed.
fine lines in exit vectors
looping twice about the earth.
a curvature evolving
from unmeasured sect decree
that aggravates the dialect
of treasured lecturing.
a clash of fingerprinting with
a violet wild stare.
the genesis of ending
your litigated seraphim
bow fluid at the knee.
dissolve the body noted
by the crimson lettering.
oh lover suffer sweet with me
and lush make every reap.
we'll monument the dimming light
and lustre tourmaline
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.
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