Michael had closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as Saronia would be killed.
Tears streamed down his face as he screamed in anger, pain, and sorrow.
He still hadn't opened his eyes. Listening was enough for him.
The sound of them hitting the ground made his stomach churn.
Could this be the end of his beloved Saronia??
Then he felt heavy breathing on his cheek and a cold nose nudging his neck.
"S- Saronia??" He whispered opening his eyes.
He looked up and saw a horse staring down at him.
In fact, she was alive!!
He was overjoyed as he realized that she was unharmed.
But his face quickly changed as he wondered about Doug.
Then Saronia moved out of his view, revealing Doug, lying on the ground.
A faca in his coração as he lay there, lifelessly. Laying in his own pool of blood.
Michael gagged and turned his head. "Oh my God."
"Did you do that??" He asked Saronia.
She shook her head, unknowing of what exactly done that.
"Hmm.." He looked around for a moment then felt the grip on his wrists and ankles loosening.
He looked and saw the dark magic disappearing.
He slid down the tree, sighing in relief.
Saronia lowered her head, rubbing it on Michael's cheek comfortingly.
"I'm glad your okay too." He said petting her.
Now how did that happen?? He wondered.
Then he gazed at Doug once more, noticing the knife.
Wait, that faca he had was black and dark purple..
Turns out he was paying great attention.
In fact, this was a different knife. It was a silver faca with a solid gold handle.
It had a magical glow to it. Saronia followed his gaze, and stared at the faca herself.
She slowly made her way to it.
"Saronia don't." Michael pleaded. But she didn't listen.
She grabbed the faca with her teeth and slowly took it out of his chest.
Michael couldn't believe it. What type of faca can stab someone but have no sign of blood on the blade?
None. Unless its magical, right?
Saronia set it down in-front of Michael and he picked it up, studying it.
Then it all came to him just from touching the knife.
Flashback
Doug and Saronia were in mid air, Doug having a faca of darkness aimed at her heart.
Then a bright white flash of light shone out of nowhere.
And a small fairy like creature grew into an angle of sort, penetrating his evil faca and taking the silver and gold faca into his heart. Then she vanished.
"It's magical..." Michael whispered. "That's it!!" He said standing up.
"A magical force killed him!! But who??" He started walking around.
Then he heard a crackling noise. He turned to Doug.
Doug started to vanish piece por piece.
Michael's eyes grew wide. Doug was completely gone as a flash of gold left silver, water like sprinkles falling from the sky.
But only over the area where his body was.
When the sprinkles stopped, many vibrant flores grew in that area.
Michael looked at Saronia, she at him.
"What have you gotten me into?" He asked.
She gave him a pleading look and ran off into the distance, escaping into the wooded area of Neverland.
A magical force?? Helping?? What kind of horse do I have??
Tears streamed down his face as he screamed in anger, pain, and sorrow.
He still hadn't opened his eyes. Listening was enough for him.
The sound of them hitting the ground made his stomach churn.
Could this be the end of his beloved Saronia??
Then he felt heavy breathing on his cheek and a cold nose nudging his neck.
"S- Saronia??" He whispered opening his eyes.
He looked up and saw a horse staring down at him.
In fact, she was alive!!
He was overjoyed as he realized that she was unharmed.
But his face quickly changed as he wondered about Doug.
Then Saronia moved out of his view, revealing Doug, lying on the ground.
A faca in his coração as he lay there, lifelessly. Laying in his own pool of blood.
Michael gagged and turned his head. "Oh my God."
"Did you do that??" He asked Saronia.
She shook her head, unknowing of what exactly done that.
"Hmm.." He looked around for a moment then felt the grip on his wrists and ankles loosening.
He looked and saw the dark magic disappearing.
He slid down the tree, sighing in relief.
Saronia lowered her head, rubbing it on Michael's cheek comfortingly.
"I'm glad your okay too." He said petting her.
Now how did that happen?? He wondered.
Then he gazed at Doug once more, noticing the knife.
Wait, that faca he had was black and dark purple..
Turns out he was paying great attention.
In fact, this was a different knife. It was a silver faca with a solid gold handle.
It had a magical glow to it. Saronia followed his gaze, and stared at the faca herself.
She slowly made her way to it.
"Saronia don't." Michael pleaded. But she didn't listen.
She grabbed the faca with her teeth and slowly took it out of his chest.
Michael couldn't believe it. What type of faca can stab someone but have no sign of blood on the blade?
None. Unless its magical, right?
Saronia set it down in-front of Michael and he picked it up, studying it.
Then it all came to him just from touching the knife.
Flashback
Doug and Saronia were in mid air, Doug having a faca of darkness aimed at her heart.
Then a bright white flash of light shone out of nowhere.
And a small fairy like creature grew into an angle of sort, penetrating his evil faca and taking the silver and gold faca into his heart. Then she vanished.
"It's magical..." Michael whispered. "That's it!!" He said standing up.
"A magical force killed him!! But who??" He started walking around.
Then he heard a crackling noise. He turned to Doug.
Doug started to vanish piece por piece.
Michael's eyes grew wide. Doug was completely gone as a flash of gold left silver, water like sprinkles falling from the sky.
But only over the area where his body was.
When the sprinkles stopped, many vibrant flores grew in that area.
Michael looked at Saronia, she at him.
"What have you gotten me into?" He asked.
She gave him a pleading look and ran off into the distance, escaping into the wooded area of Neverland.
A magical force?? Helping?? What kind of horse do I have??
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
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you know i think Michael really wanted to change the world. you can tell because of his songs like man in the mirror,heal the heal world,earth song,black or white,and they don't care about us. and it is so sad that he pasted and when i looked at the video they don't care about us i really started to cry becuase is was so happy to see all the people that loved him and saw him. i mean he was and still the king of pop. i mean Michael had kids,family, and fãs and Michael song you are not alone in so meaningful atfer his death. :( I amor YOU MICHAEL!!!
baixo note, treble, stereo control, how low you go
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
You feel I'm real
I'm everything you need, so tell me what's the deal
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two or three, when I reach I can go 'till I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
You feel I'm real
I'm everything you need, so tell me what's the deal
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two or three, when I reach I can go 'till I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what you say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
There were no albums bigger than Thriller and Bad, and Jackson seemed to be just entering his prime as an artist.
In hindsight, considering the astonishing heights he hit in the 1980s, maybe there was nowhere to go but down. On topo, início of the world profeessionally, his persional affairs increasingly came under the microscope and seemed to gradually bleed the life and vibrancy out of the mercurial artist.
The new decade sarted off with Jackson in the studio, recording his new album, Dangerous. Jackson had recently signed a 15-years, six-record deal with sony, and if the singer was able to deliver sales numbers comparable to what he posted in the 1980s, the deal was estimated to have an earing power of up to $1 billion.
Dangerous got off to a great start-it debuted at number one and quickly outpaced the sales of Bad.