She lie on the ground, brunette hair fanned out around her, black capa torn and marred. Silver moonlight filtered through the pine trees and cast itself on drops of dew.
Castellé couldn't say how long, for certain, that she'd been lying there, lips parted, gazing it the stars.
But it certainly wasn't, and would never truly be long enough.
The takeover was fast coming.
No one could stop it now. It had been long in the making.
All there was left to do was lay and wait for her time to come too. Just like those whom had gone before her.
Just like those already claimed por The Mystings.
They were a soulless bunch. Shrouded in robes of pure onyx that fluttered like silk in the wind, they were elegant...stunning, yet horrifying all at once. The Mystings had no faces...not ones of their own anyhow. They'd simply adapt the faces of animais and switch it up every day.
They had once been the sole inhabited of the Kingdom of Xyper. The only beings that roamed the vast woodland.
And soon they will be so again.
Man would fall first.
And soon after would fall dragon and griffin, elf and phoenix.
Every being except the Mystings.
As far as Castellé knew, she was the last of her kind. In just the first dia alone she'd seen castles collapse and empires fall.
She'd seen the crops in flames and the souls of man as the Mystings claimed them as their own...adding anew faces to their collection.
What a horrifying sight it was; to see a face twisted in such a grim and grotesque way as they watched their own soul exit their body--before they'd even left the world of the alive. To see it come out--drawn to a pearl covered hand--as a silvery trail of shining air.
Castellé longed to be one of those whom had already come to pass. At least they weren't alone when they died.
At least they didn't know what was going to happen...
Honestly Castellé didn't long to live either. She'd lost too much.
How do you stay alive in a world dying?
Castellé soon realized that you simply do not. And that was fine. Fine and good.
She'd just close her eyes and let herself pass.
She'd take herself before the Mystings could.
She'd die with a soul.
She drew out her dagger...
Castellé couldn't say how long, for certain, that she'd been lying there, lips parted, gazing it the stars.
But it certainly wasn't, and would never truly be long enough.
The takeover was fast coming.
No one could stop it now. It had been long in the making.
All there was left to do was lay and wait for her time to come too. Just like those whom had gone before her.
Just like those already claimed por The Mystings.
They were a soulless bunch. Shrouded in robes of pure onyx that fluttered like silk in the wind, they were elegant...stunning, yet horrifying all at once. The Mystings had no faces...not ones of their own anyhow. They'd simply adapt the faces of animais and switch it up every day.
They had once been the sole inhabited of the Kingdom of Xyper. The only beings that roamed the vast woodland.
And soon they will be so again.
Man would fall first.
And soon after would fall dragon and griffin, elf and phoenix.
Every being except the Mystings.
As far as Castellé knew, she was the last of her kind. In just the first dia alone she'd seen castles collapse and empires fall.
She'd seen the crops in flames and the souls of man as the Mystings claimed them as their own...adding anew faces to their collection.
What a horrifying sight it was; to see a face twisted in such a grim and grotesque way as they watched their own soul exit their body--before they'd even left the world of the alive. To see it come out--drawn to a pearl covered hand--as a silvery trail of shining air.
Castellé longed to be one of those whom had already come to pass. At least they weren't alone when they died.
At least they didn't know what was going to happen...
Honestly Castellé didn't long to live either. She'd lost too much.
How do you stay alive in a world dying?
Castellé soon realized that you simply do not. And that was fine. Fine and good.
She'd just close her eyes and let herself pass.
She'd take herself before the Mystings could.
She'd die with a soul.
She drew out her dagger...
Ariana is a diva and likes to have her way. she had a boyfriend but she got dumped because of her attitude. She is really nice but she never trusts anyone idk why...Oh and btw she's Aaliyah's Sister.
JoJo....The Sexy One......
JoJo is a nigga. But he has trust issues also because of his last gf Chyna. He also uses the word ma and nigga alot lml and hes Princetons brother. (In this story)
I know you guys are going to exspext sex. They might makeout but in the story they are 12 so they might cuss but aint no sex because they TOO DAMN YOUNG! pshh pervs...
My first dia of high school. I felt if I was going to burst! I have never been to high school and I wasn't gonna start now. I'd rather be início schooled than go through this! Then i started to think about leaving until my alarm clock rang i screeched NO! For the whole time. So life as I now it stopped now. Here. I was about to enter the big H. High School. I got dressed and left. Unhappy. Then I saw my friend crush Gabe. He said " Hey. So later me and my brother are going to the movies. Wanna come?," I felt my coração skip 100x. "Of course! I mean yeah sure sounds like fun, what time," I say making up for my nervous behavior. " 7. So don't be late," He said. I just shake my head before saying something stupid. So I walk in the school jumping.
You sit there and call me names
But you never try to get to know me.
You make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like you do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do you treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated you wrong,
So why do you hurt me this way?
Did i insult you in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause you treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do you treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do you do it?
But you never try to get to know me.
You make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like you do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do you treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated you wrong,
So why do you hurt me this way?
Did i insult you in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause you treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do you treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do you do it?