My AngelTo this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head, but it is a common practice for healers to pray to Ovven for guidance. No, during the entire time he treated me, I never once saw him use anything that was definitively 'magical', and that is saying something. Theron is quite possibly the only man other than my fell
I am SafeI am aloneUpon the throne.Door locked.Peace.Steps outside the doorSoft and stealthyCreek, creek, creek.They go up the stairs.Overhead a crysuprise, frightPounding feetDown the stairsThe nob jiggles,Pounding, pounding, pounding,A terrible scream.I am safe, nothing can touch me.Blood runs under the door.
The StormStreams flow through the skyIn graceful shapes they go byRain falls on my face
CasualIt was late. Vague music played as the eerie glow of a computer screen lit the small room. Blaise sat staring at the monitor, wide-awake despite the late hour. She knew she would be Summoned soon, and she sat at the ready. For days her sister had sensed a coming evil. Lessien had determined that this malevolence was somehow connected with her scrying, though the visions she received were unusually indistinct and unhelpful. They were filled with a golden, endless nothing, and the only times they showed anything else it was of a man leering evilly over her. Lessien could sense danger in this, though, and Blaise trusted that. Her sister had never been wrong before. Though Blaise didn't expect the Summons to come tonight - she expected it sometime the next morning - she sat at the ready anyway.Outside it was snowing hard, just like it had been since midnight. Tomorrow held the promise of being a snow