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DragonBeginningThe knights crowded around the small baby, curled up and laying, sleeping, on a small patch of leaves plucked from the trees of the Oaklore Forest.
"Where is it from?" One of the men said, peering into the peaceful face.
"Who knows?" The leader said. "But, the child is not safe. Oaklore Forest is a dangerous place. Let us take it to the Keep." He gently picked up the baby, cradling it in his arms. It opened its eyes, blue as the oceans of Lore, blinking at the sight of the young man.
"What are you called, young one?" The man asked. He took in the palm of his hand a locket draped around the infant's neck. Kairi, daughter of the dragons, it said. And so it was: The baby, a girl, was to be called Kairi.
-Sixteen years later-
"Hey!" Kairi woke up to a yell. She was so startled, she fell off the bed.
"Ow..." Her hand flew up to her forehead, as she had hit it on the floor. "What was that for, Marlon?" She looked up at her loud black-haired best friend, a boy her age named Marlon.
Servant of EvilYou are the princess, and I am the servant. That is the way it is, but I do not mind. We are twins, but I do not care that I am so below you. You are my beloved sister. I will protect you, no matter what, even if I, too, become as 'evil' as they say you are.
When we were little, we would play together all the time. I remember one day, we picked flowers, and you made a small crown out of them.
"One day, we're gonna rule this place together," You said brightly. You then placed the flowery crown in my hands, and I smiled.
We played more, then the adults came. We didn't know why, but they picked you and me up separately. You and I didn't know what they wanted, but we knew it was bad. We cried and demanded they put us down. They didn't listen. They took us apart, talked to us separately, explained our future: you were to become queen. I would become your servant. Right then, our lifelong, childish dream of being together as we ruled this beautiful yellow kingdom was ripped.
But I swear, eve
Daughter of EvilThere have been many legends in the world, far too many to count. Some are only for the weak of heart. This is not one of them. This is a tale of betrayal, sacrifice, evil, and the love that overcomes that evil every time.
Now, shall we begin?
Once upon a time, there was a yellow kingdom of evil and treachery. The queen was a young girl, of only fourteen, who did not care whether her actions were right or wrong. She did as she pleased. Everyone bowed down in fear to her. Even her twin brother was her servant. She was rich, and whenever she thought she needed more, she took from those she dangled on a string.
"Bow down to me!" She would yell at the beaten-up villagers from whom she pilfered. As they did so, she took their money and went back to her castle.
Now, this young queen spent her time in the kingdom of blue, for she was in love with the prince. He did not return her affections, however, and instead sought the heart of a beautiful girl from the green kingdom. The queen, cold-hear
Kyoui no Tochi no Mizukami 2Shouzo led me through the intricate maze of the facility, tugging on my hand each time I stopped to stare at some new marvel.
"Come on, Mizukami," He would say. I would nod and keep walking alongside him.
"Shouzo-kun?" I stopped at one point, and looked up at him. He looked back at me, and smiled.
"What's your role here? Like, what do you do?"
"Oh? Well, I'm a trainee. See, this place is not only devoted to science, but also warfare. They stick teens into groups of four and train them to be deadly weapons. That's me."
"Who's the other three people in your group?"
"Man, you sure have a lot of questions." He laughed. I looked down, blushing.
"No worries. Actually, I only have two. There's Hajime, and Mokai. Ah! That's them over there," Shouzo pointed to two guys walking towards us. One had the same spiked-back hairstyle as Shouzo, only it was--get this--pink. The other was noticeably short, with curly blond hair.
"Shouzo-chan, who's this?" The shorter one asked.
Kyoui no Tochi no Mizukami 1It was odd, that was for sure. I was just a middle schooler, just last week. Now I'm a guest in an underground facility full of monsters, superhumans, and three boys fighting over my affection.
See, it started one day after school. Me and four of my friends were playing hide-and-go-seek near the old white sewage pipe. About the pipe, it's one of the marvels of our town. It sits at the base of a mountain, and it's big enough for people to walk through. But something went wrong with it a few decades ago, so the mayor got in cleaned up and sealed off. No one knows why, except our old mayor, who is dead. No one has been able to get past the concrete seal, even though many have tried, with even the best weapons. So anyways, I couldn't find any place to hide, so I tried the dry plastic tunnel of the pipe. It was funny, it didn't smell like a former sewer. It smelled simply like plastic. I thought I heard muffled swishes, like someone swimming in water.
Next thing I knew, I heard a rumble. I
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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