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Temporary Reprieve "Doctor?"
Halburn had been writing something, maybe a report of some kind, but he set it aside to face his patient. "Yes, Weiss?"
Weiss felt strange today. Most other people would call that strangeness by a different name: happiness. But it had become such a foreign concept to him that it was hard to place exactly what it was that he felt. "I just wanted to thank you for all the work you've been doing?"
"That I've been doing?" The older man's mouth quirked up in a smile.
"You know, the training. To help supress the spirits."
Dr. Halburn shook his head. "No. You're the one who has been working. Focusing your mind, learning to concentrate, strengthening your will... you did all of that on your own."
"That isn't true! If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have even known that
Carrying the Past Dead bodies littering the halls. The sound of people gasping for their last breaths. His own feet slipping in the blood of the fallen. The cruel, laughing eyes of that woman in the hood.
It was all there, every time he closed his eyes. As dumb as it sounded, he could remember it as though it had happened just yesterday. It wasn't just the horror of seeing all of the carnage and death - but also the knowledge that he had been nearly powerless to protect the people around him. He had tried so hard, pushed his body to its limits, and yet...
He remembered the date exactly; it had been two months and three days ago since the soldiers from Aldine had launched an ambush on his school, the Arcane University, and started the bloody massacre. They sent an overwhelming army against a building full of mages-in-training - children.
And for what? He wasn't really sure. Solcia had n
The Fantasy is Real The young man looked defeated. Not indignant, or scared, or even defensive. Paul found it to be rather strange; normally when he arrested a teenager, they didn't act like this. It was as though the kid had expected this to happen eventually. Had he been arrested before? It wouldn't surprise Paul - apparently the kid had managed to steal an expensive car right off a dealer's lot without anyone seeing him. He had to have some experience with such things.
"What's your name, kid?" Paul said finally, breaking the silence. This thief wasn't doing anything but staring sullenly out of the bars of his cell.
"Last name?" Paul was tired of having to ask that question.
In a barely perceptible motion, Weiss simply shrugged. "I don't remember anymore."
Ordinarily, the officer would have thought that it was a troub
Bio - Einhel FamileEinhel Familé
『 The Self-Serving Beauty 』
『 At First Glance 』
The first thing that most people notice about her is her large, bird-like wings. Some of its white feathers have dyed red with no discernable pattern. Einhel has shoulder-length, layered pink hair, the tips of which she has dyed in a manner similar to what she has done with her wings. As a student, she is most often seen wearing her school uniform, which was actually heavily modified from its original design. It now sports a red-and-pink color scheme, as well as shorts instead of pants. She also wears a small amount of faint pink lipstick.
『 Conceited, Flirtatious, Ostentatious 』
The most important thing in Einhel's life is just that - Einhel. She is known to do various things to help herself stand out, such as her customized uniform, and the way that she dyes her hair and her wings. Even without her make-up and extravagant clothes, she is exception
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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