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Siren's songMoonlight reflected in the lake. The water was like a mirror. Together, both the real moon and its reflection, drenched the land in silvery light, with deep shadows where trees stood.
A tune rose over the water, gently like a breeze. A flute. The notes danced up and down, sometimes quick like the wind, sometimes slow like a mighty river.
Sorrento sat on the rock. His fingers flew over the cool, smooth metal of his flute as he played one of his own compositions. For a while, he kept his eyes closed, aware of nothing but the music. After a while, the Austrian opened them again. He let his gaze wander over his listeners, his play unfazed by it. Little faces stared up at him, eyes wide and some mouths open in wonder. Clearly the children sitting in the grass around him were captivated by his music. The innocent, untainted amazement made his heart open wide to the little ones.
,Why‘, he wondered yet again, ,cannot all humans be like this? Why has the innocence of childhood to be taint
Merci, BillMerci, Bill
A warm summer’s day was coming to an end. The houses of London were drenched in the light of a setting sun.
Fleur lay on a meadow in the Hyde Park, staring up at the clouds flying by on the sky above. Around her, she could hear the voices oft he muggles who were enjoying the evening in the park as well.
And next to her lay Bill.
Turning her head slightly tot he left, she saw his profile staring up at the sky, lost in deep thought. Even now, as the shadow of you-know-who grew darker and darker, and the Order of the Phoenix was buzzing in and out at the house in Grimmauld Place, he provided her with security and calmness. He was her anchor with his warmth and beauty. It had also been his idea to visit this park today, so for a few short hours, they might forget what was going on in the wizarding world and to gather new strenght to face its dangers.
The thought that his man was hers filled her with joy.
Ever since the day they had first met at the Triwizard Tournament, h
A cycle at its closeFinally.
After seemingly endless days of travelling south, Frank saw the entrance to camp. Not that it looked like an entrance, though. There was a motorway cutting through a hill. And in the middle, dividing the two directions of the road, was a doorway. It looked like a maintenance tunnel, and Frank himself might have thought of it as such, if he hadn’t told by Lupa what really hid behind it. Lupa… somehow Frank thought with sadness and the faint feeling of loss of the wolf goddess, her pack and the Wolf House. During the days that Lupa trained him he had felt that he belonged somewhere for the first time. For the first time he did not think of his body as too bulky or too big. No. It was made for battling. It finally had gained a meaning.
The Canadian boy looked at the tunnel again. There was another hint that it was no ordinary tunnel. Invisible to the mortals driving by in their cars, there stood two sentinels. But not just any sentinels. These guys were dressed in a p
A (not so) joyous returnGold Saint Aldebaran of Taurus looked up and didn’t believe his eyes. He had thought that the presence coming towards him from the House of Aries seemed familiar.
Yet he almost couldn’t believe it.
Oh yes, he knew the man clad in golden armor who came walking up the stairs. But said man had exiled himself from Sanctuary about thirteen years ago, returning to his homeland of Jamir when he still had been a boy.
“Mu!”, the Taurus Saint exclaimed happily and jumped to his feet. He had been sitting on the stairs of his temple, watching the clouds fly by on the sky above. “Mu the Aries! My old friend!”
He closed the remaining distance with a few steps and took Mu into a bear hug who would’ve crushed the bones of anyone not wearing a Gold Cloth.
“Aldebaran.” Mu smiled up at him. “It’s good to see you again. Heh… you’ve grown and you’ve become stronger since the last time we saw each other.”
The Taurus Sa
Flying goddessSasha, reincarnation of the goddess Athena, sat on her throne and listened to the delegation. Despite being in Sanctuary for several months now, she still felt uneasy to be adressed with such courtesy and respect. And she was still not used to the requests that were directed towards her. The delegation that knelt before her right now were three men who had come all the way from Spain. Their village was terrorised by what, according to the reports, were renegade Black Saints.
Even the mere thought of renegade Saints made her heart cringe with fear. She had to fight with all her might to not get overrun by images of Sisyphus, Aspros, Hasgard, El Cid or any other of her Saints betraying her. If such a thing were to happen – it would break her heart.
With an effort, Sasha concentrated on the matter at hand again. In her mind, she had already made her desicion.
„So, can you help us, oh goddess of justice?“, the leader of the delegation asked her, his Greek bearing a Spanis
The only right side to take„B… big brother… how… how can this be?“
Liechtenstein stared in horror at the computer screen. Next to her, Switzerland sat, his feelings visible in a very grim expression.
Minutes before they had opened a e-mail, sent by someone in Jerusalem to recipients all over the world. Fotos were attached to it. Many of them. There were destroyed buildings, injured children, and on one, one of the most horrible of all, there were two children running from tanks behind them.
„Please, Bruder, do something!“, the small nation pleaded to her adoptive brother. „Tell Israel to stop it! Those poor people…“
Involuntarily, images came flashing to her mind. The memories took her back to the Great War, back to when she herself and her people were on the brink of extinction.
Tears rose to her eyes.
Switzerland must have known where her mind had gone, for he put an arm around her to comfort her. Then he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Finally the truth
Finally the truth
The orange fire of the evening sun covered the land. Aiolia stood before his temple and took in the sight of the rocks that seemed to burn. His own temple must look like a orange flame.
One of the tears in his eyes escaped down his cheek.
They weren’t tears of pain or grief, but of joy. Just today he had met a young woman who had finally brought the path of his life back into the light. „Your brother was a hero. He saved my life“, she had said. The girl that was his goddess Athena herself, revealing that his brother had never been the traitor everyone believed him to be. Aiolia felt light, lighter than he had ever felt for the past thirteen years. With just some words of a story and the prensence of Aiolos in the Cloth of Sagittarius, the wounds of his heart and soul had been healed. As he stared into the land right now, a desicion and desiciveness grew in his heart. With a woosh of his cape, he turned and headed for
Caring for you
Caring for you
Frank sat in a room of New Rome’s healing pavillon and watched the sleeping figure. Praying every second to every god he knew, Roman, Greek or other, that she might finally wake up.
With a sigh, he recalled the last days. They had finally beaten Gea. Roman and Greek demigods had joined in one last great battle to defeat the earth goddess and her sons, the giants. But they all got exhausted and wounded. Frank himself too, though thanks to his robust physique, he recovered fairly quickly.
Hazel, however, was still unconscious.
The three days that had passed since the victory over Gea had shown no sign of her awakening. That fact worried Frank more and more, the longer Hazel remained unconscious. Of course they force-fed her nectar and ambrosia, but this wouldn’t work long-time. Her body needed proper nourishment, or else she’d start to disappear, to fade away like a… a ghost. Frank shuddered as he thought that word. He didn’t like to use it r
Night hung over Sancutary. Everything was quiet, everyone asleep except for the night guards.
Athena stood at the feet of her gigantic statue at the top of Sancutary, Nike in her hand. The staff vibrated with power. But Athena's eyes were fixed on the dark sky. The goddess stared up at the distant stars, trying to read the future out of their movements, the way she had learned from the books that were kept in the observatory on Star Hill.
Hoping she misread them.
What Saori had seen worried her. And what worried a goddess was always the worst of news. Death, stood in the stars. Destruction. A danger rising. The stars were agitated… and a new one had appeared, burning red.
A gust of wind struck her from the right, and when she turned her head, Seiya was standing next to her, the wings of his magnificent Gold Cloth halfway extended. He didn't say anything, just looked up at the stars like she had done.
Athena too looked up again. No words were necessary right now. Both
Sound in my Soul
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she said
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
I feel I am being held captive,
Like a beautiful bird in a small iron cage.
I feel a red hot anger within me,
Like a crazy bull in a blind rage.
I feel I am in constant, spinning turmoil,
Like a delicate butterfly in a swirling tornado.
I feel as though I am lost in limbo,
Like a condemned angel without a halo.
Then it passes,
And a tinkling sound fills the room,
Kind of like good friends toasting,
Gently banging each others' glasses.
I am the One_AC Poems
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
CompleteI treasure books; you never study.
I hate much noise; you love to party.
I stop to think; you're quick to act,
And never ponder or regret.
I play it safe, you live to gamble.
With risk and luck your days are tangled.
I'm down-to-earth; you float on dreams,
Dismissing life's "prosaic" scenes.
I'm serious; you thrive on humor:
What I call failure, you call "bloomer."
We're opposites, like tart and sweet.
That's why, with you, I am complete.
It Didn't Reach The Ground...
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
Der Loewe zu LuzernDer Löwe zu Luzern
Zu Luzern liegt ein Löwe
Wer hört seine Stimme?
Sie erklinget nie wieder
Doch wie kann ein Tier mit solcher Kraft
Ach, zu viele strebten nach der Macht
wollten alles versenken
Des Königs Haus zu Grabe geht,
keine Hilfe ward
Bis zuletzt verteidigt mit ihrem Blut
von des Königs Suisse Garde
Oh Löwe, nie mehr erschallen wird dein Brüllen
Noch im Tode treu
wie des Ludwigs Schweizer Mannen
liegt er da, der Luzerner Leu.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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