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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
Across the BoardHe knows the sound
that all statues drown,
that faces mourned
become places toured,
and prestigious landmarks
in his town.
But he stays there.
Saying goodbyeSaying goodbye is the hardest thing
The more you love someone the more tears it brings
Our lives are short but the memories remain
Even through all the sorrows and pain
And that's what I feel is pain in my heart
It aches so badly because I feel we are far apart
But I know that you are right here with me
Because in my heart and mind is you I see
I can still hear your voice telling me you love me
And remember sitting in the backseat of your Oldsmobile
With Granny's purple fingernails reaching my brother and I a happy meal
Rasinettes and chocolate covered peanuts and dollars you would pull from the pocket of your shirt
Its crazy how something so small then can now cause so much hurt
Like when I was five riding four wheelers all over the place
And the feel of your beard stubbles against my face
When you would kiss my cheek and tell me bye
Those memories are so bittersweet because I want to smile but have to cry
Grandpa you mean so much to me
I could always look up to you
Your love wa
Klacz NocyUsiądźcie posłuchajcie bajki
o kucyku co Noc wziął na swe barki
ten Kucyk trudzi się niezmiernie
abyście wy moi kochani mogli spać spokojnie
Bowiem w ciemności Nocy
czyha wiele strasznych Mocy
Dlatego Ona pełni Wartę
Gotów ochronić królestwo jej sercu tak drogie
Niczym Cień kroczy między Snami
By pomóc nam zmierzyć się z naszymi obawami
Gwiazdy i księżyc trzyma swymi kopytami
Luna - Klacz Nocy
Chroni nas od złej Mocy
Choć sama Zła kiedyś zasmakowała
to jednak została z niego oczyszczona
jednak zanim ta chwila nastąpiła
Wiele od swych koszmarów wycierpiała
Lecz to daje jej siłę
By obronić Equestrię
Nie lękaj się zatem Mroku kucyku
bo Ona zawsze jest u twego boku
Choć bystry wzrok nigdy jej nie wyłapie
to Ten kto ma serce marzeń pełne
happily in painI hurt myself last night
Not on purpose, but in a crash
Just some bumps and bruises
And a little road rash
And as I poke at wounds
That start to heal
I remember how good
pain can feel
In Preparation for the Great Robot WarsThe sun which glints off steel and chrome
Refracted by the superdome
Constricts the pupils of professor
Who teaches bolts and volts and ohm
Through their masks the students wonder
of grassy knolls, ravines asunder
Geology’s of no import
While skies are loud with robot thunder
Gerund and interabang?
Of utile ore there lies the gangue
We learn the language of the drill
and iron claw with copper tang
We train our students by the score
to make scrap of the auto-corps
and extirpate our android fate
In measures for the robot war
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.
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