Flicker: Chap IIParalyzedFlicker: Chap II by Little-Tin-Wings
A withered sigh of disappointment. "You used to be more, so much more."
A harsh laugh of irony. "This is all I've ever been."
Closed eyes and a responding laugh, this one more exhausted than from the other speaker. "You have always been more than you are now. Now, you are close to nothing. I used to be more as well. And now, I am less than nothing."
Softening eyes, a comforting voice hinting at concern. "You're enough now. Enough for me." A choked breath. "You've always been enough for me. But I have always been ashes; nothing more than dust."
Hot breath on burning cheeks. "They want you, Blaze. They want you back."
Flaring eyes narrowing in confusion. "Back? I have never been their's, and I never will be."
Leaning forward, slitted eyes glinting. "You have always been their's. And so have I. We never stopped being their's, we only forgot. We forgot everything, and we continue to forget. We will n
Flicker: Chap IPower of a God?Flicker: Chap I by Little-Tin-Wings
A haze of voices shouting and whispering, floating around the room like worried thoughts. Bodies press together as everyone crowds around, sweat and moister mingling in clothing and fur. This room is too small for so many people, but no one seems to notice or care; all that occupies everyone’s thoughts is the crazy readings that flare up and die out across the monitor screen.
“Not a Chaos Emerald.” We found that out as soon as we saw the readings, but people keep repeating it like it will become a Chaos Emerald. “Stronger than all seven merged with the Master Emerald.” That was established as soon as our Emerald Radar broke from being overloaded with the massive amount of data. “More powerful than the Eclipse Cannon.” It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. “More powerful than two Eclipse Cannon’s merged together.” That’s a new one.
Everyone looks at Rouge,
Flicker: PrologueSilence wraps around us, pulls us into its calm void, seeps through us until we’re nothing; we no longer exist. We drown in it, wrap ourselves tighter in its blanket, and never realize that it erases us. I loved silence, I used to bathe in it, let it carry me away on its wings. But I never asked to be erased. I never asked it to take away my memories, my life, my whole world. Never asked it to leave me with nothing but its suffocating grasp, and that strange orange glow in the back of my mind. The glow that always whispers to me, whispers one single word. ‘Blaze’. That’s all it tells me. All it ever says. ‘Blaze’. That single word that means everything and nothing to me, tells me that I’m alive; tells me I’m drowning.Flicker: Prologue by Little-Tin-Wings
Sometimes I wonder if I’m already dead, if all this darkness is my coffin in the vast void of silence. And sometimes I think I’ve been wandering the desert for the past several years, the world stuc
Loving You is Loving WarTo some, the sound of war was death’s lullaby; a song in a minor key, telling of despair, desolation, and blood. Lots of blood. Rivers of it. But to warriors and soldiers, the blood was their holy water, something so pure it would cleans them of death. And the sound of war itself was like a morning bell; a bird singing on a bright spring day, or the sound of a mother’s gentle voice calling you from sleep. It was war and it was death, but it was all they had.Loving You is Loving War by Little-Tin-Wings
“Lift your sword higher when you block your opponents attack. You can’t win if you don’t have a head.” The commander’s clear voice rang out across the training grounds, her lavender tail swishing behind her as she moved gracefully around the fencing square. She observed the trainees intently, her golden eyes taking in every detail as she watched them fence. None of them were quite prepared for battle, but they were making progress, and she could see their potential.
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