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Flashback? Part FourStarduster was pacing she knew that much, but she didn't care, it seemed to pass time. She turned and looked out the window, the sun slowly setting in the horizon. She groaned and looked down at the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks and splatting on the floor. In her lifetime she had met many, many dashing, young dragons that all liked her, indeed she liked them too, but Nightblade was the only dragon that she really loved, but he did not feel the same way. While enveloping herself in these pitiful thoughts Starduster sat down and let out a low whimper. Slowly she curled into a ball and closed her eyes, trying to block out her feelings, trying to forget what her heart was screaming at her.
Nightblade plodded into the Dragon Capital, his eyes cast toward the ground and a fierce anger swelling inside him. His blue reptilian eyes darted left to right, watching the rhythm of his capturers. Frostlight ran to his side and draped her w
Flashbacks? Part ThreeFlashbacks? Part Three
Nightblade watched the stars twinkle in the sky as a feeling of loneliness seeped into him. Frostlight stepped up to him, her red eyes shining and smiling, Nightblade smiled back, Frostlight sat down.
“I'm guessing you want answers.” She said, Nightblade nodded. Frostlight looked into his eyes and smiled again before she looked ahead and began to explain.
“Starduster had just killed my parents when I decided to join this team that I heard of a few days ago, I was already trained and ready to fight. You greeted me and soon I was placed in your team, nothing high or special, but I enjoyed it, I was making a difference in the war against the Shadow Breathers. We were told of our mission to blow up the main capital and you were told the side mission to kill Starduster, you told me. I must admit I was slightly excited that you trusted me with this. Next we left to find the explosives, the destination on
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Starduster awoke early the next day, and she slowly slipped out her bed and opened the door. The first thing she noticed that Nightblade's bed was empty and the front door was wide open. Immediately she scolded herself, how could she leave him alone, now he was a threat to the city. She was about to jump outside and beging her search for Nightblade when her keen eyes spotted a tail of smoke coming up from under the kitchen door. She slammed on brakes and almost fell on the floor, quickly she got up and race for the kitchen.
“Oh my gosh, the fool is trying to commit suicide!” She gasped to herself. She reached the door and to her utter surprise, there was Nightblade—making breakfast. Nightblade was equally surprised. What was with all the door slamming, she must be starving! He picked up a clean plate and plopped some bacon and an egg onto it and handed it to the w
Starduster explained to Nightblade that they would still have to watch him until they were completely sure, then he'd be left to do whatever he wanted and return to his home. She stressed the returning home part.
“I dunno where home is...” Nightblade explained sorrowfully. He continued telling Starduster what happened from when he woke up in the cave.
“So you truly cannot remember anything but from that point onwards?” She asked anxiously.
“Yes,” He lied, he didn't want to tell her about the feeling of doom, he tried not to think about it.
“Okay then...” Starduster eyed him wearily. “You can stay at my home.”
“Really?” Nightblade grinned.
“Yeah...just no funny ideas.” Starduster warned.
“Oh, absolutely, I thought I'd have to stay outside the city for the night so I don't mind at all!” Nightblade said still grinni
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Nightblade ducked and then dove for the neck, tearing the dummy into bits. Starduster watched shocked and wide eyed. This dragon seemed like a trained killer. Another machine dummy came from behind, Nightblade swung his tail blade around and struck the dummy in the neck with perfect aim. He ripped his tail away and the dummy was rendered useless. Starduster shrugged, any dragon could do that, or at least thats what she told herself.
“Hey, Star!” A male dragon came walking in, tossing her a bottle of water.
“Hey, Icicle! Thanks!” Starduster called as she caught the bottle.
“It seems you're paws are full with this one.” He said nodding towards Nightblade.
“Oh, yes. It seems so.” She sighed. Watching Nightblade's every move with her eyes.
“Ooo, you have a boyfriend!” Icicle tease
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Starduster overlooked the valley, importance swelled through her as she thought how valuable she was to the Dragon Capital. She was the strongest shadow dragon in all their history and one of the twelve most powerful dragons in her time. She was black with creamy pink wings, two pink horns and a golden blade that split into three separate spikes on the end of her tail and tip of her wings. Her eyes were a bluish green, not uncommon for dragons but more on the rarer side than brown or plain green. There was a legend that the more blue a dragon's eyes the more powerful their elements and the better they could master them. Starduster didn't believe such things, what would one's eyes have to do with their power? That would mean one with pure blue eyes would be the most powerful dragon of all time, and that would make her second best, impossible. Starduster looked down at her shoulder, there was a dark, purple star surrounded
When Home Becomes a Prison (Strength)When your pillow is no longer the fresh place to lay your emaciated spirit
But is now the chain on the ball that is your bed.
When a door is no longer the entrance to a retreat from the world
But a metaphorical lock keeping you ensconced, never stepping foot out into it.
When windows suddenly become looking glasses that never break,
Just heckle you with what you're missing in their transparent prisons.
A token of what you used to be in the faces of the people walking passed.
The people who pay no note to you;
Who have no inclination of what they are; the symbols of your long-ago life.
The sharp splinters of nostalgia that just glimpsing upon their face sends into your heart.
Every time they walk their dog,
You grimace because you cannot walk long enough to do the same for yours.
Constant reminders in everything everyone does in everywhere you go
of the things you are losing without control.
You clutch and grasp while slipping into sliding as you clasp onto what is left o
Dear JamesI placed a candle on the water for you today. It flickered and floated and gathered with candles of other losses; fathers, friends – whoever. It was as hard as letting you go; if that candle drifted away from me then would I lose you again? When they scooped the candle from the water and your flame went out who would remember that I honoured you? So I took your candle from the water and placed it into my bag. Not because I can’t let you go but because I want to remember. I will light that candle to remember you on special days.
James darling, I missed you more today than any other. I know I will miss you more again at Christmas, on your birthday and on the day you died. You are an angel but you are still with me – in the heart covered by the tattoo of your name. The ink came from within, seeping up through my skin and not down.
I am grateful for the two sonograms I have of you, yet part of me yearns to know what your face would have looked like. Would you have his thi
SaturdaysBrought into this world on a rainy Saturday morning
No memories of the years that follow
Until the pain
Eyes of a beast
Tears of a child
Walls subconsciously building to keep the child safe
But are the walls for safety or containment
Blood and bone breaking
Screaming into the night
Hidden Language"Is he ok?"
Is he alive?
"Is he alright?"
Is he breathing?
"Is he sleeping?"
Is he dead...?
DreamsDreams are merely dreams...but sometimes they reflect your deepest desires, don't they?
He stole my breath away.
He was a stunning being, a mix of a man that I could not easily describe to you. With ebony-black hair and stormy gray eyes, he captured my heart in an instant. At times he would tower over me, lovingly, his presence nearing mine, and I could feel the warmth from his body.
"Sometimes I wish I could just steal a smile from you," he murmured easily. "Write you a love poem. Give you roses. I want to love you like love from the past."
I blinked, and smiled slightly back at his beautiful face. "Why the past?"
He shrugged, then he stared at me defiantly, with the Mexican pride I knew so well. "Love from even a generation ago, it was different. An innocent love, a subtle, tender thing that was cultured from a simple fire. And it grew into a tremendous passion, showing a respect of sorts. I want to show you that I love you, not just tell you. I want to appreciate you, respect you
12-12-98... I hate this date.
I loathe it.
Words cannot explain.
But I'll try my best any way.
Try as I might, this memory will never go away.
I've cried; tried to drown my tears until there was no more left. I ate. I starved. I ran. I slept.
Nothing could make me forget that terrible date. 12-12-98.
You may think it's something like, "Oh, maybe her parents said they had to work on Christmas. Jeez. It happens." Yeah, that's what most people say to me when I say I hate this date. It's different though. I lost someone important to me. My father.
I've never heard him speak. To say my name. To yell at me when I've done something bad.
I never got the chance to call him Dad. Nor will I ever.
I will never embrace him, just as my half-siblings do to their father. I guess they've been deprived too, but they'll see him again. But I've never seen my dad. All I have is a collection of pictures and stories from relatives. My mom gave me a small box filled with notes they used to pass back and forth d
Lonely ChristmasThe clock ticked
It mocked me
As I sat there
For them to come
For you to come
But how can you?
You've passed away
But I still wait
On this silent Christmas day
Stay or Leave?"Don't get mad. I don't like it."
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"Don't be sad. I don't like it."
"Don't smile. I don't like it."
"Don't laugh. I don't like it"
"Don't be you. I don't like it"
Then what am I supposed to do?
Then who am I?
You're saying you don't like me.
But you stay with me.
To change me into someone else
So that I don't exist anymore
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of changing
But I don't stop
I'm able to but I don't
Because you are the only one left
If you're gone,
I'll be left behind
All over again
But if you stay
I won't exist
But it wouldn't matter anyways.
For the first time in monthsFor the first time in months we looked at each other,
For the first time in months we laughed with each other,
For the first time in months we smiled at each other,
For the first time in months we held one another,
For the first time in months a flame of hope was lit in my heart.
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