He kneels before them, bowing his head and gold spear in his right hand; the golden floor is cool beneath him. His wings lay to the sides behind him, a sign of utmost respect. One of them speaks, their voice sharp and precise, “I have a task for thee, archangel,”…

They got away! Damnit! He strides to and fro, gripping his hands firmly behind his back. His teeth grind with rage causing his temples to pulse. They took her with them too! They’re receiving outside help, most likely one the others. Curse them! Curse them all! …

Interesting, a new fruit stand has opened in the market as of Sunday and is booming. Elderon hopes that they will be able to stay, he could always go for some fresh blueberry pancakes. His mouth begins to water just thinking of them. Taking a sip of his over sweet…

Five days, seven hours, and 46 minutes she has been locked up in her white prison, but who’s counting. Hunger settled in three days ago and her stomach has been gnawing at her from the inside ever since. Her wrists and ankles are weighted with ethereal chains; though almost invisible…

Zack warps to his room and his eyes glaze across the emptiness. His smile slowly fades away as he drags his feet to the side of his bed. He looks down at it, tears build in his eyes. The emotions rise; they can only be capped for so long before…

He opens the door and turns on the light, it looks a lot like his old room. Toys, trinkets and gadgets of all kinds line his walls. Upon his entry, several white butterflies come over to greet him. He smiles and chuckles as they tickle his nose. His laughter disturbs…

Zack lurches up from the bed. Crying. He could’ve sworn he heard crying, but Nila to his side is sound asleep. He rubs his eyes and crawls out of the bed. It wasn’t in his dream, couldn’t have; it was too real. …

“So… You’re telling me this needs to be destroyed, right?” “Yes,” she seems perplexed. “And it’s too strong for any sort of magic or willpower?” “Yah…” “And so, it needs to be physically broken but ain’t none of y’all strong enough to shatter it?” “Correct,” “Aight,” he stretches and pops…

The wind whips their hair around and nips at their nose. The waves crash beneath their feet and tears sting at the corners of their eyes as they watch the sun dip behind the horizon. Footsteps accompanied with the sound of bells near them from behind. A body flops down…