Every Journey Begins...Every journey begins with ignorance.Every Journey Begins... by TheMagnificentMorado
You’re in your own little world.
Surrounded by secrets you didn’t know exist.
You’re surrounded by fools
Who know less than you.
And somehow, somehow, you’re different.
A stranger in a “black and white” world.
And when a fellow stranger comes along,
Your journey to find the grey world begins.
You’ll refuse at first,
But the grey world is so tempting
That you’ll find yourself accepting.
Amazement will occur,
Losses will take place
And you’ll surely be filled with despair.
But when it’s over,
You’ll go back to the black and white world grey,
And fill the world with many colors.
Authorshipyou’re the authorAuthorship by DylanSeto
of this story - and yet
insist on playing
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when you could
rewrite the pages
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Resurrect Part 7Resurrect Part 7 by Saffireprowler
Peli arrived at the temple of Ikyr, it was in the center of an old civilization center. The vegetation had completely overtaken the ancient structures. This old ruination was so full of life from nature, yet the god of everything but had ruled the roost from the temple that lie within. Standing in front of the temple was an unexpected sight- a friend of Peli's. In fact he was a Human. His name was Russell Punnetine, he too was blessed by a higher power then his own.
Peli didn't care how he was able to stand before her, she just knew that somehow the deities wanted her to see him. She approached him.
"Life as we know it is all so precious, Peli." Russell began. "At any moment, it can end- just as your journey can end."
"The god of death awaits me, Russell." Peli responded quietly.
"Do you fear him?" Asked Russell.
Unsure, Peli answered him. "I do not feel as though I do." She said.
"Your odyssey is not one of character, Peli. Only if you are genuine in spirit and strong can you leave th
Resurrect Part 6Resurrect Part 6 by Saffireprowler
The Light wondered for more than three days in the ice storm, having lost direction. Her feet were dogged and her knees feeling as though they bore the burden of a metric ton from above. She had collapsed onto the frozen ground, the sound of crackling ice and snapping frozen grass blades prevailing over her cry of anguish. With no idea of where north was now, no idea of where she even was, and no food for three days- she felt as though this was the end.
Peli's coat was once one of the finest coats that her tailor had ever made. It kept her warm through the last two days, even with a freezing cold face and hands to put up with. during the last few hours, the small tears and loose seems of the coat began to unfold and her coat was no longer keeping her warm.
According to Light lore, the storm of the wise was seen as the "cold of the dying" or the "ice of the passionate heart". In Light culture, an ice cold heart was not considered to be a bad thing as many Humans often thought. It was se
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