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One could consider this task easy. Carefully setting his hands across the device, seeing where it fit properly and where it didn't. It wasn't until he threw the pencil down and ruffled his hair did he get overly frustrated with it. Boredom was already taking over the teenager. Specially since Halloween was approaching and all the other creatures and citizens of Lockwood were getting ready to celebrate the day. Something as faction created by the humans before the earth was destroyed but the prince still didn't understand it. To get dressed up in costumes and be someone else, to gain candy. What was the point of that. He sighed at the thought,

Chapter One Mallory    I was . . . Eraesyx the Omen. I was greatly hailed for my ferocious and horrific appearance, it protected my kind and they revered me for it.    But now  . . .    ❀    He stared upon an unfamiliar ceiling, stone stiff with anxiety and a headache, a mess of long, curling strawberry gold hair spilling over the bed. Birds, for the first time in his existence, sang to him from the open window.    Sweating profusely, the Omen thought with utter regret, I shouldn’t have helped that witch.    Omen grunted as he dragged himself up from the soft pillow. The headache bobbed now from the strain, even more so

I breathed heavily. My fingertips slipped a few inches. I helplessly struggled to cling at the ledge, the only thing that kept me from falling into the ravine beneath my feet. "I don't want to die," I whispered softly. It was true. I still had to discover the meaning of the amulet dangling around my neck. But I couldn't call for help. Idris would be faster than my holy protector. Rabbit would never be there before him. I cringed when I looked down. The endless depth gaped at me, inviting my sore body hanging above him to join the cool darkness. It was alluring to just let go, not having to worry about Idris or my necklace. "Hey Falco."

He said there was something about the way I looked, the face I made, the sips I took. Every morning I wake, splash some water on my face, and head outside to practice my yoga uninterrupted. But this morning was different. This morning I lowered my hands under the cool running water of the sink, rubbed it against my aching eyes. And when I opened them, in the darkness of the early morning, a streak of brilliant orange reflected in the mirror. As I paused, he knew I had seen it. His warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He held me tightly against him, whispered excuses as to why he did so. Something about this morning, the lighting, m

There once was a kingdom Ruled by a king And this king was adored Whatever he did He was king He was noble And purebred Even if he got angry, the townspeople said But there was a man that this king loved A man of no power Of truth and pain A man who was noble but to no reign The king was convinced to make this man his So he rode off in his horse To return with a blessing But once he received this blessing it was too late When the king rode upon the kingdom And entered so proud What he found Was there was no longer a man left to love