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 The room had once been beautiful. Layers of dust and dirt and grime hinted at ornate woodwork on the furniture; indistinct flowers and the outline of leafy vines wound up the posts of the canopy bed, the legs of a dressing table, and a large chest set at the foot of the bed. The tattered and washed out hangings were velvet, perhaps red once upon a time. The room was still beautiful in a muted, faded way. There were no windows. The woman that slept on the bed possessed the same beauty. The dust had settled into her hair, turning her black locks grey and her alabaster skin held a very light tint. The simple gown that spread around her had en

        They watched her. Slowly, they packed the sides of the streets, watching her pass. The sounds of her walking stick clicking on the stones and her lame leg dragging along were the only sounds.        Though her pale skin, once flawless, was now marred with the scars of battle and some of her limbs had healed at awkward angles, she was still beautiful. Her eyes, the color of stormy skies, were as bright and alert as ever. They stared straight ahead, ignoring the people who stood there, side by side and silent, as if giving tribute to her.        She had been the Guardian of the City. There was a new one now, who was actually able t

In his glory days, Kemenorë Valain was the high priest of the goddess of justice, Kalumae. He followed in his father's footsteps, and his grandfather's footsteps, and his great-grandfather's, and so on. His bloodline has served the goddess Kalumae since she first made herself a home on the earth centuries ago. As her high priests were elves and thus immortal, it came to be that each high priest would retire after a certain number of years and his son would assume his place. The tradition in time became an inheritance, and with this inheritance came a number of gifts. The high priests of Kalumae were strong and beautiful, healed quickly and

Dark Hollow is a city where the sun never shines, nothing grows, and demons lurk everywhere. It is a haven for immortals, wanted criminals, the Dark Arts, runaways, and people who just do not have the means to make a better life. The city was founded hundreds of years ago by demons who escaped from Hell. Some say that the sun had never shone on that patch of barren, empty valley, and some say that the Earth despised the demons so much that she cursed the land they called their new home. Regardless, clouds continually block the sun and not a single blade of grass grows in the valley the city is set in. There is no source of fresh water anywhe

One stage of our lives Comes to a close on graduation night. We'll see our friends and classmates And say goodbye like we'll See them again on Monday, Just like we have for four years now. And some of us will- Some of us will be friends for the rest of our lives. But others we won't… We won't ever see them again Yet always we will remember The times we laughed together The times we cried together How we felt when we were at the top of the world How our friends held us together when the world started to come undone. Though we may go our separate ways We will always have the four years That we spent in school together