January 3rd: Who is dancing?
It was a cold winter night, easily the coldest of the year. Snow fell in thick layers over the city, freezing everything it touched. Joseph pulled the blanket further up under his chin, looking gloomily out the window at the dark sky and falling snowflakes. His sandy cat, Laura, sat on the windowsill, tail carefully curled over her paws. Joseph was just drifting to sleep when Laura jumped onto his chest with a startled ‘meow’. “What is it girl?” He asked groggily, not without annoyance. Laura jumped up and down on his chest, pulling the blankets aside. Her friend groaned and rolled into an indignant ball. “What did you do that for?” He hissed. The golden cat hissed back, then hastily jumped back onto the windowsill. With a sigh, Joseph pulled himself out of bed and onto the soft grey carpet. With cold, bare feet, he padded in the night’s darkness, reaching up to pull the curtains closed, so that hopefully Laura would leave him alone and he could sleep. He stopped when he looked outside, mouth hanging open in shock. He could barely see it through the shadowy haze and dark cloud, but a light shone through the fog. Right under the lamp-post, on the rooftops, stood a figure, dressed only in a white nightgown and thin slippers. Her dark hair flowed out behind her like a cape as she moved across the flat apartment roof. Did she not know of the laws? Joseph thought to himself in horror. Giving Laura a quick scratch behind her golden ears, Joseph hurriedly pulled on his jacket and wool-lined boots, rushing downstairs to the rooftop door. He dashed outside, but stopped when he saw. The woman was still dancing, long, flowing motions in her arms and legs, but now her stage was lit by a searchlight, the lamp gone cold. She turned to him, reaching out as if to invite him to join her, but before he could do so much as move, a crack sounded in the air above them, breaking through the silence of the night. The woman fell mid-step onto the snowy rooftop, her white dress now stained a deep scarlet red.
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January 2nd: How do you feel when someone doesn't love you back?
A cool autumn breeze drifted through the park, blowing frail flame-coloured leaves off trees. Sam laughed at his friend’s joke, tawny hair blowing around his face like a feathery halo. He, just like the others in the park, didn’t notice the young woman who sat on the bench, watching the School Captain with his friends. Kaito pulled the sleeve of her black jacket further down her forearm, shivering even though he was not cold. The staff, split in two and strapped to her belt smelt of ash and blood. She hadn’t had time to clean it since the last battle – she knew the demons were still hunting her partner. Feeling her wings itching, Kaito took a breath and faded into the shadow world. Her wings flew to her, pale blue and powerful. As soon as the shadows faded from her vision, Kaito’s heart dropped to her feet. Five demons stood around Sam’s foggy figure, the largest reaching for his shoulder. “Oi!” Kaito yelled, and the five turned. She pulled the two pieces of the staff out of her belt and jammed them together. Light flared where the two pieces met as they fused. Kaito held the staff behind her in a defensive stance, readying herself. With a growl worse than a guard dog’s, the demons moved towards her. She took a breath, relaxing when she saw that only the large leader carried his ceremonial sword at his hip. The first four demons were ripped apart in a blast of storm-worthy wind, but their commander still ran towards her, unfazed. Her staff met his sword, and the two went stumbling across the shadowy park. The demon put up a good fight – he was far from the easiest she had fought, but in the end she rammed her staff into his head, stepping back as he dissipated. With a sigh, Kaito leaned against a tree and returned to the human world. Pulling her staff apart and returning the two pieces to her belt, she looked up at a sudden noise. Sam looked down at her, “I’m sorry, but I could swear I’ve seen you before.” He mumbled, confused. Kaito’s heart jumped out of her chest. Kaito, she told herself, You are a warrior, who may have foolishly fallen in love, but a warrior nonetheless, and you will not stutter in front of a boy, no matter how amazing he may be. So she looked up at him, trying to hide the pounding in her heart and the heat in her cheeks, “Maybe,” She replied. January 1st: What is the weather like?
Sara sat at the edge of the cliff. Ash-grey rocks, scarred red and cream with the memories of the acid rain lay below her. Grass the colour of sand curled and crackled under her fingers, dying slowly in the blistering heat. All the leaves had yellowed and fallen from the trees, once strong but now withering under the scorching summer wind. Dust blew into her silver eyes, bones whiter than fresh snow cracking, too dry now to even refer to as ‘bone-dry’. The river had dried up, and even the rainforest in the distance was now struggling to survive. Sara took a deep breath, glanced down at the small town in the valley. Everything was dying – she could feel it in her bones. If she could cry, all of her regret would be flowing out of her at that moment. She had seen the children of the town, seen how they had loved to play in the woods, on the mountains, and, every day, she had held the rain off, saying to herself, Tomorrow. Then it will rain. And every morning, she would look down at the children and wouldn’t be able to snuff out their happiness, and the skies would stay clear for another day. Now, even the weeds had died because of her soft heart. You are a seraphim, she told herself, You are a warrior of the skies, and of balance. Now balance is no longer here, because of you. Dust was everywhere – as far as the eye could see, everything was a muted tone under a thick film of death and decay, save the bright blue sky. It beamed down at her like a young boy’s smile, as if inviting her to take control. With a smile, Sara stood, raising her chocolate arms to the sapphire dome above. Power flooded through her fingertips. She could feel everything in the wind, and hailed down clouds to restore life to the broken land. They gathered above her, dark and threatening, bringing rainfall and redemption. The rain washed the dust out of her short hair, ran down the tattoos on her arms. She could feel the life seeping back into the earth. Balance. In relief, Sara lifted her kingfisher-blue wings and flew towards the clouds, fading into the blue of the sky. What is my New Years resolution? Well, I have begun to re-write the book I am currently working on, or shall I say revise, as Night believes that these stories would be better told from the third person view that he collected the stories in, rather than my appropriation of details that has gone into the first person version. He has also expressed that he wishes to change the titles they are published under; even though the ones I gave the stories have a similar meaning to his preferred names, he believes, naturally, that his are superior. I am neither surprised or annoyed by this, since everything he says is true in this moment.
So I will be re-writing the first book, now Emerald Sparrow, the way it should have been done before. Second; New Years resolution. I have to say that I've never really had one before, but I think I do this year. Firstly; I am going to attempt the 365 day writing challenge, all written by hand. At the end of the year, if I make it through the whole thing, I will try to type them up as quickly as possible and then publish them online. Secondly; study. I want to be able to and try to study as much as I can or need to next year. My lack of study is not going to cut it for the HSC. Good day to you, dearest friends.
It is indeed me, the one and only Night, once general of Lord Aros' demon army! No doubt you have noticed my sharing of this website with the one you know as 'Casper', and no doubt you have noticed that the name of the quoted man at the top of this page seems to have changed? How could this happen, you ask? It is all part of the plan,my friends. Is Alex Windsor the real angel, or is River? Oh dear, I am filled with the belief that, if I had a stomach, it would be hurting from laughter. Run in circles, my dear reader. The story hasn't even begun yet. Not even close. Hold on for the next chapter, friend. Be prepared. I'm stuck on Phobos *dies inside*.
Freaking Jupiter boss is two hard to kill as Volt. My poor baby has finally met his match :( Well, guess I'm trying again on Wednesday. After I kill myself over and over for playing toxic Overwatch comp. Freaking Mercy rework.... Haha. Nasty Nocturne. That's funny.
I'm level seven in League. Thought it was time for an update. Play a whole lot of Nocturne and Morgana, and my friends are really helping me not die. CC is still my greatest enemy though. Rei trudged along the dusty forest path in her ungainly boots. Faded grey eyes gazed up at the rows of mountains ahead of her. Pale red rock crumbled under her feet as she headed toward them.
Each snow-tipped peak seemed higher than the next as she continued, every breath hard on her scarred lungs. Each step she took, the memories seemed to press down harder on her chest, imploring her to take a step back, to just go home and go on with her life. But her supple hands gripped the leather of her walking stick harder, and she forced herself up, and over, onward to the next waiting peak. The storm clouds gathered above, growling at her like a wolf guarding its den. The trees in the valleys bent and fell to block her way, vines snapped at her pale wrists. Flies flew at her, over and over, but she waved them aside. They could not stop her. Hail and snow fell around her, so when her boots became too wet she kicked them off and continued on foot. When the carrion crows screeched at her, Rei barely flinched. She knew that the journey back would be easier on her body, but she also knew that the journey that still lay ahead would be easier on her heart and mind. Scrambling up a steep cliff, the rock broke between her fingers, and she landed back on the ground, the snow rushing in to cover her before she found the strength to move again. Abandoning her oversized stick, Rei clambered up, swimming with the sea of snow back to the rosy, warm rock. There she sat, easing out the numbness in her feet and legs, pulling her frosty fur coat tighter around her neck. Her gloves came off, flung back into the snowy sea without any care for their safety. With thick fingernails like claws, Rei continued her journey, up to the top of the mountain, and back down into the valley. She passed three wolves, feasting on a headless carcass of some unfortunate animal. Their grey fur was matted with dust and blood. The three snarled as she passed, but made no attempt to chase her, for a wise wolf never looks for a dangerous meal when he has a safe one lying in front of him. Just as the sun sunk below the final peak, Rei reached the end of her journey. Sharp, bloodthirsty red stone turned to soft red sand, clotting the wounds that covered her bare and frozen feet. Though every step stung, she carried on. Tussocks of silver-tipped grass covered the tops of the dunes, held in place by towering bleached skulls of mystical animals never seen north of the mountains. The clouds ahead cleared, defeated by her determination, and the crows gave way to seabirds, cawing their victory. Rei took a breath, and the salty sea air filled her lungs. Heat radiated from the dunes under her feet, the last energy that the sun would give them for that day. Her cloak flew away in the wind, caught in the spindly branches of a saltbush as she ran down to the water. Ghost crabs scattered underfoot, and seaworms ducked below the surface. The sky was a deep blue when she reached the sea. Sapphire water ran over her feet, washing away the dust of the mountains. Her shreds of clothing and choppy black hair dance with the wind, the smell of summer brought with it. Wading in further, Rei held out her hand. The water came to life, merging into the ghostly form of her Harry. He reached out for her too, hair tussled in the wind and his deep grey eyes full of light. It was only when his watery hands reached hers, when he pulled her under the waves and filled her lungs with water, that Rei realised that this young man, this version of Harry, he was not the brother that she had known. I've been playing Warframe for a while now, but I've never played it enough to actually warrant a 'story' thread about it.
But in the past week I've played a lot of Warframe, mostly because I've been playing less Overwatch, and I managed to finish the Archwing and its following quest, unlock Phobos, the Void, and Ceres, and fight I think three or four assassination bosses, which I'm generally not good at. I have no idea if you can equip the Archwing for missions other than Archwing missions, and if ou can I don't know how to. I also modified a lot of my mods to make me a lot more tanky, but it hasn't really shown up so I don't know what's happening there. I might need to go back and have another look. I was actually thinking about the Archwing so much that I had a rather odd dream about it.... But that's a story for another day! I just want to fly! Well, I placed in Silver, probably due to my lack of Roadhog skill as I just picked him up, and I think I've only played a few more games this season. I am not feeling very happy with all the competitive toxicity, and while I don't feel that Overwatch is dying, I do feel that Overwatch comp and the general youtube community is dying.
Moira looks like a really good hero. My internet has been too dead to play her so far, but she looks like a great way to get DPS mains to finally play a healer. I thought that most of the Blizzcon announcements were pretty cool, even for games that I don't really play, like Heroes of the Storm (it just sits there on my desktop never being played or updated). I'm also slightly confused, because we were told that the rate of new hero releases for Overwatch would slow down, but I'm going to assume from Moira's release that even when there is only one hero release per year it will still be at Blizzcon. I've been playing a lot of Warframe lately, and some League of Legends. At least it's not at the toxic point that Comp is yet. I've been told that League Competitive is very toxic, but I'm not quite at that point yet so I guess I've dodged a bullet from what I've heard. |
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