The soft buds speckled the land—a sign of impending beauty ready to bloom…and a sign of doom.
“We’ll be asleep in seconds, Trove. Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed.” Margot put her hands through her hair. “The sleeping scents will cast slumber upon the lands. It doesn’t make it any better that the flowers are planted on a hill.”
Trove surveyed the budding flowers. He shook his head in unac...
Like a wraith, Vina haunts while staying hidden. Her eyes are silver, like the daggers she holds near her.
Fleeting are her steps, running softly from drops of spilled blood and finsihed missions.
Some may assume Vina to be a performer with how perfect and concise she is with her opponents, with smooth fighting stances and dance-like movements. Her daggers seem to shine like stars in the night. ...
Greed was sickening, causing a large portion of the population to grow ill…and completely heartless.
“No, honestly, I think the procedure is the best thing to happen to me,” a young girl said, nearing the age of 22. “I mean, look, I’ll never get wrinkles!” She pointed to her forehead.
The interviewer looked at her with a slight expression of disgust. “But you’re only 21. Why risk being heartles...