by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:31 pm
Allie took the rock and instantly got a memory back. To people around her it looked like her eys had glazed over and she was just staring off into space. She remembered her power and how it had gotten the rock and that no one else could see it.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”