by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat Feb 11, 2012 3:22 pm
They were barely off the ground when allie saw a group of men running towards them. She growled at them, then turned to everyone. "Come on guys, lets get out of here !" she said then flew away from them, despite her hurt wing.
"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.”