by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:32 am
Bree got down the stairs, glancing around for mike. But she was quickly surrounded by relatives and royals from other kingdoms, telling her how beautiful she looked. She just smiled at them and said thank you. Then the musoc started again and everyone dispersed, leaving her alone.
"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.”