by ~Phantasos~ » Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:44 am
Chance finally crept forward.
Soldier picked her up and cradled her gently. He winced when saw how badly burned she was. "Shh it's okay. Everything will be okay." He soothed as she whimpered and stared up at them. Her eyes still glowed a pale green.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."