The next morning dawned fair and clear.
At the crack of dawn, I awoke. Judging from the absolute silence, I knew that no one else except for a few creatures (who were strolling in the castle grounds) and I were awake.
I glanced over at Lucy and Susan who were sleeping peacefully in their beds a few feet away.
Deciding to take a walk to the balcony, I slipped into a silky gown with the shade of pink daisies.
The halls were hauntingly quiet.
I had no idea where I was going so I found myself to be traipsing around.

(This poem tells a story of a girl who works as a slave at a wealthy but evil household. They make her life a living hell. So she decides to escape, but not before taking her revenge. The "silver cage" refers to her environment. Beautiful house, gorgeous garden, amazing art on the walls and all that jazz. But she is dying to escape.)

As the ivory white tiles glowed
The cashmere curtains fluttered
In the ghastly winter wind that blew
The fragile maids' teeth chattered

Am I to be a spider, laying traps
casting nets
spinning webs—
always hungry,
and never speak—
until my hair is silver as my thread?

I think I should be instead
a careless sparrow, and fly where I may
and land where I please.
Be plain-feathered and plain of song
so none will wish to cage me.

But I will let myself be tugged down
by gravity, or bread.
And I will perch in hand or bush
and be still when I will and have my peace
and be fed.

(ooc: i literally am just going to start typing. hopefully something representative of my normally sentient nature will result)

Two boys stand at the edge of a cliff.

Both are holding Skyboards.

Mike jumps off the edge, angling his V-Foil at a point on the horizon. Feelo follows on an AerTwin.

"Wanna try to make Nightreach by dark?" Mike calls, his voice nearly drowned in the wind.

"And do some walls at Shadowrift in Afterlight? Yeah!"

Both boys skim the edge of a thermal and dive toward the wall of the canyon.

Feelo ducks and glides under Mike's board.

Chapter One

1. And in the reign of Solomon, King of Israel, was born unto him a daughter.

2. And she was called, Snow White, for her charm and beauty.

3. And Solomon had an wife of great beauty whose name was Cinderella, and she did bear Snow White unto Solomon.

4. Now, in the fourth year of the reign of Solomon, did Cinderella fall ill, and she wast upon her bed unto the fifth year of his reign.

There was once a rich and powerful kingdom called Modeñia. The King of Modeñia’s name was Karshë; he was peace loving, and a good ruler. In fact, his passion for peace was so strong, it blinded him to the looming danger. For, when war threatened, he went to the enemy himself to ask for peace, not understanding that the enemy did not want peace, and failing to first prepare a defense...

   This is the sad story of the Kingdom of Modeñia, and of the brave Prince Zobed. This is my story, the faithful friend and servant of Prince Zobed.

Hiya! 

Well, I'm trying a new story. Hopefully I'll keep writing it. I've got a vague idea of what I want to happen, and what this story is about. As it goes on, it'll be clear just what "talents" means. Annnnddd....I'd love to hear your thoughts. Comments?? It helps immensely when ya'll comment, because knowing people are reading is SO encouraging. Thanks!! 

-Homey ;D

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One: Running, Healing, and Aggressive Cops.

Chapter three.