Youth is innocence A beacon of trust Honesty not marred Health still unscathed Friendships fulfilled Bright smiling faces Yet to be burned And freed of all worries Youth is innocence Burdenless wealth Undying curiosity Marked with optimism Free of imagines Buth gruesome and vile Untouched by affairs From the outside world Youth is innocence Painless, easy Simple as numbers Easy as breathing
"Tass! Can't you take anything seriously?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you?"
"I do."
"When?"
"Do you actually think I took Karoy's death lightly?"
"You certainly acted like it!"
"That's because it's happened so often that I know I have to do things quickly. I've learned that I can't stop. Matthan will be back."
"Matthan? Is that the archer?"
"Yes."
"Who is he?"
Tass picked Danid up and started back towards the clearing they had been in before finding out that Karoy had been killed.
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Winds blow so cold,
The whining wind is old,
and many stories it has told.
"Through many deep abis,
An old figure tis-
walk the moonless night,
he walks with cold and walks without light,
Oh in the the moonless night!
Walk'ith he dead,
Walk'ith he alive,
Walk'ith he away from bed,
Walk'ith he with toes, five.
Yes he wonder's aimless,
Yes he walk'th alone,
Yes he walks in Darkness,
Yes he walk'ith alone.
Oh to the old man alone!
wIZards vs. Gods
The only weekness
Thanks to J.K. Rowling
and
Rick Riordan,
Danid was lying on the ground. An arrow -the same as the ones that had killed Karoy -was in his right shoulder.
Rynere stared in shock for a moment, her last meal threatening to return the way it came, then whirled around.
"Tass! I need help!"
A movement in the nearby trees made Rynere jump, but it was only Tass. He half-smiled.
"Happens every time."
"Tass!"
"It's alright, Ryn. He'll live."
"What are you going to do?"
"Step back, Ryn, you're not going to be a help right now."
I watched the moon. I watched it wax and wane
I watched it take on different shapes.
I watched it thin, I watched it grow,
and somehow it felt good to know
Every night is not the same.
The weather and the seasons change.
They measure the tides that go in and out
they know how to predict the clouds.
There are scientific names for phases,
a term for each way the moon looks and changes.
They name the waters, they name the stars
they view the world from inside their cars.