I open my mouth to speak but then close it again. I have nothing to say. How do I respond to whatever this guy is asking and saying? Maybe I will tell him the truth, which is that I don’t know who he is. But he probably knows that I do not know him or else he wouldn’t be spitting out such things trying to lie to me. I open my mouth again still not knowing what to say so my words surprised me as much as him.

I see that same old face in the mirror But the face has changed somehow Something’s there that wasn’t there Beneath my puzzled brow I frown as I examine What, to my surprise Has suddenly transformed Deep within my eyes  They are still the same color They have not grown in size But now I hold a secret Deep within my eyes Their gaze has turned to hardened stone The fire behind has died There is a sad reflected soul Deep within my eyes

     They trailed along behind Will and Jack.

     They turned onto a street filled with large, luxurious mansions.Will led the way to the closest one to them, opened a gate, and gestured for them to enter. They walked along a path made of loose pebbles and walked up a set of marble steps.

     The instant that Jack opened the door, a short, stout woman with a huge powdered wig and a silky, lace-trimmed dress rushed into the front hall.

    "I heard all about the fight, and I was soooo worried about you!" she burst out. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Stretching forth like the dark hand of death,

The plague sweeps o’er lands of lost breath.

The land is desolate and dark,

The homes are quiet and stark.

 Outside, none but the buriers move,

Rattling along their well-worn groove.

Calling out with much, much dread,

“Come; come, bring out your dead.”   

 When I look up, I can see,

The great clouds looking down at me.

I try to think of what they’re thinking,

In the bright sky where the sun is sinking.

They look quite happy to me,

From all that I can see…

And what I see is all of this:

Clouds floating in their bliss!

They seem to have a personality,

And posses masses of morality!

            The stiff, northern breeze pushed the strong scent of deer up into the nostrils of the crouching beast. His prey was so close; so unsuspecting; so perfect. The grass moved only slightly as the predator pushed his nose through. The wind was shifting; blowing from the northwest now. He lay frozen with anticipation as the head of his prey swung around and held, suspended in air, with wild eyes searching for the figure that lay hidden in the spring grass.

**Hola peeps! I know I haven't been on in a very long time and I'm so sorry!!! But summer is here and the ideas are running again so I will be fixing that problem!This was a school assignment, but everything is fun at 1 in the morning right? Of course right!**

             Close your eyes. Stand in the rain. Smell the freshness rolling off the hills. Listen to the thunder giants in the distance. Feel the wind running past you. Taste the salt of the sky’s tears on your lips.

*A/N* It says three at the beginning of the chapter title because it's number three including the initial prologue :) And the official theme song for this is Letters From the Sky by Civil Twilight. It's an amazing song, so if anyone wants to listen to it.....

Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 This is a pretty hastily compiled group of thoughts after my very recent graduation. I may write a more organized version of these ideas in the future.

Is everything suddenly over? I feel kind of crushed and elated at the same time, I’m crammed with emotions. Here are a few:
Relief: I’ve made it!

“Get back!” a hoarse whisper screamed beside me. I felt myself suddenly pushed to the ground, and pressed tightly against the wall in the shadows of the arch. A silence fell, and I felt someone lying over me, holding closely and breathing harshly.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

He answered: “Lay still.”