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Chronicles on the Non-reality Silence
They were nearing the end of the valley and yet they still hadn’t seen their scouts report back. They should have returned by now. Harper became even more alert as she drew her weapon and raised her shield. Just as they reached the end of the valley and the fog had begun to look they say a body strung up to a pole. Harper rushed forward only to find it was George’s body no longer alive he has a deep gash across his chest. Suddenly we heard the sound of laughter we looked in the direction the noise had been coming from to see Nexus held with a sword at his neck and group of soldiers some with bows drawn aimed out way others with swords or axes. Harper called out who are you to hold my men hostage. A cold voice replied I am Qarinah one of the Captains under the true king you traders must die. However I’ll be willing to let you live another day if you hand us over the girl. Captain Harper defiant as ever yelled loudly that’s not going to happen. With that she called out shield up and e
Chronicles on the Non-reality Seeking help
We had to find Harper help and soon or she might not make it. Not only would losing her be a blow to the power of our fighting force but it would also drop moral leaving us vulnerable. I wondered where we could find help out here in the middle of the wilderness. We walked along a pathway I stayed near to Harper who had been harmed protecting me. I could tell her breathing was becoming shallow and she was fighting to stay with us. The soldieries around all had serious looks on their faces I could tell everyone was concerned about her. I walked along lost in my thoughts not knowing what we should do. As we continued on and started down a wooded path we came to a strange looking run down cabin. With a simple straw roof. We approached but as we did a man suddenly emerged sword in hand. Why are you here he asked. We are on a mission I said and our friend was injured. He seemed unfazed by my words but didn’t speak so I continued my names Emery what’s yours? He finally responded with my na
Chronicles on the Non-reality A new world
She opened her eyes and looked around at the forest surrounding her. It was fall the air was crisp the leaves were beautiful reds, oranges, and browns. She didn’t know where she was but she wasn’t scared. She felt a strange sense of peace and calm. It was an unfamiliar sensation in her life. She began walking feeling the lush forest floor beneath her feet. The vegetation brushing gently against her skin. She felt the breeze gently blowing cool through the air across her face and through her hair like a gentle reassuring hand. But where was she? She slowly inhaled a deep cool breath of the cool fall air. With each breath she felt more keenly aware than ever of her senses. She felt the air passing from her nose to her lungs. She felt the feeling of her heart beating in perfect rhythm inside her chest. With each breath she felt more alive and at peace. As she wondered around she found a path near a beautiful creek and she decided to follow it. The creek seemed so crystal clear. The ai
Chronicles on the Non-reality Painful art
"But now... well now.....She was back"You may be wondering who this "she" is, but you see that was a question she no longer could answer. What was an identity anyway? Oh, I guess you could say she was your every other run of the average mill person in life- it's easier to blend into the crowd that way. Nothing about her really stood out and she had embraced her lot in life. Average height. Average weight. Dark hair. All the signs of almost anyone else you would come across in daily life. But back in her hometown of Wintersville, this average girl was lost and her identity....well to her that was so unclear. As she sat there on the cold tile bathroom floor cleaning up her latest "art project" she pondered such things. "Who really am I anyway?...and.."Am I really just a mess of brokenness" were often questions that played in here mind. With each sting and tear, she reminded herself of how lost she truly was.Let's start to scratch the surface of this deep iceberg philosophical ques
Chronicles on the Non-reality Back again
She woke up still choking and gasping for air. Confused still seeing through patches of black. Her eyes were adjusting slowly, and suddenly she realized how bright it was, and she began to squint still not seeing clearly and unsure where she was. Emery, she heard a voice call. It wasn’t familiar to her. Then again Emery are you ok? As her eyes cleared and she looked over standing before her was a deer. How do you know my name she exclaimed? Know your name? Everyone knows your name. Why does everyone know my name? Not knowing your name would be like not knowing my own name. What does that mean, I don’t understand any of this just tell me what’s going on? Well, Emery, you are us, sweetheart. This is what I’m talking about everything you guys say is so cryptic. She said getting more and more frustrated. She tried to calm herself down. Her breathing was returning to normal, and the black patches had disappeared. Her neck still hurt from her father losing his temper. It wasn’t the first t
Chronicles on the Non-reality What’s going on
Emery was finally sleeping. It had been quite the day, but somehow in the midst of all her chaos, she found peace in Cyrus's arms there in the hospital waiting room. Like it’s been said before they have always had a love-hate relationship. Would the baby be ok after Emery's fall from the event earlier with her dad? Why was Cyrus being so nice right now? What on earth was she going to do now that her family knew she was pregnant and how would she hide the identity of the man who raped her and started this journey? All questions she needed answered…..but in Cyrus's arms, she felt they could wait a bit longer. Emery was falling for Cyrus all over again but she must have forgotten the age old saying that "not all princesses get their happy ending"... “Emery, you can come back now” nurse Nevaeh called out from the glass hospital office. Cyrus woke Emery up and they both walked over to the tiny cubical of an exam room. To say they both were nervous was an understatement, but nurse Nevaeh
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Chronicles on the Non-reality Seeking help
We had to find Harper help and soon or she might not make it. Not only would losing her be a blow to the power of our fighting force but it would also drop moral leaving us vulnerable. I wondered where we could find help out here in the middle of the wilderness. We walked along a pathway I stayed near to Harper who had been harmed protecting me. I could tell her breathing was becoming shallow and she was fighting to stay with us. The soldieries around all had serious looks on their faces I could tell everyone was concerned about her. I walked along lost in my thoughts not knowing what we should do. As we continued on and started down a wooded path we came to a strange looking run down cabin. With a simple straw roof. We approached but as we did a man suddenly emerged sword in hand. Why are you here he asked. We are on a mission I said and our friend was injured. He seemed unfazed by my words but didn’t speak so I continued my names Emery what’s yours? He finally responded with my na
Chronicles on the Non-reality Silence
They were nearing the end of the valley and yet they still hadn’t seen their scouts report back. They should have returned by now. Harper became even more alert as she drew her weapon and raised her shield. Just as they reached the end of the valley and the fog had begun to look they say a body strung up to a pole. Harper rushed forward only to find it was George’s body no longer alive he has a deep gash across his chest. Suddenly we heard the sound of laughter we looked in the direction the noise had been coming from to see Nexus held with a sword at his neck and group of soldiers some with bows drawn aimed out way others with swords or axes. Harper called out who are you to hold my men hostage. A cold voice replied I am Qarinah one of the Captains under the true king you traders must die. However I’ll be willing to let you live another day if you hand us over the girl. Captain Harper defiant as ever yelled loudly that’s not going to happen. With that she called out shield up and e
Chronicles on the Non-reality The quest
Emery woke up in her makeshift home having no idea what the day would hold. She was starting to wonder why she of all people was the one who was here in the forest and on this quest. As she went out to the kitchen to make herself breakfast she found a note that read: there are four rare and magical creatures you must find if you want to win the battles that lie ahead. First you must find a cyclops he will tell you what to do next. This crazy world was getting more and more dangerous. Cyclops are real? she thought to herself. And how would she find one? She approached Harper the captain of the guards who was surrounded by several other animals and appeared to be studying a map. She came note in hand asking what she should do? Harper took a look at the note and her eyes widened where did you get this? I found it she answered honestly in my room. Harper considered it seemingly in deep thought then said I’m not sure if any cyclops even still live or where to find one if they do I have o
Chronicles on the Non-reality What’s going on
Emery was finally sleeping. It had been quite the day, but somehow in the midst of all her chaos, she found peace in Cyrus's arms there in the hospital waiting room. Like it’s been said before they have always had a love-hate relationship. Would the baby be ok after Emery's fall from the event earlier with her dad? Why was Cyrus being so nice right now? What on earth was she going to do now that her family knew she was pregnant and how would she hide the identity of the man who raped her and started this journey? All questions she needed answered…..but in Cyrus's arms, she felt they could wait a bit longer. Emery was falling for Cyrus all over again but she must have forgotten the age old saying that "not all princesses get their happy ending"... “Emery, you can come back now” nurse Nevaeh called out from the glass hospital office. Cyrus woke Emery up and they both walked over to the tiny cubical of an exam room. To say they both were nervous was an understatement, but nurse Nevaeh
Chronicles on the Non-reality Back again
She woke up still choking and gasping for air. Confused still seeing through patches of black. Her eyes were adjusting slowly, and suddenly she realized how bright it was, and she began to squint still not seeing clearly and unsure where she was. Emery, she heard a voice call. It wasn’t familiar to her. Then again Emery are you ok? As her eyes cleared and she looked over standing before her was a deer. How do you know my name she exclaimed? Know your name? Everyone knows your name. Why does everyone know my name? Not knowing your name would be like not knowing my own name. What does that mean, I don’t understand any of this just tell me what’s going on? Well, Emery, you are us, sweetheart. This is what I’m talking about everything you guys say is so cryptic. She said getting more and more frustrated. She tried to calm herself down. Her breathing was returning to normal, and the black patches had disappeared. Her neck still hurt from her father losing his temper. It wasn’t the first t
Chronicles on the Non-reality Painful art
"But now... well now.....She was back"You may be wondering who this "she" is, but you see that was a question she no longer could answer. What was an identity anyway? Oh, I guess you could say she was your every other run of the average mill person in life- it's easier to blend into the crowd that way. Nothing about her really stood out and she had embraced her lot in life. Average height. Average weight. Dark hair. All the signs of almost anyone else you would come across in daily life. But back in her hometown of Wintersville, this average girl was lost and her identity....well to her that was so unclear. As she sat there on the cold tile bathroom floor cleaning up her latest "art project" she pondered such things. "Who really am I anyway?...and.."Am I really just a mess of brokenness" were often questions that played in here mind. With each sting and tear, she reminded herself of how lost she truly was.Let's start to scratch the surface of this deep iceberg philosophical ques
Chronicles on the Non-reality A new world
She opened her eyes and looked around at the forest surrounding her. It was fall the air was crisp the leaves were beautiful reds, oranges, and browns. She didn’t know where she was but she wasn’t scared. She felt a strange sense of peace and calm. It was an unfamiliar sensation in her life. She began walking feeling the lush forest floor beneath her feet. The vegetation brushing gently against her skin. She felt the breeze gently blowing cool through the air across her face and through her hair like a gentle reassuring hand. But where was she? She slowly inhaled a deep cool breath of the cool fall air. With each breath she felt more keenly aware than ever of her senses. She felt the air passing from her nose to her lungs. She felt the feeling of her heart beating in perfect rhythm inside her chest. With each breath she felt more alive and at peace. As she wondered around she found a path near a beautiful creek and she decided to follow it. The creek seemed so crystal clear. The ai
