Power is neither good or evil, but its beholder makes it so. A weapon is mostly described as evil, however it can also save one's life. It is the user that decides whether it is used for good or bad.Power has the ability to produce an effect, to influence, to change. And without change, what was life anyway... I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.Until all hell attacked.Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the
Power is neither good or evil, but its beholder makes it so. A weapon is mostly described as evil, however it can also save one's life. It is the user that decides whether it is used for good or bad.Power has the ability to produce an effect, to influence, to change. And without change, what was life anyway... I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.Until all hell attacked.Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the
Tell me if a person falls apart alone in the dark,does it make any sound? And let's say it does,is it as loud and devastating as a decaying broken heart when it's finally found? Or is the sound a soft strangulation hidden that we all miss the time behind words like 'I'm fine'?Nila had mention earlier that Tara's necklace just fell on the floor and she didn't wanted to return it yet because she was afraid of how I'd react."I found it, and I knew I should have rightfully returned it but.. I'm sorry Kerik. You just weren't in a stabilized form to have received it yet"Maybe she was right after all. Tara meant the whole world to me and she still does. My only motivation for living. Imagine if your most precious possession; your mother,father,sibling,best friend or even your dog disappeared in your presence,and you. You felt the most he
Power is neither good or evil, but its beholder makes it so. A weapon is mostly described as evil, however it can also save one's life. It is the user that decides whether it is used for good or bad.Power has the ability to produce an effect, to influence, to change. And without change, what was life anyway... I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.Until all hell attacked.Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the
Power is neither good or evil, but its beholder makes it so. A weapon is mostly described as evil, however it can also save one's life. It is the user that decides whether it is used for good or bad.Power has the ability to produce an effect, to influence, to change. And without change, what was life anyway... I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.Until all hell attacked.Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where
"Kerik! Kerik!"I could hear a voice faintly crying out.That was strange. My name was being called."Kerik!" The voice became a little louder.It was just a dream. Nothing was real. Finally I could wake up."Kerik!" Ragnila screamed out shaking my shoulders.No. It was all real. Fenrel had just vaporized into thin air and Tara.. She was still gone."He's, he's,he's-" Staring blankly at Ragnila as I fumbled for the right words,wishing everything could just made sense. I felt a lump in my throat as I was already misty-eyed. No. I fought against the urge to cry. I had to do something. Anything else but to cry."Kerik. I saw what happened,I know it was intense but I know how to help. Let me help,please. I know who took Tara." She babbled on,but got my attention when she mention Tara."Who?""I don't know exactly but I think
"Very well then. You will get to reflect on your choices well enough in the future."The tone in her voice alerted nothing but one sense. Danger. I had endangered the lives of others because of my foolish pride. I could have walked away politely, and save others. Tara. But leaving the devil to reign did not fully assure me that my family and friends would be saved."This is your last chance Kerik." She added, then paused. Waiting for me to fully accept to the proposal. My mind raced over a million things. What if I choose this option, and defeating the devil seems more impossible than I'd expect. Then I would never forgive myself. If only I could get more time, more days to puzzle over the prodigious decision. But even if I was opportune to that kind of indulgence, I feared my answer would still remain constant."Yes. That's what I choose. This is what feels best to me, so I've made up my mind." Her head lowered into a slow s
"Not yet, your majesty." She scrutinized, as she plastered a half-smile at me. Maybe waiting to confirm whether I would flare up and finally either punch her right in the place that would hurt, or roar in anger and consume the souls of them all. I only returned a false smile to her as a reply. Not the obvious type that showed the tremendous effort in the making of the smile, but the kind that contoured the pretence in the smile. She wasn't supposed to see me getting upset because I wasn't upset with her at all. She wasn't supposed to feel a tiny percentage of my transferred rage."But, Kerik?" Mona called, and my heart nearly sank. She shot a piercing look at me and smiled with teary eyes. I almost bursted out into tears but quickly calmed myself and tried assuring my mind that it wasn't really my fault. I was fixing this. "You said you had a dream about how we could save Ragnila, and your sister as well. And Lavi. How... How do we save them exactly?"