SaorsaYou can't trick the children
of the revolution.
You cannot deny them
their birthright so dear.
You cannot revoke now
this promise of freedom
Or make us naive
Your empire's falling, and you
should admit it.
A million point six
are now waiting to LIVE.
Yeah, LIVE, that's right,
and not just survive life
and tolerate - barely -
what we get from you.
and a spirit so proud
We've no swords, and no guns,
but you'd better know:
the battle might be yours,
the war will be ours,
the only thing "great"
is your glorious fall.
LoveI don't even know how to put this.
Some people might think me stupid, or naive
Speaking to a construct more social than real.
It's like you're a drug, that strays me to actions
I would not consider, actions plainly surreal.
It's like you're a ghost that shields me from harm
And, with the lightest touch, you guide my arm.
I don't even know how to put this,
But your love, it fills me with such bliss.
Your love is vast, vast like the ocean,
Although often stormy, freezing and harsh.
Like a goddess, you summon endless devotion,
Requite all affections, return all your gifts.
And when I walk down the streets of this city,
Breathe this free air, and suffer nobody's pity
And when everything, from the birds to the worms
The land and the sky, the hills and the cairns
Speaks my language - that's when I know.
Lietuva, myliu tave.
Revolution RouletteIt was at the ruined city of Cír Delainn that she finally found us.
She had been lying in wait for us at the old fort of Dhennilan, which once marked the border between the lands of the Dhenniforghian and the Dwoyaran peoples; but we, like shadows, eluded her that night, and surged on westward to the banks of that mighty river, the Dwoyara. We hoped that its waters would grant us passage to the north, to Dwoyr and to Nornlihk, where we could find refuge in the minds of the many ill souls that dwell in those vast cities. We needed new bodies to make her lose our trail, new hosts, for she knew the identities we had assumed and she knew where our paths led. Regardless, when we reached Cír Delainn, we foolishly thought that we had evaded her. It was there in that ancient ruin on the Dwoyara's bank that we fed our bodies berries and mushrooms, and drank the water the river gave us. We thought that we could still yet escape. That we still had a chance.
It was then that the storm ca
BreatheI know little.
I own even less.
I am free like no one else.
There was a sort of sobriety among the trainees on that summer night; it had just rained, and there was that morning-like feeling of briskness and new life in the air, even though the sun had long disappeared beyond the hilly western horizon. Before the initiation, they said their prayers, the words seemingly much more somber and dark than ever before, in their secluded rooms with only Alyavarra the Mother-Goddess listening in. It was this morning that they left their past lives, and wasted names, and lost destinies behind, walking onward down a new path, a path they had drawn without doubt, with a cool certainty in their hearts and minds.
They all dressed in the plainest way they could, and Kara was no exception, putting on a tunic as black as the night sky. Her long raven hair she spun into a tight braid and she took out her earrings, tossing them absentm
LiesYou don't know, at all, what I am feeling.
And don't understand my outrage and fear.
There is no such truth I haven't yet stated
That you could believe in, do I not speak clear?
There is no deception, no lie, no more anger
That I will yet take from others than me.
I’m done scraping, bowing, pretending to listen
My truth and my fury are greater than fear.
At this point in time, I have no more terror
In my heart, which burns with a fire so strong.
I call out for things that I still believe in:
I call for our freedom, and justice, and love.
I do not believe in what you are saying.
Not one word. Not one word at all.
I only believe in you having bought it –
A lie, greater than even your fall.
Rock, Paper, ScissorsTypically, the Nindortharn pass in northern Thaesteria was anything but a quiet pass. Typically, every lovely morning, dozens of people trekked down this road by the river Algorich, making their way beyond the Valley of Nindor and on to the Thaesterian lowlands. This was a relatively notable trade artery that axed through the valley, nudging the only local major city of Nindorlach and pressing on northeastward into the wastelands. Merchants who sought to set up trade relations with the northerners and the orcs (although a common joke in the Nindor said there was really no difference) often took this path to avoid gnome country and the resultant cross-border taxation.
Tonight wasn’t quiet, yes, but it wasn’t typical, either. Lightning slashed the sky and the water of the river Algorich tumultuously whirled round and round – up, up and out of the actual riverbed. This resultant column of water then swung round, aiming for the head of an unfortunate individual not too fa
Fearless: Chapter Three
It wasn’t until the bell of a massive glass door rang out that Ellie snapped out of her thoughts. She grew very aware of the skin of a stranger pressing against her own sleeveless arms, so she teetered forward, hoping to get away from it as much as possible. Then again, she was sitting in someone’s hand. He was touching her, whether either of them liked it or not. Taking a deep breath, Ellie ignored her thundering heart and raised her voice.
“Could you maybe...like...put me down?” Shaking violently, the girl managed to balance herself on her knees, grabbing for the giant thumb that hung near her like the bar that fastens one in to a roller coaster car. The first thing she noticed as her air-condition-chilled arms wrapped around the appendage was how very warm it was. Curious, her fingers began to explore the small area they spanned across, feeling the lines and curves and smooth and rough grooves of a colossal fingerprint.
Evric was certainly aware of the
Fearless: Chapter Four
Evric had zipped his jacket almost all the way up, leaving a small gap so that he could hold Ellie against his chest, the flaps of the jacket and his hand covering her from the drenching rain.
Ellie’s heart was pounding in rhythm with Evric’s gargantuan footsteps, yet she felt safe and warm in his grasp for once. Yes, the wind was still tossing her reddish-brown hair into her face, but every other part of her was covered.
Tired of having to squint, Ellie faced the wall of warm blue shirt fabric. She let her knuckles go white as they grabbed at it, and then she burrowed hard against what she briefly forgot was Evric. That was, until she felt his larger-than-life heart softly pummeling against her, shaking her to the core but also calming her.
His fingers curled firmly but tenderly around her, allowing her to relax without the worry that she might fall. She was comfortably curled up, leaning against the taren’s warm body, but at the same time she was anxious.
The Teacher's Assistant--France x Male!Reader-PT3
Previously: '"Alright,it's a date then!" Francis smiled before waving goodbye. "See you then!" (M/N) stood there,mouth agape.
"I-IT'S NOT A DATE!" But the happy Frenchman had already ohonhon-ed his way back to his car.
Francis drummed his fingers on the table, anticipating (M/N)'s arrival. Oh (M/N)...the sweet, new assistant. He's the luckiest person ever to have such a cute little assistant! And if he's still stressed out, they can go to his place and get rid of some stress...ohon~
Francis knows that (M/N) doesn't think of this as a date, and neither does he honestly. It's just lunch. He just liked the reaction that he knew he'd get from the (H/C) haired man. Even if this isn't a date, Francis is determined to get (M/N) to love him...or at least like him!
The door of the diner opened with a ring and Francis looked up hopefully. Nope. It was just a different person. His hopes were shrinking after waiting for so long. Maybe he de
Practically Kidnapped ch1Ch1. Why couldn't it have been money?
Last week was a good week. My mom and I went to the market to buy a few things and it was over all a fun trip. I liked it. Who wouldn't, though? Sifting through random stuff that doesn't belong to you, silently judging others based on what they bought and are undoubtably going to throw away later. It's great, really.
But this week... Mom was too happy, too excited. Hell, she was always excited, but this morning she flew into my room, not literally, at least, but she pulled me out of bed with the biggest smile on her face. I thought we had won a million dollars or something. Ooooh how I wish it had been a million dollars. Maybe just a hundred...not sure why she'd be excited about a hundred, but hey.
"Get dressed, pack a bag," she yelled, releasing me to pull out a floral backpack and an ugly black suitcase from the depths of my closet. I barely had time to wet my lips, readying myself to ask a questio
Hans : Phoenix of the Southern Isles - Sneak Peek
Princess Anna followed the peculiar sounds down the stairs. "Hello?", she wondered. "Olaf? Sven?" She lit a candle as a figure was illuminated in front of her. The princess gasped before dropping her candle, sending it crashing to the ground.
"This way!", urged the Arendelle captain as his soldiers joined in. "The sound came from over here!" The men's boots stomped across the hall as one of the doors swung open. They watched as Vita barged through, holding Princess Anna hostage with a flintlock pistol. The soldiers drew their swords and stood ready.
"Back up!", barked Vita as she twisted the gun's nozzle against the side of Anna's head. "Now!" Anna winced at the pressure. "I'll shoot her. You know I will! Back! NOW!"
The men looked at each other, slowly backing up as Vita made her way down the adjacent hall. "Elsa!", hopelessly cried Anna. She then elbowed her attacker in the chest and threw a punch.
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