Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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"Oh." I repeated, and she nodded.
"We need to train, train, train, pronto!" She said, and started off for the lounge room that was full of everyone playing games and having fun.
"Great." I said. "Another war."
"No. Not another one. The last fight was a battle, this is the war." Jerek put an around me, and my eyes flicked to Tabra who was looking at us.
"Are you okay, Tabra?" I asked him.
"Just fine." He answered, and looked at Jerek, then down at his hands.
"Well..." I said under my breath. "Crap."
"Let's talk strategy?" Tabra asked.
"Yes!" I jumped to my feet, and felt Jerek's arm fall off of me.
"Alright, let's go." Jerek said, and lead the way to his room so we could talk in private.
When we got to the lounge, we saw Shropee in front of everyone, talking about the latest news.
"...And we will fight them to the death. I know this brings back memories of the battle with Haus, and I'm sorry for what happened there, but we have to face this evil for the last time. Not only will we not lose. We will win. Are you up for it?"
Everyone nodded and said their yes's, but one of our men stood up.
"No. Not only will we lose, we will die. I've seen what they are like, they...they are...nothing like we've faced before. Absolutely. Nothing. We will die before we try, and you know why?"
"Why?" I asked, and he turned to face me.
"Because the Oracle says so." He smiled, and I felt that he was right.
We would lose. We would die.
And yet I wasn't scared.
Volume Seven
BuffyFaithfan1
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[SEVEN]
"Oh." I repeated, and she nodded.
"We need to train, train, train, pronto!" She said, and started off for the lounge room that was full of everyone playing games and having fun.
"Great." I said. "Another war."
"No. Not another one. The last fight was a battle, this is the war." Jerek put an around me, and my eyes flicked to Tabra who was looking at us.
"Are you okay, Tabra?" I asked him.
"Just fine." He answered, and looked at Jerek, then down at his hands.
"Well..." I said under my breath. "Crap."
"Let's talk strategy?" Tabra asked.
"Yes!" I jumped to my feet, and felt Jerek's arm fall off of me.
"Alright, let's go." Jerek said, and lead the way to his room so we could talk in private.
When we got to the lounge, we saw Shropee in front of everyone, talking about the latest news.
"...And we will fight them to the death. I know this brings back memories of the battle with Haus, and I'm sorry for what happened there, but we have to face this evil for the last time. Not only will we not lose. We will win. Are you up for it?"
Everyone nodded and said their yes's, but one of our men stood up.
"No. Not only will we lose, we will die. I've seen what they are like, they...they are...nothing like we've faced before. Absolutely. Nothing. We will die before we try, and you know why?"
"Why?" I asked, and he turned to face me.
"Because the Oracle says so." He smiled, and I felt that he was right.
We would lose. We would die.
And yet I wasn't scared.
Yeah i get it its short Chibimoongirl leave the suspends
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was writing a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our love is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And more sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
Flowers growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my Ipod the song was My Immortal by Evanescence and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the music on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my heart was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was writing a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our love is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And more sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
Flowers growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my Ipod the song was My Immortal by Evanescence and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the music on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my heart was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
Renesmee 12 years old
