Words from Heart

  Chapter 11: A Thousand Memories Ball Here we were after the 'negotiations' between our Lord and the stuck-up council. Where were we going to? That's a good question, my fellow. I, my comrades, Wilbur, Arthur, and Carter, were on our way to the five council kingdoms. Our target was their core energy centrals. Lord Stephen Hugo had assigned me to Starland and Dimenia; Wilbur to Lovelonia, Arthur to Volcanotopia and Carter to the Earth. The mission was quite a sample: To 'retrieve' the Shadow Galactica’s devices back. Yeah, I know you may have heard unpleasant things about us. But, we had reasons to do all this. Let me clarify a little, my friend.  We, the children of Shadow Galactica, are from the bloodline of our legendary forefather King Galactica the Dauntless. After his brother almost cornered him in oblivion and went mad, he escaped there without any despair. He became the ruler of Negavise. His family and relatives were sent to the depths along with his loyal

  Chapter 10: Chill Breath   This danger was it. I began to understand the meaning of walking on a thread, the straight path while trying to protect myself. My dear colleagues and I got stuck in this rotten drawbridge. The abyss we had attempted to avoid for many years was sucking us in. The volcano of revenge was awakening in the hands of Lord Stephen Victus Hugo Negavise.  He looked at us as the massive screen behind him closed. His face had a proud, almost victorious grin; his eyes were reflecting anticipation. “So, my dear friends , what are your opinions?” Stephen asked, placing his hands on the table. “Firstly, make your wishes more apparent, Stephen,” Akilah replied. “Secondly, give us some private time to evaluate.” “Oh, of course, Minerva, you will have the time to think, but I must state that I’m known for my impatience ,” Stephen said and added. “I will clarify my desires once more.” “Go ahead then,” Mr Castor of Starland responded from the corner; his voice was filled with

Simmering  Simmering, simmering to the core, Feels like I can't take it anymore. The patience filled, Up to the brim. No matter what you do, It is impossible to trim, To trim all options. They're nothing but, mere erosions. Within the life's motions.