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World Next Door Prologue~Present Day~
Soon.... very soon... She.. will..be..MINE..
Somewhere deep in the dark jungle that were filled with nothing but terrible stories and rumors, a prison held a very dangerous prisoner.
The prison looked to be nothing more than crumbling ruins of an old temple, covered with foliage of the dense jungle, vines, trees, grasses.... it would have been hidden. It should have stayed hidden. But after 15 years, it was unearthed.
The group of archeologists, rat kobolds, where exploring into the dense jungle, searching for the rumored temple said to contain the evilest of creatures.
The expedition leader, Sniff, was fairly wise for his kind. His glass goggles helping him see in the bright world so different from the underground realm the kobolds dwell, their small beady eyes unable to handle the bright lights. Sniff wore a green vest, and his whiskers were long and well-kept, as were all kobolds in his field of work.
Sniff looked around, then unrolled his map, his nose twitchin
Academy of Secrets Chapter 1Welcome to the Eversmith Academy, hard to get into, hard to get out.
thought a young boy as he looked up at the school.
This, was Davey.
He was about 16, but he was small for his age, and scrawny too. He was wearing the school uniform, similar to a casual suit, and he had a green backback on his shoulder.
His gray eyes looked up at the school sadly, it was a brown, brick building, supposedly it used to be a castle. He could believe it too, it had rounded towers, and even rounded front doors, but it also had a modern feel that seemed to pervert the wonderful medieval tone it naturally gave off.
Davey pushed one of the stray black hairs away from his face. He could still remember when he'd dyed it, his parent had flipped when they saw the green streaks mixed with the black, how long it would last, he was still dying it, he liked how it looked.
He fiddled with his earring, a long, thin silver chain that had a small green leaf at the end.
“Well...” he said to himself.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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