Deen Paris

I remember her from a young age, when something bothered me, she did not leave me alone, until I told her what was happening. She was and is the only woman I lived with. My mother who died, when I was very, young and my grandmother lived far away. She was the one who stood by me in everything.

Max was standing on the usual rooftop with his arms crossed in front of his chest, waiting for something to happen to take action. The lack of action killed him and the more he thought that the others were having a good time at the same time, the more his mood worsened.

He was sitting on a wooden bench. He could feel his trapped moisture, which had made him rot slowly and steadily in the field of time. This moisture was, transferred to his thin, cloth pants and froze, his crotch. But, that was his smallest problem at the time. The judge was absolute, impartial and did not listen to conversation. He obeyed the law to the letter, without the slightest tolerance for excuses.

She was sitting curled up in the dining room. She had woken up in her bed in the morning, but could not remember how she got there. The one who solved the mystery was her father when he went down for breakfast. He tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.

He sat quietly in the trunk listening to his father talk to Amanda. For a moment he forgot them. His father's words were dark and ominous. He wanted to catch Emily, but he did not care if she was alive. He did not realize how angry he was until a thunder covered all the sounds.

She was still watching the men with an inquisitive look. The two soldiers were supporting him and the third was standing a little ahead of them. All three had their faces hidden behind their iron helmets, as always. On the contrary, the visitor had now raised his head and his face was dimly lit by the nearest torch.

The village was deserted. The dirt roads seemed abandoned. The small houses were dilapidated. Their roofs in many places had cracks, or some tiles were missing from them. The shutters were, closed, but went, through many holes. Some of the houses had no doors and in the recesses, there was thick darkness. Abandonment was the only word she found to describe the eerie landscape. The only sound that spread in the desert village was the wind and the creaking....

Suddenly his strange behavior began to make sense. As the girl looked at the sweet child, she realized how special she was. The depth of the eyes frightened her, but the way they looked calmed her. She did not want to admit it, but now she could see what he had told her. Fiera was just a child and would be disappointed very easily. But, the man did not understand that children always forgive those they love. At this moment the girl was looking for...

Everything is blurry. There are some figures, a blue light surrounds me and I feel my lungs fill with water. I feel like I am sinking into a deep blue lake. I try to come to the surface, but I can't. The lake pulls me in, more and more. Suddenly, the blue waters turn blue and then black, dark, dangerously.

He felt Eislin's fear. She knew something had happened to her. Someone had broken through the magic firewall of the house and kidnapped her. The man sat on the bed and hid his face with his hands. He blamed himself for not being there to help her when she needed him. He was beginning to believe that what he did for her was wrong. He disappointed her with the way he lived. She had filled her inner world with fear, anger and frustration.