He believes that his most valuable possession is his sword;
An instrument that holds the power to save an entire kingdom should it fall.
But he cannot raise arms and defeat the enemy alone;
What he fails to realize is that only a unified force can truly fight,
An obliviousness that stems from his belief that no one is worthy of his trust.
One day he will finally discover that only by working together can he abandon his fear.
His childhood was dominated by fear;
Chock full with visions of his life ending with the swift stroke of a sword.
There was an older advisor who held his trust,
But it didn’t take long for the man’s helpful d
An ancient woman staggered through the salt-licked, pale green grass. Her cane, though utilized correctly, did little to help her stay in an upright position as she fought to reach the nearest weather-beaten bench. Crystallized salt nuggets crunched underneath her dragging feet, smaller grains sticking to her faded mahogany Clarks. Upon noticing, she tried to brush the white kernels off of her footwear, only to become vexed when her ankle refused to cooperate. Resigned she wrapped her fingers around her cane as best she could and resolutely resumed lurching stiffly toward her target.
Her wizened body flopped onto the wooden slab, and she fel
She watched her library burn.
Her world had no place for the written word;
it had too much “potential to be harmful.”
In the same manner, relationships were built
and maintained in silence.
You never knew who would turn out to be one of Them.
Her brother had morphed into one of Them.
He calmly walked away from their house when it began to burn.
His betrayal was written in silence,
without the courage to say a single word.
The trust that had been built
turned out to be nothing but hurtful.
Her discovery: Lack of expression was more hurtful
than the provoking tomes persecuted by Them.
The thoughts that countless authors had caref
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The White Zephyr House
“Laila you’re going to miss the train!” Her mother’s voice echoed up the stairs faintly, reminding her that despite how important she believed her collection of Gideon Heart’s fantasy novels to be, she wasn’t going to be able to shove them all into her suitcase. With a sigh she carefully selected one of her favorites and slipped it in between two pairs of pants. Laila always told herself that she wouldn’t be a frantic last minute packer, but her resolve always wavered by the time she was supposed to start getting her belongings together.
“Laila Marie, you get yourself downstairs right now!̶