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In the cocoon chapter 1Chapter 1: The day, that has become night.
1070 years ago. Canterlot.
“Be quiet,” said a soft, yet strangely familiar male voice. “I think he’s starting to wake up.”
The head was wrapped in lines of tight bandages, rough and uneven. This was his first and the sharpest feeling – that something alien and interfering, irritating the skin was wrapped around his forehead and around his temples. It was dark, almost like night time in a damp cellar. His thoughts were mixing together, refusing to make a clear picture. Everything, that happened before Starswirl lost conscious, it was all returning in very far away images, which he couldn’t add up or make sense off. Inside his head, he felt a very painful, desperate confusion, that didn’t wish to stop or simmer down.
“Starswirl,” spoke another familiar voice, this one being really close to his ear. “Starswirl, can you hear me?”
“Huh?” this simple and short
Tales by the campfire chapter 2Chapter 2:
"Dammit! Wait! I twisted my foot!"
The vampire didn't think of stopping
"Alucard, I twisted my foot!" The boy yelled once more, sitting on the steps and rubbing it.
"Is that my problem?" The vampire asked, not even turning around. By the sound of his voice, he was smirking once again.
"No, but you could have waited for me"
"You'll catch up"
"Is it so hard not to be an arsehole?" The boy hissed, trying to stand up, but should he move the weight as the pain would return back in his foot. "Be..understanding…and…nice…ouch, shit"
He fell on the steps again, as his head started to spin.
"Sorry, I can't"
"You could least try…." The boy said, as tears began appear in his eyes from the pain.
The vampire then slowly walked down the stairs, and sat beside him.
"If you want my theory, the problem isn't just with your leg" he stated. "And you didn't twist it right now; you were limping ever since we left the third laboratory."
The boy didn't remember that his foot hurt in th
Tales by the campfireChapter 1:
For the crown we shall die
It's unlikely we'll go to heaven.
Aria – Goodbye Norfolk.
The boy didn't know why they stopped. The order, like in many cases, was the same "Search and Destroy" mission. Here they found a base, but the vampire wasn't hurrying to begin the second phase of the order. Instead, they made a camp fire on a hill in the middle of the forest, while on the other side he could see their target, and they waited. For what? The boy didn't know. At first he thought that the vampire wanted the people at the base to see the smoke then come to him. Infact, he had hoped for that. He was tired of waiting, and he badly wanted to fight. But nothing happened. Nobody came and soon the boy understood that there was nothing surprising about that – the sun was almost over the horizon, and it became very dark to see the smoke. Not to mention the hill that separated them wasn't so small. The boy wanted to ask when they would attack, but he didn'
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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