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After a couple hours I had got use to my body again, jumping and bounding I felt wonderful "That's it, tu got it Joel!" Alice applauded me with her wonderfully cute voice "Heh, thanks it's not hard now." I replied blushing bright red, soon I was able to do things that I couldn't do before.

I could shoot ice from my finger tips it was amazing I never knew I was able to do these things, "Wow that's amazing Joel!" she exclaimed, I could feel her presence growing in my head however, it felt like she was becoming más than just a voice, time dragged on eventually it got to the point where I could...

*Prologue before this chapter :)

Holding my breath, I went to first block, History. I threw my bad onto the floor, and fell down into my seat. I quickly pulled my capucha, campana up, crossed my arms, and tried to be invisible. How come when I was wanting to be seen, I wasn't, yet now when I needed to be invisible, it seemed like I had a giant neon sign pointed at me, shouting "Look at me! It's all my fault!"

Mr. Thorson started attendance, and I wished my name was magically erased from his checklist.

"Essence," he said, bored.

"Here," I whispered in the dead silence. All eyes turned on me. Mr. Thorson nearly...

There is a pack of lobos that love, worship, fear, and respect blood. One of the lobos from that pack has offered to tell about the pack and her self. She may be a pup but she is very knowledgably about her pack. Her name is Kazenzy.

She has a bit of a división, split personalities though. One evil and one sweet and hyper. Both interesting but the fact that she has división, split personalities sends most other lobos away. Now lets let her start.

Kazenzy’s part Dialogue
I’m from a far off pack called The True Pack of Red Souls. There the only resource we used was blood, that is and our kills that we drained...

I named him Chance. His presence easily expelled the loneliness that I had felt for months upon months. I did everything I could to care for him, even if it meant me missing a meal. He slept and cried a lot, but that's what bebés do. He cried the most at night. To get him to stop, I rocked him gently in my arms and sang softly to him songs that my mother would sing to calm me down. That soothed him almost instantly, and he blissfully fell asleep.

It was when he was almost three weeks old that I noticed something wrong. Chance was sleeping in his crib, a.k.a. my suitcase, and I heard a raspy...

When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because tu saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
You can't think, it makes tu wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.

The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving tu so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves tu praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it...

Why?
That one word that everyone asks themselves some time in their life.
Why?
Always with a pregunta mark.
I ask myself this now. As I stumble out the bed, yesterday's horrors were sinking in like the Titanic.
My head hurt, my eyes hurt, my legs hurt. But mos of all my corazón hurt. I wanted to rip it out my chest, tear it apart and keep it from hurting me again. Why did he do this?
That word again.
Why?
I trip and fall flat on my face in the dark bathroom. To a lot of people this is just a normal Saturday morning. To me, it was like a nightmare tu couldn't wake up from.
It hurt. Everything hurt....

Where I was stood it felt like flying. I could feel the soft breeze caressing my face and lifting tendrils of my long black hair. I smiled slightly as the wind reminded me of my mother. She was always with me, just like she dicho she would be.
I opened my eyes slowly to look at the beautiful world around me. Standing on a piece of jutting out rock siguiente to the waterfall, I could hear the water rushing and cascading downwards. I could see all the trees laid out beneath me, lush and esmeralda green, only separated por the wide, glistening blue river that carried on the waterfall I was siguiente to.
I...

IN AMAZON
tecna: i amor all my gadgets, but i enjoy nature as well
bloom: i totally tecna
stella: ugh all this humidity is making my hair frizzy
bloom: stella!
stella: huh oh yeah i loved sophix powers the outfits were amazing and i loved our bond with nature
tecna: when i think about when we had the sophix
bloom: makes me jelous of floraand just wish
stella: that i had the nature power
timmy: whoah, did tu girls just finish eachother's sentece together
brandon: o did tu mean totally difrent things
tecna: i was going to say what they said
stella:yeah
bloom: same thing
sky: amazing
stella: guys watch out...

Defined words;
Words that play roles in the exact Deadly forms that declare one as a person.
Tears written por the hand of an invisible Teenage nothing.
Whose words represent the world’s untold secrets,
who is nothing may write all that is something.
Yet there plays a frown of despair and loneliness,
Eyes falling through her transparent perspective, creativity a blob ignored por most.
There is a hollow Empty,
Yearning for something,
Misunderstood and malicious morbidity that attacks her soul in a war of mankind;
The end to everything and yet the beginning of something totally new.
Who mimics her...

That día at school, I was afraid for possibly my life. If Blake let anything slip... I was dead. I was afraid to mention anything though. What if he decided he would tell someone? In English class, he talked to me like normal, but he seemed reserved. He wasn't his usual happy-self. Then Mateo came over.

"Hey man, why'd tu leave last night? It was awesome!" he said. Blake looked back at me; a reminder. Apparently Mateo paid little to no attention to me last night.

"Something came up," Blake dicho exasperated. Mateo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Are we still hanging out tonight? Gwen wants to go see...

Snow. To us, it seemed like the pure spirit to keep us alive. It was always saddening to know that winter passed so mysteriously, every year; a new condition globally, whether it be a blizzard o rarely a snowfall at all. Either way, the cold was a mixture of high against our skin, and the instant that we saw frost escaping from the sky and settling against the window the anterior morning, we knew we were in luck.

I am sad to say that it's not winter right now.

No, beyond the human portal it was only the blazing sun that taunted us as we stayed indoors, avoiding the exposure. For the feyries...