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He stared for a moment, unable to comprehend what she just said. Her sapphire eyes turned on him with a tilt of her head. He ran a hand through his dark hair trying to sort through the words that slipped from her mouth. He looked up to the statue before him, the very source of their conversation. The previous king had perished in the war nearly a decade before. He had tried to bring an end to a war that had drawn on for over a lifetime. The kingdoms of Light and Dark had despised one another since the dawn of time, but through the years they had grown tired of their fighting and let go of most of their fury. To bring an end to the ridiculou

"Come on Cho, not everyone can be like that. I mean, at the very least your family has to understand you right?" Though the brunette pleaded with her the short black haired girl could only give a so-so response with a shrug of her shoulders. "I think my parents were always against it, but they dealt with it as best as they could. I mean I couldn't ask for much more. I was an oddball from a family of oddballs. They say there's always one black sheep in the family but my family was a little different than that. "My whole family was nothing but a flock of black sheep and I guess that made me a blue sheep. I think my family was always a bit wor

He froze as he came out of the cave, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword. In one of the trees above him a young girl sat on a branch. Her long blonde hair flowing down past the dangling fabric of her white gown. Sitting there unmoved with her hands in her lap and her ankles crossed above bare feet she looked like an angel who had lost her wings. But he had learned long ago not to take things on appearance alone. She peered down at him with a sad smile, her dark eyes making her look like a doll. The white ribbons around her wrists, ankles, and tied around her neck wafted in the breeze as the fabric of her dress kept completely still. It

"I can't tell her." Her eyes shifted over for only a minute. "It's cruel of you not to. It is her fate and she has the right to know." He cast her sympathetic eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it again. Although he wanted to, this child would not beg for his sister's life. "How . . . How do you just tell someone they're going to die?" Her eyes watched him carefully, analyzing the utter distress written into his features. "You're studying medicine. There will be many more times when you will be forced to do so, I'm just sorry that she must be your first." She glanced down at her own hands, cracked and falling apart like

"You shouldn't have done that." He only sat down on the small couch in response. She huffed in frustration as she took another step towards him. "You lied to those people! Why did you let them believe you were blind?" He raised his head at her words as a crooked smile as he let out a slight laugh. "Because I am blind." He lifted his head higher as she opened her mouth to speak. The look of his pale white eyes clamped her mouth shut. "Besides, I did stop those men from attacking you. Although no one would ever believe that a single blind man took out three bullies he couldn't see." He leaned his staff up against the side of the couch as he poi

Lost in thought she didn't look up from the food before her. She hardly heard the man enter from the previous room. For a moment he stood and watched her work before looking around the small home. It was a fairly small cottage, barely big enough for the furnishings it had. A tiny table with only two chairs was nearly at the woman's back and in front of him was a two-seater couch, facing the fireplace. A pot sizzled in the fireplace as pots and pans over the woman's head gave light clinks in the breeze that wafted through the open door. Above their heads, paintings and drawings hung all over the ceiling. Many were fabulous and beautiful land

She smacked the top of his head, he was starting to fall asleep again. "Repeat what I just said." He opened his mouth a few times but couldn't respond. "That's what I thought. You need to pay attention in class." He laid his head in a hand with a sigh. "As if it matters. Why does my mother insist that I learn all this junk?" She let out an aggravated sound and put her hands on her hips. "It's the responsibility of the royal family to know of the people's culture and history. As the crown prince you must understand your place." He scowled at the older woman. "If that's the case, why don't I just go out and learn everything from the people t

"What have you done?" She barely blinked in response. Surrounded by the massive pile of corpses, the blood soaked child looked perfectly comfortable. For a long time, he scanned those familiar faces of his soldiers without glancing up at her. But when he did, those eyes took him back. A thick white film covered her gaze. This child that so easily lead to the deaths of his men was blind. "Something's wrong here isn't it?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper, and began to crack as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. "Something's terribly wrong." He struggled to find words. "These - these people . . . they're dead you get that? You