Sethyas

               The light breeze was a welcome contrast to the dry heat that regularly plagued this part of the wastes. Talyn, a slightly taller than average man, ducked slightly as he slipped out under the flap that served as the entrance to the lodge which was currently being used as a meeting hall in this settlement. Cynthia, his faithful guardian, silently kept pace. Her long and thin blonde hair danced lightly with the breeze which she turned into slightly to keep her hair out of her face. These past few weeks in the wastes had done surprisingly little to her fair skin, much in opposition of Talyn's

               The light breeze was a welcome contrast to the dry heat that regularly plagued this part of the wastes. Talyn, a slightly taller than average man, ducked slightly as he slipped out under the flap that served as the entrance to the lodge which was currently being used as a meeting hall in this settlement. Cynthia, his faithful guardian, silently kept pace. Her long and thin blonde hair danced lightly with the breeze which she turned into slightly to keep her hair out of her face. These past few weeks in the wastes had done surprisingly little to her fair skin, much in opposition of Talyn's

Shattered glass upon the floor. A bloody wall, an open drawer. DNA and finger prints on the knife. He insists he did not take her life.

His skin like scales Her Antenae long As one side fails the other presses on A spark, a light, Connected their eyes A relationship protected with covering lies An enemy that he could not kill An enemy that completes her and gave her thrill A war that raged on for centuries Alas, together, the could not be Their duty to their nations Forced to kill each others Kin Reaching a revelation that this war was not but sin The war, no destination The Culrpit, corrupt legislation Fighting on, Without explanaition The end result, Mass Damnation Yet in all of the confusion Seeing through the deep illusion A choice he'd have to make A

Grunting as he climbed, the boy pulled himself farther up the cliff face. His last great venture before moving foreward. He had climbed this cliff many times before. Once with his father, a couple times with his girlfriend, countless times with his best friend. There was a cave in the side on the cliff where he would hide away for days at a time when he was younger. Nostalgia filling his mind, the climbing was an autopilot action. His dark hair wildly windblown, his eyes watering slightly. The beautiful memories filled him almost cinematically. A beautiful scene, he would have loved to capture, if only for his eyes, or to share with his one