I sat up in my chair, a slight surge of energy surfacing from some unknown storage cell within. Â Fighting off the relentless pull of slumber, I allowed myself a moment to find my bearings and send the message I had been typing moments earlier. Â It was late, somewhere near 3:
Once I was walking though the woods, the sunlight shining through the trees making everything come to life around me. Â As I neared a clearing, I saw a bridge spanning a shallow ravine with a small creek running through it. Â The water played a sweet tune as it drifted past,
The mexican smiles, Not at actions of his peers, But quirks of his own.
Miles from home again, Memories and starry nights, Make the ride complete.
On any given day, one could walk through the courtyard and hear a myriad of sounds. At times it was cluttered with clanks and clangs of steel upon steel, a sure sign that a training exercise was taking place. Some days it was peaceful, almost serene, with the carefree songs
Two shadows fell across the edge of the creek, their outlines nearly merging to become one form. It could be assumed both were cast by humans, their slim builds and straight stature of youth revealing one as male and the other a slightly shorter female. The shadows paused and separated