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Tameable Wild Chapter 2Kita's mind swirled with thoughts of the millions of activities she would rather be doing than moping. She could go running through the forest at top speed with Hiroshima, or swimming in the nearby waterfall, watching the colorful fish swim by as she floated to the surface. But unfortunately she couldn't do any of those. She was stuck with a detestable Ami, whose devilish grin sent alarm bells ringing in Kita's paranoid mind.
The rest of Team Hanako had separated into other rooms in need of cleaning. Ami had suggested that she watch Kita carefully while she moped around the entrance way and service desk. Her excuse was that there were far more important documents and other valuables she wanted to watch over in that area versus the others. Kita hadn't raised an argument though she was quite aware that Takumi had been ready to assist her in any way. He had scrunched his face up when she immediately agreed, saying that Ami wasn't a bother. Kita had tried to play it off like it was nothing
Piece By PieceThe prince watched piece by piece being whisked into battle formation, his face a blank sheet. The war wizards babbled on and on about the oncoming invasion but he tuned it out. The flying artifacts intrigued him more than talk of fighting. His long fingers, pale from lack of sunlight, gripped a white piece from the front line. He turned it over and over in his palm, feeling the smooth slickness. He watched it curiously. A powerful aura emanated from it, the signature similar to someone he knew.
"What piece is this?" he asked.
The wizard he had interrupted sneered. "That would be a king my dearest Prince. And we need it back."
He tossed it and the wizard caught it with a glowing ball of purple energy. He placed it back into the mini arena and continued his lecture.
A fleeting thought caught hold of the prince but a miss fired spell sent him rocketing out of his chair and onto the concrete floor. Rubbing his sore bum, he tried to regrasp it, but it floated away like a feather in the bre
RevolutionaryWhat have you seen with those large brown eyes?
What tales have you been told, what sort of spun lies?
A child with innocence stripped from birth,
Not ready for the world, but coming with worth.
A prophecy I saw fortold the end of the human race,
with you in the frontline, battling on for days.
You can't comprehend, why people frown when you pass
and why you are only looked upon as a passing glance.
They don't understand the prophecy made many years ago,
For they can't see the power you hold in store.
You don't destroy us, oh no child no!
What you do is to help us, to live and restore!
Prophecy's made, don't always show the whole truth.
Hold on for now, fighting with nail and with tooth!
The time will come when all will bow down
for your head will be adorned with the imperial crown.
P.O.V. :TearsIn all the years of being Kita's best friend-human best friend- he had never seen her cry. She hadn't shed a tear of joy when they graduated, hadn't bawled at breaking her leg and hadn't even so much as sprung a leak when her older brother had been hospitalized for severe stab wounds. Panic would flood her face, she would start pacing in circles and her nails would be hacked to bits, but she never cried.
Kiyoshi had almost wished that she would cry. But seeing her now, so broken, he wished that she wouldn't.
She was kneeling so far forward that he thought she would face plant into the mud. Her whole body was shaking with the effort of breathing. Her arms were pulled to her chest, clutching at her chest. Every other minute she would start coughing and choking, spit flying from her mouth. Her hair was plastered down by her endless pool of tears, sticking to her mouth, to her face, to her eyes. Kiyoshi didn't have the guts to pull it back from her face. She nearly bit him when he tried to
White Rose RomanceA candle lit dinner, a single white rose.
The makings of a blooming romance.
A reluctant young girl, a love struck lad.
What a pair the young couple do form.
The girl, wide eyes open, fearful of love,
For she never knew the feeling before.
The boy, calming prescence, patient for her,
Since he knows that she's uncomfortable.
The both of them, thinking, their minds hard at work,
Trying to understand the mind blowing attraction.
Neither can pin point the reason, can't figure out why,
But they know how much love the other holds in their eyes.
Waiting for AcceptanceAnimal, animal,
the village people chant.
They thrust their spears of silver,
at my face and at my chest.
The scowls fixed on their faces,
the offensive pose they take.
I can read every emotion,
dodge every move they make!
They judge me by my breed,
they can't see past the fur.
They think I act on vengeance, act on greed, act only on hunger!
That's not the person I am,
I can't tell that quite enough.
I may be hairy I may be scary, I may be more than tough,
But deep down I'm still human.
Why can't we all get along?
Until that day I run, tail tucked between my legs.
I hide my face from humans,
and stay hidden in the shadows.
The World of SadnessTears clung to her eyelashes like dew to leaves
She twirled and she swirled
But the world didn't change.
She couldn't shake her sadness
Nor could she shake her blame.
She felt the world didn't care
And guess what
She was right.
But people can care and care they did
They offered her a hand, and wipped away her tears.
She spoke of her worries, of her dreams, of her fears.
And as humans, they listened, they offered advice.
They didn't turn their backs, they didn't leave her to die.
And for the first time in a while, the girl did smile.
ParadiseHere we go again
running towards the falling sun
without a care for anyone but us.
And there you go
off on your own
What could I possibly mean to you?
We chase freedom
or do you run so fast
to escape the little pest
Flower crowns atop our heads
as we run past the oblivous masses with loud yips
We're bursting with overflowing energy
We dream big dreams together but do we have enough power to
make them a reality?
The thought lingers like bad breath but we push it away.
We won't let anything or anyone get in our path's way.
Our bellies growl, begging for salvation
but we trek further still into unknown land.
Freedom stuck on our brains
we don't stop to rest or eat.
Just a little farther, you yell back at me,
All I can do is nod.
You always know best, so I let you lead
and follow as fast as I can.
Over the ridge we run,
with wind flowing past, wiping into our eyes.
And as we blink softly, we come upon paradise.
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