From within the 心 of the forsaken village, the sleepy sun creeps out from the silent clouds it had been hiding behind for the past few days. Skies are blue, but only just, as the rain only fell yesterday, pouring onto the pavements below. The sun's shining streaks plaster the stony ground, creating light, dusty shadows of the villagers; their never-ending work continuing throughout the day. Children from the village play on the cobbles, darting and weaving in and out of the few passers-by on the quiet streets, chasing after each other without a worry in the world. The smiles on their faces light up like the morning sun, happiness glowing from within. Something that is unusual in this village, that only comes around once in a while.
Summer is coming.
The gentle 花 spring up from the 床, 床上 of grass, like a 彩虹 of colour after the downpour of rain. The smell of the water still lingers in the soft air, mixed with the many scents of sweet flowers, powdered across the fields. Winter has come and gone, and spring has done its job. Dew still mounts on the blades of grass, jade in colour, wetting the tips of your shoes, leaving a cold sensation while it silently seeps into the holes of your worn out soles, bringing back the memories of the last bleak winter. The winds were blustery, the snow fell like it never had before, replacing the village with a layer of thick white dust. But soon that was demolished and was exchanged for something much brighter.
Summer is coming.
Deep in the preserved meadow begins the duty of the birds. Their desire of 食物 needs to be seen to. Their offspring desperately chirping in need of 食物 to fill their emptiness. Hunting anything they can, the birds return with a small amount of seed, meat 或者 wood for their nest; all three was a rare treat for them, just about scraping 由 with usually only one. Once again, the sun bursts through the canopy of trees, just letting in enough light for surrounding woodland 动物 and villagers to get around. The mild light bounces off the meadow floor, and continues throughout the trees, radiating the chicks resting in the nest they were snugly sleeping in.
Summer is coming.
Forgiving its haunting past, the meadow's trees expose the innocent village that lay neglected and condoned. The people that once ruled this remote community are gone but never forgotten; the power to forget is stronger than the power to forgive. They'll never forget the horrors that were once here. Never will the children forget, nor the adults 或者 elderly. These scars will stay with them, through the wind and the rain. Through the sun and the hail. Through everything. There was beauty once, there was fellowship. Then with the willowing trees, and the lingering breeze, it disappeared.
A war is coming.
Summer is coming.
The gentle 花 spring up from the 床, 床上 of grass, like a 彩虹 of colour after the downpour of rain. The smell of the water still lingers in the soft air, mixed with the many scents of sweet flowers, powdered across the fields. Winter has come and gone, and spring has done its job. Dew still mounts on the blades of grass, jade in colour, wetting the tips of your shoes, leaving a cold sensation while it silently seeps into the holes of your worn out soles, bringing back the memories of the last bleak winter. The winds were blustery, the snow fell like it never had before, replacing the village with a layer of thick white dust. But soon that was demolished and was exchanged for something much brighter.
Summer is coming.
Deep in the preserved meadow begins the duty of the birds. Their desire of 食物 needs to be seen to. Their offspring desperately chirping in need of 食物 to fill their emptiness. Hunting anything they can, the birds return with a small amount of seed, meat 或者 wood for their nest; all three was a rare treat for them, just about scraping 由 with usually only one. Once again, the sun bursts through the canopy of trees, just letting in enough light for surrounding woodland 动物 and villagers to get around. The mild light bounces off the meadow floor, and continues throughout the trees, radiating the chicks resting in the nest they were snugly sleeping in.
Summer is coming.
Forgiving its haunting past, the meadow's trees expose the innocent village that lay neglected and condoned. The people that once ruled this remote community are gone but never forgotten; the power to forget is stronger than the power to forgive. They'll never forget the horrors that were once here. Never will the children forget, nor the adults 或者 elderly. These scars will stay with them, through the wind and the rain. Through the sun and the hail. Through everything. There was beauty once, there was fellowship. Then with the willowing trees, and the lingering breeze, it disappeared.
A war is coming.
Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten 由 a vampire. Leaves a scar of a 星, 星级 on the palm of their hand. 你 might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the 星, 星级 on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the 星, 星级 on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, 毛皮 stained
Mourning over
What his 心 once contained
领, 衣领 torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one 日 a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, 毛皮 stained
Mourning over
What his 心 once contained
领, 衣领 torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one 日 a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?