What we miss is a hero…
The lonely Warfield was filled with the dead bodies of hundreds of men. Each struck with a power that was unknown.
What we need is guidance…
The souls of the dead were left to wander around, without any help from one another. They hated each other, beyond all points.
What we need… Is a way out of this place.
Sadly, only one blood-line of sanity was left amongst the broken glass from windows, from the crashed inward homes, to the thrown dishes, paintings, and drinks. It wasn't normal for a place so unable to be touched by a person's mind, to be ruined so heavily.
Beyond these broken down homes was the only place that had not been ruined. Trees were existent, but were icy cold and completely frozen. An old home was beyond the forest of frozen trees. Its windows were glass, but were always covered by the drapes that were of a red-burgundy color. The front door was barely even there anymore. It had been torn from it's hinges years ago, by someone looking for shelter, but they never came out.
 m.ikstar · Mon Feb 19, 2007 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |
