Aileene

I’m tired; so very tired So very alone. An illusion, I know I am surrounded by many; but their voices fade into nothing I am loved; I am needed I am tired Should I keep fighting; defending myself against this life Should I surrender; give up my soul to the next I am too tired to quit; too tired to live Too exhausted to die

   If somebody didn’t do something soon, they were going to have a catastrophe on their hands.  “This so isn’t my fault.” Fiona mumbled as they gazed at the vast darkness that was quickly gobbling up the horizon on the far side of the village.  “I never said it was your fault.” Terry argued without moving his gaze from the danger, “I only said we should go to the temple and see if the priestess can do something.”  “I only wanted a little rain,” Fiona continued to defend herself. “That isn’t rain.” She pointed a shaky finger as a large face took shape in the roiling mass of

She sat in her familiar lotus position; to the casual observer she looked to be meditating. Instead she contemplating the life she could now lead. She was no longer the key to the world's destruction. It should have come as a relief, but it didn't and she was trying to figure out how to live without a purpose. Before it had been her purpose to try and keep her father contained away from humanity. Then her birthday had come and the end of the world came with it, her purpose became stopping him and she had. Not alone, but with the help of her friends…no her family. Now, now she had no real purpose beyond fighting the criminals beyond the towe

Aileene: thoughts (bloodline) I fell in love once and it destroyed a fabled city of great wealth and power, I still remember the screams of the women and the useless cries of the children as they were slaughtered. The fires rose high that night and the city nor its people ever saw the light of day again. Was it my fault my mother had dallied with a god? was it my fault that I was born with a beauty that men would go to war for? I can't even blame my father -- god and easy target that he is-- for he had many children that lived legendary lives and then died mortal deaths. After time passed and I ran from the man the world called my husband

It will get better; I say You’re a fool; You believe