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Of Monsters and Men 2.6 by The-Colors-of-Light, literature

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Of Monsters and Men 2.6

Kiara sat on the roof looking up at the stars. Today had been fun. They played in the snow, fought some new monster species, and gained a new friend. Leon had asked if he could be the one to explain to Verica what was going on. The two had hidden in Karl’s old room for almost an hour before emerging laughing. Verica alerted them that he’d stay in the town and help with the gathering of raw materials to ship to the capital. Kiara hadn’t had time to continue his trading with the capital so he was overjoyed to hear that they would have a way to adventure while still managing to fill his quota. That meant he could still order s

Minstral: Egor Snowfield 2.5 by The-Colors-of-Light, literature

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Minstral: Egor Snowfield 2.5

The next day, Kiara crept out of his room and looked around curiously. No one seemed to be around. He peeked into Karl’s old room and saw Liza was sitting next to her brother’s bed once again. He walked in and waited for her to notice him. “He hasn’t woken up…” Liza mumbled without looking away from her brother’s sleeping face. “Do you think..?” she trailed off, the beginnings of tears touching her cheeks. Kiara jolted and ran over to her. He pulled the girl into a hug and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He pet her hair as she looked up at him. He shook his head and she seemed to under

Minstral: Cave of Flames 2.4 by The-Colors-of-Light, literature

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Minstral: Cave of Flames 2.4

The next morning, Kiara walked out of his home to find Loch already up and working on his marksmanship. Loch’s eyes seemed sharp and focused as he drew back the drawstring of his bow. Lightning flashes as he lets the arrow of light fly. A soft twang signals that he hit his mark, leaving a small ring of scorch marks on the target. Loch jolts in surprise when Kiara starts clapping. He smiles at his newest unit, who looks away blushing. Walking over, Kiara places a hand on Loch’s shoulder. Loch looks at him in confusion but nods all the same. “I suppose it is time to leave then?” Loch asks. Kiara looks surprised bef

Administration 2.3 by The-Colors-of-Light, literature

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Administration 2.3

Karl wrote in a small letter that Kiara should take a break from going into the Gates and head for the Capital. He’d never stepped foot in there before and Karl told him it would be an important place to check back at every so often to reap the rewards of his ID. Eze agreed to stay behind and catch Loch up on some more background information about their quest and get him back into shape for fighting while he was at it. Thus Kiara finds himself walking into the Capital alone and afraid. There were so many people there. He didn’t understand where he was supposed to go or what to do! People pushed past him and brushed his shoulders

Reflection by The-Colors-of-Light, literature

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Reflection

Look into the mirror and tell me what you see. You only see what is skin deep. You can't see what is hidden underneath. Now close your eyes and breathe. Look at yourself again and tell me what you want to be. Your dreams, your personality, all that make you "me". Can you really say that you is just the you that you can see? Is what is on the outside really all that you can be? Or is it what is inside that is really your life's key?

Reality is... by The-Colors-of-Light, literature

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Reality is...

As we age, humans forget the innocent world we used to stand for hours in awe of; the one we’d hide from under our covers at night because we knew something was there, could see something there, that our parents couldn’t see. Slowly we forget those extra parts of our world that used to play such a large role in our lives. Oh, but how we so wish to return to it with every day that we get further from it. Many can’t remember clearly what reality was until the moment they were taught exactly what it was. We say reality is our world as it is. Magic doesn’t exist and the only creatures that run the fields have been documen

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You May Say I'm An Artist... by techgnotic, journal

You May Say I'm An Artist...

Jan 2, 2015

Share | Archive By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today? “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, in the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…” ur own epoch is one of the tec