Maroon the Mauve Shirt-prologPrologueMy name is Bailey "Maroon" Wing. Nobody special, just a regular grunt in the army. You know. The kind that always gets killed for plot development or as throw-away cannon fodder in hopeless fights. Yeah. That's me.The only thing is, I haven't died yet. At this rate, my hair will turn white and I'll die of old age when I hit thirty.I've survived. But how long can I expect that to last?Especially since it looks like the world has gone mad...A few lines from Bailey Maroon Wing's book, 'A Lifetime of Chaos'.
Shadow and Lune-Sonicverse ch8Chapter 8((Here we go again))It's... dark. Cold. She shivers, disliking the weightless feeling. An ear twitches. There was a sound. A muffled thud. Her eyes open, her sight blurred. Only one eye sees, and it is fuzzy, not clear, tinged green. Sounds are wrong. Sight is wrong. No smells, something on her face... all over her head. Pain. But... there is a shape.~sha....~He's standing there, out of reach... it's different now. Is this really happening? Is she awake? Asleep? She cannot tell. Her body will not respond, not move. This is a different sense. The sixth. The one she rarely uses. She FEELS him close, not touch, no. That sense won't help her. She feels his pain now, not her own... she tries to wrap herself about hi
Mirror My SoulMirror my SoulA price to pay, for having two sides,A soul that is me, both hers and mine,Two sides so different, and yet the same.Quick and small, Powerful and fierce,A predator and prey.And yet, both,The panther and hedgehog,Are me.-Kera, for Lune.