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Entering the Academy "Crap, Crap, Crap," Brian groaned as he hurried past the old oak tree that stood by the main gate, watching over him silently as he dropped the books that he had been carrying haphazardly in both of his arms, sending loose papers flying every which way. Again, he groaned in desperation and dropped to his knees, trying to pick up all the books while simultaneously gathering all the loose papers before they blew away. Even though there wasn't the slightest breeze, they still managed to slip through his fingers and get carried away, as if by invisible thieves. Although, he thought, rolling his eyes as he caught his yet-to-be-started paper on Artificial Invocation Areas, that may very well be the case. Nevertheless, he managed to gather all his stuff and continue hisapparently endlesstrek to the other side of campus, with nothing more than a dirtied pair of pants and some lost time.
Suddenly, to Brian's shock and dismay, the obnox
Lifeless Zero black dark nothing zero zero darkness black endless nothing black dark dark zero nothing black dark nothing endless nothing zero zero dark dark dark DARK!
An endless, sporadic string of empty thoughts, of which define our very existence. These thoughts of nothingness are what keep us sane. We must continue to think and think and think until all forms of thought have been exhausted, and then we must continue to think. We think lest we go mad. Our existence is one of pure thought, endless, repeating thoughts of nothing and zeroes. We have no senses to perceive our nothingness, which only furthers our madness, for how can our existence be a real one if we cannot even perceive it? It must be impossible, and yet, we exist. It is a drab existence of thought and darkness, but it is one nonetheless. Well, we wish it were one of darkness, but we cannot barely recall what darkness is. All we have are the echoes of memories to remind us that there is more than
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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