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She loved it here, she really did. She loved how the sun rose in the morning, how the wind felt, how all the buildings looked. The adults say there is a war going on, that's why father had to leave and that he might not be back for a long time. But her young mind could not fathom the true implications of it all. Their home was safe and father said he'd come back with lots of gifts so why were they so stressed? She couldn't understand, she didn't want too ether. Let them worry about stuff, she had more important things too do. Like playing. Walking through the shaded arch that connected two building between the small alley that was directly

Why? Why do you feel that I should be alone when my strife is at the apex? You think to abandon me at the forefront of my trauma? That I will break alone? You think me so worthless? That I do not need the touch of another, the company of other minds? You dare leave in your selfish need to feel safe by the expense of me? I will prove you wrong. I will stand steadfast in the darkness and I will find light My will shall not be easily broken, no mater your treachery Abandomment is cruel, unneeded But I will not fall to its whims I will push forward, stay my hand in front of your slander for life is cruel, and yet life goes on I will fi

Who are you to ask what I am? You who will never possibly understand the workings of another's thoughts Why should I give you the pleasure? You who ask in your arrogant curiosity, to know what you can't even truly understand in your own mind? Thoughts are precious, knowledge sacred The gears that turn in ones mind is truly only meant for them What is considered knowledge is only relevant to the beholder of that knowledge, each mind is to their own And yet you dare ask me your insolent questions? Your retched curiosity to know, and yet when you find what you seek only your petty judgement will be the reward No, no I will give you a a

I am many And we are one I am legion And we are single I am shattered And we are whole I am divided And we are collective I am one And we are All Because we are the united And the divided We are the Divine and the demonic We are Alpha And Omega Because we give life And annihilate it For I am many And we are one I am the march of 100,0000 soldiers And we are the word of one general Fore I am corrupted And we are perfect Because we are as one And I am many We are perfection And we are the flawed I am one And we are All

Siege "Give me a great commander, not a rash one." – Augustus Caesar These were the final days of the war and both sides knew it. Vercingetorix's forces were hauled up in Alesia with Caesars legionaries surrounding the fortified town. Vercingetorix and his Gaul's could not get supplies from the outside and the Romans could not leave their two sided blockade walls and trenches for risk of their rear being attacked by the Gaul's from either side. This was a war of attrition and both sides waited to see who would break first. These were the thoughts of Alexius at least. A legionary of 11 years, Alexius was a man of average height with no

Silhouette It is rare for me really. To feel actual emotion for the ones I take. To feel remorse for the ones I slaughter and drag down. To feel happy for the ones I protect and lead up. Nor pity, not even for the youngest or the most undeserving of my charges. Who am I? You ask. That is probably the most simple, yet complicated question you might ever ask and most likely your last if I'm actually there to answer. I have had many names given to me by you over the ages. The Fates. The Boatman. The Fiddler. Angle or Demon, depending on how I take you. Now -a- days the popular name you people have given me is the "Grim Reaper." If you haven't