Trapped
EnhetThe Village EnhetEnhet
When a person comes across the small town of Enhet, one of two things usually happens.
The first thing (and the most common) is that they keep going toward their original destination, never giving the peaceful village a second thought. The small town, by most people's standards, isn't exactly the prettiest place. The tiny streets are too narrow to bring more than a one horse carriage through, so most people only see Enhet from a distance anyway. Even if they were to get closer they would find small houses, broken down shops, dirty streets, and no large market to speak of. The small town is located a
IdentityShivering as people's personalities seep in and out of me the eyes are opened lies are shown and status melts to liquid running through the riverbeds of choices over voices of my past, so past-times never last; I cast my vote, but I was told that what I wrote would never change and then I learned: Identity is out of rangeIdentity
Krysthos keyBlade- How simple it is to stop short the life of another being, thought blade for the thousandth time. She was sitting over her fire, meat in hand, looking down at a small rabbit's head. And how impossible to bring them back. She was far past sadness now. She was far beyond crying. All she knew was anger. She ripped the skin from the rabbits skull . All she knew was hate. Every animal she killed looked like her son. Every bite she ate felt like murder. She hated herself for what she did, but she knew she couldn't bring him back. Her sweet Kyler. She tore at the rabbit with a sneer, and put out the fire quickly. She had to keep moving.Krysthos key
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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