water-elemental

These photographs of you sing to me melancholy. The white streaks called smiles and luminescent faces hold an even pitch. The ones from the photo booth, hidden - tucked away on the fairgrounds with… with so much pale skin – (remember?) sing such sour notes just past hearing. There is something sweet in it all But I cannot figure out the flavor, like Those mystery-flavored suckers you loved so well. Maybe that is why you loved me. The pictures sit in an ever-browning little pile, with Dissonance echoing out every time I come near. The faded edges of my life peeling the gloss Into a tiny tube of iridescence. I've carr

Silvershade (New Astonia), Epilogue The loss of Tidal was a serious blow to the newly-founded colony of New Astonia. Most historians point it as the death-knell of the colony. And, indeed, it was the beginning of the end of New Astonia. But, my focus is not in the end of a colony, nor in the slow decay of an empire that would take another century to crumble a slow death as the forsaken stones slowly tore the people and the land apart. While historically fascinating, the collapse of a great kingdom pales in comparison to the fading of a single paladin of the Mystic Shield from the eye of history, and the events that surround his disappearance