Going HomeI spent the spring carelessly walking down a lovely line
So filled with glee I didnt see that I was just wasting my time.
Days passed and my path hit a dead end mixed with rhyme.
Regrets and smiles and the dew soaked nights, Ill be back soon, but not today.
This is just another way
This is just a different way home.
Though my past mistakes are many, I just carry on
Best not divulge the reason to everyone as to why youre gone.
Dont stand on my shoulders now though, not after what Ive undergone.
Fear and laughter in the afternoon rain, Ill be back, but Im not sure when.
This is just another way
This is just a longer way home.
Dont tread on dreams, theyre such fragile things
Foolish people carrying out foolish things by foolish means
Hoping for everything, just to break from routine
Lack of time and the changing wind, Ill be back, but not anytime soon.
This is just another way
This is just a better way home.
The eyes of those on
Clock: Chapter 05
It was not an easy trek from the prison camp back into the town. They remained partially in the woods to give them a better chance of remaining hidden, but eventually, they shed themselves of their militaristic garb, and were back within the confines of the rebel friendly town from which Gale was sent to become a part of the now obviously failed invasion.
From there questions were raised but it was Raven that handled them all. Gale was repulsed to see just how alike he and Islien were, that he could just smile to turn away all the unrest in the area. He was set on getting the Green Caps back to order again, but Gale noticed that he quickly wanted to be rid of the town, to move onto to whatever he had planned next that he was neglecting to inform her of.
And so he fled, Gale at his side, back to the district of the city looming in the horizon which they once called home. Gale hadnt been home in weeks, and the renewed worry for her parents soon returned to her, as did the depressio
Memory of the MountainFrom the east he stands to watch the seas, and on his knees he will weep and pray. Born from flesh of little value, raised to know nothing more than nothing itself, poor of cloth to assume poor of mind and heart
It is that heart that weeps.
It is that heart that is now lost.
Black were the clouds, making the shore froth with anger and ill intentions. Flotsam and bits of cloth wash upon the sand. His mind knows it, but his heart refuses it. The boats will not be coming back.
Leading men and women to places unknown, a journey that was not to be taken lightly. He sees a few bits of the ruined ships crash against the rocks far off from where he stands, his future and hope no more.
He wishes for nothing more than to have been aboard the ship as it was torn asunder, to have clutched at her one last time to have held her hand.
They were both supposed to grow to a ripe old age, together. But no more, as he sees the first of the bloated corpses start to wash upon the shore.
He has s
Clock: Chapter 04
I do not care much for the details of her travels in the daylight, so I pay little mind to them. She is kept in the back, as per Isliens request, considering she has no intention of actually joining the fray, they figure they can relegate the songbird to nothing more than a field medic or something. Truth be told, theyre all idiots. The Green Caps pile in numbers with little mind for the terrain theyll be dying on, and they take no such consideration for any other part of their supposed raid. Theyre marching with nothing more than a couple hundred men, into a prison. Their foes are already armed and waiting for a reason to fire, now theyve done nothing more than to give them targets.
Through their march in the daylight she spoke to no one. Havoc now gone, she had no one to turn to, but she did not languish in despair she had her own plan in mind. A snicker would escape her once in awhile when she thought no one was looking.
However there was one iron
Clock: Chapter 03
As morning came, the duo I watch was awoken by the sounds of a city slowly coming back to life after a brief stint of silence during the night. Curfews now lifted, people started opening their stores, filling the streets, and as the noise of the throng grew, it echoed across the tall buildings, building into some dissonant song.
Gale was not used to such chaos, and found it impossible to linger in her dreams. Her home rested in a neighborhood among what was left of the countryside, and the only sounds she ever heard as shed slowly climb to wakefulness, were that of the birds starting to flock to her garden. Peaceful songs, tranquility, and often the noise of her mother cooking breakfast, it painted a wonderful melody, where the city only seemed to exist in a constant state of devouring itself, noise upon noise upon noise
By horse drawn taxi they traveled at first, through the downtrodden slums, where no real form of control has ever been established. The people that propaga
Clock: Chapter 02
Havoc, for all that he leaves in his wake, is a very cautious person. Hidden rooms, dark alleyways, and all that cloak and dagger nonsense that so many people associate with a rebellion, he was far more subtle than any of that tripe. He did not lead the little bird to any dank and hidden fortress; they merely trotted a few blocks and went to his apartment complex.
As she sat there, she could not help but to acknowledge that for a man named after destruction, he kept things very orderly and clean.
They sat for tea, and Ms. Winston started to wonder more and more if Havoc was just stringing her along, and had little intention on aiding her in her goal.
So what you go and bomb today? Shes really far too pushy for her own good. No wonder no man would take her. It even you that did the bombing? Man told me youre the only one around here running things.
Oh, I assure you it was by my hand that such a thing was orchestrated. He smiles that toothl