paranormal-fantasy

Your hair is like butterflies,_ Sebastian said, giggling like a child.__hat__ nice,_ Firen said impatiently. __eep moving.___antastic. I always like my days better with a touch of insanity,_ Gabriella quipped.

What are you doing?_ Egnatious asked, eyebrows furrowed as he watched Gabriella do a flip.Firen mimicked Gabriella and turned to Egnatious. __un times. Go with it._ She didn__ even crack a smile, though her body language said she was laughing on the inside.Instead of following their act, Egnatious simply dove for an outcrop just as it began moving away. He nearly lost his balance, but Firen caught his flailing arms.__re you having a seizure or something?_ she jested, displaying a rare vein of humor.Egnatious sent her a queasy glare.

Burn wounds always elicited pain more terrible than anything else he had ever endured. He didn__ relish the idea of forcing himself to suffer through such agony. But it was necessary. Earth depended on them taking possession of the key. __t__ the only way out,_ Andrew reminded him.__ understand that, but____he trials we have faced thus far have been minimal,_ Andrew said, cutting off Sebastian__ retort. __hat we seek is the key to the universe. You didn__ expect it to be easy, did you?

Remember when being a villain was all about wild nights and brawls in the street?

No one is nothing. Everyone has a place and a purpose. Some choose their purpose and others have it thrust upon them but no one is useless. Everyone is someone. The world has use for us all.

I suppose he could be the mole,_ Shannon said. __hat with his being completely insane and all.

All it takes is one small voice to make a difference." ~Artum Keogh~

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y__ll, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let__ have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.