StarclansLastHope

She stood at the top of the cliff, watching. The silent onlooker was the part she always seemed to play. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. The scent that met her nose was putrid. A single tear slipped from underneath her eyelid. Why? Why was she destined to be so powerless, condemned to watch history take its course? "Averani..." She spun around, bewildered. It had been several millennium since she had last heard that name. She'd nearly forgotten it had once belonged to her. "Averani..." "That voice I know. Have you finally come for me?" A large black bird landed on her shoulder, its amber eyes staring deep into her mind. The ey

Dear Journal, There was a new foreign exchange student from America in school today. It’s rare to get a foreign student here- most of them end up in one of the larger Adelphian high schools. The American’s name is Roberto Citara. I ended up sitting next to him at lunch, and I just couldn’t contain my questions. I was dying to know how different it was in the USA, and it never hurts to make a new friend. I’ve always liked to know what’s happening in the world, so I asked him a few questions about things I’d heard were happening with America. Rob told me he thought America’s economy was improving, tho

Germany sighed, pulling his suit coat on. "Another Vworld Conference- Somevwone's going to try to kill somevwone else by the end of this.” He climbed into his car and drove up a ramp onto the Autobahn. He drove in silence for several minutes, savoring the calm before the chaos to come. And his cell phone rang. Groaning internally, he answered it. “Germany! GERMANY!!!” Italy screamed into the phone. “England and America are-a fighting again! It’s really really scary PLEASE COME SAVE ME!” “Why’re you-a talking to that damn potato bastard again, fratello? I-A HATE YOU SO-A MUCH!” &ldquo