Paper CuttingsWhen I was younger I used to dream.
I dreamed about the future.
I wanted to be famous, have a gazillion friends, be the prettiest girl at every party.
I wanted to own a house that was more like a mansion, with at least one pool and spa.
I wanted to hurry up and grow up.
Oh how silly I was.
I'd be lucky if I had a few friends, who loved me the way I am, and be called 'beautiful' once in the year.
I'd be lucky if I ever owned a house with a small pond out the back for some fish.
I'd be lucky if I could act young and innocent.
Oh how silly I am.
Dark Abyss.'Smile, even if the world is crashing around you.'
Weakness means failure; never fail.
Keep up the appearance that everything's okay.
Put on more masks; play happy families.
Outside and alone; don't ask for help.
Cracks growing on the mirror; just wait for it to shatter.
The Eldaen"Willow, we're ready," Alistair called out. How three little words could quieten a room of children instantly would puzzle me if it was any other day, but today it made complete sense.
The Emperor issued a statement to the entire kingdom, stating that today, fifty-three innocent children would be executed in the middle of Dahallias Desert, Alistair and I included. Of course, they believed that we were the evil spawns of Eldaen, our natural enemies.
The Eldaen were mentally unstable for the first few years of their creation but smartened up when the previous Emperor had issued orders to kill every last clan. Riots and massacres were a daily happening and thousands of innocent bystanders were killed.
Eventually the Eldaen went into hiding and during their time alone they uncovered psychic abilities that allowed the clan to kill predators without touching them. They also used the time in hiding to train their senses. When they finally came out, twenty years later, they went on