The jour droned on in a wave of summer heat. The herbe blew in the mildly cool breeze, insects chirping in the hum of the day. All was quiet and still, just how she liked it. She sat lazily on a bench, something her mother would have scolded her for so long ago. Her journal lay in her lap, pen moving quickly on the page. Her fingers slowed, then stopped. She sat up and shut the book. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a much older, worn leather book. The smell and touch took her back to hundreds of years ago. To a much simpler time, one filled with oncoming war and danger. And then she was back to last joy-filled day.
“Joan? Joan? Hello? Are toi there?”
The voice calling to her called her from the parchment she read and to the beautiful face of her old time friend Guinevere.
“Guinevere. How long have toi been there?”
A smile graced the girl's face, causing her beauty to blossom even more.
“I came in after the page left you. I take it things aren't great? toi seemed rather Lost in the news.”
“That girl is always lost,” a playful male voice chimed in from the doorway.
Joan smirked at her friend and seconde hand.
“I'm not Lost when I kick toi butt on the fields.”
He laughed then, something deep and warm while Guinevere shook her head like an amused mother.
“Honestly Lance. toi had that coming.”
“So I did, my 'queen'. So I did.”
“Don't flatter me so. toi know I have no such desires to be queen, nor any man's property.”
“Aye, that is true. And it shows with your dedication to your men and your training.”
“I heard news of what they've taken to calling you,” Guinevere added.
“And what is it they call me?”
“They call toi Arthur of Camelot.”
She barked out a laugh at this and smiled.
“They call me a king for they know not who they fight. They call me Arthur for I seek peace. That is one I've never heard of.”
“It doesn't help that Lance is your knight. ou that I'm...well...you know.”
“Aye. The Lord has many strange ways of acquiring His plan. But I serve with honor and without question. Now toi two should go. We're due to head out again tomorrow and toi may not see each other for a good while.”
She sat back down and looked at the parchment again, letting her two Friends leave. When the door closed, she took out the book she used as a diary and began to write the conversation down.
Joan shook her thoughts away and tucked both livres into the leather cartable, sacoche at her side. Picking it up, she began to stroll the paths, letting the memories flood through her for a good while. It was strange, to be here and having been there. She didn't know why she was here. Why she had been brought back. The thought of her dear friend Guinevere and her most loyal knight Lancelot brought tears to her eyes and a pain to her chest. But the wind dried her tears and the birds sang for her. She smiled as her step became lighter. She'd be faithful as always and maybe someday, she'd return to the past.
Powers: Telepathic; controls a beetle-like animal (which is called beetle) once implanted into someone whether person ou animal he can control then.
Civvies: Likes wearing dark clothing most black.
Attitude: quite and devious not very enthusiastic with meeting new people. Not too fond of llight in general
Age: 15 yrs
History and Past: Jaivus is from race called Beetles who are people with his powers, because of this he is shone par all the other races. When he 7, he along with Ashley's older sister Kaya watch from a closet as his own kind slander his parents, since they did not agree to rejoindre the others in a war against the other Kingdoms . After that Kaya took him in and became his Guardian. As he grew up haboured a hatred for his people and himself.
note: his from another dimension.
Demon leaving Babylon
/-0 reminded me of Becca for no reason
Time keeps running off with out her..
She cannot die,
And ever jour of her years,
She shall cry.
Woman out of time,
Who does not age,
Who harbors fear,
And harbors rage.
Angry daughter,
Along at last,
Time goes par slow,
But people go par fast.
Heavyhearted,
Wandering soul,
Awaiting death,
To take its toll.
A woman eternal,
May have no heart,
For it may end,
Before it may start.
Woman eternal,
Who cannot die,
Only one who calls on death,
And doesn't lie.
This is a poem about Babylon in case toi wouldn't tell..and now i'm babbling because my article needs to be longer..ugh. Anyway, I hope toi liked it. So tell me what toi think.
Sylver
Rei in her civvies dress
age:14
alias:Scorpio
civvies:White dress,white traverser, croix necklace,and bourse, sac à main that says JESUSinside of a fish
hero outfit:White midrift,White mini skirt,long white boots hair up in ponytail
lookslike:Blonde hair gray eyes fair skintone long! hair usually down
powers:calls anges to help her,flies, white magic,makes poison like a scorpion,and heat vision
Family:brother Victor (i'm gonna make his oc soon)
BG story:She was sent par God to come down to earth to stop evil from spreading and so was her brother who is intending to cause a bit of mischief himself,while Rei tries to find her own selves true self and makes Friends with Klei and August.
Rei at church
ALRIGHT so yeah I forgot totell toi guys that I was leaving for camp for a mois and thats why I was gone. BUT I hacher, hachage MANY IDEAS NOW FOR GOW, COTO, AND POSSIBLY A NEW ARTICLE. I have plus OC's that I have not posté bios on so I might do that soon enough Idk if toi guys want them and also FDUIJSTGFBUDFHGNBUFDIGBHVNDFUIGBFDUIGBFDUIGBFUIGBUIGBFUIBHB.
so for GOW i may restart it.
for COTO i may restart the last chapter i wrote
and for the new one i have no idea what to call yet i will porbably post a forum if i am short characters and need some. cool? cool okay.
so for GOW i may restart it.
for COTO i may restart the last chapter i wrote
and for the new one i have no idea what to call yet i will porbably post a forum if i am short characters and need some. cool? cool okay.
