|Mere Moments Behind Stone Walls
Author: LightofaThousandSuns PM
Gift for a friend. The inner workings, the memories, dreams, ambitions, fantasies, hatreds, ideas, and thoughts of the five Orphans of Chaos, and their teachers, told here. What one may have known, what one may have not. T for light/spare romance talk.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Supernatural - Words: 347 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-30-09 - id: 5412784
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A/n: SO, this story here XD It's a special gift for a friend, and she knows who she is, haha. Personally, she got me addicted to these books, and gave me the inspiration to write this story to challenge myself. 200 chapters, 200 words each (not counting author's notes, and the title, of course XD). No more, no less. Now, if you've never read the books, you'll probably not going to have a clue as to what's going on here. xD But hey, that's okay. Maybe this story will get you interested in them. Look up the books, and take a gander, you might enjoy them :]
Anyway, on with the show! And the chapter title and whose point of view it is will be stated beforehand : D
Next chapter: Introduction.
- Amelia Windrose
Defined as a paradise, with endless bounties of warmth, food, riches of golden, godly essence, where one's fears evaporate into nothingness, where there are no tears to cry, no sorrow to feel; only love exists, love and happiness in a paradise…
That is a utopia…
Something I have never fully experienced...
Why, you may ask?
What would you say being trapped behind cold stone walls is…? What would you call having to huddle with your best friend, nearly a sister, under icy sheets repeatedly…? What would you, a regular, innocent mortal, say to the idea that your past was unknown, your name a false fallacy, designed by your own youthful mind?
How about the idea that your enemies always know where you are, watching you, waiting, hiding the truth…and their own special gifts?
And what if you were, in the beginning of time, not destined for this life of locked doors and lies and fake smiles? What if you were…a princess? A creature from far away?
…Of godly-esque proportions…?
Would you call that a paradise? Would you say your life was a utopia?
No…No, you would not.
For years, that was my life…
A prison cell…
Far from Utopian quality.