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Through The Eyes Of A Masked Child Chapter TwoThrough The Eyes Of A Masked Child
It's morning,the blizzard from outside has died down.Zou had woken up from his undisturbed slumber.He looks to his side expecting to see his sister,however her presence is no longer here with him.It's a good chance Lenmana is long gone by now and very far from him as well.Zou realized she journeyed off on her own with a sick baby in her arms.He panicked,stumbling out of the cave,frantically searching for his missing sister and young nephew.Then he spots tracks in the snow left behind by his sister,he followed the tracks,hoping he'll see his sister and nephew once again."Lenmana!" Zou repeated his calls over and over until he saw no more signs of Lenmana's whereabouts.More snow has covered and erased them as if Lenmana existence has completely vanished with no trace of her.Heartbroken and alone,Zou continued to head North since the tracks seemed to end in this direction.
Through The Eyes of A Masked Child Chapter OneThrough The Eyes Of A Masked Child
They say not everyone has a good beginning in life.There are those who are fortunate and unfortunate.Tariq is one of those who are fortunate to live on to this day,however his parents were not so fortunate.Tariq's story begins after the tragic death of his beloved father,Kotori..
Lenmana,Tariq,and Zou escaped from the burning ruins of their old home.They no longer had a home to go to and it's no use in turning back now since danger may lie in wait for them.The small group trekked for what seemed like days.They were getting tired and Lenmana became more worried about Tariq each time she walked with her older brother.She constantly kept checking on Tariq every second.Tariq was simply looking around,holding his father's gift tightly in his arms.He made cooing sounds indicating that he's calling his father or so that's what adults claim."No..Baby..Papa isn't here.." Lenmana held T
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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