|This is what happens when you walk into a conversation between geeky friends.|
Untitled: Rikki - Prologue: Runaway BridePrologue – Runaway BrideUntitled: Rikki - Prologue: Runaway Bride by ~Sweetandsourpal
.:2 years prior to those events :.
“Avery, run as fast as you can. I can hold them off for as long as I can. GO!” I shook my head, I had to stop dwelling on Adalene's words and focus on the now. And now includes running for my life from my arranged marriage.
The broken cobblestone was making my feet pound, and didn't help matters much that I was barefooted. The thatched roofs of the stone buildings wasn't providing shadow for my exposed self to hide. The metallic sounds of armed guards came closer and closer, as I was slowing down. I did a quick turn left, and pinned myself against an alley wall.
I tried to calm myself down a little bit as my eyes adjusted to the sudden shade that the alleyway had to offer. There were wooden crates that were stacked in a way that made it look like somebody made a home out of those crates, laundry hanging to dry in between buildings, and I could see some children singing a nursery rhyme as they skipped rope, bl
Untitled: Rikki - PremonitionPremonitionUntitled: Rikki - Premonition by ~Sweetandsourpal
The rain pounded as the sounds of swords clashing filled the stale air of the castle. The cold gray stone that consisted of the floors and walls made the sounds echo throughout the entire castle – forever holding the sounds in their memory. The crimson tapestry that lined the walls and covered secrets on the floor now dripped their thick rich color. I'm fighting for my life to apprehend a man, so I'm not noticing, but I have been here long enough - both in my past and now - to have these images memorized in my mind.
Even though we have the higher number of well trained fighters, they have better armor, making it that much harder. I turned, and waved to my group, they acknowledged my gesture and was coming my way, but I also grabbed the attention of a heavily armored enemy fighter.
“Rikki, run!” Arik yelled from several yards away. There was no way I could physically fight this guy, but I could outrun him.
“Keep going, I'll catch up!” I yelled.
Helping OutHelping OutHelping Out by *RazielTwelve
Laundry Can Be Fun
Like many other children, Diana and Averia fancied themselves to be quite helpful around the house. Whether or not that was actually true was a very different story, but the last thing Lightning wanted to do was discourage them. If the kids wanted to help out, then she was only too happy to let them. So when the girls asked if they could help her hang up the laundry, she agreed.
She should have known better.
There were problems right from the start. Diana wanted to carry the basket full of laundry, but it was bigger than she was. Despite the obvious problem this presented, Diana refused to relinquish her hold on the basket. She had said she would carry it, and she would – sort of.
Averia wrapped both arms around the basket and hefted it out of the laundry room with Diana wedged under it in what she felt was the best position to help. It was a miracle they didn’t trip over more than once, and it was luck more than skill that allowed them