WitchWarren

Panic is rampant. An ordered panic as, one by the one, the Shrins are packed and locked. children sccream, writhe, cry, fight. There is no hope, only endurance in the fight against Him. But.... There is one form of quiet in the doom. One space of peace in the revolt. Where a girl stares at the wall        ...And sighs....

Everyone was running. Screaming. A child bends over her mother's still body desperately pleading her to wake up; all the while the woman's sightless eyes stare up towards the horror that was the Possessor. He had attacked by surprise and great force, already causing several Elders to fall; their magic spent and with it their lives. There would be time to mourn later, if there was a later. An Elder rushed over to the child, grabbing her and dragging her, kicking and screaming towards the Shrins; shelter ships designed for the day when we could no longer defend against the Possessor. The Elder hands the child over to another then rushes back

now mi wnna ask how u gyz gt ur Lit stff on Deviant. cud som1 pleez descrbe how 2? Pleeez, wud b in ur debt. also lik i sad in mi lst journ entri if mi cuz vinton is out der & is reding dis den contct mi. PLEEZ. Pauline x