It's like a little advice: don't mess with petrol or it might mess you up, just like don't mess up dreams or you'll lose your way back home."Draconian lay on her room's floor, peering out into the dark, realizing she needed to step outside.She got up quickly, annoyed at her unplanned nap. Then she thought, "Why all this drama for someone who could be a foe?" She talked to herself.Meanwhile, on the other side, another Draconian hung out with Yearn and Anna, Yearn's girlfriend.The clock showed 9:37 pm, stars shining bright, and the moon glowing softly.Anna said, "Your shine might not come; you'll fade and stay hidden.""Can't see well in the dark." As Draconian said, The air hushed for a moment.Draconian added, "When respect is lost, things haunt you, even your own shadow. But shadows are scared of the dark too."Anna's frustration was palpable as she exclaimed, "My dignity will always remain intact!"Draconian's soft response followed, "Dignity resembles water on a lotus leaf—uns
When Draconian heard the news, the news of the principal's passing, it felt as though a hundred icy tendrils gripped her, freezing her in place like a statue, rendering her as silent as the stillness of a grave.Although the school was closed today, a few students had to come for their special practices, like cello, piano, and painting. Draconian, too, arrived for her bassoon practice.Whispers and rumors filled the air about Draconian as the students chatted among themselves.Students:"Ever since she joined this school, it's been one tragedy after another. First, Mr. Deck, then the mysterious incidents in the antrum, and now the principal."Draconian listened to their words but remained in her shadowy silence. Her hair, like that of a witch, concealed her face as her breath gently moved her front strands. A heavy, unspoken anger emanated from her, causing everyone to halt their chatter about her, sensing the weight of her silence.The principal held the key to liberating her brother
In the midst of the darkened roses, a girl ventured forth, her body adorned with scars from battles unknown. Undeterred, she continued her path until she reached the heart of that eerie realm.There, a solitary grave stood before her. With an air of melancholic assurance, she perched atop the tombstone, a wistful smile gracing her lips. The moonlight filtered through the twisted branches above, casting an ethereal glow upon her face.With a dark smile upon her face, she said, "Revenge has blinded me, my brother.""Veil of Thorns"The girl stepped onto her balcony, surrounded by nothing but glass, suspended high above the ground. With a majestic pen in hand, she began to inscribe her story with a hint of ferocity, "The tale of siblings, two outsiders amidst ordinary beings. Both brothers, captivated by a girl from their school, yet oblivious to the other's infatuation.That girl, as silent as the grave and as serene as the ocean, held the key to their hearts. Little did they know thei
Draconian swung open her house door, revealing her mother, Lily, who was feeding her pet lizard."Hello, Mother Lily," Draconian said with a steely glint in her eyes.Lily looked up, unfazed by her daughter's demeanor. "Welcome home, sweet home," she replied, a hint of intrigue in her voice.Draconian scoffed, "Sweet? This home is infested with psychic creatures."Lily raised an eyebrow, her tone calm yet cryptic. "Home is where we hide our emotions, our secrets.""Homes are just walls," Draconian shot back, her voice growing fiercer. "The heart is where we truly conceal our emotions."Just then, her father, Vold, made his entrance, oozing confidence with his handsome face, curly hair, and teeth that gleamed like a vampire's."Didn't you forget your father, Vold?" he playfully teased.Draconian grinned, her demeanor savage as ever. "How could I forget? You're the one who brings excitement to this place, making my life less like hell."Vold chuckled, unphased by his daughter's sharp wo
Draconian started to write her novel, 'Everyday, ocean thunder, bark in anger. One day, the ocean suggested me to find my family, and when I found them, it was lovely. But they were like a battleground, full of fighting, a cold war.'Finishing is better than leaving stains,' that's what I believe, but true love doesn't leave any stains in its way; otherwise, it can cause destruction."She was writing in her glass balcony when suddenly a majestic wolf leaped onto it, its eyes gleaming with wild vitality."Hello, Wolfy, you came after so long," she greeted the untamed visitor warmly, a smile playing on her lips as she continued to write.As she continued to pet him, Draconian couldn't help but express her affection for wolves. "You know, I love wolves," she murmured. "But not the ones that live in my home!"The wolf seemed to understand her words, and a low growl rumbled in his throat."After that night.Draconian wakes up and went to her bathroom. As she goes, she sees her behavior, ye
She came, her high heels clacking with every step, exuding an air of regal confidence. But little did she know, being a queen is like drawing a lucky card – but luck... it always sticks with me.....always.My body trembled, old anxieties resurfacing like a relentless tide. I had hoped they were gone, but anxiety doesn't announce its arrival.She smirked, finding amusement in my distress, and tightened her grip around my neck.Heroin, my courageous friend, stepped in, "Mom, what are you doing to her? Stop!"I stammered, trying to defend myself, I said"Heroin, let her be. She wa..nts to stand fr..om my feet."With a cruel tug, she yanked my hair and forced me towards the stairs. With an ominous tone, she threatened, "The whole year, you've basked in the presence of your father figure, but he's gone for 15 days now. The fun I'm about to unleash, nobody can anticipate.""Lily's face contorted into a dark smile as she spoke, "If a lion takes a step back, it's not a sign of fear, but a pre
"love knows limits, yet hate remains boundless"Draconian stood before her brother's grave, feeling the weight of loss and despair. With trembling hands, she spoke to the departed soul, sharing her pain and frustrations with the world. The darkness of her past with Lily lingered, adding to her burden.As the hours passed, she reluctantly left the graveyard, only to find herself in a desolate place, surrounded by cold mountains. In this isolated landscape, she faced another danger, encountering three fierce wolves. Overwhelmed and unable to defend herself, Draconian found salvation in the form of a young man who courageously fought off the wolves, rescuing her and taking her away from harm's reach.Together in his car, they fled the perilous scene, leaving behind the haunting presence of the wolves. Bound by the shared experience, Draconian and the young man found solace in each other's presence, grateful for the unexpected connection that brought them together in their time of need.I
"That was the battleBut this is the war"Draconian proceeded towards her house, the darkness of her soul cloaking her path like a somber embrace. As she approached the doorway, a chilling sight awaited her – her real death brother stood there, an ethereal presence amidst the shadows. His voice echoed hauntingly as he whispered, "I'm with you, you're not alone in this battle."Draconian's heart quickened, caught in a maelstrom of emotions. Shock and disbelief washed over her as she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to grasp reality. "Is this real?" she wondered, only to find an BIG empty entrance after wiping away the uncertainty. A mix of fear and reassurance enveloped her, a testament to the weight of her restless thoughts.In the stillness of the dawn, she acknowledged that her past was a battleground where she fought countless internal wars. But now, as darkness and destiny converged, she recognized this was more than just a battle – it was her own war, a personal odyssey shrouded in