"I'll have you whenever I want!"
He didn't want to process that thought. He didn't need to. He did know what the Nymph could do and was lying wait for her. He didn't want to think the odds thoughts. He didn't know if he would be able to steer of them. He wasn't so bridled of course. He had always been loose and hadn't learnt to deal with the loose end. He did wish that he would be able to tame the rage and have his way around the whole thing. He really did wish. That was the only thing he could do. He couldn't had done better. Wish was the best pull. He wasn't waiting for the Nymph. He wanted to see what she would do. He probably was nursing the wrong thoughts. He had seen quite the numbers of things and shouldn't be surprised if something odd did take a new form. He didn't know what to be surprised about anymore. He would only wait. He wouldn't have to wait forever of course. He had never waited forever ever. It did have a sp
"Stand up from me now." He wanted to say more than that. He was raged and he could feel his eyes bulging. He could feel his rage swelling. He could feel his heart's palpitations draped in crazed velocity. He didn't want to ignore all the attributes. He was more than sure that he was going to split. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. He did know what he did want and that was what he would go for. He would never make a puppet of himself. He would never be what he wouldn't be able to control. He wouldn't ever be what would be outta his own grasp. He would maintain the odds and rages he was already familiar with. Those were the only things which did seem as the best hoe for him. He did know that he wouldn't be able to put up with several other things ever. He did know that he wouldn't be able to understand several other things ever. He was more than sure about that. He was taking his time and was
"So she shall pay for not having me as her lord." That was all the crazy lad had said. Then the Cod did know what the wrong thing was. He could then figure out where the whole thing had gone wrong from. He had wanted to examine it in the first place but there was no way to go about it then. But there was an obvious way and clear path at that moment. That path was so straight that he couldn't even ignore. He did wish that he would be able to ignore it. He did wish that he would be able to pretend that he wasn't having the right feeling. He did want to be sure so many a things. He wanted to be sure of what he couldn't put up it. He wasn't forcing anything on himself. He couldn't afford to do that. That was never in his DNA. He didn't care what the fellow was thinking. All that did matter to him was what he was thinking. He was more than crazed about his own stance. He would do all twould take him to have his path grazed. All th
"Stand by me and I by you." A part of him was glad and the other was numb. He didn't know what feeling that was. It did seem as though he was some specimen and had been made to be dueled over by some two arms. He wasn't so sure about it. He wanted to be. He wanted to make meaning of it. That was all that did seem best. Other things didn't seem to be what it was. Twas more than great. He could feel it. He couldn't be sure if he was actually telling himself a lie or was putting up with the truth. He wasn't even so sure what the truth was. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. He did wish for that the millions of things. He had no idea which one would have the best part of him. He did have no idea which would be the best pull of the whole fate. He was trying to sieve. That was also one of the towering feelings he could never toss aside. He did know that no matter he did want to go things wouldn't be what they were. H
"What the hell!" That was all that he could put up with. Those were the only words he could hewn and have his way around. He did want to understand what twas. He wasn't so sure what twas. He did want to be. He shouldn't be feeling surprised because of quite the numbers of things. He should be more than acquainted with the whole deals. He should be able to identify with the whole rage. He did know how things did work. He did know how things would be, had been and would continue to have their ways. He was more than sure about the odd. Time was swift and fate did have a plague to lend. Twas more than what twas. He did know what twas and would make the whole thing worth it. He would make the whole deal worth it. He was more than sure about it. He would put up with it. He would make up his mind and be able to address the whole odds. He wasn't even sure of what to think precisely. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. H
"Listen to me carefully." She was seating opposite him. The Nymph was all ready to have her ways with words and he was just there to listen. That was the best he could possibly think of. Away from her from the left was Ja Lia who was still confused at that moment. He didn't seem to had grasped what had really happened back then. The Cod knew that he wasn't going to explain anything to anyone. He didn't owe anyone a silhouette of explanation. He wouldn't even buy it. He looked away from him and looked directly at the Nymph again. He was hoping that she wouldn't put on that odd cloak she was known with. They had left the lad on the spot in that hidden room. They had walked down to the castle of the Monarch and they were seating in strays. None of them was probably daring enough to seat on that throne. None but himself.
"Like what the fuck!" He occasionally would halt to have a swig of the denotations of what he had heard and had set him off. He had been walking for quite the whiles and had no idea where he was going to. He just kept walking. The biddings of the hay had been transported by the clouds and the winds swept the dust about in gay. There was no tree around that could affirm the rudeness of the wind and the carelessness of their thoughtless glee on other natural elements. There seemed not to be a pause in the tidings of fate and that was not enough for him. His sandals were heavy and his heart was weighing. He had no idea which of the two was weightier. He could had said his sandals, but the heart kept slackening his pace. His brain was taunting him. He was more like a specimen. He had no idea which mother would ever
"I hope I'll be really sane." He looked at the back at intervals to ascertain if the lady was still tailing him. He couldn't be too sure. He couldn't track her. He couldn't see her. Maybe she was done tracking the trail. Maybe she was already scared of him. He kept his limbs vexing his instinct. He was really in rage of time. He wanted to get all done quickly and forget that everything was happening to him. He wished that all was but a dream. He simply couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't. The eyes of the azure was growing sharper, perhaps sharpened by the blade of the callous clouds. He could feel the heat of the wiles in the depth of his stomach and wanted to catch his breath. He was afraid that he might lose it. He had no time for that. "I can't touch a thing?"  
"You shouldn't have done that you know?" She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing. She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas kinda sapid. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal. She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in wanting to do that. He should try. "Twas partly because of you, you know." She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her that happy. She hadn't been that happy in a long while. After she had been kicked outta the depth of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had be
"Ay me! Mate, what's your state?" The man towered over him. He wished that the man were gone but the fellow had been standing there for couple minutes. It seemed as though he would be left with no choice but to stand up and explain what he was doing there with the helmet, if the man had noticed. He kept his face down as though he was dead and could never come back to live. He wanted the man to believe that and keep walking but that fellow seemed not be moved at all. It seemed more like having to fill an odd and trying to make it seem as though the odd had been created to spoil and foil what he was trying to stand for. Before the man could bring himself to saying what he had said up there. He had fought with his instinct to have a stance but he had no idea how. He had asked himself several questions about how someone sane would be at the shore at such ho
"Where do you think you are now?" He looked around. That was the best thing he could do. The Raven was still on his shoulder. He has no idea what meaning to make of them. He wished that he could understand. He was hoping that getting acquainted with the whole thing would make sense to him but it seemed more like he had been hypnotized. He had no much ideas on hypnosis. If he didn't, be probably would figure out if he had been hypnotized or not. That was the only thing he could had done and got correctly. He needn't be told. He was standing before the great sea of the village. From the tree he had been sitting on, he would had walked for like 2 hours before he would get them. But in just 2.5 seconds he had stepped into it as though it was like entering from one room to the other. That seemed prettily ridic
"Why do you have to disbelief always?" The voice came again. He didn't know what to believe. He could hear the sound coming from the tree but how possibly could be knuckle under the fact that a tree was speaking to him. If he did tell others about it how many would take him seriously? He was skeptical. He had no idea but would figure out soonest. He turned and looked back at the Raven. It was still sitting on the branch of the tree, feasting on the acorns that it had taken, and acting as though all was normal. Of course it should be normal for a typical bird. What was he thinking? Was he thinking that the bird would come to his aid and tell him what he was supposed about to know about the mystery he had been enveloped in? He wasn't so sure about it but he wanted to be. If only he could control th
"Alright let's make some hypotheses." Ja Lia sat under a tree. He was sure that he was far from the hut. The hut which had had been tailing seemed never to be wearied and he was never wearied of hiding himself him from it. But at that moment, he was tired of walking. He should be willing to admit that. He had been sitting there for a while before he was able to say something. He had been looking to and fro to notice if anything odd would happen at all. He seemed to be lucky that nothing odd was happening. He would had worked his way around it of course. His sandals were becoming heavy. That was reasonable. He probably had been given to many thoughts. That shouldn't be the reason by the way. He probably had been so worried. That shouldn't be too. Twas obviously because he had been walking since. He couldn't say for how may hours. He couldn't also sa
"Stop it. I ain't in the mood for this." He tried to be sane. He wanted to shake her hands off but he wasn't that courageous. Probably that was why the lady thought of taking advantage of him. He seemed to be understanding things about her more and more and that seemed to bring him closer to the realization of whom she was really was. He wouldn't had had a contention with her person if that didn't tamper with his pedigree but there was nothing he could do at that moment. She was always infringing on his right and was always doing more of colonizing and luring and all. He wasn't go to let that keep going on and on. "I'll held you be in the mood." She whispered into his left ear. That seemed like some spell. The breathy syllables sent some shrills down his spin and he had no idea how to ignore it. He knew that she was some craz
"You thought I'll be gone away from you for life like for real?" He didn't know what to say. She seemed glad and like she was enjoying the best of the moment. He was raged but knew that he could never do anything. He was more like a specimen and should begin to admit to that fact. He looked at her. She was smiling. He needed no soothsayer to tell him what and how to go about what he was feeling. Her eyes were lit and the smile was so rich. She hadn't just done it from a snare. She had thought of it before doing it. That was some witchery. He tried not to remember the effect of what she had done to him. The hand she had placed on his forehead. He was trying to pretend that twas no real thought he knew quite well that twas more than real. He looked away from her and tried to sort his thoughts and make them into s
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!" He could make that into series of songs but that wasn't the best time for it. He was more than confused. He was trying not to be vexed. Even if he was vexed there was nothing he could had done about it. He was skeptical. Didn't they seem him. Alright, let's assume that they had been or were blinded by the rage of smoke, didn't they feel like they were trampling on something? How crazy and dimwitted they were. If he hadn't been conscious of his position on the floor, they would probably had crushed his testicles. He should probably be dead from the pain which did complement the horror of the aforementioned. He was more than vexed but there was simply nothing he could do about. He tried standing. He wasn't himself anymore. He was hoping that all would be well again
"What the fuck was he thinking?" He kept on walking. It seemed as though he was going to go insane. That was what seemed to be happening to him. He saw nothing odd about it. No! Twas odd of course. He shouldn't feel that way. No! He should. That was how confused he was. He didn't know why he felt that sad, bitter and violated. He was feeling like he owned the lady and should be the only one who should have an access to her. That should be some truth though but he wasn't sure if he was making real sense. His heart ache heavily and it seemed as though he was hurting himself more than he was helping. Was he even helping. Yup! He tried to help. By leaving there. If he hadn't left that place, he probably would had done what he wasn't supposed to do and that probably would had led to what would be suicidal or he might regret at the latter days. He didn't
"What in the wide world." She smiled at him again. It seemed as though she had smiled at him in the first place and he had ignored, but that time he didn't know if he would be courageous enough to ignore again. He wished he would be. He tried to concentrate and looked away from her. She seemed too hot to be ignored. He could feel her heat over his body even without moving closer to see. She was some real Psychopath to had done that at that time. Hell! He kept muttering to himself to be sane. He needed to be. He kept telling him to ignore and concentrate on what he had come there for. He didn't think that would be way easy for him to do. But he would try it. The more he tried the weaker he seemed. He didn't want to give up trying. He should be able to fight the feelings as the eldest of the family