Spirit Force

Dying Passion

Running through the streets of the bustling city of Cesa was a little girl. Despite bumping into several aggravated citizens, the girl kept running as though her life depended on how fast her feet could carry her. * "Alastair?" A woman called out, walking towards a man fast asleep at his desk. "Hey, Alastair!" She cried, smacking him on top of the head with a newspaper. "Huh...?" The man groaned in annoyance, letting out a yawn as he sat upright in his chair. "You seriously need to stop falling asleep at your desk; it's not good for your back or your posture in the long run, you know!" The woman scolded, placing a hand on her hip. "Chill out with your damn yapping, would you?" The man grumbled, stretching his arms behind his head, placing a foot on top of the desk. "Anyway," the woman continued. "Read this; it's today's paper." She smiled. "Oh, come on, Aya, you know nobody reads this garbage anymore." The man sighed. Aya huffed as she picked up the newspaper, skimming throug