They all gathered on top of the gates, standing in some kind of fancy balcony when the elder wearing the summer clothing says:
"Kaye got jealous while Kate didn't" Faye said and Althea replied.
For we are perfect the way we are
When Mr Terror heard this he hastily ran with light foot out of where he hide himself and ran ahead of them into the workshop thinking in his heart, "So that Itunu girl is a goldmine!"
"Hmm, it looks like we have visitors," Recoome said happily.
"Maghihiwalay din naman ho sila kalaunan, pinigilan ko na ho habang maaga pa."
He tried to sneak behind his guards to escape, but barely managed to move one step forward he saw only one hand in his chest on the site of his heart.
I get the attention of one of the robbers and tell them I need to get to the bath room. They grumble but seeing as I was skinny and weak looking they have one of their people take me to the bathroom. I tell the guy to turn around, so I can go and as he does I knock him out and change into my suit. I just hope the Kevlar I got off the internet can really stop bullets as advertised. I got to get better stuff for my suits.
Taking up his sword with his bleeding blackened arm over his bruised shoulder, the man to be known as Winter let out a soft sigh of relief.. his head arching back to relax himself as he gazed into the blacken void of the horrific sky that was once a beautiful gem long ago.
These two men, now faced into the ground with their sides slowly burnt into a hot crisp of black hail.. finally recognized their risk at what they were trying to succeed. Each of them taking the time to lean their heads up from the rampaged attack that happened, once more locking their eyes at another.. but not out of anger, or sheer revenge.. just the thought of what purpose was there to wage war if someone dies and you are the one badly damaged. They could see it, both could tell what the other was thinking.. the only way to stop this? Was to prevent the war or to end the race of their kind itself. Pushing his body up with all his might, holding to his sword that he dug furiously into the ground for support.. The white haired man pushed every last adrenaline he could into gaining his composure to stand up, his ice cold hair finally drowning in the hot ashes and char marks of being scarred by the flames that crashed down before them.
"At least for now you are ordinary but in the future you will become someone with a countenance which was skillfully crafted. An art that even the heavens would be ashamed to witness." The lady thought to herself. A figure appeared in her memory and her lips curved upwards.
"Nget I know that you seldom get the chance to talk to him, but how about me? I live far and I'm walking it's almost my curfew and my mom would kill me if I don't get there in time. There's a lot of chances in the future don't worry". Nishan consoled her best friend