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Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Orion! I am 14, and I have the weirdest story to tell!

It was about a anno ago, I was staying at a hotel da myself, as both of my parents are both dead, so I had to live da myself. I was alone...

"I wish I had some friends..." I thought to myself. That night, I had an odd dream. There were lots of bees, and I was small...so weird.

The successivo day, the doorbell rang. I got myself out of letto and answered the door. I was so surprised, it was a large-ish man wearing a business man's suit.

"Are te Orion?" The man asked me.

"Yes, I am Orion, Orion Hunter" I told the man nervously....

Chapter 2

Wolfe silently napped under a large oak-like tree, tired after the battler with Aimer in the Village.

“Are te sure this guy could be the chosen one?” Citrus asked Newt.

“I don’t know...but I think we can put faith in Wolfe” Newt responded unsurely.

“I think we can trust him, he saved lives” Berry chirped to both Citrus and Newt happily.

“You’re right, Berry. We have to believe in Wolfe, for he is our only hope” Newt responded.

“Alright guys, I’m ready to go over to that other village” Wolfe yawned and walked up to Newt, Citrus, and Berry.

“Hold on a second...I...

8
HALLUCINATION
Derek’s Perspective


I wake up in a hospital. Someone was hanging over me. It was kind of creepy. I looked around and realized I was the one in the hospital bed. I stared up at the person looking down at me.
I asked, “Why am I in a hospital, and who are you?”
They responded, “You were in a coma. te drank too much diet soda. te passed out. te kept screaming out, ‘CARTER! CARTER!’ and flailing your arms around. te kept saying, ‘Why, Jesse, why?’ We had to put te in a straightjacket so te wouldn’t harm yourself o others.”
“Okay, but who are you?”
“I’m...

Authors Note: A little something from my wandering mind tonight. I'll warn u this is a bit sad, but I think te all will like this one very much. Enjoy.

He was angry. He was exhausted. His cuore pounded against his chest with pulsating curses on her. On Olivia. James lept up from the hardwood floors and began to wipe his eyes.The vestige of tears still stung on his cheeks. What had he done wrong? What had he missed? How could he fix it? Those domande would soon be erased from his mind and replaced with the real question: Why didn't she ever say she loved him?

James had been waiting for eight...

This was Talow's first mission, find the lab and take anything useful. He was geared up with his new group, battalion V35. Luca had done some sweet talking to his general which allowed Talow to be put with them instead of some other scouting group. When they had gotten to Nindell they hadn't stopped to allow for sightseeing so this would be his first chance to see what the war had done to the once pristine city.
“You ready to go?” Luca appeared behind Talow with his own gear in place and his badge shining on his breast. The rest of the battalion was behind him, along with the few boys Talow...

I am that one who sleeps away
I am the one who spends the night …
reaching his dreams da counting the stars…
I am that one who carries his sadness on his back

I’m not sad…
but inside of me there’s a country crying
There’s a thirsty land
And there’s a fear of losing what I’ve never had…

Every night I talk to the sky …
hope I find te up there someday…

call my name once
and see what will I do

I am here in the mess alone
Trying to find the pieces of my mind
I’ve Lost everything
And now I am losing myself

I want te to come and protect me from that loss
You are the one who can find me…...

I was trying to reach the sky
I was trying to fly
That was my dream
And te made it my fault

It has taken all my life…
Staying away from you…
Thought I then can survive without you
Nothing has helped me to forget
Everything I Amore reminds me in you
And to act like I’ve never known you…
There’s no way
………………………

How would I ignore your smile?!
How can I forget who has created me?!
The one who has changed my life
The one who has been always beside me…

Don’t ask me to sposta on
Because you’ve never taught me how to do that
………………………

Nothing I need when you’re beside...

Chapter 2


"Kris. Open your eyes. Can te hear me? I heard someone ask." I opened my eyes. Luke was hovering over me. "Woah take a step back I say." Luke steps back some. I sit up. My head was hurting really bad. I looked around. "Where are we? Where are the others? I ask nervously." Luke came and sat da me. "I dont know. After te got knocked out. Hell sort of broke loose. I dont even know how we got here. It's like a blur Luke whispers." Great. I touch the back of my head. I feel the back of my head wet. I gently touch the spot and see that the wetness was blood. What the heck did I get knocked...

Trudging along behind his group, Talow scuffed his worn boots against the packed trail leading away from his home. He had been dato a uniform, a flame gun and a sharp looking sword of his own; including a brief crash test on how to use them. He was at the back of the line, followed only da the line of prisoners taken captive da the troops.
“I am so sorry, I didn't expect them to do that.” Talow detto to one man at the front of the captive line. He was referring to earlier in the giorno when the prisoners had asked to stop and rest, they had been greeted with the captain of the troop ordering...

The first rays of sun beat down on the scarred land, baking and scorching the already dry soil. Small clumps of crops grew here and there where there was enough to hold onto. From the small village, a scrawny rooster could be heard announcing the morning as people left the shelter of their huts, thanking whoever had let them survive another night.

Talow was like any other fifteen anno old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if te could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready...

Breathing hard beneath the shading leaves of countless exotic trees, Talow could hear the sounds of men shouting to each other and pain induced shrieks. He crawled behind a large trunk, peering back at the village; from here he could see what was going on. Neighbours, some of which he had had a good relationship with were being forced on their knees as men wearing pale gray uniforms tied lengths of rope around their wrists. Buildings were burning; livestock could be heard squealing as fuoco licked flesh.

Talow pulled back from his viewing point, taking inventory of his hastily thrown together...