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((ahem ^^ Sorry. I used guardian in this because I know some of آپ did not have your mother یا father.. and please do not say. "WELL I LIVED ALONE" یا "I DIDN'T KNOW MY PARENTS" Just enjoy.. cx ))
آپ look up in awe as your guardian tells آپ stories of heroes with capes and powers no normal human can have. The good they do to be awarded love and respect, to earn the fear in their enemies, and to feel the weight of the world on them.
آپ wish so badly to become a hero like those, to have powers and to save lives. Not a thought fills your head about the powers already developing in your young body, no trace of an idea of the destruction یا construction they will bring to the fragile world around you.
Your young eyes narrow as your guardian pats your head and kisses آپ before heading to بستر and telling آپ to do the same. آپ begin to protest bu your guardian picks آپ up and carries آپ to your bed.
Filled with excitement آپ can't sleep, آپ beg for another story, but are rejected with a kiss again and a hug before being put to rest. Slumber doesn't come easy. آپ get up and look out the window.
A shooting-star.
آپ heard of stories where princesses یا princes wished upon stars and got what they wanted. But آپ where neither of those things. آپ where you. A growl escapes your lips but آپ look up at the sky and wish so hard to meet a superhero.
Fate has a different path for you.
آپ open your eyes and hiss as nothing is different. Suddenly the powers, that have been cooped up for so long, are released. A glossy gaze fills your eyes as آپ realized what just happened. Staring at your hands آپ don't understand... but you. Less than ordinary you, extraordinary you.
آپ can't understand, you're too young to even comprehend, that you'll have to kill people and save people for yourself and آپ know آپ will live a life of doubt, love, evil, good, you'll leave loved ones, make friends, watch them die.. Will آپ be a hero? A villain? آپ have no idea but that's up to fate to decide on what path آپ follow.
((short and sweet.. ;D))
((the idea came from these lyrics))
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
دکھائیں me how to be whole again
Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova's glow
And drop me down to the dream below
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything there for آپ to see
For آپ to see
Bring me ہوم in a blinding dream,
Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And دکھائیں me how to be whole again
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything there for آپ to see
For آپ to see
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything there for آپ to see
For آپ to see
For آپ to see <- Linkin Park : قلعہ of Glass..
((ahem ^^ Sorry. I used guardian in this because I know some of آپ did not have your mother یا father.. and please do not say. "WELL I LIVED ALONE" یا "I DIDN'T KNOW MY PARENTS" Just enjoy.. cx ))
آپ look up in awe as your guardian tells آپ stories of heroes with capes and powers no normal human can have. The good they do to be awarded love and respect, to earn the fear in their enemies, and to feel the weight of the world on them.
آپ wish so badly to become a hero like those, to have powers and to save lives. Not a thought fills your head about the powers already developing in your young body, no trace of an idea of the destruction یا construction they will bring to the fragile world around you.
Your young eyes narrow as your guardian pats your head and kisses آپ before heading to بستر and telling آپ to do the same. آپ begin to protest bu your guardian picks آپ up and carries آپ to your bed.
Filled with excitement آپ can't sleep, آپ beg for another story, but are rejected with a kiss again and a hug before being put to rest. Slumber doesn't come easy. آپ get up and look out the window.
A shooting-star.
آپ heard of stories where princesses یا princes wished upon stars and got what they wanted. But آپ where neither of those things. آپ where you. A growl escapes your lips but آپ look up at the sky and wish so hard to meet a superhero.
Fate has a different path for you.
آپ open your eyes and hiss as nothing is different. Suddenly the powers, that have been cooped up for so long, are released. A glossy gaze fills your eyes as آپ realized what just happened. Staring at your hands آپ don't understand... but you. Less than ordinary you, extraordinary you.
آپ can't understand, you're too young to even comprehend, that you'll have to kill people and save people for yourself and آپ know آپ will live a life of doubt, love, evil, good, you'll leave loved ones, make friends, watch them die.. Will آپ be a hero? A villain? آپ have no idea but that's up to fate to decide on what path آپ follow.
((short and sweet.. ;D))
((the idea came from these lyrics))
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
دکھائیں me how to be whole again
Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova's glow
And drop me down to the dream below
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything there for آپ to see
For آپ to see
Bring me ہوم in a blinding dream,
Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And دکھائیں me how to be whole again
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything there for آپ to see
For آپ to see
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be
'Cause I'm only a crack in this قلعہ of glass
Hardly anything there for آپ to see
For آپ to see
For آپ to see <- Linkin Park : قلعہ of Glass..
Alias: Valac
Relationship: *giggle* Ciel Norrian (Harmonian)
Powers: -Flight (wings), telepathic, ability to learn new languages instantly
Skills: Sword fighting, acrobatics, hacking…..ya know, the usual.
Past: Jaime, so far….hasn’t been captured سے طرف کی the school when he was born. Why? Because he was born with wings. At the age of 7, Jaime was captured and they took his wings. He despises the school and tries to burn it down every chance he gets. While, trying to burn it down, Jaime was knocked unconscious and regained his wings.
Other: –Called princess because he’s lazy and won’t train.
-Keeps throwing cards, knives, etc. in his کوٹ sleeves.
-Looks like Devin, acts somewhat like Fang.
-Picks on Lexi and Mel the most.
-Age is 16, Jaime stays in the 5 سال timeline. Normally he would be 11. So, he's in the YJ Invasion crew...Just, yeah. It's confusing.
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. آپ going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like آپ Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. آپ going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like آپ Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!