Born of Legend

Life is never the fairy tale they sold us on when we were kids. More often, it’s the nightmare we can never wake from. What they don’t tell us when we’re little is that the trick is to find the one who will be there in the middle of the night to hold us when we’re screaming and tell us that it’ll be all right. The one who doesn’t shirk or run from our nightmares, but who holds us through them and makes sure we never face them alone.

Are we not all a thousand characters in millions of plays throughout our lifetime?

We do not repay mercy with murder. Kindness grows kindness, and you will reap the harvest of whatever seeds you sow.

This was how life was meant to be. It was scary at times, but you had to trust in the ones you loved to see you through the madness of it.

It's not enough that we voice good intentions. We must back them with action.

Who among us is not ever-changing? Ever evolving into someone new? Maybe someone better... or someone worse.

objects can be fixed or replaced. But the feelings of loved ones are not so easily mended.” Thr

Do you have any skills?” He gave her a cocky grin. “I’m particularly skilled at pissing off everyone around me. Quite exceptional at it, point of fact. Been known to do so by merely entering a room.” She

Unamused, Ushara went to pull the kettle from the stove and pour the tea. “That’s beside the point. And you forget that we’re Andarion. We don’t like scars on our males. They’re hideous and gross.” As she turned back, she caught the hurt and stricken expression on Jullien’s face. Too late, she remembered how many scars lined his body. “Jules…” Completely somber, he moved away from her. “I should be going. I have an early shift.” “Jullien?” But it was too late. He was out of her home before she could apologize. “Mum? What happened?” Furious at herself for being so thoughtless, she cupped her son’s chin and sighed. “I accidentally hurt his feelings. I forgot that Jullien has a lot of scars that bother him.” “How could you forget?” “’Cause I don’t see them, Vas. They don’t matter to me.” She brushed the hair back to look at his brow and was about to take him to the doctor to have it stitched when she realized that Jullien had already done it. “He stitched you?” Vas nodded. “He did it so fast, I barely felt it.” She should have known that Jullien wouldn’t have left with it unfinished. Sighing, she kissed Vas’s bandage and hated that she’d hurt Jullien’s feelings. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.

Hatred is a blind and deaf, unreasoning beast that doesn’t stop to ask why it attacks. It simply slaughters everything in its path without mercy until there’s nothing left to salvage. It rots us from the inside out and leaves nothing of the host but an empty hollow shell incapable of compassion. It’s why you can’t let it take root. Once it starts to grow, it’s the hardest weed to prune. And just when you think you have it under control, it explodes and consumes you entirely. All it needs is one target, perfectly placed, and your soul is the price you pay for having courted that beast you thought you could keep caged. It’s the one beast we should never dare feed.

What have you gotten yourself into? You don't want to be involved with my sorry ass. I'm just not worth this kind of trouble.