I was born in the night, the darkness imbuned into my soul. Then in the light I found love, and in darkness it was torn from me. Now I have found love again, but this time I am leaving it behind for something greater. Will I die or live on for eternity, in your minds. Help me. 2007-07-23T19:03:37Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/agsproject <p>Blood. A song. A wish in the night. For a dream they fight. Because of love they choose to kill. Because of the dark they are lost. Now they march towards the end. The blood flows through the night, like veins in the rock they shine by moon light. The men are drawn in torwards the end by the song, faster now they march, single minded and wrong. The song so sweet, the voice they wish to meet. Dreams of revenge at night, because of lost ones they fight. The song drawing them in, is the weapon killing them. They march blind torward their doom, soon they will find their tomb. The voice so close, their dreams so sweet, their hearts heavy, chosen by sin, they draw their weapons. Trained to kill what they love, the siren they charge. The song is over, now a laugh. The men fall into the pit in the darkness. The siren silet, contempt. She will kill again, but now their blood is her reward.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/1533 2007-03-28T19:27:02Z 2007-07-23T19:03:37Z AGS http://ficlets.com/authors/agsproject <p>In the night a boy was born. Thirteen years passed, and the boy screamed as his mothers heart was torn from her, he knew he would live on in solitude. The night giveth and the night taketh away. The boy was not alone, a mentor in his mind, and a sword to his side. Blood flows from his eyes, the rage builds within. He searches for the man who wears a necklace of hearts. Corruption in his mind as he feeds on the rage. His mentor teaches only to kill, only to fight, not to live. Two years pass and the boy now lives on hatred, the blade as much a part of him as his drive to kill. He will meet the man who did this to him, and he will kill him. The boy screams in the night, the mentor is his insanity fed by the black flames of night and hate. It is the man with a necklace of hearts who finds the boy in the night. The boy does not sleep. He lifts his blade. The man laughs, the sound causing rips in the brittle fabric of his sanity. The boy charges. The man, his father, the mentor of his mind.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/1527 2007-03-28T15:57:44Z 2007-03-28T19:01:33Z AGS http://ficlets.com/authors/agsproject