The gift for my friend, ~Darkcloud456.
With a Glorious DefeatWith a Glorious Defeat by ~Shine-Hikaru
I...was taken down, beaten, despised...
I could do nothing but hang my head while everyone looked at me in disgust or pity. Shame was what I had put myself through. Humiliation.
A disgrace, a failure...
They could not contain me.
A god who does what he wants.
A monster does what he wants.
A prison cell? Hah!
What do they think of me? A fool?
It was easy to escape.
They did not know.
No one knew of my escapades.
After my little performance, it seems that everyone in Midgard knew of me.
I hid myself all too often in the shadows as if I was back at home...only...I knew of no one here.
Happy BirthdayFor lucalucario.
--He met him in his first visit to the hospital. He didn't get why he was there, he looked fine enough to be outside, but that wasn't the case. His newfound friend said that it was something that he probably wouldn't understand, and he didn't. He didn't know what was going on, and that was (in many people's eyes) for the best.--
"Poor kid...he probably won't make it to his birthday..."
Whatever excitement the little boy had in seeing his friend again was extinguished instantly. No...no that couldn't be right. He heard it wrong, yeah, that was it. That couldn't have been what they said. The doctors were wrong. They were
Cold - A RotG Fanfic--May contain minor spoilers--
Jack had woken up, not surprised that he wasn't alone on the bed. The little boy had probably snuck in to his room in the middle of the night, and to prove his guess, the door was slightly open. He was sure that he had closed it before he had gone to sleep. The child was sleeping soundly, not waking up from the teen's movement. Still curled up close to him, seeking warmth. He couldn't resist smiling at him, knowing that he wouldn't see it. He looked so peaceful and...and he wished that he would stay that way.
His room was dimly lit; its light source coming from the only window in the room. There was a shel
Now Only Nightmares - A RotG Fic "I'd say sweet dreams, but there aren't any left."
Sandy could feel the darkness spreading from the arrow that Pitch had shot in to him. He didn't feel pain, but instead he could feel his power drained out of him. The golden sand that he could always control with his very fingertips suddenly felt something that was out of his grasp. He fell on his knees, not wanting to accept what he was becoming...
He saw Jack trying to get to him as fast he could. He didn't want to leave him, but there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to let it be.
Pitch had...won, for the time being.
Jack, be strong...I will be back, I promise. Be strong and do not give up.
Sandy slowly stood up despite his weakened state and closed his eyes, waiting. The last of his golden dreams were soon taken away by the black, whirling sand, and when he opened his eyes again, he could see nothing, hear nothing.
The last thing tha