Ciarto Chronicles 12Skywood Academy - one of the best, if not the best of the elite schools in the continent. Situated at the top of the Lamarj Mountains, it provides the best environment for learning. It also comes equipped with some of the best instructors in the fields of arts, philosophy, sciences, sorcery, and warfare. As with all schools with top-notch quality, education here comes at a rather steep price, thus only those with either the right upbringing or connections are privileged enough to be here.However, Ralian and his two mercenaries have a different intention for coming here."So Ralian," started Lorel. "Why exactly are we here?""The answer is obvious," replied Ralian. "We have one objective when we go certain places, don't we? It's the same with this place.""To get the relic... yeah, yeah..." said Lorel lazily."We'll have to ask the principal about it first.They walked up the steps and through the school's courtyard where the students have been practicing their craft. Lorel couldn't he
RhinocerosA rhinoceros' horn impales your assA feeling none would desireFlung into the air, landing on grassBody like rags; wounds like fireThe beast charges at you again,This time tossing you afar.It leaves hastily to its denAnd leaves you with not just a scar.
Smiling RainIt's strange how people usually depict the rain - a metaphor to human sadness, depression, and anxiety. Usually in movies, the clouds begin to rumble at times when the lead character faces an internal conflict. As the rain pours, a vacant stare dominates his face, his mind sinking into the chasm.Downward, the raindrops fall, gently wetting the concrete surfaces that humans made. Not wanting anything to do with its descent, they used umbrellas to shield themselves from its seemingly frozen touch. The water retaliates from the bottom, splashing back at the ones who step on them. Humans shrug it off with a disgusted look on their faces.Why the sadness? Why the melancholy? Just because tears fall the same way doesn't mean it's any similar. Just because it blocks out the sun doesn't mean that it spells despair.Why can't we embrace the rain? Simply letting it run down your face - tears that aren't. While most tears bring grief, these do not. Feel it fall gently on your palms and realize t
Rabbit's Playing FieldKeep your eyes open;Keep your lips sealed.This is paradise,The rabbit field.Such a tender placeThe warmth of grassInnocent rabbitsYou shan't harass"Harsh" doesn't exist,Neither does "ugly".All that's in hereIs cute and cuddly.The sun won't burn.The skies won't dim.We'll all followTheir every whim.Time has passedIn this long day.This joy should endSomehow, some way.Can't take them home;Can't stay in here.In our memories,We hold them dear.