Creative Writing: Amnesia

The red eyes gazed at them and then she finally spoke, “Welcome my lords, what has brought you here?”

“Okay,” The Ruler says, gaining our attention. “As of today you will be living here with my Witch Adelaide.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

“My King,” Earl Michal says, moving through the door. “The nobles are clamoring for your presence. Word has spread throughout the castle of what has transpired between you and the Prince.”

He headed down the long hallway and back into the throne room. He came up to his fathers throne and bowed before him. "Father," Voronborn started, "I have something to say. I think you might want to hear it."

“You don’t need to call me sir. If you go to the end of the carriage, there should be one. You’d better change into your robes. We’ll be arriving soon,” the giant said, looking out of the window at the countryside view.

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

As he stared down the dark, winding streets of London it was evident that he was in pain beyond imagination. His eyes were evidently engorged and it could be seen through the purple clouds around his eyes that he was close to losing all control of his senses. Blood was seeping from the deep hole in the upper right corner of his left shoulder, every sluggish step he took forward sent a searing pain through his nerves all the way to the wound, leaving no chance for the blood loss to halt. The cold rain was falling gently onto the gloomy road surrounding him but it bothered him not, the dangerously dark setting in fact paid tribute to his murky charisma. His head hung, long grimy hair falling over his eyes as he looked straight down at the aged

He wakes up on the cold, clean surface of a table rock. A rough candelabra flickers at his side as he stirs. Next to it there's three cut roses. Red. A look around and he finds he's in a cave. At the end of one actually. The air is mossy, thick. He doesn't know why he's here or how. Worse, he doesn't know who he is or who he was. He remembers this is called amnesia.

"Just now, the dimensional interference! His sword Italy, has been strong enough to pierce the space, although only the lowest and so on, barely considered entry space interference, but used against you, is perfectly adequate." Jasmine slowly with ice-cold voice He said: "you face him ...... no chance of winning!"

Kheiron trotted over, offered me a hand and helped me up. “Aiden and Mason, on behalf of the Kingdom of Sirethiel, I thank you. You have restored our land! Gordok has been banished, and Zander has his staff so he can arise as king to lead the creature of our land in honor and fairness. Well done!”

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

As soon as Flug's shirt was off, it was more than obvious Dementia was _already_ itching to sink her teeth in. Needless to say, she'd never actually seen so much of him before - The scars that contrasted with the pale skin upon his scrawny frame was hardly a surprise, given the fact that they _all_ had gained scars at some point (How couldn't they, working for Black Hat?), although it made curiousity as to what was underneath the paper bag almost unbearable. She leaned forward to place soft kisses and gentle nibbles across the pallid skin, sharp teeth nipping softly at the collarbones that stuck out just a bit too much and tongue lapping against his quivering throat. In the process, she tried to peek underneath the bag, to no avail. To her dismay, she couldn't see anything.

“Now, why would I do that?” His smile spread as he walked closer, careful not to overstep his boundaries. “I have no reason to feel sorry, Your Majesty. Each person I came across, every encounter, every conversation: they all had a purpose. That purpose… well, you already know. You’re the living proof of it! You owe everything you have to me, and this is the thanks I get. There is nothing to repent. There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to overcome it do not fare well. You did, but it seems now you’re casting me

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” These words from Dr.Seuss still stand true, and are something I can relate to. I believe that you should always show your love and appreciation to your family members for what they do for you. Before my sister left for college, I didn’t realize how much I appreciated her and loved her for all the things she did for me.