Thursday, June 11, 2015
On Quinn: "The Wings of Demacia have returned!" Howled a soldier perched on one of the towers of the main gate to Demacia. My smile spread from ear to ear, I would see my closest friend again. I haven't seen her in precisely a year, two months, and 29 days. Scouting the northern lands of Freljord must have been difficult, but never mind that. I get to see the beautiful, ever so confident blue eyes of hers, and that fiery red hair, but most importantly, a soul I grew to know, love, and cherish. I strapped my crossbow to my belt and headed out to meet her. There she was, walking her way to the gates. I walked out to the wide plains of Demacia, past the cheering Demacians and embraced her in my arms as tight as I could. "Welcome back, Quinn. You've been missed." I smiled intently before her jealous bird pecked my hand off of her. Valor liked no one other than Quinn. Quinn laughed and scolded Valor, but judging by the piercing looks, Valor cared little for her words. He was intent on protecting from everyone. How saddening it is, wanting to be with her so bad, but knowing that her life-long friend in Valor would never allow it. Hell, he barely accepts me as her friend. What a cruel world.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
On the abandoned doll: After a couple of ventures around the new neighborhood, I saw what I thought was an expertly crafted, human-sized doll walking in the backyard next door. She wore a Victorian common gown. Oddly enough, it made her more attractive simply because it made her unique. I rarely interact with the neighborhood, but this "doll" had an alluring mystique about her; one that seemingly drew me in regardless of my resistance. "I will be here for you, to embolden your sickly spirit". She told me. As days went by and our time together extended, a gloom of fog around the backyard started getting thicker with every encounter together. One day, she smiled at me and said: "May you find your worth in the waking world". Was I in a dream? I restored my attention to the surroundings. To my horror, she wasn't there. As I stood up to look around for her, a massive creature of hideous appearance peeled the fog with its tentacles and entered the backyard and confronted me. Before I could even move, it slithered with nimbleness to my body and entrapped it between its countless tentacles and pressed its terrible face to me. I slowly realized that I was fading; that my soul and essence are escaping my body. I felt her as I lost any senses of life. Somewhere inside that beast, was the wooden figure that I was attracted to. After what seemed like an eternity, I woke up to her voice and face. "The nightmare begins again," was all that she said.