Race_Of_Glory
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- Posted: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:16:15 +0000
The boy was out of breath, trying to escape something. "You can run but you can't hide Denver!" The boy scurried over towards the corner of the room and began to cry. Clarissa couldn't help but wonder who he was. There was something peculiar about him. Her thoughts were broken by a whisper in her head. She couldn't read it clearly, but it didn't matter. The boy interrupted her silence and made eye contact.
“I didn’t realize I had company.” The boy said. “This part of the museum used to be empty. Did you come here recently?” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Clarissa wasn’t sure what to say. She tried to dig in the back of her mind for the voice, but it wasn’t there. “Do you speak?” he asked, as he admired her beautiful wings. Clarissa couldn’t get a word out and she was embarrassed at the admiration this boy had for her, compared to the other spectators. She blushed, but quickly took control of her situation. She wouldn’t show any emotions, until the voice gave her instructions.
“Maybe he will get bored and go away?” She thought. “My name is Denver.” He said casually. Looking down, he read the plaque that gave little to no details about this eccentric creature. “Oh? So you are a Fallen Angel? Sounds like something from an old video game of mine.” Clarissa tried to ignore him. She turned her back to him and leaned against the bars. Every word that passed his lips became more and more unbearable. She wanted to speak, but she couldn’t do it.
She was beginning to wonder if there was a disadvantage to this voice in her head. “Everything comes with a price. Something earned is something lost.” She remembered these words of her father. Because of the Fallen Angel’s great power, there was always a price to place balance in the world. But she couldn’t remember what she had gained and lost?
“I didn’t realize I had company.” The boy said. “This part of the museum used to be empty. Did you come here recently?” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Clarissa wasn’t sure what to say. She tried to dig in the back of her mind for the voice, but it wasn’t there. “Do you speak?” he asked, as he admired her beautiful wings. Clarissa couldn’t get a word out and she was embarrassed at the admiration this boy had for her, compared to the other spectators. She blushed, but quickly took control of her situation. She wouldn’t show any emotions, until the voice gave her instructions.
“Maybe he will get bored and go away?” She thought. “My name is Denver.” He said casually. Looking down, he read the plaque that gave little to no details about this eccentric creature. “Oh? So you are a Fallen Angel? Sounds like something from an old video game of mine.” Clarissa tried to ignore him. She turned her back to him and leaned against the bars. Every word that passed his lips became more and more unbearable. She wanted to speak, but she couldn’t do it.
She was beginning to wonder if there was a disadvantage to this voice in her head. “Everything comes with a price. Something earned is something lost.” She remembered these words of her father. Because of the Fallen Angel’s great power, there was always a price to place balance in the world. But she couldn’t remember what she had gained and lost?