this is just going to be a few chapters, because I don't have any inspiration right now for anything longer 
and yes, I realize that it is short.
Time seemed to be at a standstill.
A war had begun, but they still didn't know who or what they were fighting. For most at this point in time, their orders were to rest up and to get to know their fellow fighters. Hey, the entire army only had a total of twenty-eight adolescents defending life as they knew it. Which, by the way, were all the best fighters of their generations.
However, two were out somewhere in time and space, looking for answers as to what sort of chaos was corrupting everyone's lives. And neither had reported back yet.
Not only that, their leader wasn't too thrilled about her job.
That's right, her.
And she even said she had a few good reasons, like the fact that she didn't like telling people what to do. Also because she didn't want people to follow her to what would most likely be their deaths. But even her younger twin brother Damian, who usually loved having power over others, refused this chance to be in control.
He hugged his sister and said with a laugh, "Sorry Jess, but I think almost everyone here might start throwing furniture at me if they found out their next command was to run hopscotch races."
"Damian, why would you honestly make them do that anyway?" Her face contorted when she asked the question more because of the fact this all just sounded so pointless, and he usually had a reason behind his insanely wild thoughts.
His eyes flashed brightly green going back and forth between pure emerald and a dark forest green, where he seemed to have paused for a moment and was brought back to life, but he wouldn't tell her anything more.
So it was settled, for once, damian acted peaceful and humble, leaving her to clean up this mess. It just simply stressed her out that she got stuck with this position, through a democracy, which felt more like a communism against her. And since she highly doubted the small group of fighters would be found hiding in an old and deserted castle any time soon, she warned her sibling not to stop her, and went off exploring the building, looking for the perfect room to meditate in.
Her long, blonde, and frizzy hair moving side to side along her back was the only other noise aside from her sneakers that squeaked as they came into contact with the slippery stone floor that had accumulated dew through all the open spaces that would have been windows at one time or another. Not even her jeans really made a sound, just her shoes, who happened to randomly pick and choose the direction that she walked in, leading her with or without her consent.
But they quickly led her to a large and empty circular room that was at the center of the castle, which no longer had a complete ceiling, so patches of the starry night above hit the floor like dim spotlights. Jess hastily took her shoes and socks off first so she could get used to the cold stone floor, and went right to work. Odd enough, the stone wasn't all that wet here, but that would be to her advantage.
Jess walked to the center of the room and spontaneously spun around a few times. Then, having gotten her balance back, stepped in a tight circle, and as finished circling once, a shadow-like figure almost 6'2" appeared in the middle of her circle. She walked the path a second time and almost like a light shone down only on his head, showing that the figure was looking down with eyes closed and long, downward spikes of jet-ebony black hair that almost reached his shoulders that surrounded the rest of his head.
A third circle. The rest of the figure appeared all at the same time. His shoulders were slightly hunched over in a nonchalant way, wearing a short-sleeved black jean jacket with army-green undershirt protruding from beneath. He had dark jeans on which just touched the floor, but he was wearing black and red sneakers. Only problem at the moment was that the figure was entirely limp.
The fourth walk around him fixed that, and Jess stopped right in front of him, and turned to face her creation from thin air. It was always the same figure. Same clothes, same hair, same height, same size, and the same simple problem that she could never get the eyes to look right. Whenever they opened, they always had shone black, which, from the very first time she tried to create this exact person from her imagination, always made her blood run cold the wrong way and pained her that she still couldn't fix it. But at least she was able to stand in front of him now. All that was needed was music.
She clapped her hand once and the room was filled with violins strumming. And after two measures of just strings playing, the two began to dance the tango.
and yes, I realize that it is short. Time seemed to be at a standstill.
A war had begun, but they still didn't know who or what they were fighting. For most at this point in time, their orders were to rest up and to get to know their fellow fighters. Hey, the entire army only had a total of twenty-eight adolescents defending life as they knew it. Which, by the way, were all the best fighters of their generations.
However, two were out somewhere in time and space, looking for answers as to what sort of chaos was corrupting everyone's lives. And neither had reported back yet.
Not only that, their leader wasn't too thrilled about her job.
That's right, her.
And she even said she had a few good reasons, like the fact that she didn't like telling people what to do. Also because she didn't want people to follow her to what would most likely be their deaths. But even her younger twin brother Damian, who usually loved having power over others, refused this chance to be in control.
He hugged his sister and said with a laugh, "Sorry Jess, but I think almost everyone here might start throwing furniture at me if they found out their next command was to run hopscotch races."
"Damian, why would you honestly make them do that anyway?" Her face contorted when she asked the question more because of the fact this all just sounded so pointless, and he usually had a reason behind his insanely wild thoughts.
His eyes flashed brightly green going back and forth between pure emerald and a dark forest green, where he seemed to have paused for a moment and was brought back to life, but he wouldn't tell her anything more.
So it was settled, for once, damian acted peaceful and humble, leaving her to clean up this mess. It just simply stressed her out that she got stuck with this position, through a democracy, which felt more like a communism against her. And since she highly doubted the small group of fighters would be found hiding in an old and deserted castle any time soon, she warned her sibling not to stop her, and went off exploring the building, looking for the perfect room to meditate in.
Her long, blonde, and frizzy hair moving side to side along her back was the only other noise aside from her sneakers that squeaked as they came into contact with the slippery stone floor that had accumulated dew through all the open spaces that would have been windows at one time or another. Not even her jeans really made a sound, just her shoes, who happened to randomly pick and choose the direction that she walked in, leading her with or without her consent.
But they quickly led her to a large and empty circular room that was at the center of the castle, which no longer had a complete ceiling, so patches of the starry night above hit the floor like dim spotlights. Jess hastily took her shoes and socks off first so she could get used to the cold stone floor, and went right to work. Odd enough, the stone wasn't all that wet here, but that would be to her advantage.
Jess walked to the center of the room and spontaneously spun around a few times. Then, having gotten her balance back, stepped in a tight circle, and as finished circling once, a shadow-like figure almost 6'2" appeared in the middle of her circle. She walked the path a second time and almost like a light shone down only on his head, showing that the figure was looking down with eyes closed and long, downward spikes of jet-ebony black hair that almost reached his shoulders that surrounded the rest of his head.
A third circle. The rest of the figure appeared all at the same time. His shoulders were slightly hunched over in a nonchalant way, wearing a short-sleeved black jean jacket with army-green undershirt protruding from beneath. He had dark jeans on which just touched the floor, but he was wearing black and red sneakers. Only problem at the moment was that the figure was entirely limp.
The fourth walk around him fixed that, and Jess stopped right in front of him, and turned to face her creation from thin air. It was always the same figure. Same clothes, same hair, same height, same size, and the same simple problem that she could never get the eyes to look right. Whenever they opened, they always had shone black, which, from the very first time she tried to create this exact person from her imagination, always made her blood run cold the wrong way and pained her that she still couldn't fix it. But at least she was able to stand in front of him now. All that was needed was music.
She clapped her hand once and the room was filled with violins strumming. And after two measures of just strings playing, the two began to dance the tango.
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