ELARA ASHWIND

This wasn’t the end, it was the turning of events. An irrecoverable change determined by the will of the universe. Unthreading all of Gods good graces.

​You do not understand the scale of this, it is worldwide. Mass accepted, bought on the false truth you were sold. You have allowed it to come in and nestle at your bosom, where it nudges beside your heart to strangles and sever your blood supply and more fool you, you believe this anguishing pain to be the will of God.

Wondrous twinkles of lustrous light danced the spars advances. The dainty pale butterflies fluttered, their delicately glowing wings emitting sprinklings of grandeur.

All Grace knew about this man Krisian was that he was truly insane. Instantly he sensed her resignation, he turned his full attention on her, as desperate anxiety writhed through her, she began to twitch nervously. She hopelessly tried to control her shaking hands. Tension exuded off him, thickening the friction in the air. He was almost lavishing off her fear. He drew closer. Wild excitement widened his eyes...