Current Residence: the moon!
Favourite genre of music: metal, and adversely techno
Personal Quote: Koo koo.... kachoo...?
Kerosai"Alune!" Miss Reids' voice was shrill as it cut through the quiet murmur of the classroom, "What do you think you're doing?!" Despite her age, her eyes were still cuttingly clear and she could still hold forth like a drill sergeant.Kerosai by Psykotika13
My head came up several desks away from my partner and I's workstation and I peered up through rogue strands of my straight, positively orange hair. "I'm sorry ma'am, I dropped my foci, I've got it now though," I held the small red chip of stone up sheepishly. Under her glare and the giggles of my fellow classmates I slunk back to my desk and my partner who looked like he'd rather eat a worm than look at me. Mactab. Or rather Lord Mactab, the dashing dark-haired rosario of the upper classmen, and his disdain for commoners was legendary, second only to his distaste for the untalented; both of which described me to a tee. I shot a desperate look at Stasia and Catena but they weren't looking my way, rather concentrating on cooperating to levitate their feather
Song of the Sea - Ch.1Chapter 1- Off to a Rough StartSong of the Sea - Ch.1 by Psykotika13
When you're running away, the worst mistake you can make is looking back.
I found this out the hard way, fleeing from the flames swiftly engulfing the only home I'd ever known.
I chanced a glance back, unable to comprehend how my world had disintegrated so swiftly. And in that moment my knees nearly buckled, and I found I couldn't see to where I was going as my eyes blurred with unshed tears.
A large, rough hand came down on my shoulder like stone weight, "What's this then?"
I panicked at the authority in the man's voice, I twisted hard, and threw myself away from the voice. I slammed into a brick wall, but somehow kept my feet, and was running before I'd even realized it. Running into the blackened, filthy back ways, the alleys that skirted through the city like a vast maze.
I ran without knowing the direction, I ran without stopping. I tripped and bumped blindly into the refuse littering the alleyways and the ragged people that made their homes in the