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Piper's VoiceLove. That is what my mother says is the most important thing in the world. We must love one another. I tried so hard to believe her, I really did. And she proved me right yet again. Love had saved us that fateful day. The day we were taken by surprise. The day our captains could do naught but sit and watch as the Japanese bombers annihilated our entire fleet. I was there. I, too, could not do a single thing but watch as my home was destroyed. I am Piper Morane, and this is my story.
It was late, and I had been awake for several days. The full force of training was beginning to take its toll, and I was exhausted. I was perched on the windowsill of my home with my best friend, Casey, watching me from the doorway. He smiled, "Awake again? You need to relax. I know it's hard at first, but it gets better later, I promise." Promise. I had always imagined "promise" to be something good. Like a mother reassuring her child that there were no monsters in the closet. Casey had always promised to
Rising Sun ChildSo dark, a cage of solid shadow
Ceaselessly screaming, praying, "I should be saved"
I beat against the bars with my hands
My beautiful human hands made by him
With all my strength, I fight the Dark
Overpowering with fear and shame
Gradually, the shadow lightens
The Dark's hand is released
A figure stnds before me, his flowing hair
and glowing stare surround me
He picks me up as if I'm made of glass
With his free hand, lights explode all around
Those who taunt me are flying away
Away, into the deepest pits, as if hit by a gale
now I am rising up, up to a place
where the very air shimmers in gold
I am set down and given wings
Wings whose feathers are of purest
gold and silver, beset with precious jewels
that are sky-colored
Now I rise into the clouds, my body glows
I see the earth below me and I smile
To My KneesFallen so far, unto the Dark
Hope has fled in fear
My soul hath been shattered
I believe death is near
On my knees I sing
One last cry
My heart sinks, but
I must try
Forsaken, forgotten, lonely and afraid
I've slipped and fallen, down and away
My shame is like a sickness
One of rotting and decay
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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