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promise from a little boy"This is it, are you ready, Onion?" Lightning asked the boy.
"Yeah, let's do it," was his absent answer.
Both of them, woman and child, were walking cautiously on Kefka's Tower , when suddenly a twisted laugh echoed through the halls. Lightning took out her Blazefire Saber, pointing it 'at Chaos' minion's face
"Enough with the games, Kefka. Where have you hidden Terra?"
"You wanna know? Do you? I'm not telling - ugh!" Kefka's taunts were silenced by Lightning's bullets. "Grrrr, so you want sweet little Terra back? Very well, TERRA, DESTROY YOUR DEAR FRIENDS!" shouted Kefka, before disappearing, and leaving them with their old friend. She welcomed them with some holy projectiles and tears in her absent eyes.
"Onion, retreat!" screamed Lightning as she pushed the kid out of harm's way, receiving Terra's projectiles fully, the magic's impact knocking them over the edge, and down to the lower levels.
"Light, are you okay? Why did you do that?" asked the Onion Knight as he edged near her.
fragmento de memoria recuerdos
-"¡¡déjenme pasar, señores, déjenme pasar!!"- fue la desgarradora suplica del pequeño príncipe"¿adónde quieres ir?"- le preguntaron los carceleros con sorna "debo hablarle al pueblo, debo suplicarles que dejen vivir a mi padre, en nombre de Dios, ¡déjenme pasar!"- les respondió el pequeño con la voz quebrada y sus grandes ojos azules inundados de lagrimas, por toda respuesta, el príncipe recibió un empujón que lo tumbo al suelo, su madre, la reina, indignada, pero impotente ante la situación, tomo a su hijo entre sus b
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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