You can not winAre you ready to begin? Are you ready to fall?The clock will keep ticking, its hands will tell all.From start to end, beginning to Finnish,This one things certain, your heart will diminish.Will your wing crumble? Will you soar to high?Time is the only thing that is allowed to fly.
The keepersThe KeepersKeeping something that isn't really there.Aya's lilac eyes shot open and franticly darted around to see where she was. There was a oversized redwood desk in one corner of the room with three chairs around it, padded with a soft velvet. Smiling diminutively, she realized that she was in the study. Her favorite room in the whole house. She was once again at the window watching the black snow fall from the blood red sky. The infatuation of it was so intense, that everything else seemed unimportant and it wore her down rapidly. The very way that the snow fell was astonishing.Aya was one of the Keepers, their whole purpose in life was to remember the past. Even though she was only fifteen she still had to bear the burden of the worlds mistakes. She was trapped with the memories of all the pain that the people had felt while dieing under the sun. Keepers are rare, but you know when one is born because colour will change and show its true form, but only for a second.