When you couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel,
it was the warm tone of white that refrained you from stumble,
which were the rays of the sun on a clear sky day.
When you were at your worst and felt so alone in your head,
it was the calm color of blue on a friend's shirt who embraced you and said,
'Hey, I'm here for you. Everything will be okay.'
When you were empty inside and didn't know who you were anymore,
it was the light brown tint of your eyes that reflected back in the mirror,
staring with compassion as you tried to find your way.
With soul-deep scars and burdens so heavy to carry,
you have journeyed so far no matter how much you grew weary.
The colors that ground you is the love all around you,
which shaped you into the person that you are today.
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The Guardian Chapter V
Alexander left his Coming of Age ceremony with Cronos and the elders with as many new questions as he had answers for his old questions. Cronos had confirmed his suspicions were correct. Not only was there a link between the Beast Masters and the inhabitants of the Citadel, but it was the Citadel's fault that the Beast Masters existed in the first place. Instead of banishing the law breakers which allowed them to wreak havoc on the rest of humanity, the Citadel elders should have stripped them of their powers before they became too strong. Now Alexander would need to battle the Beast Masters and the Jikininki. It would be difficult for him to forgive the Citadel Elders because their poor decisions led to the deaths of his parents and more than half the planet's human population.
By Mark Gagnon5 days ago in Chapters
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