When I dream, a funny thing happens. I wake up feeling like I just got a message directly from my soul.
The other night I dreamed that embers were falling from the sky. I felt like I should run, but I couldn't turn away. I loved the way the fire felt on my face.
People were running and shouting, but I just stood still. I was basking in the orange light, and everything I could feel.
I realized the fire was just like my future, my fate. All the noise outside of me had to fade so I would stay.
I am a dreamer, and my dreams are far from black and white. This colorful place I will always return to, I live the life that I create.
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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 Gagnon6 days ago in Chapters
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