I smiled through the blood. I laughed with the screams. these puny people thought they could run!

let me sing you the song of my people! the song of frantic screams and roaring fires! the crazy grins on the faces of my merry group. our laughter filled the air as we lit houses upon houses on fire.

There were 4 clans in the world. The lowest being the Earth Tribe. They were slaves, workers of the caves and mines. Above them came the Water Tribe, they were the gypsies that danced in carnivals. Next is the Fire Tribe, they were the nobility, the rulers of the land. Finally, the Air Tribe. They were the gods who never came down from their temples in the sky.

no matter what happens the rest of my life, I will never forget the time I found her dead on the ground. her long auburn hair stained red at the scalp, she could almost blend in with the blood stained ground.