Crown of Chaos Round One- Stimatis' Realm This is it, Euphoria thought. She had been waiting all morning to be admitted in the arena, where she would be pinned against another whose goal would be to kill her. Euphoria paced in front of the arena's door, nerves setting into the pit of her stomach. Her nerves were making her feel sick, sick enough to the point of backing out.Crown of Chaos Round One- Stimatis' Realm by Teise
Breathe, Euphoria, breathe, She thought, trying futilely to calm her frayed nerves. She cast back a blind glance to where Team Vortex was asked to stay. She didn't want to have an unfair advantage over her opponent, who was fighting solo. Euphoria clutched the small dagger Blade had given her before she was whisked off. Though Euphoria highly doubted she was going to use it.
The large arena door creaked open and Euphoria whipped her head around to the sound. The door obviously was a large stone one, Euphoria could tell by the vibrations it sent out in the ground. She heard Kasai's voice boom, announcing for the
~A Potential Story~~Potential Fan fiction~~A Potential Story~ by thunderangel1987
It's been 5 months since I've seen him. We didn't have a proper goodbye, and saying hello isn't going very well. Does he still have feelings for me? Does he want to continue where we left off? Is is he mad at me?
It's torture, watching him from across the room. He won't even look at me, I don't understand.
Okay, I should just do it. I should go up to him and ask if I can speak with him alone. Here goes nothing.
I pull up the skirt of my gown to allow me to walk forward. With every step I take, my heart rate and breathing increase. I can barely walk normally; I'm shaking so bad it makes it all the more difficult to walk in these heels. Almost there Just a few more steps
"Miranda darling!" I whipped my head around to see my father's tall frame making its way toward me, his royal blue cape swaying behind him.
"There you are, there's someone your mother and I want you to meet." He grabbed my hand, leading me in a different direction. I loo
~A Potential Story CHAPTER 2~CHAPTER 2~A Potential Story CHAPTER 2~ by thunderangel1987
I have to find a way to talk to Derek, but I can't just leave Liam. I'll have to distract him long enough for me to--
"I hope you like blueberry, it was the only appealing flavor they had." Liam explained, handing me the drink.
"Oh, that's fine. Blueberry is my favorite anyway." I replied with a smile, gratefully taking the drink and took a sip. The taste made me feel a little better, but what I wouldn't give for some chocolate right about now.
"Thank you, Liam."
"It's no problem." He smiled at me. He's doing that a lot... "So what happened back there?" He added.
"Oh um, I guess I just spun around to many times is all." I lied.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention when we were dancing, I must've--"
"No Liam. You didn't do anything wrong, I just wasn't thinking about it. Don't blame yourself." I cut him off, putting my hand on his arm, which was resting on the table. He nodded in response.
Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly saw someone familiar. I smirked, and idea formin
A Potential Story Chapter 3CHAPTER 3A Potential Story Chapter 3 by thunderangel1987
I woke up the next morning to hear the pitter patter of rain on the glass windows. Great. I thought to myself. I looked down and noticed I was still clutching Derek's note close to me.
I reached over to the nightstand, pulled the drawer open and carefully placed the note in the drawer. I didn't feel like thinking about it right now. I eventually urged myself enough to get out of bed. Well, more like roll out of bed.
I trudged slowly to the bathroom to take a shower, feeling like I needed one from all of last night's events. Before stepping into the shower I turned on the radio to see if it could wake me up a little more. I stood in the shower, closed my eyes and concentrated on the water flowing through my hair and down my back.
I tuned into the radio to see if it could also cheer me up. To my dismay, This is what I heard:
"Remember all the things we wanted, all the memories that haunted. We were always meant to say goodbye..."
I looked in the direction of the radio an
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