“Walker! Don’t give up on me Brother!” he could finally hear the frantic shouts of his beloved sister.
“Get off me won’t you? I’m trying to breathe here,” Walker found it hard to make the situation seem comical, let alone talk.
Isabella’s face brightened as a new dawn arose before her. Wolf and Kimao were standing nearby, Wolf’s blade dripping with blood.
“What happened?” Walker’s voice was still weak.
Kimao came to the front of Walker, “It had seemed that you suffered another trip to the fantasy. It seemed to be much more serious this time round.”
“I realized,” Walker continued to explain about how he met the same shadowed figure the first time he experienced the fantasy.
Wolf had a disturbed look on his face, “this could be quite dangerous, it would be best if we didn’t discuss this here.” Wolf stood up from his crouch, “we have to get out of here first, the city is tearing apart, c’mon we best not to waste time.”
Isabella helped her brother arise from the concrete floor, putting the bout of his weight on around her neck. Kimao followed closely behind.
“Where are we going?” Walker started to regain some tone in his speech.
“I have a small ship that we can use to flee from this hellhole; from there we can decide where to go next. The hanger should be at the east side of the Arcadian sky port. The sector would be fairly well guarded, so we will have to make an “entrance” of sorts.”
“How far is the port from here?”
“By foot, roughly twenty minutes.”
“You’ve got to be joking me.”
Wolf smiled and turned back to look at Walker, “I am no comedian my friend.”
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
“Walker! Don’t give up on me Brother!” he could finally hear the frantic shouts of his beloved sister.
“Get off me won’t you? I’m trying to breathe here,” Walker found it hard to make the situation seem comical, let alone talk.
Isabella’s face brightened as a new dawn arose before her. Wolf and Kimao were standing nearby, Wolf’s blade dripping with blood.
“What happened?” Walker’s voice was still weak.
Kimao came to the front of Walker, “It had seemed that you suffered another trip to the fantasy. It seemed to be much more serious this time round.”
“I realized,” Walker continued to explain about how he met the same shadowed figure the first time he experienced the fantasy.
Wolf had a disturbed look on his face, “this could be quite dangerous, it would be best if we didn’t discuss this here.” Wolf stood up from his crouch, “we have to get out of here first, the city is tearing apart, c’mon we best not to waste time.”
Isabella helped her brother arise from the concrete floor, putting the bout of his weight on around her neck. Kimao followed closely behind.
“Where are we going?” Walker started to regain some tone in his speech.
“I have a small ship that we can use to flee from this hellhole; from there we can decide where to go next. The hanger should be at the east side of the Arcadian sky port. The sector would be fairly well guarded, so we will have to make an “entrance” of sorts.”
“How far is the port from here?”
“By foot, roughly twenty minutes.”
“You’ve got to be joking me.”
Wolf smiled and turned back to look at Walker, “I am no comedian my friend.”