Cristallite - Page 4

Raven, a Sonnet
She's quite a beauty, or so I've been told.
With raven black hair, darker than the night,
And stunning eyes, as warm as molten gold,
She never fails to bring joy and delight.

She's a playful one, who enjoys a prank
And yet she's just as fierce as she is kind,
But even so, if I were to be frank
And as rare as one like she is to find,

She's imperfect like the rest of us, though
She has her weaknesses and has her flaws,
Even still, I will always love her so
As a whole, from h... Read Full Chapter

Meeting him again reminded her of what he had done, reigniting her thirst for vengeance and extinguishing the flame of doubt. (It cackled in glee, knowing it had finally won.) She’d hunt them down and then find him and get him to explain. She’d drag him back to her kicking and screaming if she had to.
She had placed her schemes on hold, but the plan was back in motion, and her determination to complete her goal was burning brighter than ever. She wondered how they’d feel once they had gotten... Read Full Chapter

Once, she had a brother. His name was Dusk. He left her when she needed him most, severing their bonds. So she cut ties with him too. He was no brother of hers, she insisted. A true brother would have stayed by her side. She never thought she’d meet him again.
It was a chance encounter if one could even call it that. She passed him on the streets, and though he had changed and went by a different name, cut bonds or not, she would always be able to recognize those deep blue eyes, as rich as th... Read Full Chapter

Leaving the Guild gave her time to think. She had already killed and done so much for her revenge, but what would she do after it? Was it really worth it?

Yes. They took your friends from you and razed your home. They deserve everything that they’ll get. Karma will come back and make them pay. They’ll feel your wrath and suffer at your very hands for what they’ve done.The voice inside her hissed venomously.

No. Revenge will change nothing. It won’t bring them back. And the slate you’re tryi... Read Full Chapter

Time passed. She was no closer to her goal and what did she become? A monster.
She never wanted this.
She needed to survive.
She didn’t want to kill
She had to. The weak die and the strong survive. An age-old law ingrained into her mind.
Not like this. Never again. She wanted to be free from these chains of guilt. The guilt always remains. Her hands were stained with blood, no, drenched in it.
Blood doesn’t wash out so easily. A slate so red cannot be wiped clean in a day.
She could make... Read Full Chapter

She became a wanderer, a nomad of sorts but that was only on the surface. She had her schemes and plots, but she held her cards close to her chest. She joined a Guild and became an assassin for a living, she had to, in order to survive. She was no better than them. But she kept her goal in mind. She wouldn’t give up, not until they faced justice.
Once, she was injured and on her deathbed, killers were often hated so it was no surprise, but her time was running out. So she made a deal with the... Read Full Chapter

She had a family, once. A loving mother and father, and a brother. They were happy, once. Then her mother grew sick, but she began to recover. Then her father was killed, murdered in cold blood. Her mother was struck down with grief and rather than recovering, the sickness worsened and she passed away. She had a brother too, once, but then he left her to fend for herself. They used to be close and stuck together like glue. Then her mother passed away and he drifted, choosing to shatter their ... Read Full Chapter