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Xenoblade Rebirth Chapter SevenXenoblade Rebirth Chapter Seven by suyuku-san
Though Grithiff had said those words he wasn’t sure if they could defeat both, but that wasn’t what concerned him. When they reached the top of the stairs he saw the black electricity that had paralyzed Meyna in her place when the man intended to strike her down. That dark static charge that emanated from her body and striking her nerves, it meant only one thing, that Meyna was slowly reaching her limit but was completely unaware of it.
Had he had known this was happening to his sister he would have sent Meyna somewhere that she would be safe. But seeing this man, the one who destroyed Colony 4, here controlling the Telethia Grithiff knew that this man would continue to search for her until he got whatever he was after.
They were able to kill the two Telethia’s but two more came and took its place, it was like an endless cycle, rinse and repeat, over and over. Meyna was still able to hold her own but both she and even Rei were out of breath, he could see
Last Call for Tanner LeeTanner left the hospital feeling strangely empty. He had expected agony. From the moment he had heard the Code Blue declared over the intercom and been forced out of Leah’s room (Room 318; he would never forget that number, or the feel of the sheets beneath his hands), he had known his life was coming to an end. They did not give up, and he gave them credit for that, but there is only so much time and effort a doctor can put into saving someone who is determined to die, and twelve hours later, Tanner and the bag of Leah’s effects sat in the back of a cab, on their way home. He would have to plan a funeral. Of course she had no life insurance; she had only been eighteen, a grinning college freshman home for her first Christmas break.Last Call for Tanner Lee by QuiEstInLiteris
He sat at home that night and called her cell phone, letting it ring out at the foot of her bed for the sake of hearing her voice in the recording.
Hey, it’s Leah. I can’t come to the phone right now, probably because I’m h
a Song of the HoarThat night came to me with cold, dark wings.a Song of the Hoar by ForestoFairies
After dinner, I sat in an armchair in front of the fireplace, intent in the reading of a book of medieval poetry, when heard the wooden floor of the porch creak under the weight of the rocking chair, definitely pushed by the wind, or at least I thought this way.
After all isolation, darkness and cold prevented living souls from approaching the house, at night above all. But, as I thought the word 'alive', I shuddered involuntarily.
I rose quietly, offering my seat to the ancient volume, and moved stealthily to the window to look outside, as a nymph who wants to spy on mortals, without being seen.
‘Useless solicitude' - my mind was thinking – ‘Truly necessary’ - the heart was replying: I held my breath and watched.
The hoar stolen from the leaves came flying from every corner of the front garden and the forest that surrounds the mansion, thickening in that chair, slowly forming the shape of a pale girl.
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