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Duel Blade Ch.3Dual Blade
Axel awoke to a ray of sunlight in his face. With one hand blocking the sunlight from his eyes, he looked around in a daze. He was in a cluster of trees on the outskirts of a small park. From the position of the sun, he could tell it was around noon. The trees around him were lush and green so he guessed it was summer or at least near the end of spring. As he looked around, he noticed the beauty of the trees and plants around him. "I never thought about it before, but I guess places like this still exist, untouched by the war. In places like this I could completely forget about the war."
Axel ate his meal of instant noodles and canned fruit. After his meal, he gathered his supplies and prepared to move on. As he was picking up his twin blades he thought about the events of yesterday. It was then he began to wonder what had happened yesterday. "How in the world did stop that attack that was charged with demon energy?" Then he remembered the surge of energy he felt when h
Duel Blade Ch.2Boooom! The sound of the blast echoed, making it seem like it came from all directions. The only thing that could be seen was a cloud of smoke. As the echoes ceased, only two things could be heard; the sound of unseen rubble falling and the heavy breathing of the young man hiding behind a stone slab of what use to be a large public building. "Where are you hiding boy?" said a low, thundering voice. The owner of the voice was hidden within the cloud of smoke. "Come out, you can't hide from me." There was a small pause before the voice spoke again. "It's pointless. There's nowhere you can go. My army has this city under lock and key"
The sound of crunching gravel was the only hint of movement in the cloud of smoke. The young man tried to calm his breathing, with little success. The sound of crunching gravel was get closer. "I have to move. He's getting closer with every moment I sit here. The only question is where am I going to go?" the young man said to himself. Scanning the area, he s
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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