I sigh. My plan is coming along great. The war would be massive. I look at my checklist. "Take a child," it says is next. I smile, knowing exactly who to take.
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
I take a few more shot's downing them like a monster that I was, I slam the glass back on the table as we talked about our recent adventures. But that's when I sense it, only a son or daughter could cause such a dark feeling. My hand goes to my sword as I stand my eyes bolt around the room carefully watching the shadow's.
"Jason, do you sense that?" I said softly.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart
