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Her Zephyr conducted the train towards the next trial. The board was set. She had been playing under Darus' rules, but that was about to change. The Light Train slowed its speed. It's time to make her move.
A thousand Kaylins stared back at her. She found herself inside a mirrored dome, her reflection multiplied indefinitely. She stood there, waiting for him. A thousand shadows hurtled across the mirrors.
BANG! She shattered the panel in front of her. A shower of broken glass clinked on the floor. She kept her hand raised, ready to attack.
"Wrong shot"
Darus stood in front of her. The fallen pieces lifted and became a single panel. "Do you like it?" he motioned the dome " It's specially for you".
A thousand Darus cackled with mad laughter. She couldn't bear it any longer. Another panel exploded.
"Wrong again!"
She kept shattering the mirror panels, until there was a cascade of shards. Darus and his reflections moved too fast, matching her speed. It was no use. The panels repaired themselves few moments after breaking them.
"Did you forget, Kaylin?" Darus finally stopped his taunting dance. "My power stems from yours. You get stronger, I get stronger. Ironic, isn't? Now..." the Blade glowed in his hand "...I'll take your Zephyr."
He lunged at her. But there's something different: he wouldn't caught her off guard.
Gathering her strength, she raised a light shield in front of her. She saw Darus' evil smile falter as he bounced off it, the Blade flying away from his hand and crash into a panel. The dome's panels cracked. Kaylin's and Darus' reflections crumbled. With a roar of anger, Darus disappeared.
She called the Light Train. The mirrors no longer repaired themselves. Darus had fled, but she would find him. The hunter had now become the hunted.
Literature
The Girl With Two Faces Poem
THE GIRL WITH TWO FACES
Some say she is kind
shy, happy and innocent
she says she is repulsive
she knows it is a lie
She has two faces
and she uses one...
to hide the other
in plane sight
for all to enjoy
but over look
Face one is the truth
Her fragile inside, the real her
hidden away in fear
Like a delicate porcaline doll
Cracked torn and broken
as is her once glowing form
each night she cries fresh tears
tears of sorrow, lonliness, bitter cold
worthlessness and pain
And each night she draws fresh blood
from her own body
her wrists, arms and legs and stomach
Face two is the dark hope
smiles and sweet nothings
lau
Literature
''Sere breve''
Dulce es el azúcar
al igual que tus manos
como el calor de mil veranos
es el vivir en este mundo urbano
sin estar a tu lado
sin la suave y grata mirada
de tus ojos que no dicen nada.
Como olvidar que un día hablamos
nuestras manos tomamos
y miradas cruzamos
ahora todo ha cambiado
buscare en cada llano
y en cada altiplano
tus perdidos abrazos.
Agrio tus besos
como el un invierno
pero odio el caramelo
y amo el frió en los huesos
recuerdo que no he olvidado
todo lo que he silenciado.
-Conni :D
Literature
knock.. knock?
An opportunity knocked
at her doorstep
She hesitated...
A while later
she heard a little knock again
This time she opened,
but to her disappointment
this time,
It was her husband
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