Damien awoke to the sound of the wretched voice on his intercom. The like sound of a knife on glass combined with a dying cat seemed like the most accurate representation of him. The voice croaked a few time before speaking. “ORT Damien, this is Captain Lukas. I wish to speak with you in the Drafting room. Now get your ass out off bed and shake off all of that Devil’s Sauce you drank last night.” Damien chuckled slightly, even though it only intensified the throbbing in his head. Damien leaned over his bed and returned with equal firepower. “It’s a Saturday Lukas. Lighten up and let me nurse my hangover.” His speech was slightly slurred. Of last night Damien barely remembered anything. But, he did remember it involved a game of …show more content…
Damn Lukas and his drinking games. He thought dismally. Damien reluctantly walked away from the window, wishing he could stand in front of it forever. If only Dylan wasn’t a jackass, I wouldn’t be here right now. Damien had never forgotten how he was inducted into the Krigare Order. It was a partly cloudy day while all of the apprentices stood to wait for their turn to be inducted. Everyone one of them was excited until navigators swarmed into the crowd and took Zoiche (Damien’s friend) to the front of the hall. It was all a blur except for when Dylan slit Zoiche’s throat. The blood sprayed lightly at first but then turned into a slow-moving crimson river. Zoiche choked on his own blood for only what felt an eternity before he collapsed on the floor in a pool of his own blood. After the induction was completed, and Damien was chosen as his new name he asked why Zoiche had died. Dylan has shrugged it off saying that he had committed a crime against all of Pekna, but wouldn’t say what it was. Damien hated, despised his Krigare name, it had no meaning to him. He wished the others would call him by his true name, Traegin. It was the name his father, and grandfather, and his father had. The name made him proud of who he was, but Damien made him feel as if he was a grain of sand. He kept it to himself though, not wanting to have a fate like Zoiche. Within minutes Damien was looking at himself in the mirror, with his
On June 3, 1993, Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, and Jessie Misskelley are arrested for the murders of three eight-year-old boys; at this time Damien is only 18 years old. Another significant event that happened during Damien’s adulthood is his girlfriend Dominic became pregnant and had his child Damian Seth Azariah who was born approximately before the trial. Domini would later explain that the child’s name is spelt differently than his dad’s due to the fact that it is based on a biblical character. During the trials Damien recalls just how agonizing it was when he stated,”The only thing I can compare it to is if... imagine that today you found a journal that you had written when you were fourteen or fifteen and started reading it, and had to see how much you had changed and grown as a person, and look back on them. It's kind of embarrassing”
"Perhaps I was too strong with alcohol but.. but you still promised. You know this needs to be done," he said slowly, standing up straight to stare down Laim. Let death come to him, it would come at some point anyway. "You must help me. It is in your best interest. Thaddeus killed your old boss, you know, Joseph Carroll," said soft, eyes intense and lacking any friendly air. "Do you think Thaddeus would be less lenient on you considering the punishment that Carroll gave you? I know about that too.. About the
“I had a dream, a dream of the past,” he said breathing loudly. “I betrayed them, I betrayed them all . I watch my mom and sister starved by the party without saying a word.”
it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a
“Hey, it’s my pleasure. Now we are tied one and one.” He smiled as he said it, thinking about his nephew. “You know Jase was right, I could’ve got there sooner. Had I known you had problems
Her smile was soft, she cared for him and he knew she did. Damien’s father looked at him the same. “We’re proud of you, son.” His father said to him. Damien looked out the window once more, and once he looked back to where his parents had been standing, they had vanished.
“…and so, your cooperation is utmostly needed and required right now, Mr. Ralston,” Dorne said.
“Knock it off,” Alex scolds. “C’mon Herc, I didn’t think of you to be the kind of guy to give alcohol to children.” Hercules chuckles in response.
Adam opened the wine bottle and poured two glasses of red wine. “Here you go, this’ll take the edge off. You look like you had tough day.”
“I would still be running and screaming ‘get him out of here,'” Sylvia said and laughed.
Looming near the cave entrance, rays of golden sunlight streaming in, Cathaldus stretches. The storm has been silenced and he can already feel the familiar tingle in his wings as they flutter in desperation to feel the sun again. He gives them a shake, flapping and stretching outwards before once again pulling them around him tightly to feel their warmth. Deasun’s cloak weighs heavy against his skin, worn but soft from rubbing against Deasun’s armor plates as he pulls it closer. The garment still smells of the Esu, reminding the lonely Ceo of smoke and the smell of charcoal. It makes his chest tighten, his entire being aching to once again embrace the male close against him.
Tera normally woke around 6:00, so she was surprised when she awoke to find the sun streaming into the bedroom and she judged it to be about 8:30. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to find everyone else already awake and up. "She wakes!"
As I strained my muscles in order to push up the kingdom, power and envy coursed through my veins. Alas, the kingdom emerged out of the sea that had controlled me my whole life like a puppet on strings.
Right at that moment, King Robert felt a sharp throbbing pain in the back of his head, along with a loud ringing noise in his ears. He set up, touching the back of his head, feeling something hot and moist on his fingertips. He looks down, noticing broken glass on the floor, which was never there before.
Damien felt as if a part of him had died as the words flowed from Lukas’s mouth. No more would he have the opportunity to visit Zoiche’s resting place when he went to the Outer Reaches. He had no possessions that zoiche had once owned, those had been buried with him. All Damien would have of his friend now was his memories, which seemed to be ever fading.