∴ My name is Harper Nicholson – The Lady of Fire. I will be representing the Orkney Warlords at the upcoming Unity Festival in Hogsmeade. There is not much to be said about me – I work hard, and I win.
∴Something feels a little old
Just a little too familiar
Like I’ve done this all before, or read the story
And it’s fair, I suppose,
To dismiss it, obtrusive
Feel apart and not at home
Just like I’m used to.
∴ Now that the battle was over, and he could finally remove his helmet, he looked into the distance. In stories, that’s where the future lies, bright and spilling with hope – a new beginning. But in his distance, the only thing to be found was the next battle… that was his light and hope.
∴ It had been more than an hour since she had texted him. The words on the screen still ran rampant through his mind, forming and connecting to all sorts of thoughts. He still had not replied.. and he knew she was waiting for an answer.
┋The hotel would have to do for the night. The white, lonely walls greeted him like an old friend, and the run-down bed offered little comfort. Outside, on the balcony, under the heavy, cold scrutiny of the stars, he looked into the distance.┋