Hawk Prey -Ch3-For the last hours of the school day, I completely engulfed myself in everything that was going on. For it would be pretty much a death act to just completely ignore a single word that Mr. Talaharithrew out to the world. He was a genuine teacher. A large fraction of the words that tumbled out of his mouth, in his joyous, ragging loud voice, was allegory. He'd teach us what he was told, following the guidelines of the English requirements, yet at the exact same time he was teaching us practically everything we needed to know about life.
For those who could grasp it, loved him deeply, labeling him as a guider of life. Those students always took in his words with a wide open heart, churning his symphony of words over and over in their mind, decoding bit by bit what the life lesson of the day was. Even those who weren't fond of English, overall work, and school, found it in them to become attached to Mr. Talahari
Tatilar, TatilarI wandered my way through the winding mass of alleyways and narrow passages that made up the dusty town, whistling a soft melody to myself and singing under my breath a child's fantasy song, "Tatilar, Tatilar draped in glory. Tatilar, Tatilar dancing around. Show me my desires, speak of those liars. Guide me upon a wish, searching for those jumping fish. Up in the sky, full of heavy dye. Tell me how to seek, truth from these peaks. Tatilar, Tatilar draped in glory. Tatilair, Tatilair dancing around " My voice slid away, mingling in with the ragging words that shot through the air like lightning bolts, heating the mood of the day with tension. My feet automatically stopped their mindless wandering as I tilted my head slightly to one side, partly believing my imagination had burst out into this supposed reality of mine, causing confusion to plague my soul.
I let out a heavy
Hawk Prey -Ch2-Walking down a crowded hallway, filled with screaming yelling people, my gaze stays firmly fixed on the ground, my backpack carelessly hanging by one strap on my right shoulder. All the chatter that cluttered the air was nothing but distant roars of unknown language to me. I blocked it all out, for there was no need for me to engulf myself in anyone's words in the slightest way. I hated those ridiculously cramped hallways and all the ragging, never ending noises that pounded in my head. I tried to erase all the noise, completely, one hundred present, but such a thing was impossible; even the act of turning the roaring outbursts to a faint rumble of thunder didn't eliminate the soft, painful pounding in my head.
I allowed my wandering feet and subconcious thoughts to take control of my path to my next class. My mind slowly started to drift off to the hectic morning.
I was casually checking through my backpack, like
Hawk Prey -Ch1-Sometimes I dare and try to recall the horrible first years of my life, but it's basically impossible for me. It's almost as I never existed for those first 6 or 7 years. I do realize that everyone else has those feelings, when they can never recall parts of their past, the memories all thrown out of their mind by others. Yet for me somehow I know that my feeling is different from everyone else's. Normally people at least recall one thing, even if it's just something small, or if someone explains the moment in time to them, then they can start to see fuzzy pieces of memory start to make themselves present in their lives once again. None of that happens to me. I can just never grasp onto the first years of my life. It's just as though someone went and erased them all, erased them all for good. Yet again, it could of all been for the best...
I had lived my life, forever knowing that my parents w
Hawk Prey -Prologue-All around there was nothing but darkness. The cold solid hard ground was covered in a thick dark grey fog that seemed to quiver in some sections as though an unknown creature was creeping along, waiting for a victim. There were no buildings or form of life anywhere in sight. Stretched out in all directions was nothing but the never ending darkness blanketed in the creature infested fog.
In the center of the haunting scenery was a large thrown that was seemingly made out of the never ending darkness itself. The thrown's back reached up high in various spikes that were decorated with shining gold and silver, and near the top of the tallest spike, that was located in the direct middle of the back of the thrown, was a raging blood red gemstone.
Sitting in the thrown was a very tall and slender beast that was made out of nothing but darkness himself. His fingers where long and came to a sharp point at the end, as if they we