Allen trudged to the cafeteria with less enthusiasm than usual. He always liked meeting with his friends, but he was weighed down with the feeling that something was wrong. He didn't know what it was, but it was making him incredibly anxious - which was something he typically never was. The not knowing was the worst, he decided, and he glanced ( Read more... )

Funny, even after so many years Linali never grew tired of bringing her brother coffee in the morning. It was a repetitive task, but comfortingly so -- it was something she could automatically fall back on in the morning whenever she was too worn out or dazed to think of anything else ( Read more... )

To say that she was going through living hell was probably the world’s biggest understatement. She’d woken up with the dull throbbing pain in her head, her entire body sore ( from top to toe ). If anything, conversing with people via that malfunctioning golem - which continued to hit her, even now - had only served to make the headache worse. ( Read more... )

There were actually quite a few common rooms in the Order's Headquarters, but only one with a piano. Lavi knew this because Allen played piano, and when he played, it was always in this room.

Or was it in a different room? Some other familiar place... A very familiar place. Lavi remembered it vividly. That other building felt real. It was hard to ( Read more... )

It had taken her a little while to make it out of her room in the morning, but Miranda had finally figured the way to the hallway. It seemed different somehow, the headquarters. Which was strange, considering the fact that she'd spent a lot of time here ( Read more... )

Allen couldn't shake the feeling that something was a little odd as he headed down the stairs and through the hallways of the Order, heading for the cafeteria. It was a path he'd walked many, many times - and yet, he somehow felt as though he hadn't done so in years ( Read more... )

He woke up that morning feeling inexplicably tired ( Read more... )