I wasn’t crying when she found me. I was sitting numbly on the floor, not bothering to cover any parts of myself that might be uncovered, or bruised. I held my robe tightly to my body and counted the dots on the bathroom tile. I never realized how many dots there were. I don’t even remember her helping me up, gasping when she saw the deep bruises ( Read more... )

Prophecies. I'm sick of prophecies that can't be translated quickly, and refuse to tell us what we need to know in order to fight what is being thrown at us. There was the Shanshu prophecy, that went from meaning death, to meaning a new life. Now there are Nyazian Prophecies that speak of a Tro-clon, that brings about the ruination of mankind. At ( Read more... )