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Revenge of a Lifetime"Hey Ciera, you've never told us about your past, and what happened to your parents." Sieren wondered.
"Sieren's right, you know. You never have, you've always been so mysterious." Mika pointed out. Mika and Sieren were Ciera's childhood friends. Since they were 7, they were almost always together and having adventures in Ciera's mansion.
"That's because I don't know much myself. You know that when my parents were in university, they were already developing the concept and use of magic." Ciera started.
"Yeah? What about it? Other than the fact that magic is a supernatural thing and that since it's in full use, it's been huge. A wondrous feat, according to my parents." Sieren said.
"Well, what I didn't tell you was that my parents were being targeted. The magic of the city comes from the council building."
"What about Dormsor?" Sieren asked. The council building w
A Twisted WonderlandThings are not always as they seem. Imagination ran through the very core of Wonderland, being the kingdom's reason for existence.
All of Wonderland was very angry when Lewis Caroll got the story wrong. Alysse didn't fall in a hole, besides, she isn't stupid enough to do that. The Cheshire cat didn't exist at all. And this Mad Hatter wasn't mad at all. His name was James Rolando. They called him Hatter because his top hat was filled with deadly weapons. He was the Hearte's military leader. The Red Queen did not act like the real one did. She tried to take over the Hearte's kingdom. There were other kingdoms too. There was the Hearte's, the Diamonde's, the Spadez and the Clubb's. Only royals and a select few were able to get Imagination. That was what they called their powers. And Wonderland was in the same time period as the real world. Well, let's go to the beginning of the real story.
Alysse Hearte was the next in line to the throne of Wonderland, if her parents ever died. She was no
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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