Land of Forever

it has been ten years since Sinidel has been brought down and peace has been brought throughout the world but some people still isn't happy with Dessum and Crimzen, with the help of Dessum's dad Dennis, running the show. so the group is is hunting them down. Also Ally is missing!!!! Can they restore peace or another war is right around the corner.
Part of land of confusion series
(C) Land of siries


28. ch 28

I arrived alone at my house and the first thing I did after dropping my bags in to the side was that I looked at the clock. I knew I can't go to my bed now to sleep because I had just arrived late in the night with a mission. Ally is at home where she feels safe with possibly an empty house like I am in. Tonight is the first night when we have a chance to grieve, but there are no tears for Crimzen. The last sacrifice to Sinidel never again to use her name to describe the color or the night that we took him down.

 Time had slowed as the clock counted the seconds I was awake. I realized the screams the faces still leave me in a cold sweat and it had gotten worse than the beginning but now they seem to be my guidance.

I finally went upstairs and looked around. I found a notebook that was blank and a pencil that was on the many counters and went into Crimzen's room her bed is still empty and lonely just weeks of being dead and almost forgotten and the room being empty because of marriage. Crimzen was going to come back and move in with her going to be husband. But that was cut short.

I slid the chair out from her desk that faced the window and sat down.

A picture of her, me, ally and the rest of the resistance in front of the museum on that wonderful day. I remember it well as I pick it up and stared at it. Then the clock chimed as I distend myself as I set the notebook down in its dusty shadow of the past.

 I set the notebook and pencil just so. The only thing that was playing I'm my mind was Ally's words. “Try writing your story, it might help with this.” I opened the book and started writing the only way I know how to start a story the charters and that one was me. And I knew I must focus on the past. And the past started with me.

“My name does not matter; it is the story that counts today.” Then I stopped and reread the sentence and went on thinking there should be more than this mysterious person, like a name. “Ok, maybe it does, my name is Dessum short for Desire.” I wrote on the page and entered into the land of forever. Just like Crimzen but in a different way.

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