06-26-2005, 07:35 PM
"Wha... Sorry, but who are you?" said Nala, confused. "Are you one of the stage helpers?"
Unbeknownst to everyone, a strange figure in a cloak was standing by the punch bowl (punch pourer-er, I think.). She was watching them. If only they knew she wasn't Nilly at all. There is a danger coming, and.. Oh, what the heck you blabbering about? The cloaked girl sighed silently and stared at the punch bowl. Her split personality problem wasn't helping at all.
Outside, a strange aura surrounded the building invisibly. A tall figure stood upon a building a few blocks away, holding a crystalline box. In it, he could see everything that was happening. Soon Nala shall be no more, and Niltiac will be gone... forever. he though, a grim smile on his face. He glided down as the sun began to set and sat on a windowsill, invisible to all inside.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...