Meanwhile in the dark area of the forest, three men sat around a fire. One had an uncaring expression and a bag of Oreos. The second had a fedora on and a tea cup on his legs, and the third one was silent as ever, because of the stitches across his mouth. The silence was broken, as one of them sneezed, "Thank you Shadoww," said the person still holding the Oreo bag, "You've disrupted the silence." "No problem, Vince," said Shadoww, "Next time I'll make you the target." Snoot shook his head as he watched Shadoww walk away. Getting his whitebored, Snoot started writing. Showing Vincent the white bored, Vince looked at Snoot in a weird way. "You really think we can go back?" Snoot shook his head and leaned back against the tree and smiled. "I guess that means maybe," said Vincent closing his eyes, "It's not like the Ghoulmaster misses us."
Chrissa looked at the Ghoulmaster with little fear. "Sir please talk to me," said Chrissa getting up, "I'm not comfortable in this kind of si
Chrissa heard the gun shot and tried to concentrate on the bullet that was headed towards her. Swinging her right arm around her back and closing her eyes, Chrissa could see the bullet carefully and clearly. Turning herself in a circle, Chrissa grabbed the bullet and threw it back towards Raven. Raven smiled as the bullet flew past him, "You've learned well, Chris," he said, "But soon you will have to go through things that are going to be tough in your life." Chrissa's smile suddenly went to a frown as she looked at the woman standing behind Raven. She was wearing a long red sash around her waist with a purple scarf around it. Her shirt was brown and it only covered her chest and arm. Her neck and abdomen area were seeable. Her hair was long and brown and her eyes light brown. Covering her forehead was a dark purple scarf with diamonds decorating it. "Yersinia?" she said, "I know " Yersinia lifted her hand, "Come inside," she said, "The Master is waiting." As
Chrissa was tired after her long day of school. Sitting on a green bench, Chrissa looked up at the sky. The clouds above her still looked heavy with rain and that got Chrissa hoping for rain. "Chrissa?" said a male's voice coming from behind the bench, "Shouldn't you be headed home?" Turning around, Chrissa saw an average looking boy. He was wearing a small yellow shirt with blue jeans. His hair was brown and his eyes were blue. For some reason, Chrissa thought that he was all mixed with gens from different people. In school, he was the known as the color kid. "I'm so tired, John" said Chrissa stretching on the bench, "I don't think I can go anywhere at the moment." John sat next to her and sighed, "I know, I'm tired too and I still have a bunch of homework to do. AM I EVER GOING TO SURVIVE THE SCHOOL YEAR BEING THIS TIRED?" Chrissa laughed as John shot his hands in the air and then threw them on his face. "It's almost 4," said
The castle was silent in many ways. The wind blew the dead tree braches to knock off the dead leaves to the brown grass. Two twin windows were wide open; sitting on the ledge was a young teenage girl. She looked to be around 17 years of age. Her eyes looked at the area around her and her hair seemed to get in the way of the view. Grabbing a sting of purple ribbon, the girl put her hair in a braid and tied it up. "It's so quiet without the others around," she said sighing and playing with her white dress, "I wonder when they are coming home." Sensing that a storm was coming, the girl soon got up and closed the window. The castle was huge with three or more stories, with bedchambers on every corner. The walls were covered with a cream or a very faded purple. The front door was huge and made of iron, so when people knocked, it seemed to echo through the castle.
Oh my name you might ask my apology. My name Chrissa, but my family members like to call me Chr