Since he was not used to parties and ceremonies, the murmurs in the hall blotted the ease that once napped on his shoulders, making him change his weight on his chair to lessen the discomfort. It made him wonder how much time people wasted on luxury when they could spend the same amount of time making inventions and impacting the lives of the society and country. What would his father say? Did he like parties too? No, that was impossible. He had known Claudius since he could breathe. The man rarely never talks about parties. It was the same reason why Damian cannot understand birthdays. He had never celebrated one himself. It was a waste of time and resources. And time was precious. If people could hold on to every moment of their lives, they would discover how many millions they could make, instead of parting and wasting their lives.Dorin veered the air pipe on his nose and returned his att

 Kristen jumped on her bed and flipped the lid of her laptop. Something gave out a loud thud and she had to look at the floor only to realize that she had tossed her bag on the wooden surface without thinking. She could feel the hotness of her breath as it escaped through her nostrils. It was cold outside, yet sweat strolled down her nape, adding more discomfort to her troubled soul. It was as if the oxygen reaching her lungs was not enough. She shifted her air pipe just to make sure. Until then, she didn’t realize how badly her hands were shaking. Cazlin had mentioned something about excitement and anxiety, she wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth. Not that she was in denial, just that she could not admit the fact in his presence. The feeling was odd. She should be afraid and look for an alternative method to solve the issues. That was not the case. Instead, the thought of getting to the end of whatever it was that was bug

The dazzling light that shone about her was harsh, and for a moment, she could only taste dust and sand on her taste bud. Her head ached too, together with her shoulders which held the weight of the world on them. She tried to stand, yet her wobbling hands and feet would not carry the weight of her body. It took two attempts before she staggered to her knees. Standing was difficult. The spot felt comfortable too and had the grace of easing the weakness in her body. A voice at the back of her head advised she remained there. Maybe it would take away the sadness and the hopelessness which resided in her bones. Taking a deep breath, she closed and opened her eyes. The feeling was familiar, but she hated it. The last time she felt like this was the day her parents passed on. That same night had left her with emptiness and memories. The urge to remain here and cry her heart out was becoming appealing. She breathed in again. Life had its ups and downs and If she was going to give up, it wa

 If this were to be a town or city, then, The Grave of Orphans would have been the dumbest name in the entire Nine Rings. But now, it turns out to be a stream of wasteland, stretching towards the hands of the earth and lowering its ugly head as they gawk in mockery at anything that has life. Kristen has read some of the books in Freetown, this waste was once the birthplace of a powerful dynasty. The kingdom of the most feared creature in the history of the people. It used to be the center of tourism and the birth of the scientific world. She had even read somewhere that the tree of the Silverton, stood in the middle, and could be seen anywhere in the nine rings. Too bad all those wonderful tales have become an illusion, replaced now by sand and dust, with air so harsh it could almost choke. It was a clear definition of what greed and the quest for power could do to the world.“Walk on th