The sorrow that afflicted him from the horrible memories of his village being burned would never leave. The incident inspired his vows, strengthened his determination and manifested an steely resolve to help others. Those days years ago, he lost his family, friends and later his life and afterlife... Now? He refused to allow anybody else push through the ordeals he was forced into, if he could help it. A hero was forged from the ashes of his home, rebuilt from an untimely death and proven when he rose his sword against the injustice. He would never let that incident go.

Birds chirped happily from their positions in the sky, swooping and flapping through Lorsette. Spring recently returned to Newfoundland, leaving people content with the changes in weather. Sunlight filtered through wispy clouds, maintaining a pleasant temperature to the air around them. It brought people outside and to the spring festivities. On the shores of Starlight Beach perched a carnival that occasionally arrived during the spring months. In these times, people would flock towards the enjoyable Spring Carnival.

Sounds of laughter from children and adults echoed from the carnival as people enjoyed themselves. They scurried about, playing games, celebrating victories and consoling loses. There seemed to be endless happiness among them, as though everything which happened in the pass was forgotten. Yet, it was remembered in the mind of one individual who attended the carnival. Years ago blood-curdling screams echoed into the air, shrill as people were slaughtered on the beaches. Terrors murdered people in the area, only dissipating to dust when hunters defeated them.

Blood splattered across shores, lapped by hungry waves, tainting the waters. Two separate groups of people dueled on their respective sides, casualties being dealt on each. The Assembly of Phantoms and Terror Response Syndicate went fought during that haunting spring day. This individual remembered his involvement, the dolls which followed him, the flames that consumed a warehouse he stored himself in... the golem who saved him. As he walked the sandy shores, he remembered the smell of flames as a fire manipulator attempted to murder his persona, the infamous Puppet Master, but met a grisly death.


[ I liked my paragraphs for my opener. Soooo double post with lots to read cause I feel proud. c: ]

He keeps his hands on the steering wheel, absentmindedly counting the cuts stretched like sleeping cats across his skin.

The colours faded into one another in a curious design made by placing the seven colours of the rainbow into a single piping bag. It created a magnificent effect for the small cupcake and resulted in the dragon's eyes being drawn to the pastry.

proof I watch too many piping icing videos.

The ancient warrior was somebody broken down by the world, battle after battle making him believe his purpose was acting as a shield to others, not pursuing love.

- Fritz Jacobs in Chill Zone