#canarybrigade

The streets of Zaphias were quiet. In the dark of night, the familiar sounds of chatter and footsteps were eerily absent. If one had been paying attention, they would have heard the quiet chant of a spell, and a muttered finish of "Stealth".

His shoes, unlike the familiar patter, were silent as he crept toward the castle. His hands were silent as he pulled open a window, and his voice was silent as he looked upon his... assistant. It was the least painful word.

It wasn't like he enjoyed this part. He didn't enjoy the tense silence that filled the air as he lifted the large box from his back. He didn't enjoy the careful precision he had to engage in as he restrained them and muffled them for the cries he knew would come. And he especially didn't enjoy the caution he had to exercise as he loaded them into his container and sealed it shut. He was grateful that he had remembered to leave a way to breathe, and that he kept travel time to a minimum.

But to make an omelette, you have to break a few eggs. And to get anything done, you have to do the icky work.

The sun had just begun to poke its head over the horizon when he reached his destination. He lingered a moment, allowing himself to admire the shimmer in the air before turning to the task at hand. His expression was one of embarrassment and worry as he once again set down his box. As he fumbled for the latch, he listened carefully for anything that hinted that they were awake.

Please, don't let her be awake.

We've all been asked that question. "Who would you take a bullet for?" "Is there someone in your life that you'd do anything for?" "Who's the most important person in your life?"

I have an answer to that question. And I've had one for six years.

Okay, maybe not the full six. But through those six years, she has become a companion to me that I couldn't live without.

When I say I want to be alone, what I really mean is that I only want to see her. I reach for my phone to text her about nothing whenever there's an idle moment. She's the person for whom I would take a bullet, and I would do so gladly. She's the person who I spammed with Shakespeare quotes until I ran out of accounts.

She's wise beyond her years, has a heart that would put the kindest of souls to shame, and would drop anything for me if I asked. She'd put me before sleep if I needed it of her. She has. And I would do the same for her.

This girl is amazing. And dearer to me than anyone else in the world. Everyone knows it. My (now ex-) boyfriend even acknowledged that she came first. There aren't words for the love I feel. I've promoted her a dozen times, and I will continue to do so, and if you don't know who I'm talking about by now you don't know the first thing about me.

What is this? Like the fourth person that's wandered here? How are these people finding themselves here? 

seles-wilder has noticed a change

"Man, where do y'all keep comin' from?"