The Scouting Legion BallChapter one: The Fairy Tale
"A ball...?" Levi raised an eyebrow and lifted his tea cup to his lips.
"Of course a ball, it'll lighten everyone's spirits! Including yours." Elaborated an excited Hanji who was standing opposite of Levi, her hands on the table.
Levi narrowed his eyes and set down the cup, "I know I'll regret asking this in a few minutes, but what the hell is a ball?"
Hanji's cheeks flushed a dark pink. Her eyes glimmered in the dim, golden light of the lamps of the stone dining room,the same exact way they did when she started on one of her rants about Titans. "Well,there was a story of a ball, so as the stories used to begin before the Titans appeared: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl of aristocratic birth,"
"Tch, I hate aristocrats." Levi interrupted and quickly slipped out of the room while Hanj's back was turned.
"Levi, listen to the story! Now where was I, where was I.....? Oh yes, once upon a time there was a beautiful girl of aristocratic bi
FREE!I have been dragging my feet through the sand
For what seems like forever
The hot and unforgiving land
Where I am held by the golden oppressor
I am no longer this captive butterfly
Looking for the flower and the flowering
But a dolphin looking for it's soothing lullaby
Looking everywhere for his resentful, scarlet King
Even though I know the mirage of water is fake
I walk towards it
Seeing all of my friends and the King of the water, oasis and lake
I put one foot in, leaving behind the grit
On this cruelly hot day
It was like a refreshing and relieving breeze
A mirage? It may be.
But like the dolphin I so admire, I am free
Chapter one: The Strange ManChapter one: The Strange “Man”
Should I call the Undertaker's?
I asked myself, as I stared down at the red haired, strange looking man, dead in the flowering meadow. At least I think it's a man. After all, “it” was wearing a ladies red jacket and wore “it's” hair long and down. But the chest of this strange specimen was flat.
He's not even breathing and I'm worried about his stupid gender! What the hell is wrong with me?! That's it, I'm calling the Undertaker's when I get to Erica's!
I knelt down to the grass to get a better look at him. His skin was pale as moonlight, like all the color had drained from his face. I couldn't tell if his skin was originally that color or if it was because of his death. I looked everywhere on the body for maybe a stab wound or a bruise, but he just lay there beautifully motionless and clean of any abrasions.
“Oh, Sebastian, wherefore art thou, my fiend angelical?”
“AAAAAAAHHHHH,” I fell over wit