The Last Guardian: Chapter 1Chapter 1 Ieon ambled through the sparsely crowded streets of Aqailôs, the city of novel radiance. His strawberry blonde hair blowing off his forehead at every exhale. A low murmur of musical voices surrounded him, including the hymns of children laughing at late daytime play. The light breeze drifting among them all, letting the light soil path in between the rough marble houses lift and fly through the air. And the sky a vibrant royal blue with patches of pink and gold, the colors of the setting sun. He was not paying attention to other peoples, whom carried on the same manner. The air was frigid, as it always was. For the angels lived in the immense mountains, the other creatures below them living valleys below.The cold did not bother Ieon, as he continued to walk down the emptying streets. He eventually stopped at a large
To Start Over..A withered rose lays on the coverA torn black leather, the diary lays lockedThe whispers, the tears of a motherThe fingers tracing the life they mockedTo start overRip away the pagesTo scribble away and coverThrough the sluggish agesA faint laughter as she opens the bookA life, the fate the child failedThe life they tookAnd the resentment that trailedTo start overRip away the pagesTo scribble away and coverThrough the sluggish agesThe pages rush as if blow by a deep windThe past flashing before her eyesThe ones that sinThe ones that ruin the triesTo start overRip away the pagesTo scribble away and coverThrough the sluggish agesA clean slate, a healed woundLike playing backward on an videotapeReborn with the faint coonsThe icey winds rushing in the drapesTo start overRip away the pagesTo scribble away and coverThrough the sluggish agesAlive, awakeFree, forgottenAnd a history to makeTo start over.
Have you given up?Look at me, let me see your eyes,Let me see your lifetime of lies.A memory scribbled on the river reeds,A death gaze bearing through the sheets.And I watch as you give a dying gaze,Searching my face as if it was a maze.You aren't getting another chance,Stop bringing me into your trance.This war is to end by the death of your queen,Her screams echoing throughout the scene.Innocent lives being put under the knife,Why oh why must this end tonight?Your laws being ripped away,Your blood thirsty demons being blown away.Everything you worked for, crushing to the ground.The picture of the virgin that you found.Given that you lost, you stare searching for an answer.All the lives you ruined, all the curses you swore,Their bones into nothing you chilled,The blood you spilled.Have you had enough, O' dear king?