The Neverwere

In the garden of the almost blossom stood Heirarchy the leader of the Neverwere He paused as the Varenbirds disappeared within themselves as they circled high above. The velveteen sunrise shimmered above the diamond mountains fractures of blue and reds dazzled his eyes for a moment he slid his rough hands across his brow as he lowered himself to the ground. His thoughts bounced across the unmoved water a school of Labrinths.trapped within its depths.kept his gaze for a few moments. He lay his head on the firegrass, its flames gently swayed against his gentle skin. For any watching a man enjoying the joys of day but for those who knew him they could see the torment of a good man forced to war. As he lay prone in the licking flames, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hand now felt the hold of another.turning on his side to bathe in Summerias golden eyes, as she disarmed him with her crooked smile. From his depths he could not contain the joy in his returned smile. Still so silent, his thoughts of the Sluzen beast the silent killers who roamed within the wilderness on the outskirts of the citadel.A remembrance of a childhood friend consumed by the Sluzen as they defied the warnings. Many a throat had been slashed by his assassin bride, a warrior of some repute, but here in the beauty of the slivered sunrise her softness was unquestionable. With hesitation he began to speak, a finger touched to lips stopping him mid word. No my love just lie back with me and let the morning be born He lay back stretching his hand for his love as fingers intertwined he closed his heavy eyes once more. This moment of calm that hid his turmoil, if the Neverwere were to be the only course was war