Cristina Collazo
/ GreyThoughts.Info…miss video games. It was a time waster as my mom called it but I definitely had some great times playing even if I was just playing by myself. They were my home away from home. The friends I never had. The family I never had. The lovers I never had. Whatever I was missing. The sounds, the colors, the catchy…
By Cristina Collazo
…road in front of me and nothing behind me or at least I can’t see what’s behind me. I can’t turn to look back. No matter how hard I try to look back I end up looking up at the sky instead. I’m in the middle of the road. To my left an empty field with a few dead trees. And to my right are thick lively trees that I…
By Cristina Collazo
…business. Not sure what that means, but she decided to wear a long-sleeved red sweater, black linen, black socks, and black flats. She was being interviewed at three in the afternoon and regretted it. Now she…
By Cristina Collazo
…father wrapped me up in a blanket. As much as I fought to be let out he wouldn't let me go. I think I heard my sister cry. It wasn't a long trip. He locked me up in an empty bedroom. Shortly after he left my mother appeared with a box. Was that to use as a…
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…were some remains of a wall. Finally, I could begin to smell the burning of what was left of Oakheart. There must have been at least twenty creatures camping inside what was left of the small village. These creatures must be working for the dragon. They brought me into the camp. They brought me to a tent in…
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…smiled as my feet touched the soft sand. I’ve been to a few beaches but none as magical as this one. I almost skipped along the path, a picnic basket in hand, as I neared the ocean. The water glittered, reflecting the light of the sun. Although it was a pretty sight, I couldn’t help but feel that something was…
By Cristina Collazo
…miss video games. It was a time waster as my mom called it but I definitely had some great times playing even if I was just playing by myself. They were my home away from home. The friends I never had. The family I never had. The lovers I never had. Whatever I was missing. The sounds, the colors, the catchy…
By Cristina Collazo
…road in front of me and nothing behind me or at least I can’t see what’s behind me. I can’t turn to look back. No matter how hard I try to look back I end up looking up at the sky instead. I’m in the middle of the road. To my left an empty field with a few dead trees. And to my right are thick lively trees that I…
By Cristina Collazo
…business. Not sure what that means, but she decided to wear a long-sleeved red sweater, black linen, black socks, and black flats. She was being interviewed at three in the afternoon and regretted it. Now she…
By Cristina Collazo
…father wrapped me up in a blanket. As much as I fought to be let out he wouldn't let me go. I think I heard my sister cry. It wasn't a long trip. He locked me up in an empty bedroom. Shortly after he left my mother appeared with a box. Was that to use as a…
By Cristina Collazo
…were some remains of a wall. Finally, I could begin to smell the burning of what was left of Oakheart. There must have been at least twenty creatures camping inside what was left of the small village. These creatures must be working for the dragon. They brought me into the camp. They brought me to a tent in…
By Cristina Collazo
…smiled as my feet touched the soft sand. I’ve been to a few beaches but none as magical as this one. I almost skipped along the path, a picnic basket in hand, as I neared the ocean. The water glittered, reflecting the light of the sun. Although it was a pretty sight, I couldn’t help but feel that something was…
By Cristina Collazo
…queen decided to execute Rachel herself. She injured her with a silver dagger. It looked ordinary, but it had been dipped and imbued with wolfsbane, mountain ash, and mistletoe. Even the tiniest little poke could undoubtedly kill a supernatural. It was intentionally created to progressively weaken them, but it weakened them too…
By Cristina Collazo
…looked at my extensive wounds. I can't stand this. Not again. Titan is here too turned away. Deja vu. She had a loaded backpack like me. Hers was filled with pouches of elixirs. She uncorked a pouch. She dribbled it over my severest wound. I carefully looked at her impressive collection curiously while carefully trying to distract myself from the considerable…
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…lush forest ended at a crossroads she stood at ease carefully looking at a stone post. Farther on there was a vacant clearing. The gloomy forest had enormous ghastly trees. She searches actively through the magnificent trees until she properly discovers something she genuinely desires to gift me before generously helping me return to Freymoor. Mother nature eagerly surveys the horizon, gently lifting her kind eyes…
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…a fly trapped in my suit. It buzzes on and on trying to discover an escape. Sorry fly I don’t think so. The buzzing sound is annoying. I can’t do anything about this but wait it out. I tried killing it in a strange kind of way. I tried forcing my body against the armor in the hopes that I would…
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…wake up in the woods, feeling like all my organs have been scrubbed like potatoes. My stomach bites with hunger, but not as much as usual. Which probably means I ate another squirrel. Full moons are fun, but sometimes I wonder if they're worth the mornings…
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…reluctantly opened my burning eyes, blinking against the brilliant light, eyes darting around to the haggard faces staring down at me. They were panicked, scared and suspicious. They were so full of violent hatred they didn’t observe small burns on their boots from where the water had splashed…
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…all revealed in my defeat, my capture, ignoring the cries of misery and crimson cheeks of sorrow that my face adorned. They were going to kill me, and they loved it. Heavy feet walked closer, and some part of me knew that he hauled a bucket of water. My imminent death was approaching swiftly, but I kneeled there, wounded hands grabbing at the ground, unable to do…
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…roared, fists raised, chanting as two people stepped forward and gripped onto each of my arms. I struggled against their painful holds, sobs breaking free as they jerked me out of the chamber and through the halls. Everyone walking in the halls stopped, see as my withering pleading body was forcibly dragged and pulled towards my premature…
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…cry passionately, fighting against the chains with difficulty restraining me in place. “Please, stop, I can’t! I know what you’ve done. You’re a monster. How can you do this to Rachel and all those others?”
She convulsively tightened her unbreakable hold of Rachel’s ragged fur and thrust her down again. Her erratic movements were growing slowly. Weak. Twitches more than…
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…don't think I could lie that I’ve slain the dragon. But I can at least lie about Rachel. I ask her if I can slice her hand. A little blood and fur should be convincing enough.
“I know you think you're being heroic, or something but this is dumb. Your plan can’t succeed. Let’s stick together. We’ll figure something out.” Her voice calm and cool as if nothing were wrong.
“No there’s no time for that. I just want to get this done with. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. And if I don’t make it that’s…
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…I entered no longer looked like the cave. It felt as if I had been teleported to a new location. I entered an enormous room.
It isn’t until I let go, I realized I had been squeezing my breath; my lungs are burning. The dragon is staring at me. I stare back. Stared stiffly up at the…
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…the insistent ringing in my ears quiets, and I start to feel the cold sweat on my body. I wake up the other two.
I wake up having a stomach ache.
The air was refreshing in the early morning as we walked up the abandoned unkempt path. The familiar sounds of the woods gently waking in the new day surround us. I paused, suck in the fresh air, and closed my eyes. As I opened my eyes again, I carefully look around the surrounding pine, mighty oak, and cedar trees, the birds fluttering through the majestic…
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…we’re getting ready to leave town, a young stops us. I don’t know how he knows me, but I don’t know him. He says he’s a fan of mines...
“A fan of what?” I ask confused.
“You’re exotic catches,” he snickered.
“My fishing?”
“You’re a legend in the fisherman world…”
“No way,” I can’t believe that but Titan seems to believe him.
“I know my finds can sometimes be rare, but those are completely fortunate.”
He doesn’t believe me. “No way,” he…
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…carefully cleans out his visible wounds before checking on mines. After we had left the beach, we went to the village. A flintstone and striker. Three quick hits and the glowing sparks flew. We carefully held onto the makeshift torches to the local village.
“Let’s go eat...and drink,” Rachel said. We unanimously decided to go to the bar before staying at the inn.
Rachel orders us the first round. We start talking about the mighty dragon. I gulped. “He must be over 100 feet long and almost as tall. In all my life, I’ve never seen anything as magnificent…
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…just scared of her. You’ll soon see there’s nothing to be scared of.” I change my answer. “I do trust her. And you should too.”
No matter what she did, Rachel couldn’t recall her childhood. She couldn’t remember where she grew up, what the names of her friends were, all the times she had likely gotten in trouble unless somehow she was a perfect kid and she merely didn’t know. She didn’t remember if she’d had her first kiss or if she had ever done something absolutely foolish on a dare or if she’d ever even had the friends she…
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…seems to be in pain. Her nose must be dying. We stand in silent as she says her prayer one last time.
The only way to return to shore was to swim.
I felt a tug and then I’m suddenly underwater. I fight to pull away.
There was nothing we could do as he swam around us laughing. A dolphin man from the group we met a few days ago. How could we fight him in his territory? Rachel couldn’t wield her bow. Titan was still recovering from the ghosts. I had my sword, but I couldn’t use its magic…
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…tries a bunch but they all fail. He can barely complete a sentence.
“Alright then I need you two to be as quiet and as still as possible.” At that point, she knelt down and closed her eyes.
“Listen to me,” Rachel said out loud, “Listen to my prayer and enter Mother Nature’s arms. Find safety and peace within her.” She recited her short prayer. The ship shook minutely as Rachel chant some words she probably thought she lost with the rest of her memories. They rolled off her tongue, and she prayed that Mother Nature would manage to hear…
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…what I can tell, those are not the same spirits assailing us. They seem like just a memory on repeat. Still, I wouldn't want to run into them. They sound physical. They sound real. I take one step at a time hoping to at least make the least amount of noise as possible.
As I reach down the staircase, all I hear is the sea. Then as I continue to walk, I hear voices. The leader's voice and a considerably more youthful voice who sounds concerned. I hear them get closer, and I run back up the…
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…fear is the parts of the armor are missing. They help me look there the boxes. “Here,” Rachel said.
Something was wrong. It sounded like Titan was trying to mutter something. I turned to him. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Something was assaulting him. But I couldn’t observe it. My whole body tingled.
“I don’t get this. I don’t sense anything,” Rachel said.
What can we do? How can we defend ourselves against something that we can’t see? Time to think outside the box. Something strikes me from behind. Maybe I can seize the box and run for…
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…only we were here to go fishing. Fishing is exciting, and its reward is so delicious that it catches your senses and envelops you in its delights. The exquisite taste of fish makes me love fishing, but what I attached to it is that it's in my genes, as my father could never get away from the shore and I will not either.
I loved the tree under which my father sat to weave our huge nets, my dad told me incredible stories. I could spend hours sitting there listening, but I preferred hearing his stories as we walked in…
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…family. I don’t love them. I don’t consider this place my home. I don’t belong here anyway. I need to get away, but my fears restrain me here.
Losing the race because I keep tripping myself. Wiping out whenever I have the chance. Shattering all the walls. I’m left black and blue all over. My progress bar is empty. As a result, I’m stuck replaying the same events over and over in my head. I need to pause this game. I need to scratch out the pain. I don’t need a trophy. I’d be content with an easy pass. Yet…
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…I wasn't so great, the sword wouldn't be protecting me. It doesn’t matter if I believe in myself or not. I know by heart that I don’t have much of a choice on this.
If the queen earnestly wanted me dead, wouldn’t I be dead? She knows that at least this sword can do it.
“I can join you, you know. We can survive together.”
“I don’t know. You’ve done enough for me already. You don’t have to join me. In these challenging times, being in a group gets you killed.”
“Maybe sometimes, but it also offers you a possible…
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…queen smiles. I’m unsure if that’s a good sign. The queen bore scars on her neck. When we met, I was able to see they were lettering.
She nodded and said, “Yes, of course. I can help her too.”
“Alright what do I have to do?”
She told me that a dragon was the source of there being more creatures in our land and how he was a threat to us all. He was responsible for what happened to Oakheart. He put a spell on those people who had attempted an attack on Wellspring.
They also attacked the ship where…
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…Ellen replied, “Send her in.” She looked up to observe me enter. I wondered what she thought of me. Most people regard me as a helpless weakling. Now was most likely now different as I struggled not to show my cowardice. The queen bore scars on her neck. I was able to see they were lettering.
I don’t know what she expects, but I’ve been looking forward to this meeting.
I should just be straightforward with her. “I’m sorry my queen. I know that it looks bad for me, but it was an accident. I didn’t know these things belonged…
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