Synchronicity Fanfic Chp.1 pt2Chapter One Part Two:Looking For You in the SkyLen stopped when he came to the edge of town. He pulled out his map and studied it."Let's see
" he said to himself. He needed to study more on Dragonism in order to find the whereabouts of his sister. The place to do that was
"Well, the castle is east of here, and east is
" he looked up from his map. He looked at the sky and found the sun just peeking over the horizon."This way." He neatly folded his map and placed it back in his rucksack. His mother had taught him how to read maps and charts, and also patterns of the sky. Constellations, directions
He was definitely prepared for this journey. He looked down the road and saw the castle, far, far in the distance."Well, come on, feet," he said to himself, and began to walk.Len walked. He walked and walked and walked. He didn't even stop for lunch. He didn't need to. The face of his twin sister- who he saw in his dreams- drove him on.I need to hurry
Shooting StarI look into the night skyThe stars, they're so beautifulSo bright, I find myself wondering,What is the purpose of those unearthly beings?I look down at my small handsAs the night sky fills up my mindSuddenly my dreams of being bigger seem so...Trivial.But what if?If I was biggerIf I was more important...Would I be able to catch one?Childish thoughts.I sit staring out the windowOut in the night I see something peculiarI encounter a shooting starI shut my eyes and leave my being behindAnd to that one falling starI confide my dreams.I look down at my handsThey've grown biggerCalloused with experience.As I walk out in the nightI encounter a shooting starAgain, with a faint familiarityI trust my dreams to that star.It's the same dream.At that moment I realize with a sudden clarityJust what stars are.Leaving behind the other celestial beingsWho are too scared to begin the journeyToo scared to be extraordinaryJust like the rest of the world.The sadness of leav
A Technicolor LifeSwirls of hue like memoriesTaint the purity of the once white roseInnocently prevailing a imageryA image of the knownThese rainbowish flurries of colorPaint a ignorant mindset once againCovering over the corruptionWith their technicolor waysHow my dreams fadeDwelling beneath that rose of lifeWhen they will ever bud againI shall not be awareA colorful life in a handThat can be crushed by a simple graspHas a value of far more then suchTherefore resist the urge to touchThe technicolor rose of life.