06-13-2003, 04:09 PM
The second chapter, the third part is coming soon 
Kimeramon x ken
I dont own digimon
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Not responsible for damage done to wrist, eyes or keyboard.
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Silver door saga part one, chapt 2
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Hall of mirrors
Lost to the night..again
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The night spread itself thinly over the sky, pale round face of a full moon gleaming down from above, shedding its cold light through the open windows of the fortress.
He leans heavily on the pillar, knowing it will be back soon, stinking of blood from a fresh kill.
There is no escape, he could run to the mountains, the farthest reaches of the world and it would still be able to find him no mater what.
The boy, the former Kaiser, was a slave to his own creation.
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He plopped down on the cold hard floor, watching the wind blew dried up leaves across the gaping window.
He curled up into a ball, hugging his knees closely to him and slowly rocked back and forth. Slender tears as salty and clear as the sea of lost dreams, rolled down his cheeks, dripping to the floor far below and shattering with the lost hopes and dreams.
Why. Why couldn
Kimeramon x ken
I dont own digimon
Email- wind_Voyager@yahoo.com
Not responsible for damage done to wrist, eyes or keyboard.
--------------------------
Silver door saga part one, chapt 2
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Hall of mirrors
Lost to the night..again
-------------------
The night spread itself thinly over the sky, pale round face of a full moon gleaming down from above, shedding its cold light through the open windows of the fortress.
He leans heavily on the pillar, knowing it will be back soon, stinking of blood from a fresh kill.
There is no escape, he could run to the mountains, the farthest reaches of the world and it would still be able to find him no mater what.
The boy, the former Kaiser, was a slave to his own creation.
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He plopped down on the cold hard floor, watching the wind blew dried up leaves across the gaping window.
He curled up into a ball, hugging his knees closely to him and slowly rocked back and forth. Slender tears as salty and clear as the sea of lost dreams, rolled down his cheeks, dripping to the floor far below and shattering with the lost hopes and dreams.
Why. Why couldn