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    Not a sound disturbed the night. Not a sound, not a sight, except for the restless leaves as the wind whistled an eerie tune throughout the sky. Clouds like fluffy sheep bounded past in the sky, though the moon gave them no heed. It shouted its light down to the dark hillside to where eleven trees stood against the rest of the night. Each one reached up to the sky in desperate claws.    A voice - no, a thought - was whispered into the wind, barely audible to anyone but the eleven trees. Another is coming it said, then louder it was repeated. Another is coming. The trees started to chant it too, all eleven joining their voices into the n

    The Lost Ones... sounds ominous, doesn't it? It's not, really. They are lost, yes, but not in any way you would think. The ethereals have their own realm, trapped between all the others.    Candon was the first of the ethereals. He found himself in a realm trapped in time and space, unable to leave. He could whisper, however. Whisper inspiration and feelings to other beings in other realms. Some believed these to be spirits, while others believed them to be demons leading them astray. Most, though, only noticed it as a conscience that told the best way to do things, to find lost items, inspiring them.    Candon enjoyed his time, but h

    I used to play video games because they would distract me from depression, but being grounded for a week has helped me majorly. What if I could find some other way to deal with my depression than finding a way to distract me from it? Maybe I could find something or someone who would be willing to not only lighten this burden but maybe share it. I wonder if I could be of use to anyone else?    No one has been very helpful lately... my parents, Faith, any of my friends, my teachers. I want to be heard and not just ignored; to be more than just the court jester, the comedic relief. I guess I'm just a bit tired of feeling left out of things