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My World. Im starting off with a dream I had a while ago. It was a dream of sadness, happiness, and peace. My peace. No one was normal. No matter what. My hair in this world was a long, shiny black. I was tall, and proud to be myself. My eyes, were a deep, dark red. They would change color with my emotion.
Red razz eaceful, normal. Blue:Swallowed in sadness. Purple:Happy Yellow:Excited, and so forth. I was a beautiful woman. And everyone else was amazing and beautiful too. We all lived in peace, there were happy people, gothic people, and all of the above. No body was explained as 'normal'.
One day I met a young man named Youam. In my world, Youam means peaceful and heart warming. Youam was loving, and kind to me. At the time I was only ten when I met Youam. We grew up together, peacefully. Until one day, we were sitting underneath a shady tree together. Youam's eyes were a grey, such a majestic grey. You could almost hear his thoughts when ever you looked into his eyes. But deep in those eyes were evil. I knew there was a dark evil inside of him, but i refused to tell him. Knowing that his father was a great menas. Underneath that shady tree, on that day, Youam told me something, something I could never forget. He told me he was being shipped off to war. My world was not peaceful at the time, but now it has been ever since my father and mother took over the throne. Now, I am fifteen, living the life of a princess. I do not like this life. Sometimes I wonder if Youam ever thinks of me.
I woke early, to my mother screaming in the kitchen. I heard my father yelling, and a man responding. I could not hear to well since I was on the second floor. So I decided to see if I could figure out what was going on. I ran to my window, and opened it. I looked below me to see cement. I knew that if I messed this up, it may have been the end of me. I climbed out of my window and onto the siding. I was holding on for dear life. I climbed onto our roof, and slowly crawled to the glass opening above our kitchen. I opened one of the windows and slowly watched what was happening. Youam's father, Erictma, had my mother by the neck. And my father was trying to save her. Erictma was yelling at my mother ''Where is she? Where is Eoula!'' He would shout and shout, but she would not answer. ''It is not our fault for your son's death!'' My father yelled at Erictma. When I heard that Youam had died in war, I couldn't feel my body any longer. I had began to get dizzy. And all my weight had held on the window, and it flipped open. Causing me to fall three stories down, onto the hard, marble, kitchen floor.
I felt nothing but strong arms carrying me. I could smell the scent that I had once remembered, i could not make it out, but I remembered it. ''Is she going to be ok?'' A young voice asked. ''I don't know! Now stop asking me or you will end up like her, but I will leave you to die!'' Another voice answered. It was strong and bold, just like Youam's, but it was darker, more scary. So I thought it may have been Erictma's voice. I felt my body being set down, on a giant rock, or a hay stack. That is when I was able to open my eyes. I opened my eyes to see a tall man standing before me, his eyes were a different color. Black. In this world, black eyes mean seduced by evil. His hair was black, long, and shiny. He was pale too. Pale like paper. I turned my eyes to another man, he turned around to see my eyes open, and I held his so I could read them. And read them carefully. I read his eyes, they were the brightest color of aqua. I do not even know what aqua
is in my world, but it is not a bad color. This man had blonde hair, and he was not pale like paper. He was tan, and tall. This man was not evil, there was no sign in him. I let my hold on his eyes lift. ''Hello Eoula, do you remember my son?'' Erictma asked me, and I turned my attention to him. His hand pointed to another man, one I had not seen. It was Youam. I gasped in happiness, and sadness. Youam had changed. He was pale now, like his father. And his eyes were grey, becoming black. Youam walked to me and picked me up. ''Hello Eoula...'' He whispered to me slowly. ''No. No, you are not Youam!'' I shouted at him ''Put me down! Put me down, now!'' I yelled in his face. And with that my eyes closed. I reopened them, and I could feel the color. I could feel the anger that raged within me. It gave me strength to stand, and fight. My eyes were the color of black blood. Here black blood was not black. That is just what we called it. Black blood ran through the veins of the strongest people, and I had been blessed with its ability. My eyes were a dark red, but red was the color of my pupil, and my eye was black. Demon black. I bit Youam and he dropped me to the ground. I stood and looked at the three men. They were staring at me in wonder. And I stared back. They had no idea what was coming for them...

Hope you liked it... I'll have another one posted tomorrow. Goodnight.
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