"The DEVIL is real"
The Lost Twenty 3III. GriefThe Lost Twenty 3 by DoorTraveler
Breakers were known for practicality. We didn’t accumulate possessions or mementos. If it served no purpose it was disposed of. It made the exchanging of rooms quick and efficient, but by the time Gregor had his two boxes packed and brought to Davis’s dorm I hadn’t accomplished much of anything. He found me sitting on the bed looking at a book, with a place in the middle marked with string.
We didn’t own books, not really. Although every dorm room had about ten to fifteen books in it, but by the time the occupant had been promoted the books would have changed five or six times if not more. Books exchanged between roommates, dorms, dormitories. If a Breaker purchased a book it was added to the very fluid library.
Gregor shut the door and sat down next to me, taking the book from my hands. “It’s not your fault,” he stated, and I looked passed him at the door. “Davis—”
“Is Helion settling in?”
A short growl
The Lost Twenty 2II. RisenThe Lost Twenty 2 by DoorTraveler
The rain had passed Nesound by the time we landed. I let the others leave first, counting them off. I stared at Davis’s empty seat when I got to twenty. What impression would this put into their minds? I should have been able to protect all the Threads and the Pins, and I lost one. Not only a Pin, either, my First Pin. If it had been Valo or Naois, they might chalk it up to failed leadership on their shoulders, not mine. But it was Davis, Davis who was nearly twice my age with nearly fifteen years more experience. In that context, I gave the wrong orders, I had failed.
Would this cause a struggle? Not with the Pins, certainly. I looked at Naois. Maybe not the Pins.
“Striker?” Unrolt’s voice jogged me from my thoughts. He put a hand on my shoulder, with that fathering look about him. In his other he held a brown box with the Breaker’s insignia on it. I looked up at him and he gave an understanding smile. His eyes shifted through the rest of the pl
The Lost Twenty 1I. PrayerThe Lost Twenty 1 by DoorTraveler
I glanced out the back of the plane, triple checking the parachute in my hands. Gregor laughed at me as he watched. The man would follow me to the Fire Cavern even if I fell to the Madness, but with him and the rest of the men respect on the battle field and respect in private were about as different as night and day. On the battle field I was queen, a harsh ruler that saw fairness as what she decreed it, but in private I was their best friend’s sister—his younger sister who wasn’t allowed to flirt with anyone they didn’t approve of (which was pretty much anyone who wasn’t a Breaker).
I didn’t mind the over protectiveness; I was young. Barely twenty and still trying to convince my father calling the Breaker Complex about my “misfiled” report was unacceptable behavior. The thing that mattered was that I was part of the Intelligent and trained to take and keep command. On the battle field these same men that argued with me over wh
He Left HerThere are things I want to say to youHe Left Her by DoorTraveler
But all I’m left with is a virtual page.
You stood there and said it so quietly, calmly—
The cab was already on the way.
There were things I wanted to say to you
But all that came out was “okay … okay.”
I hugged you and cried and told you I loved you—
We never said it enough.
There were words I wanted to scold you with
But I didn’t want my last words to be mean.
I watched the cab pull up and tried not to cry—
An impossible task it would seem.
There were better ways to do this
And leaving before we woke wasn’t one of them.
You wanted to disappear without goodbyes—
A planned email your explanation.