The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Ben stared at the cieling. Anger, Fear, Guilt, Remorse. All these feelings filled his chest ready to burst through.Fate had just went to her room.
Janus still looked defeated sitting on the ground covered in chains. Kala smiled. "Hello Janus. May we speak?" He sighed. "Go away." Kala sighed. "Please I need to speak with all three of you." Her hands still glowed purple. She mumbled a few words and with a snap of her fingers two other Janus appear.
Oooh. She can talk to all aspects of the mind? Finally someone to talk to. Dark Angle appeared next to Sam who shifted incomfortably.