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WIP: Tales from Astoran

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Darkness1001

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<strong><span style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">Pre-Story Notes: </span></strong> <span style="color:rgb(77,166,255);">Before I begin actually writing this, I just want all of you to know that I plan to update and add to it frequently. This may end up being a series of short stories, or multiple chapters in a long one. Please forgive any grammar mistakes and spelling Errors, as I am still a young man. Also, please give both positive and Negative feedback so I know what to fix in my work. I might make separate tags for positive and Negative feedback. Thank you for reading! Now, on to the actual Story! </span> </p>


<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Tales From Astoran</span></strong></span></p></div>


<p> <span style="color:#000000;">Silence was common in Astoran, but it wasn't welcomed. Of course, most things familiar weren't welcomed, not anymore. Sure, people were great, especially new ones, but there would always be some who weren't wanted. The familiar faces of criminals or police officers were some of the people who were not welcome. Both were hated in the small city. In such a simple place, it would be strange to find something or someone so out of the ordinary, but there was something in this town that no one from outside would be able to comprehend. In the center of the town stood a black stone pillar with shimmering blue stones wedged in it, some cerulean, others aquamarine. The pillar was beautiful, but there was a strange sense of dread that surrounded it. No one went within five feet of the pillar. No one but one boy. Adrian Black was a strange young man in a simple little town, a normal town. He had stark white hair, red eyes, and translucent white skin. He was frail, tall, and incredibly intimidating. People stayed away from the sixteen year old boy. Everyone but one boy. Jasper Evans was short, had dark skin, and brown eyes. His hair was in loose curls, and he was very shy. Everyone loved him until he started trying to get close to Adrian. </span>


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Years passed and the two boys never spoke, not until something happened that forced them together.


It was late. Jasper was alone, and Adrian was sitting in a tree watching him. There was silence as usual, but there was something different. Jasper was sitting against the pillar crying, and Adrian felt something clench his heart. Seeing the other boy, the one who was always so happy, crying, hurt him.


Adrian jumped out of the tree and walked over to the other, puling him close and sighing. No words were spoken, but Jasper only moved closer, clung to the other. He needed him at this moment more than any, but admitting it would be strange to him. He wasn't used to speaking of how much he needed others, how he needed this kind of closeness.



The albino wrapped his arms tight around the shorter man in his arms, pulling the tan skinned male closer to his chest. Still, no words were spoken, nothing was said. Words weren't needed, not now.
 

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