As it stands, you see the outline, a vague impression of what the story tells. Behind large feathered white wings hides the truth of their world, but every day its plucked revealing more and  more. The moon paints their world in trouble and takes what they've misused, their only choice of peace gone. Every secret slips out, blood and death placed on hold, their only choice for an answer, war, but are they willing to pay the price.

Please Don't Hurt Me

"One, Two, three" Matt kept chanting over and over, pressing as hard as he can, placing his head once more on Samuel's chest, knowing he was still with him because of the faint heartbeat. He did it once more time before placing his lips and pushing the carbon dioxide from his lungs into the other. 


Pulling his lips away he screams at him "We've come too far you big oaf, we're almost out of here, the two of us! Come on stop being a stubborn baby and breathe"! He slaps Samuel across the face and places his lips down again, then pulls back as the larger boy begins to cough, splutters of water coming from Samuel's mouth. Matt exhales as he leans his head backward in relief, pulling himself into a ball after sitting upwards, resting his forehead on his knees. 


Chapter Thirty Seven- Minor Isses