Travelyan's Journal page 1 by Komori-Moon, literature
Literature
Travelyan's Journal page 1
Author's note: This is for an unwritten story of mine. See 'Author's note' below for more details. Don't know if I'd consider it a rough draft, but since i don't know if any of it will actually appear in-story, ya never know.
I remember the day I first attended military academy.
The principal walked onto the stage, standing before all the new recruits, and then gave a short, astounding, speech.
“You can either be the Victim or the Assaulter. There is no middle ground. There are no other options. Choose wisely, now, for once you start your training, you cannot leave. This, is a life commitment, and you will not leave, until you die. Is
Infinite passions
Boundless beliefs
I watch you
fast asleep
Hearing your heart beat
This is the only way
I can speak
Still,
these words are incomplete....
Infinite passions
Boundless beliefs
Those who believe will never be led astray.
The worlds born amid the darkness
But don't you be afraid, we bring forth the light
The world is infinite
This world in increments
Infinite passions
Boundless beliefs
Shadows tearing at the seam of the worlds
Darkness pouring forth, unraveling the folds
But don't fear the dark
We bring forth the light
Infinite passions
Boundless beliefs
Those who believe will never be led astray...
Infinite distress
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We stand here today,
Having a choice,
None of us
Wanted to make!
There was no way
We could have known
That this was the fate
That awaited us one day!
(One day...)
(It had to be had,)
(It had to be had,)
We acted at first,
We had no choice,
And now we stand ready,
The fates will choose
Who leaves here today!
(It had to be had,)
(It had to be had,)
We must pay our dues,
Pay for the way ahead...
The fates have chosen,
And that which was paid
Now remains behind!
(We are all that's left...)
(It had to be had,)
(It had to be had,)
(It had to be had,)
We had no other option,
It had to be had.
(Had to be...)
This was the only way,
(Only way)
Anastasia accelerated. Hard. And that meant anything not nailed down went crashing against the walls, including the no longer sleeping passengers. A string of colorful profanity came through the walls, and Tate and Loren struggled to free themselves from disheveled sheets and newly bruised limbs. The clock on the floor indicated it was third shift, and Rainier was on. Loren's knee came up to a bad place.
Freeing herself, Loren yanked the sheets away, freeing the captain as well, who promptly slammed shipCOM to cockpit and inquired angrily "Rainier! What the hell was that?"
No reply came, and Tate cursed, searching the room for his clothes as