Shadow, are you still reading this? Could you tell me if what I wrote for Embry is ok?

Seeing that there's a very loud "@SHADOW DRAGON!!!!!" (or something like that) on the front page of Inkwell, l should probably show up......

Well you see--

*mumbley-mumbley-grumble-grumble-no-one-cares-about-your-problems-Shady-they-just-want-your-writing*

l will post, though not often. Hopefully. Maybe. We'll see.  

Embry~

We’re children.
Since when did we ever think that we could deal in such things as
this? This isn’t right.

This will change the
world forever.

“Why us?” I
whisper though my tears, choking partly and trying to breath. They
don’t hear. I blink at them through my curtain of crimson hair.
“Why did this ever have to happen to us?”

I don’t feel like
I remember anything any longer. It doesn't matter. The floor beneath
me is cold. I hunch against the wall. The air is oddly clean. I feel
like it should be tinged with the iron scent of blood.

“Why did this
happen to us?” I whisper. The walls echo slightly and I can hear my
voice, too throaty and wispy, deep in my chest. “We’re children,”
I whisper to the echoing halls, to the people that I once thought of
as friends, “what ever happened to us. What happened to the good
old days?”

I'm vaguely aware of
someone coming up beside me, but I don’t look up. Voices. More
voices. Talking.

“We’re
children.” I mumble, as if repeating it over and over again will
make it true. “We’re children. Since when do we have any right to
meddle in this? Since when did anyone have any right to do this?”

I hear footsteps,
and sensing that someone else has arrived to our little party after
Katara, and look up, brushing the hair out of my face, reluctantly.
What was this nonsense? Why can’t I hide in my bubble, why can't I
ignore everything? I want it all to go away. I want to be back home,
to worry about normal things, my parents, my school.

And there he is
leaning against the wall like cat, a half amused look on his face.
Clover looks mildly alarmed. No one else reacts. Perhaps we are all
just too dead inside to react any longer. But there is almost
something in his eyes. There is pity, a surprising amount it as well.
He looks a slightly outraged. He looks us all over as if we are
marionettes gone astray and he is going to fix us all and make
everything alright again. Ivory growls in the back of his throat.

“l have this
perfectly under control,” he snarls, “you don’t need to be
here. They’re the enemy after all.”

“Oh. Right.”
Cammwren whirls to face him. “l wasn’t aware that apart of having
prisoners was killing them from the inside out. “

“You pity them.”
Ivory observes.

“Is there
something wrong with that? l’m not a monster.”

“Yes, yes, you
are.” I mutter, ducking my head. He couldn’t have possibly heard
me, my voice was far too low. But I still think that he did. He heard
me. And I didn't care.

“You are a
monster. Both of you. You couldn't care less.” It didn’t mater
if it was true. The words, these cruel lies, they gave me strength.
Their cruelty feeds the fire of hate within.

“You and I are not
so different after all…….Ivory.”

~~~
Here you
go. Never said it’d be good, though writing alone for such a long
time hasn’t helped with this :/

Clover~

I CANNOT WRITE. WHY ISN'T IT WORKING? Nothing works. Every time I sit down at the computer I try to write, but I CAN'T. WHY? I'm sorry. I'll keep trying...