KristaWrites

(Be warned that there are MAJOR spoilers in this fic. If you haven't finished Bastion and don't want major decisions spoiled, turn back now.) When you found that traitorous Ura lyin' on the ground, life slowly seeping out of him and into the ice, you had quite a decision to make, didn't you, Kid? You had made your way through the Terminals determined to put an end to Zulf, blood boilin' with rage as you cut down Ura warriors. You thought it'd be an easy decision, that leavin' him to die or beatin' him half to death would be just as simple and painless as peelin' off an old bandage, didn't you? But it wasn't so easy. You were suddenly aware

He knew she was there before he heard the soft click of her heels on the pavement. For weeks now, she had been following him. Her presence had become well known to him, a sort of disturbance that sent chills down his spine. He had never turned to look at her, never bothered to try to confront her, because deep in his gut he had a feeling that would be a mistake. The soft clicks of her high heels against the sidewalk were nearly deafening in the late night silence. He could have sworn he heard a chuckle, and he slowly began to increase his pace. The sound of her footsteps behind him only became louder, and he frantically began to look for a p

When she had first met him, he had told her that he made coffins. It isn't something most people do, he explained. Most people don't build just coffins. But it was something he loved to do, and it was the best thing he could build with his hands. At first, she had been unsure of how she felt about his craft. But as she slowly got to know him better, she accepted his work. Each of his coffins were unique, not a single one the same in any detail. The wood was always sanded carefully, flawless and smooth and never splintering into her curious palms when she slid her hands over them. They were beautiful coffins, never too plain and never too dec

For most of her life, she had been fascinated by the ocean. Water was such a complex element to her; it could both give and take life easily. Water helped things grow, but also eroded great mountains and cliffs into the shape it desired. Water could build life up, and tear it down just as easily. It was gentle, the tides that she grew up watching softly washing over the sands. But it was also patient in its destruction, cruel and unforgiving as it tore down great stone monuments. To her, water was the only thing constant in her life. Everything changed, never staying the same. But the ocean was always there, always following the tide and off

"...and they lived happily ever after." I set my pen down and stare at the paper, which has already been crinkled around the edges. I work it between my fingers again, staring at the words that had emerged from my pen. No. Still wrong. I crumple the paper and toss it in the trash can. It is already overflowing with pages that hadn't fit, words that just weren't right. For once, I need to express things properly, write my feelings. Next page. The empty paper stretches out before me, a white void that swallows whatever words had appeared in my head. I rake my fingers through my hair, grit my teeth, tap the pen against the page. Tiny black do

I don't remember much about my parents. I was with them for five years, longer than anyone else. But I still can't remember them very well. Kilo says that it's because of the blast that killed them and made me deaf in one ear, but Alpha says that sometimes hardship makes us forget things. I don't know which one of them is right. But I do remember some things about them. I remember my mother, her long blonde hair and her soft hands. She had the prettiest voice, and she would always sing me to sleep. Whenever I couldn't walk, she would hold me, stumbling over debris and ruins. But she never put me down until we got to our destination. Not once

Name: Kilo Nickname(s): Dumbass, Brickhead, Punk Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 5'8" Weight: 155 lbs Species: Human Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Marital status: Single Appearance: Kilo is definitely rough around the edges. He is the healthiest looking of the group, always making sure that he stays in perfect shape for fighting and eating as well as he possibly can. His muscle is all lean muscle, however, and he looks scrawny in his baggy clothes. His hair is black and shaggy, cut short and always in some form of disarray. His eyes are brown (his left one is a lighter color, since he's blind in that eye), and his skin is tanned. He

Echo couldn't remember the last time she had seen a skyscraper. For all of her life she had lived in the city, the ruins stretching endlessly around her. The sky had always been clear, no building daring to stretch towards it anymore. But on one of their routine scavenging trips, she had seen it, a building rising up past the wreckage, reaching for the endless expanse of blue above it. "Kilo!" Echo turned and called for her partner, who was digging through an abandoned car. He looked up at her voice and straightened his hat, hopping out of the car and trotting towards her. "What is it?" he asked, shoving his hands in the pockets of his ragg

Born on the island nation of Moriah, Briar's father was a soldier in the service of a local warlord and her mother was a doctor. She got along well with her two younger brothers and looked after her younger sister while her mother saw patients. As a young child, she enjoyed playing out in the woods around her family's home, climbing trees and rough-housing with her brothers. Overall, she was a happy child, and saw herself as her baby sister's surrogate mother. Then, her father died. After receiving the news that a rival warlord's battle mage killed her husband, Briar's mother changed. She became more reclusive and refused to take care of her

The forest was too quiet for Briar's comfort. There were no birds calling, no rustling of leaves and branches as animals scattered from the path of her rag-tag little team. Adiar stuck close to her back, taking in every detail of their surroundings and trying to give the mage a comforting presence. But she remained tense, her grip on her staff tight. Something had caused all the animals in this section of the forest to run away, and she had a good idea of what it could be. Jacob started to speak from the back of the group, Olivia leaning heavily against him. But Briar held up a hand to silence him, slipping quickly through the trees. Ordering