I do not age. I am trapped inside of my own image, the prison where I am confined, condemned to an endless undeath. To endless guilt. My soul finds no refuge. The gate to the beyond is barred to me, an impossibility in the shadow of crimes I unknowingly committed against my own twin. Jillian. In life, I had thought her a traitor, and I was cruel to her, unforgiving. I sentenced her to a life of exile, expelling her from my kingdom, the royal city of Falvakyri where we grew up as princesses together. She said nothing in her defense. With a single tear she did as I commanded, leaving, never to return again. I was wrong. I passed judgment where the crime was that of my own adviser, Sir Roland. Unbeknownst to me then, he was a knight fully unworthy of his status, he mocked honor, he spat upon the foundation of love and life and he tricked me into distrusting everyone, even my own kin. Foolish and afraid, I loved this man. Nay, I loved the man I thought he was, but he had all of us
Team FracturesA coach is a mentor,
a coach is a guide.
He doesn't say "Run 5 miles Girl!"
--Like he doesn't know your name
he doesn't make your hero cry
when she finishes second place.
He puts your health above the win
so you can safely run the race
he supports you when you're tired and bruised
he helps you find your pace.
But when he's so hard to please,
when you're dying to do your best,
you ignore the pain and the ache and the sweat--
you take it
like a test
afraid to say anything,
because 4 other girls and 2 of the guys
are in cross training
"This isn't the bike team, for goodness sakes!"
because you aint got 9 lives
and you aint got a bike.
Running becomes something
you only used to like.
you gotta impress
if you're gonna make varsity
but there's a sharp pain
following your ever step like a dagger.
You're happy just to pass that finish line...
To doctors, you're something of a curiousity
as they inspect your stress fractures
"One in your left f