Crimson Rose 2: FlightThe Unicorn is wrongly named
A description will tell why.
Silver hooves upon the ground
Wing tips brush the sky.
The sight of his eyes
Is quite unusual and rare.
They give off the feelings
Of warmth, love, and care.
The mane is melted gold
A flame against the blue
Matched only by his tail
Which is the same fiery hue.
The horn is the most
Mystical of all
Rainbow it is colored
Magic is its call.
Gentle is his nature
Never has he sinned.
As everyone can see
He's the Spirit of the Wind.
It was the first day after the Christmas Break and the students pouring in to the Great Hall were as rambunctious and excited as ever, but that did not stop a confused, quieting thrill run through the students at they saw the Sorting Hat and its stool lying, calm as you please.
Someone is to be sorted.
Someone who isn't a first-year.
Once everyone was properly seated, Headmaster Dippet stood to address the school, "I am pleased to announce that we have a new student who would be joining us from Scotland to
Crimson Rose 1: DisorientedIt is already ten o'clock at night, but I am still writing my head off. Guess I am having another writer's rush ._. It usually lasts me throughout all the way to four in the morning. Then, I would sleep for an hour before going to school. Yeah, I have to leave for school at about five thirty. Because my school is freakin' far away. Oh, how I wish for the day I graduate. Then I can write for all I want without a care for the world. Well, except I have to work. But that is still a loooong way into the future. Anyway, MY FIRST SLASH. Harhar. I hope it will be okay.
He had absolutely no idea what the hell just happened.
One second he was battling in the great hall, trying to avenge for Percy, and yet the next second he was blasted by some stupid hex.
And ended up into this infinite dark tunnel.
Where is this supposed to lead to anyway?
The torches on the wall were barely enough to allow him to see where he was going, and yet he did not even stumble once.
Just as he was
Special for you chapter 2Actually, I enjoyed writing the previous chapter, even though it squeezed the life out of me. You must have realized that my other stories (in fact including this one) are really really dormant. Sorry, but life sucks (everyone knows that) and yeah, it is not fair to me. I got to strive for the aces before I can get into California Institute of Technology, and Julliard, you know? And examinations are a mess, curses cannot even describe it. Ah well, I will be updating more next year. I swear to God
I'm back. And it is a new decade, whhhoots. Okay, I'll just get on with the stories (HOPEFULLY) I should search for a beta, or get my bff to become a beta, mwahhaa)
"Where in Merlin is she?" Tom snarled as scanned the castle ground. Chantelle Dumbledore was nowhere to be found, even with the locations spells he had cast. Abraxas had told him that the new Slytherin girl went missing right after dinner, which was four hours ago.
The head boy cursed darkly as the school tower rang thrice,