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I opened the doors; John raced out of the room and found Lilith lying on the corridor floor. Eleanor lifted Lilith up; she smoothly flew to her bead. She looked chalk white but peaceful. Death had come with too much pain for her fragile body and now she had found some peace. I wanted her back; I didnt care if she was better now or not. Death was a barrier we couldnt cross and Lilith had gone beyond the line. My mind couldnt reach her; my talents couldnt bring her back.
We waited beside her till the cold night started to fill the room. Every mind in the room


Division-Chapter 3Chapter 3 The EndDivision-Chapter 3
Days were passing and my talents were getting better and better, at least it was what my parents told me. My dreams were getting more horrifying every night. I was starting to worry, but it wasnt the right time to complain about my dreams.
Everything was going alright till one of my lessons. It was nearly the end of my lesson. Mr. Toemerk had explained the principles of talking to animals. Apparently there were many different details about communicating with animals. We hadnt practiced yet but I had learned the theoretical information.
Mr. Toemerk was a little an


Division-Chapter 4Chapter 4 Dark DaysDivision-Chapter 4
I was waiting in the dining room for everyone to show up. They were late again. I wondered if we would ever eat our meals right on time. I checked the stairs for existence of any thoughts but nothing new just the old staircase. I checked the kitchen, Margaret was thinking about the dinner. It was indeed a little early to wonder about the dinner. She was planning to boil some vegetables. I decided to tell her to cook chicken. John liked chicken. In times like these it was better to serve your beloved ones with their favorite meal.
Times were getting harder. The d
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\\\"Though she be but little, she is fierce.\\\" ~ A Midsummer Night\\\'s Dream
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Wherever I may Roam
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Art will remain the most astonishing activity of mankind born out of struggle between wisdom and madness, between dream and reality in our mind.
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