The beginning of the end is here! Shi is japanese for death, and white is the japanese colour of mourning. However, Emma is not japanese.

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IN RETROSPECT, she shouldn’t have thought Andromeda was like Shi, Emma mused as she lay battered and bruised and bleeding (hey! Three bs’!) on the cold, dull marble floor of the palace. Her palace. Why did she think Shi was like Andromeda. Remi like Shi. Shi was a pacifist! Remi was a cold hearted ruler- War lord maybe? Emma tried to lift her head as Remi stalked out of her view line. He neck wasn’t responding, but that could be explained by the gash gurgling blood on her throat. She wanted to cry out, to beg Remi to stay. She didn’t want to be alone. It was wrong of her to match her style as if she were fighting against Shi, who a broad sword, not a javelin tipped staff. But it was natural to want to fight against Shi, whose fighting style she had completely memorized and defeated. Well, if she hadn’t, Shi would be in charge.

Shi’s dress was in nine parts, and she had a white eye patch over her left eye with four straps. And, her right eye was white and her left was yellow. Except, if you saw that eye, you would die. Hey, I’m-a poet! Andromeda on the other hand wore an elaborate Elizabethan dress and a white cloth mask trimmed in scallop lace. Was it count the similarities between two absolutely evil people day or what?

Something peeled her body off the ground. Emma tried to see who it was (not Remi, The arms were too strong), but the hand on her head was too powerful. She held her breath, and released it as she was pitched into the air.

The problem with being thrown off floating rocks was that it was impossible to ever land.

Now I get to post the funner stuff! But this was awesome to write. My creative writting club loved it. Did you dear reader? Please review!