The lantern's blood will shine in the darkest night.     navigation home reviews link three plotlines link one link four application link two layout credit character posted may 16, 2015 by admin

"failure will never overtake me

if my determination to succeed is strong enough."

 

A dark silhouette danced with skill, their hands intricate and precise, giving a nice touch to each movement. Across a narrow window was another shadow of a male, his dark hazel eyes following the dancers move with envy

 

“What do you think about his style? Nice huh?” a deep voice spoke and startled him.

 

“Uh, psh, not bad,” he started, a dark smirk making its way through his lips, “I could do better though.”

 

Although the words he had spoken had been lies, he couldn’t afford losing to other people. His goal was to be the best of the best, and he won’t let anything get in between his goal. Glancing back through the mirror, he shoved both of his hands to his pant pockets before he stormed out through the dark hallways.

 

With envy and the urge to perfect his dance, he continues to storm through the practice rooms. He gritted his teeth in anger as he saw the rooms occupied; his anger was fueled at the sight of a group of friends hanging out in one of the practice rooms, wasting space for people who really needed to practice. Left without a choice, he knocked at the wooden door and waited for a response.

 

“Come in!” a muffled voice called out.

 

Slightly opening the door, he examined them and smirked inwardly. “There’s a reason why these rooms are called ‘Practice Rooms” you know.” He watched them as one of the guys stood up, the guys’ eye brows raised confidently.

 

“Practice rooms are for people who are practicing, not a place to try and pick up girls. These rooms are also for