Lugiahugger

My family tree, has blood on it's leaves. In autumn in rains little red droplets gathering in a pool of madness around the trunk. My father, his father, his father before him all meeting the same fate. An early grave, and my family tree grows twisted and gnarled straight out of it roots going deep, back to Henri the Comte the forefather of my heritage. Back hundreds of years when the castle I've grown up in, was an impregnable fortress, feared and respected. And on these grounds a man named Micheal resided a rather godly name covering over the surname of Mauvais, the Evil. Philosopher’s Stone, whispered to him in his sleep. Elixir

Chapter 3: Chosen Tail Brush sips the strange potion that the mysterious zebra named Zecora had given her and her friends, claiming that it would replenish the energy they lost on the way to her tree house in the Everfree forest. Her friends hadn’t lost much energy on the trip there so they simply told Zecora that the drinks weren’t necessary. T.B. felt uncomfortable under her friend’s expectant eyes. She hated to be the center of attention. Zecora came and sat down at the small table they surrounded. ”Dear ponies please tell me how this…endeavor came to be.” All eyes turned to T.B. She shivered.”Umm

Get My blood flowing as fast as I can. Numbing all feeling so I won't be hurt man. Feet shaking, heart racing, I hear sirens after me they are chasing. I crashed my car, but I can still make it far.It's now I either escape or go down.Veins throbbing, heart stopping, I make the leap and eyes are popping Here it is the fall, I am free from it all.I then land on the sand of my last stand.The rush, the feel, the toll on life, if I succeed escaping the cops, I am fit to survive. No stops, no breaks, the turns I take.I jump father than grasshoppers and soar freely like the eagle.The air in my hair, myself born a new, but I must get rid of the cops