You'll always meet someone new, encounter something odd. That's the peculiar thing about life. Everything will make sense after it happens in the end. Everything will be clear, fresh, as if looking through glass. Crazy, isn't it?

If I must die, then I will die for the ones I love, for my compassion will be passed onto them and they will have the ability to do the same. That's what makes love so powerful.

Nothing else can take a cloud's place but the sun.

This was never your destiny," he snapped, glaring at me with devilish eyes."No," I replied casually, shrugging, "but it's the path I've chosen.

And suddenly, there were the shapes of many people lurking out of the woods, light glowing from their hands.