What they found

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==A series of writings found in the room of Ciel...==
((written on the wall above the bed in dark blue ink))
                                                       
All lost dragonets
With fire lighting up thier souls
Doomed with earthbound hearts
                                                       
Cross every line you can 
Break the bones of fate herself
And live to tell the tale
Because that is so much worse
                                                       
You are lost.
...but do you want to be found?
Want to go back to the endless rules
And demands and lies
And chains
Or would you rather die out here, cold and wet
Hungry and lost and alone
And free
I would
I would die a thousand times before submitting to chains
                                                       
(clawed into the bedpost))
Please don't try to help me
To make me stay
You're just wasting your time
Just let me fly away
So I won't have to listen to you
Or anyone
Other than myself
                                                       
((written under the desk in an ink that looks suspiciously like blood))
I am strong
I do not beg 
I take what fate gave me and I bow to no one
But promise is me just a second of flying alone in the sky
And I will fall to the ground
And plead for my wings
                                                       
((a letter on the desk from her older sister))
Ciel,
I'm sorry I couldn't take you out today. I know how much it hurts you. I tried, but I couldn't get away from my work and when I came in you were already asleep. You look so small when you're sleeping Ciel. So delicate. So different from the wild fighter everyone else sees.
I know before you remind me that I missed last week as well. I'm busy nowadays, but I understand that is no excuse, when I can fly whenever I want. I hope you forgive me.
For someone who claims not to dream, you sure do twitch a lot in your sleep.
I promise I will take you tomorrow, at night, to the cliffs by the sea, and we will fly until dawn. 
I love you little sister. Always                    
- Celeste        
                                                       
((hidden behind a picture on the wall))
Climb so once you reach the top of the mountain you spread your wings and jump.
Maybe you glide some, or even manage to force yourself a little higher. Maybe you fall right away, a tumble of wings and darkness, but in the end you still crash broken on the ground.
You lie still for a moment, just breathing.
Then you stand. You clean your wounds and brush the dirt and sweat from your scales. Scrub the dust from your eyes, defying the tears that threaten to slip out.
And then you do it again.
And again.
And again.
Knowing that one night you will take to the Skies and soar, and that is the night you will let the tears fall.
                                                       
((tucked inside the pillowcase, this looks like a slip of paper from a fortune cookie))
You are surrounded by angels
                                                       
((pages from a small silver book on the desk, about 3/4 filled up))
Give me a song to sing
So that when the lights come for me
I can resist their strange pulls
And repell them back into the darkness
                                                       
Lights in darkness, twisting, waiting
For the surrender that's never coming
For the white flag that I will never raise
They are stronger, they will win
But I will go down fighting with my last breath
Taken in darkness
And freedom
                                                       
I don't want much really
Just wings to fly on
And a song to sing while in the air
                                                       
Sometimes the lie hurts worse than the truth
And sometimes it is the other always around
Most of the time, it is best to stay quiet
Stay out of it
Let them rise or fall on their own terms    
                                                       
There is magic in the forest
There  is magic in the air
The type of magic that you can't see
Or hear
But if you reach out on a still, misty morning
You can feel it's heart beating on your scales
Like a tiny pair of silver wings
                                                       
The lights pull away at me
Hot claws scraping across my scales
not yet, not yet
soon
First I must touch the tip of the Sky
And sing my song to the stars
not yet, not yet 
soon
                                                       
For me the fall is so much worse than the landing
                                                       
...and so it begins to rain
Our tears drench us
Until we can no longer tell the difference
Or if it even matters
Or why
Until we shake the ice from our wings
And we remember
                                                       
Please do not tell me there is still hope
Did no one ever tell you that it is rude to lie so openly
Oh, I see. You were not talking to me
Go on then, for you are correct
Surely, someone somewhere has a chance to hope
I've already used up all my chances
                                                       
They tell me to go stay alive, to stay strong
They tell me not to break
And yet they are the ones twisting me
                                                       
The Sky today is grey
Unbroken
Other than a single bird, way up high
Only one
It is so far, so small, that all I can see are the wings
If I look hard enough
I can pretend they are mine
And this is only a nightmare
                                                       
It is not a matter of who will let me, but rather who will try to stop me
                                                       
There is a poison in my heart
In my blood, my mind
It finds me wherever I go on the ground
But once I fly I will be free
                                                       
There are only two ways to leave the battlefield
Win or die trying
There is no surrender
                                                       
Life is but a gentle flower
That dips and sways in summer's breeze
But cold winter winds soon bring death
The blossom's petals wither and seize
To clutch the last of the dying night
Before the dawn of everlasting light
But fails to rise above it seems-
The inner stars no longer gleam
It gave up
It stopped fighting
But when the final sleep comes for me
I will be ready
And I will fight the lights inside the night as they could not
To rise above
And fight my battles in endless Skies
                                                        
They say that together we stand, alone we fall
But that can't be true because flying connected would only result in all of us falling, but flying alone...
I am free
                                                       
Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear
All you have to do is jump into the unknown
And hope that you don't fall
                                                       
Don't hate me for it
I can't be anything else
This is what I was meant to be
A singer
An artist
A dreamer
A quiet dragon
A wisher
A liar
A dragoness who could live on Sky alone
A fighter
A hider and a seeker
A warrior
a flier
Don't change me
                                                       
Don't be the type of dragon to break quietly
Inwardly
Don't ever fall without letting someone hear you hit the bottom
                                                       
Out of millions
I rise
Only to then see
What I have fallen from
                                                       
I only stay because
There is nowhere else
For me to go
Yet
                                                       
Is this my message?
My legacy?
Is this what I leave behind?
Scribbles
On a bloodstained page
                                                       
I don't need any of them
I don't need to become their idea of me
I don't need to be tied to this cursed earth
I don't need to be taken care of
I need my wings
                                                       
Everything you see sticks into you
Becomes a part of you
But it is up to you to decide how deep it penetrates
                                                       
I can't breathe
My world is getting smaller
And I'm shrinking with it
If only I had a song
A song I could use to shatter the glass
                                                       
Death comes easy. To die is simple
To live is harder, but manageable
To fly is hardest of all
I will fly
Not that I know how, but I know that I will
Whatever it takes
I will have my wings
                                                       
I don't let it show
I keep it here
Oh but one day I will
Lose anything resembling control
And they will all see
What I have kept hidden
And then I will know
Who to trust. Who trusts me
By who runs away screaming
And who stays by my side
And tells me it is beautiful
                                                       
Everyone is falling
But they don't see it and won't believe it
Until they hit the ground
                                                       
To say what we are
To say where we are
What we have seen
And been
And will be
It is so hard
Becuase most of us don't know
Yet
And some of us don't want to know
Ever
Because they are
So afraid
Of what they might find
                                                       
When you can't see the lights
In the darkness
When you can't hear all those who
Shout for you too come back
When there is no fire, no ice
When all you can feel is then crisp night wind
On your scales
And the moon shining
Silk on your wings
You are free
                                                       
Everyone has a breaking point
A key to open their soul and make them cry
Unless their armour is so thick
That you can't find a key
Or even a keyhole
Will they never break?
Or are they already broken?
                                                       
And the day will come when the risk to remain tied to the ground is more,painful than the risk of attempting to fly and falling.
And when that day comes for me I will take to the Skies without hesitation, knowing that if I fall after even a moment of flight...It will have been worth it.
All the tears and pain, all the wishes and dreams and hopes, alk the sleepless nights, all the many fails...It will be worth it for that one moment when I am free.
                                                       
Sometimes I think that the shadow my heart casts is the only thing truly beating.
                                                       
They hurt me but I don't bleed 
The cut is too deep for that
                                                       
She's all alone again
Wiping stardust from the corners of her eyes
                                                       
It's not over even when you are disarmed
Even fallen
Bleeding out
Buried underground
It's not over when they come 
When the Sky breaks
Even when you die
It is not over until you win 
                                                       
We are only as free as we allow ourselves to be.
                                                       
So many more years of this before we will fly
So many more years in rusty chains
Seems all right to them
But its not
And they can't see because they have never flown
Never fallen
To rise again and drink the Sky
They never had it, so they don't miss it
But I do
I flew
Once
And now I will wait so many years
Just to do it again
                                                       
I locked the door to my own cell
And threw away the key
Bite my tongue and close my eyes
Fall, to dreaming of open Skies
                                                       
When they ask if you want to die by fire, or by ice you are supposed to say ice. If you don't then they will tell you that burning alive is one of the most painful ways to die. Ice is sleep. Freezing alive is to know you are dying and to give in to it. To let yourself drift away into the lights. It is surrender, plain and simple. They then ask if you would like to reconsider your answer.
No
Maybe I will burn and die but I will never surrender.
                                                       
If you are hurt, hurt them back
Win the war, not the battles
When fighting, hit first and hit hardest
Never give up any advantage
Pick your battlefield carefully
Have no mercy, and when you are outnumbered and overwhelmed...
Go down fighting
                                                       
life is too short to not dance in the rain.
                                                       
Now there's now looking forwards
Now there's no turning back
                                                       
Whenever one flies, there is always a risk of falling
Every time
And it is up to us to determine if the flight is worth the pain it may cause
Worth dying for
                                                       
You can judge the whole world by what you think it lacks
You can stare right into the abyss and not know it's staring back
                                                       
((Etched into the bedside table, looks like it was done at 2 in the morning))
Why does a wheel have to roll?
                                                       
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