A young man sits on his golden throne. The leather seat is comfortable and he sinks in deeper into his rightful place. "...youre mad. " She whispers, and somehow, despite the party going on in the room, he catches her words and mocks, "...But doesnt that make all of us, now?" His words are heavily accented. She shrugs, not answering his question. "Whyd you bring me here?" She asks, not feeling the threat of being kidnapped. He shrugs back in reply, refusing to make a reply to her words. "I suppose our questions shall never be answered."  She states softly, and his ears twitch in the slightest, "I suppose so." As they stare into the depth of the night, the air is chilling, cooling and calming; the winds tousles their hair and they feel somewhat peaceful in the midst of a brewing war; the trees sway from one side to the other,  and once again, the silence of the night is interrupted by the lonely hooting of the owl. Foreword The hooting of the owl breaks the silence of the eerie full moon night.  A man stands in the heart of the forest, he raises his sword and chants, "It begins." An army of his people charge out with weapons, towards the enemy, and the owl stays spectator for the bloodbath that is yet to come. ---Authors NoteI cant stop making stories T.T and to think my exam is on the 5th of August, oh well, at least it doesnt affect the placing. (What kind of bad example am I? ) Anywho... I do hope you enjoy reading this. Although it is rather odd, this is inspired by a chair that gives me an impression that it should be sat on by a master of some sort. My other Aff friends from the same school, namely babblebubbleteaxoxo and Apple-Piggy are probably studying their butts off and here I am on a writing frenzy. Wow am I messed up. Anywho, this is written for ANIMALIA, an exo writing contest. Sorry for the rant! Er...Ive pulled Nocturnal out of the contest beacuse I want to make sure that this can be the best I can write it...so Im sorry if it takes a long time to update...and I may or may not go for hiatus soon.