Purplepirates

Messiah leaned against a wall to catch her breath. She did her best to minimise her energy and to keep quiet. Hopefully that quick right turn threw Piccolo off course. She opened her eyes and looked down the dark alley way she had ventured. She saw people walk by as if nothing had happened. No one had seen her that was a relief. Messiah couldn’t believe how close that was. Who knew what Piccolo would do if he found out who she was. After controlling her breathing and adjusting her hood to ensure it was covering, she decided to head deeper into the maze of houses. Messiah was sure Piccolo hadn’t spotted her and turned to walk forw

What War Creates The silver moon glazed over the Decepticon warship as it sailed humbly through the night sky. White clouds hid the mighty vessel, also capturing the silvery light and haloing them in a white glow. Tall shadows casted on the flight deck and yet a sense of peace could be found, as activity aboard the ship was low and serene.   The silvery light penetrated a single window in the hull of the ship, creating white curtains of moonlight and reflecting off the polished grey finish that belonged to Lord Megatron. The great warlord had his hands clasped behind his back and stared dreamy towards the serene night sky. His posture