AceTriad

“Blake …” “BLAKE!” A resounding male voice rang in her head as she tried to make sense of what was happening. “Running away again? Is that what you've become, my love? A coward?” “You and I were going to change the world, remember!? We were destined to light the fires of revolution!” “This could've been our day! Can't you see that!?” The voice and the words kept ringing in her head as she tried to make sense of what was going on. “I never wanted this! I wanted equality! I wanted peace!” “What you want, IS IMPOSSIBLE!” “But I understand because all

While I was asleep, I dreamt a strange dream. There was a RWBY graphic novel, in black and white. While most of the details are fuzzy, I distinctly remember this last scene: Blake and Adam are eating a fancy dinner in candlelight on a luxurious, quiet train fitted with red upholstery with gold trimmings.   Blake: "So tell me, why do you always wear that dark, handsome, thief's mask?" Adam: "It's because I want to concel my identity. I also want to keep the region trouble-free." Adam pauses from eating his steak as he notices a young girl to his right. Blake: "Is something wrong?" Adam: "No, it's fine." Blake: "You're not thinking of giv