Chapter one
"They are getting rather annoyed with us." The hooded man sighed to his leader, his voice powerful enough to be that of a lion. "Threatening to kill us for what they want."
"What are they saying?" His leader asked, peering at his associate through his extremely dark brown, almost black eyes.
"They are saying that if we do not get the Master soon, they will come and take him themselves." The first man said, glancing at the blood soaked dagger and the cracked seal on the table, on top of the legal documents of the Council. "And that our deal will be revoked." Their leader contemplated on that for a while, remaining silent. Ano
Chapter three
Keito sat by the fire in the cave, slowly sipping his broth. The old woman by his side was pouring herself another bowl from the pot above the fire pit. She had been Keito's master's wife and since the death of his master, Keito had taken care of her, quitting the Guardians to do so. He stared into the crackling flames absent-mindedly and sipped up the last bit of soup in his bowl. He set it down at his side and collected the heat of the fire.
"You should eat more, my son." Lady Todac, the woman sighed softly. "You are looking thin." Keito smiled at her concern for him. He reached up and scratched his fox ears.
"I'm fine Lady
The two swordsmen stood facing each other, death danced in their eyes. The elder
warrior moved first and within a second he had crossed the gap. The swordsmen
posses such speed; they are hardly seen. The blades clashed together with a loud
crack and sparks flew off in all directions. The two stood blade to blade staring into the
other's eyes; their cloaks billowed in the wind.
Lightning flashed and the two swordsmen were gone. A deathly silence choked the
air. Suddenly, a loud crash was heard echoing on the wind. The swordsmen now stood on
the roof of a rundown house in the middle of the deserted, crumbling town.
The warriors were now
I'm noone but wanderer
Lost in the world of reality
Lonely nights are darker
My mind is close to insanity
Dreams and thoughts are gone
Only some visions are born:
''Sea of sorrow and sadness
Imbued by streams of blood
Beside the ones wich are lifeless,
They sing the lament of dead.''
I hear whispers in my head-
Saying:''Don't forget you are next''
Wounds are too deep for me
I surrender my miserable life
Nobody hears my last thought
It is just another silent death...
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WIP The Dragon and the Flower
Tulko heard a will shattering roar, unlike anything he'd ever heard, and a shape of all wings and claws shot up into the sky from the smoke near the caravan. He fainted.
Twenty minutes later, Dizet was still trying to get the taste of blood out of her mouth. It was aweful. Rian brought her a drink from the kindly folk who owned the caravan. She sipped the rosy wine and put the glass to Rian's lips.
"Much better. Thank you. And my thanks to the Lord as well."
"The wine is lovely, isn't it?" Rian replied, smiling. She had a bit of a headache from the strain of her spellcasting, but it was dimininshing. The wine helped.
Now I lay alone and shreded
Just having thought about you
My soul is gone and wasted
I only have few things to tell you...
How much of suffering I stand
I saw blood on your hands
And I knewed it is mine
Sorrow and pain were my best friends
But even they lefted me
Vengance is too strong for me
So it doesn't exsist for me
Cause you made me crawling
You took away my life
Break my already hollow skull
And let me die in cold wind
I cannot even say you
Remember this...
at the moment of your death...
As the snow falls down around me
like the rain that fills the seas
I play my favourite carol for him
I hear the echoes carry across the wind
My pipe is my voice as I sing praises in his name
thank you baby Jesus we honour the day you came
This gift of that you have so graciously given
even despite all of our sin
So I play for him for it is all I can do
and offer a heart filled Merry Christmas to all of you
As the snow fell and everything became silent, she sank into her thoughts. The silence wrapped around her like a blanket warming her mind and making her thoughts run faster than the wind. A blanket to protect her from the world. A blanket of thoughts.
She took a deep sigh and it created hoarfrost in the air. She closed her eyes listening to the silence. She felt like she would have been fading away from this world, from this time, from this space. It was already dark, but she didn't care about it. She just sank to the silence of the falling snow. Snow flakes grabbed stubbornly to her long dark hair.
It was Christmas. But no smile decorated
On the verge of Capricorn
A whimper of a frozen horn
Cavorts about the dead nostalgia
Of the queer and plastic cliffs
The quiet lioness of winter
Whispers down her snowy form
And all the hats and bells are brought out
The goose with berries we adorn
Disquieted and full of wonder
My mind is like a sick stray dog;
Limping through December fog
And fearing the charity of human blunder
And Odin, if the kids are pleasant
Will ride down from the starry sky
And fill their boots with treats and candy,
Sugarplums and marshmallows
The quiet lioness of winter
Is a huntress of childish fear
And vanquishes all scary thoughts
With hot cho
Today Dr. Sam looks out the window as the snow comes down. His family was their life was well. This story begins a few years earlier when things were very different.
July Three years earlier,
Dr. Sam Oliver walks into his office at the hospital. "Hello Gina" he says. She replies "good morning doctor how was your weekend?" He says "well and you?" She replies "I spent the weekend in central park, it was beautiful. We have a new patient arriving for tests today." "Oh?" He says. "Yes, a young girl that Dr. Fetters suspects may have a brain tumor." She replies. Dr. Sam says, "I'll take a look at her charts once the scan is complete." He sits dow
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I noted deviant staff to find out if I could use this account again, since the person I allowed to run it hasn't updated it since 2007... Their reply was that I may access the account freely as far as deviantART policy is concerned.
This means a lot to me. I was away for a few months and the account was taken over, but now I've got it back and so writers can be alive again. This has been bothering me for a long time now. So relieved!!
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Hm. Well, since the account hasn't had any activity for...
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...almost three years, I guess he wouldn't mind too much?
I'm starting a new literature group, you see, and most of the good names seem to be taken, but I'd really like the group to be a real community project so if this particular name isn't being used, I'd like to help make use of it.