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of the light"The bells of the gods ring calling all soldiers to battle. These bells are what evil should fear and yet it is me who is afraid.
I have always wondered why evil is here in a land of light. It is the dark that we must banish. I fear it is that we are being tested and one day we will fail. I will meet the king of shadows himself on the battle field today.
we stand as a warning sign to all that dare attack the light and spoil it with filthy darkness".
Zelda's voice rings loud and clear as she reads the words of the warrior of the sun. I stand alone in the room, fear mounting on me.
I blush with embarrassment as the words of expectation drown me. I have to be this warrior who only cares for the light and is willing to die for their cause. I was just a farm girl.
I often wonder if there was a mistake, my brother would have been a much better warrior of the sun than i will ever be. I miss the rest of the reading contemplating my life.
**- flash back -**
"Sis, the man at the door wants you".
people come into our lives for a reasonjust wanted to make a fake start for a story i have wanted to do for a while. sorry twilit i
didn't ask your permission to use toran but the story mainly features ember and is kinda short.
Many people say there are 3 parts to life, before you meet someone who changes you,meeting that person who changes you and after you meet them. I have not meet that person yet.
I wonder who it will be, I hope it is the green clad blue eyed hero. Or maybe a new leader will come to power in Hyrule. I can't predict that. Oh I have to recount the day for the records.
We killed 3 monsters today and over-powered a girl of the shadows. I wonder what the princess will have me do with her.
-for the records of days, captain of the north guard, Ember, 38 days till the 10000 anniversary of the founding of Hyrule.
I think apon looking back at the old text I am falling apart. I found the person who changed me and boy was i surprised. I had gotten a girl of the thing i despised, shadow.
I wake up some nights
sameA writer and a god are the same,
both spin worlds into life,
both are smug and proud,
both can make a hero.
A painter and a god are the same,
they both take your breath away,
they are both moddest,
both can shine like stars.
A painter is so much more than a writer,
a painter can use colors to give you more than a thought,
a painter can make shapes and wonder,
a painter can put a disign onto the world.
A painter is so much less than a writer,
a writer can make a story,
a writer can give a tought a life,
a writer can let a mind run wild.
A painter is just the same as a writer,
Lines of a story like brush marks,
emotion and color all about,
a heart and a soul into the work.
giftedsisters. we are sisters. we were sisters.
A gust of wind can stir more than the leaves of fall. It can stir animals but most importantly memories. Both sad and happy.
It almost seems funny how my life changed. All in the events of one day. It started one year ago to date. A normal 16 of October.
...a year ago...
"Sis, the pasta is ready. wonder when Kim will be back." My older sister Sarah was making pasta and pizza at the same time while i tried to stay out of the way. Then at when the old clock above the stove hit 8 on the dot Kim walked in.
Kim is always on time. I swear she must be waiting out side and timing her entrance. "Hey sorry i had to work late. hard to keep this place here". she flopped down on the couch and yawned.
"I take it you will skip dinner again tonight Kim. I wish you wouldn't all this lack of food must be killing you". Sarah chimed in making an all to serous remark into a bad joke.
"No Sarah. I will be eating with you. Make me a lot". she slumps further into the
warok so this goes with my two other horsemen stories.
this is seen through the trird person.
The plane soared down and landed lightly on the makeshift landing pad. "All adoard" a man called from the side jokingly and then in a military manner yelled"flight 37 is here".
a man walks nonshaluntly over to a crowd of weary army men. "Mike why does the plane always come at one in the morning" a man in the crowd asks half joking half truthful. The man who had been walking over, Mike smiles and says " the company hates us bill it hates us". they both grab their bags and follow the rest of the croud.
The man who had been next to the plane jumps aboard the stairs and makes a joke. The reason the army men took the XL french line was that they had offered to come and take them home three weeks before the goverment plane could come.
The plane is high in the air when jim starts to talk "mike, i have a story". Mike turned around. "jim has a story. What has caused you to talk about yourself ?" jim smirk
can you hear me
can you hear me now?"
The voice called over the broken inter com. "The Maspians are hear" then a scream.
The TV goes black and the white text credits start to role.
The man on the couch sighs and opens his laptop. In an email to a Naghtag@gmail.com, Mary is dead to bad she was the best. he sighs and checks the clock. 9:16, he still had time to watch another episode.
The doorbell rings, he runs downstairs and opens the door with a surprised look. "Sam?"
10 minutes before
A girl stands alone in the rain. Her eyes are a dull grey and worried. She shields her eyes to check the street sign.
She smiles and runs as a flash of lightning lights the empty streets. She knocks on a door after checking the number twice. She sighs and apologizes to a woman who opens the door, "wrong house".
The rain seems to pour harder on her and she runs as fast as she can. Her foot hits a lose stone and she falls head over heels. On the verge of rage she stands up now more soaked than
btw this story is told through the eyes of a coworker and is a companion to pestilence.
The room would have been quite and it was compared to the ear bleeding silence. Every one is talking and chatting, then the bickering lunch room goes silent. We are all expecting Sillia to come in as cold as ever.
We all breath a sigh of relief as the old receptionist, Lucy Andriesa. "Hello, I am here to recount a tale in memory of our dear Sillia."
I can tell she is being sarcastic but still staying nothing, waiting to hear the story. It can be one of two things, how Sillia cam to the firm or why she didn't come into work today.
"Well I think I should to tell you what happened and how Sillia came to the firm". I smile and ask " why is this breaking news?" Laughing for the first time at a joke since seven years ago. Joe retorts, "reasons"
" It was a February about seven years ago. The heat was broken that week so we were all bundled up in coats like bears hibernating for winter.
The clock was
The idiot girl who runs this acount let me in to her comuter. I hitched a ride on a drawing this other girl sent, a drawing i think it was. I'm pixel. I now can do anything i want on this computer. I might as well tell you where I came from and what role I play. I was created not so long ago my a man from MIT.
He wanted to make a program that could represent human life and ideals. well as you know the story to well you know he fails in the morality part. Thus creating me as a guiltless killing mashine. but that is all boring.
I'm here to tell a story, and i swear it is true. it is how i woke up. You see if anyone else told this story it would be long and gloryless but I am not anyone else.
I always though it would go something like this.
A young woman sits in the ramshackle apartment eyes fixed on her dusty computer screen, long lines of code scrolled across the screen. "almost here" the girl holds the sylbols till the text on the srceen turns green. "I'm in" she scrolls d
do you want to kill a snowmanspades? [knocks]
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
Come on, let's make her pay!
you know it’s time to end the universe
‘cause it can’t get much worse
so do just what i say
you’re not supposed to kiss her
you’re supposed to kill
don’t make me auspisticise!
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
It doesn't have to be just snowman...
Go away, scratch
she’s gonna die
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
and the rest of the felt too?
i’ve got some clocks around you can smash up
stop acting tough
i know that you want to!
(have some scotty dogs)
It gets a little boring
you know i Just want to die
(tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock)
slick, please I know you're in there
or is it jack it’s hard to tell
i’m omni-potent and i know that you
really want to kill her to
send her to hell
you know we have the same goal
we both want me dead
and both want to kill her too
Do you wanna kill a snowman?
do you wanna record gmod a venturian parodyJordan? *knock knock knockknock knock* do you wanna record gmod come on lets go and play i never see you anymore come out the door i think you've gone away we youst to be best brothers and now were not i wish you would tell me why do you wanna record gmod it doesnt have to be gmod *Jordan* GO AWAY ISAAC *Isaac* ok byeee! *knock knock knockknock* do you wanna record gmod so much time has gone past i think some compony is overdue i've started talking to the venturianbear doll hang in there venturianbear it gets a little lonly playing nentendo 64 go mario go *1 month later* Jordan please i know your in there Cierra has been asking where you've been mom says have courage and im trying to im right out here for you just let me in come on big brother its just you and me what are we gonna do?!....do you wanna record gmod
Indigo Silence (kurloz x reader) part 2You made it to your cave in the heart of the forest as the first rays of sunlight made its way through the sky.
You dumped his body on the floor of the cave in the back and flopped down across from him.
“So tired!” You groaned to the snake lusus.
Hiss. She lectured you accidentally kicked the boys head.
“You act like he’s gonna wake up.” You chuckle as she sighed.
“Fine, I’ll sleep.” You headed to your recopacoonon, but looked back at the boy. After much mental debate you listen to that nice small voice that managed to survive two sweeps and put him in instead.
“Who needs a good days sleep?” You ask yourself as you lay curled up on the ground.
Rainbow colors covered everything, including you. In your hands were the top halves of your horns that you had to snap off in order to get control. Indigo tears streamed down your face as you could do nothing but sit there as someone who looked like you kill
Indigo Kindness (Gamzee x reader) Part 3It had been three weeks and things were bad. The voice was louder, always yelling. It had gotten to the point where you killed a blue blood yesterday, his blood still on your skin.
You cried, indigo tinted tears fell from your eyes. “Why?! Why must I be this way? Why couldn’t I have been a lowblood?”
‘Aw dear,’ The voice said in feigned hurt. ‘You injure me.’
“Agh! Just go away! I must already be alone forever because of you, everyone’s dead because of you.” You yelled. “I can’t be with Gamzee because of you…”
The voice was silent for a second. ‘Flushes are such lies, you only need me. We can be together.’
You didn’t say anything, only standing and walking out of the cave to go hunt for food.
You hunted until you killed enough to keep you fed for a few days. As you turned to walk back with your hunt though, you heard movement in the bushes behind you.
“Whose there?” You ask
Thomarie ~ La Confesion ~ Capitulo 27Thomas: *suspiro* Okay, me quedaré. - acepté sin vacilar. Ella se corrió un poco dejándome lugar y yo me saqué las zapatillas y me acosté a su lado. Apagué la luz de la pequeña lampara y todo se volvió negro. Marie se acomodó un poco en su lugar, pues la cama no era muy grande para los dos, apenas entrabamos bien.
Marie: Buenas noches Tommy, te amo. - dijo apoyando su cabeza en mi pecho.
Thomas: Y yo a ti. - Después de unos segundo, el sueño nos alcanzó fácilmente.
Al día siguiente, temprano. . .
Un leve zumbido me sacó de la tierra de los sueños para regresarme a la realidad. Me moví apenas y sentí devuelta que estaba acostado en una superficie cómoda. Había programado el celular para que sonara a las 8 de la mañana, pues tenía miedo de que un doctor o una enfermera me echara de la habitación. O peor, me echara del hospital
Jerk AlertThe trees that surrounded the House were dull and lifeless. Grey and brown leaves littered and blew across the dead grass. It was around the end of Autumn and nothing was going on. None of the Oddjects seemed to have any energy to do anything. Not even Hayley, who was basically energy itself.
Rain puttered against the windowpane. It was sound, steady and sleepy enough to lull anyone into deep dreams of lazy gray days.
No one bothered to talk, no one bothered to go outside.
Tony sat at the table with a newspaper and a cup of steaming tea. He glanced across the table to Hayley, who was playing Angry Birds on her palm in her immense boredom.
The puppets had chosen to go camping, leaving all Oddjects with nothing to kill, and nothing to satisfy their testy tempers.
"This is really boring," muttered Hayley in a tone that would make Harry proud.
Ender glanced up from where he stood reading in the kitchen by the warm furnace outlet.
Tony huffed and set down his teacup. "No, I ag
Meeting Sohnii- EBC RP
An EBC RP
He wasn't sure how he'd managed-- actually, scratch that, he was. Crispus knew very well how he had escaped the evil clutches of the fun-hating grown-ups that patrolled Ice Empire's camp, and recalled every detail. He would be sure to boast of his accomplishments to Kota and Ruka the moment he got back.
However, that wasn't going to be for a while. There was still time yet to enjoy the sweet taste of liberation, to revel in the chilly woodlands of his territory, to hear the sounds of birds and squirrels that were still alive instead of all boring and dead in the fresh kill pile.
Oh, yes. He was enjoying this immensely.
So enamored was he with the success of his mission and the thrill of a forbidden trip into the unknown that Crispus hadn't been paying enough attention when he came across the river that separated Ice Empire's lands from the rest. He ended up trippi
Roleplay?[long term]So, I'm really in the mood to roleplay. But I want it to be a longterm Rp, so we can really build up and develop the couple and characters.
Yes, this is romance, but i don't want it to be strictly romance, other themes are definitely welcomed into the mix.
I will do
-M x M
-M x F
-Supernatural themes(aka demons angels ect)
-Smut(it'll have to be inside a plot, theres no way im only going to rp smut :T)
Will not do
- F x F
-Fandom(Im just terrible with this im so sorry)
ways to rp:
-add me on skype(User name is Lexie.Orr1)
-Ask for my facebook
I'll do straight pairings, though I can't lie I do prefer to be the girl, I'm flexible, also,In M x M I'm cool with either.
Prince x prisoner
A spy from the neighboring country is caught and imprisoned, instead of being quickly interrogated and killed, it seems that the Prince has a different plan. . .
Demon x offering
Deep into the forest near a village li
End of Days (7/28) - Part 2Larfang: Jahli waited patiently in the snow, she would wait night and day if she had to...for her son. When a small and shaky roar was belted out Jahli was surprised. Ebele? Though Suma had done many terrible thing in her life, she still thought that Ebele would just wait and not take much part in this plan. For the cub to draw the westlanders towards them as such clearly showed her who's side he was on. Though it filled Jahli's heart with joy to know that cub had chosen their side, it also ached with the fact that the poor cub had to make such a hard decision. It wasn't easy for one so young to seal their mothers fate.
Suddenly there was a call bounding off the mountains, Ebele's name. Soon Jahli could hear the uneven steps through the snow of what was obviously Suma. Every part of Jahli was screaming at her to jump out now, to take down the dark pelted lioness. No, she had to wait, she needed the perfect position to attack. Luckily, it was just Suma's stumblings the northern queen he
End of Days (7/28) - Part 1<sillkie> Moonlight had turned the sand to silver. They sky was clear; black splashed with constellations. They dripped across the dome above and faded at the ground far in the distance. The landscape was alien, the banks of sand curving up and away in in tarnished tones. The northern mountains stood solitary, a black mark on the silver backdrop. The night air is cold and bitter as paws carried and left prints in the shifting grit that quickly dissipated with the wind as if they never existed. The western land queen inhaled deeply, the smell of heat filling her lungs, as the staccato crunches of her pawpads split divots into the cold sand.
Along the border of the outlands, she followed its precarious edge through the lifeless, rocky terrain, the eroding, generations-old termite mounds craggy silhouettes. The lioness stared ahead, her single eye, bleary with sand and puffy from exhaustion of her weary days, stared out into the darkness ahead, where the northern lands lie. The cele
Ashes endI feel my blood rush, these men have killed I can see it in their eyes. A police man jumps out of his car, he holds up his gun, not to me but to them.
"Miss, thank you for your work but we don't want you to get hurt so please step away". I nod to the officer and reply "I can handle myself". He tells me again to get out of the way.
I stare at him for a moment then jump forward striking the doctor with my hands. " ashes to ashes dust to dust". His coat turns to ash and he is taken aback.
The officer looks confused but stands his ground just in case I fail. The doctors friend pulls out a gun and fires. I'm not afraid for some reason, I just hold out my hand and it turns to dust.
I rush up at the taller one with the gun, I grab his middle finger and it turns to ash. It is quite gruesome to look at but he stares at it for a minute.
I am on the the other one, he has pulled out a knife. Despite his shortness he is fast, almost to fast. He grazes me the first time then cuts deep into my right
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