Sunday, October 31, 2010

Angel of Darkness part 1 of 3

As Yalli thinks in her head deeply, she looks up to Locka who has energy in his eyes. She then says "I'm sorry. I'm just not sure if I want to stay."

Locka then looks harshly at her, but then says in a gentle voice "I understand, but I was hoping that you would stay for the celebration."

"What celebration?"

"Well, today, all of the people in our land go and just have fun. Don't worry, today is going to be mild. The extreme party was a week ago, so it's just a lighting if candles to tell the truth, but it's a big deal in my land. After, all the candles are lit, we have a feast and party til ten. The extreme one is...well I don't want to say since the little one is here."

His sister than becomes cross, but he adds "Oh it's going to be so much fun! You must stay!"

She thinks a bit as he stares hopeful at her and she nods, "Sure". He smiles and continues "Ok, great! So we should leave right now because it starts in about ten minutes. Sister we are going to need your assistance."

She smiles happily, yet micheviously and held both her brother's and Yalli's hand as she closes her eyes. Locka then grabs Yalli's other hand and forms a circle. He looks at Yalli and instructs "Hold tight."

Yalli grips tight to his hand and with a jerk the room flies past them as the surrounding goes away in a flash. She flies like she was flying fast as a jet with no limits. She gets exicited and almost let go of their hands. Then, their is another jerk and she makes everyone fall as they landed. They fall into a field of grass. There is also a big palace made of stones that has green mold growing on it in the middle of the sea of grass. The stars in the night sky helps her see the markings that shows people and figures on the bulidings. One of the figures, that Yalli stares at foundingly, looks a bit like her.

Locka then helps her and holds his sister in his arms. He leads Yalli inside the palace where she sees that it's lit up with dim candles. She sees other people inside that has their hoods on as they are looking into a little brown book filled with pictures. The pictures are moving and talking, saying a story to each person that is different for each person. The characters from each book however looked the same. There is a girl with a light red dress, had her brown hair in a braid, and her green eyes made her look young and an old man who has a gray cloak with wrinkles that covers his eyes and would hit the ground angrily with his short, wooden cane.

"This way." Locka says to Yalli. She then looks to Locka and sees him holding a door open for her. She runs through the door and there is a room filled with closets. Then, Locka and Mearle, sleeping on his shoulder, comes in while shutting the door.

"Open the closet." he whispers.

She then looks to the closet closest to her. She then opens the door and inside is a cloak, black dress, black pants, and black shoes.

"Put them on. Don't worry about me. I won't look."

She then gets a little nervous and decides to put the dress on last. She takes her shoes off, closes her jacket, and starts undressing. She would look at the corner of her eyes as she undresses carefully under her jacket. When her pants and shoes were on, she then realizes that the dress has a zipper on the back.

She has no choice but she puts the dress on in the closet. It's cramped in the small, low ceiling, closet, but she manages just fine. When she gets the dress halfway on her body, she suddenly felt wind blowing around her. She sees the doors behind her open and she is blown out. She is lucky at that point that Locka's sister is there now. She is dressed and helps Yalli get her dress on. She zipps her dress all the way up, of course with some diffcultly, and helps put the cloak on. The cloak has a golden symbol on the front. It shows a man who was holding a dragon in his hands. The dragon looks dead as it stuck it's tongue that dangles from its mouth. Yalli frowns as she sees the design on the cloak.

"Who's this?" she asks Mearle.

"It's the king." she answers coldly.

When she is done, they go outside the door. There, Locka waits for them. He's wearing a black suit with a tie and pants that gets covered by the jacket he wears with it. He looks nice and clean. Yalli didn't even reconize him. He then comes over to them and smiles at her.

"So you're ready?"he asks.

She nods and then Locka helps Yalli put the hood over her head.

"We need to do this because one, you're not married and two, I think you're fourteen and when you are fourteen and older, you need to put the hood on. The man of the household do this to protect the young ladies because boys my age are appreantly hurtful by just looking at you guys. So, it's just for saftey reasons."

She nods a hard yes through her cloak for understanding and follows them back to the room where she sees the hooded people. She then wonders if they are all fourteen and older girls under those cloaks as she counts six that are in the room. There are also people who didn't wear cloaks too, but the girls with cloaks attracts her eyes the most. As she looks around, Locka gets seats two rows from the back.

As she waits for what is to come, she then sees a young boy coming in. He wears a similar suit like Locka's wearing and he has short blue hair. He smiles and nods to everyone.

"Greetings. I'm Roy and I shall lead the ceremony. If you follow me, we shall take the light the candles with us tonight espically since today is suppose to be the darkest day of the year."

Everyone then gets out of their seats and follows him to thr front door.

"If you all please get a candle and come with me outside that will be great." he instructs.

Then, everyone floats a candle in between thier hands except Yalli who looks around nervously.

"Oh, don't worry miss." Roy calls to Yalli. "I will hold your candle if you don't wish to."

He then gets the candle and makes it float in his hands. as well.

"Ok, now everyone follow me outside."

To be continued...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Return of the Mistress of Bird Thieves

On the island of Mountain Rouge, there stood a person with a black bird mask, me,  who looked of about sixteen years of age, when it really was that I was ageless.  I was of another time in another universe.  Where I had lived, there was no dimension of time.  Humans would think that impossible, but think of the other dimension of reality, which is our imaginations.
    I had returned after giving an expensive spear back to the island of Mountain Rouge-- my home.  My companions, Jade, Matt, and Max had traveled with me to another island off Mountain Rouge, made up of forests and a large inactive volcano.  We had traveled there, not intending to run into any danger, until we got trapped in a cave.  We traveled the cave, trying to find a way out.  I had powers, but they weren't strong enough to get us out.  We found a magical spear as we traveled, and of course, I had to steal it because it was shiny.  We weren't meaning to go and destroy a "stupid" man who wanted to get rich by stealing Mountain Rouge and stripping it of its fine gold.  He had, in fact, stolen the spear which belonged to the City of Mountain Rouge.
     The three, Jade, Matt, and Max began to find that my stealing abilities were also used for good.  And after I had returned, the three soon discovered who I really was.  I was from a different world, called Zheclanavia, which was a world of gods.  I wore a black bird mask and never took it off because of the markings on my face.  The markings would give me away.  But the three found out my secret anyway.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Soul

The souls within the inanimate
Are free.
The souls in the living
Are contained
Until death part them.

Zxero the Hero (uh huh, riiight...)

Yeah, the cover of this book looks pretty heroic, right?  Well anyways, on with the story!!!
     In a land called Merp rested upon an unusually small island was a village filled with dragons.  (Phooey!  Of course, from the human point of view, the island was enormous!) There, living in a very disproportionate little hut was a little dragon called Zxero.  It was neither he, nor she, nor it.  But it was called and "it" anyways, so that people could have something to call it rather than calling it by its silly name all the time.  Zxero was a wanderer.  It was also the "Alternate One" which was a god/goddess that represented...  Well, I'm not quite sure...  But anyways, how would you feel if you heard right now that Zxero was the one who wrote this book!?  Yeah, yeah, I know.  Its not that surprising.  In fact, I just told you!  *Sticks out tongue.*
     On this particular day, Zxero was at "training lessons" along with a number of odd an peculiar  dragons who all seemed to have major issues.  One was quite large, and another was quite thin and wimpy, just like Zxero.  Zxero was in full armor along with everyone else.  Its helm was crooked and it dragged its shield upon the floor.  Its friend, Birch was also a wimpy dragon, but much better off than Zxero for he wasn't very long and snakelike.  He was much more muscular.
"ALRIGHT!" Master screamed.  (His voice was always a scream...)  "Today is FLIGHT TRAINING!!!"
"But sir..." started another dragon named Meep, who was most incredibly strong, but too shy for his brawn.
"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW!  We have trained like that ever since you were little maggots, BUT THIS IS BASIC TRAINING!!!" Master distracted.
"But I thought this was major fighting class," said Mudlut, a very clever and slender dragon who could beat anyone in a fighting contest.
Master crossed his eyes.  "Yes, quite, but YOU LAME DRAGONS CAN'T EVEN PICK UP A SWORD!!!"
Oh, gurgling glacksticks.  I hope this doesn't turn into another "Master and Mudlut mess," Zxero thought with a great glare of agony to the sky.  Birch, who was patiently sitting beside Zxero was nodding off to sleep.  (Obviously, that was known as "patience" to the dragons.  Dragons slept when bored, even at the dinner table).  Zxero nudged him awake.
"Get up," it wrote through its mind to Birch.  "Master is...  Waiting..."
     Master was pacing back and forth, observing the dragon's wings.  He was amused by the little dragon's wings, and he chuckled.
"TERRIBLE WINGS!" he said said with a grunt when he got to the end of the line of dragons.  "All of you will FAIL!!!"
"Especially you, Zxero," Mudlut hissed under his breath towards Zxero.  "You will never be the God of the Dragons."
The other dragons chuckled at this.  Zxero only stared on ahead as Master lifted his oversized tail and gave a big, loud fart to silence the dragons.  When that didn't work, he began to explode.
"SILENCE YOU LITTLE MAGGOTS, BFORE I EAT ALL THE LIVING CARPFLEAS FROM THOSE LITTLE BRAINS OF YOURS!!!" he thundered with a great shake of his fatty, overhanging belly.
"Not before I eat you yourself," Zxero managed to say.
Birch laughed at this until Zxero gave him a nice thwack on the nose with its tail.  Finally, after fifteen whole minutes, the dragons became silent.  Finally, Master gave the orders.
"ALRIGHT!" he boomed.  "Now, go and do twenty laps around Merp!!!"
Everyone moaned and groaned and began filing out of the main training hall.
"Unless you want me to stick FIFTY FIREBALLS UP YOUR BUTT!" Master said.
"No, no!" everyone said.  They immediately became silent.
Zxero was pushed and mauled by the hefty dragons as they all attempted to fit though the door at once.  (Not to mention, the door was only for long dragons like Zxero or Birch or their dreaded enemy, Mudlut).
     When Zxero and Birch were finally outside, they came to find that all the other dragons had taken off and were already halfway around Merp.
"Come on," said Zxero, giving one beat of its wings and finding it took it already about halfway around Merp.
"Oh, joy," Birch moaned close behind Zxero.  "I absolutely, definitely, positively, seriously...  Well, I kind of forgot what I was going to say, but I think I was about to say that...  I HATE THE FACT MASTER MAKES US RUN LAPS!!!"
"Hmmm..." Zxero said, hardly surprised.  "Quite so, since we are supposedly supposed to be training for protecting stupid jewels from knights who want to slay us."
"It's all myth!" howled Birch.  "They're training us for MYTH!"
And so they both flew on as Zxero managed to hold back its temper while Birch complained and complained.  (And though one beat of their wings brought them halfway around the island of  Merp, the dragons STILL took an hour to finish.  How lame).

To be CORNtinued....... (Within the next MILLENNIUM!)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


We as humans
We give everything meanings.
We take the world in our hands
And give it a meaning that is related to our factors.
We create everything in our own ways
To feed the dragon of imagination within our minds.
And we symbolize life 
From how we perceive it.

Bread is like Rock

Bread is like alternative rock music.
You have to listen to every instrument in the song to see its meaning.
In bread, you must think about the flavor to understand its worth.

A Step Without Moving

Ride upon the dragon of fear.
To be it is to conquer
Fear fears itself
For one step it takes has no movement.
The step taken affects and is effected.
For a dragon within thee is beaten
And it beats thee 'til death.

Angel of Darkness part 2

As the angel soon wakes from her long sleep, she sees she is in a very dark and dim room. The room smelt of smoke that came from a fire. The wall's grey paint were pealing off the walls and had scratches on them.

As she realized that the room wasn't her bedroom, she got up with a start. She saw a crib next to her. It was empty with a black notebook. As she got up to touch it, she suddenly heard a scream and a yell saying "Don't touch that you angel!"

She turned around and saw a little girl. Her eyes were bright, firey orange, her black dress was in shreds and her white stockings were filled with holes. She ran with her red pony tail following her behind. She grabbed the notebook, hiding words that said Mearle's Book of Internal Thinking.

"Don't worry about her. She is very protective about her belongings. " said a voice.

The angel saw a tall Boy in the doorway. He seemed to be sixteen, had long black hair with red streaks that was flipped to the side. He had ripped pants with chains hanging to the side that was clipped to his bat wings. He also wore a blood-stained, black shirt. He looked at the angel with soft brown eyes.

"Hi. I'm sorry if you had a hard time up-their." he said pointing to the ceiling.

She looked at him confused, then widened her eyes.

"I'm in the world below Heaven? Below the mortal world?!"she said surprised.

He nodded confused at her.

"I heard you cry a few times that you wanted to know who you are, so I brought you to your dad's homeland..."

"Wait! How do you know my dad?"

"Everyone does. He is the king of the land and you being his daughter, you must lead us..."

"I'm not suppose to lead! My mother said that she didn't marry a king!"

"She did know." the girl inturrepted',"But she was too scared to tell you."

The angel was then silent and shoved her head into her hands. She then felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Please. You need to lead us. Our new king burned my mother's house and killed my father. The only person I have left is my sister and she is still going to school. I'm sure your sister and brother will be scared if they were in a situation like this. You are my... I mean our only hope."

She then looked to the boy, seeing her reflection in his eyes.

Am I truely a leader of this land?

"Well, if you don't trust him," said the young girl,"Did you smell the smoke when you woke up? I would believe that's the only proof you need."

She then nodded to the girl and looked to the boy.

"I need to think, but before I feel settled with you guys, can you at least tell me your names."

The boy then got up and looked down at her, "I'm Locka Tivsh. My sister is Mearle Tivsh. What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm Yalli Cloud. I'm an half-angel, half-dark being."

"You mean demon, evil, stupid creature that you angels want to treat us like dirt!"

"No, I never heard any angel say that."

"Your mother does in her sleep." the girl interjected.

"She doesn't..."

"She does. We can hear her mumble it every night."

"Wait, how do you know all about me and my family?"

"Well, we have" the boy mumbled

"Spying, stalking, peeping on your lives, you know that thing." said the girl micheviously.

"You have?"

The boy stared at Yalli in the eyes very hard.

"We had to. It was on the orders of the king and when I heard your mother talk to you about you being part dark being, I realized that you must be the person who need to lead us. I'm sorry if your upset with us. I can understand this."

She stared at him with sorrow for some reason. Her dark side feeling sad about him being up in Heaven.

"It's okay."she says.

He then nods and asks "Will you lead us then?"

She then looked down and her mind puzzled as she wondered in her mind for the right answer.

To be continued...

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Most Powerful Moment...

As the night crept in
In came imagining.
In a world of sorrow and fear
Yet happiness and victory.

The war of gods stretched far beyond the wanderer could ever imagine.
The wanderer was us.
Us, three of a kind.
For the wanderer is everything everywhere
Yet nothing at all.

The wander krept out of us
Our imaginations forged together
To build a story most powerful to us.
The wanderer brought our minds in.

The wanderer made us one
And we became the wanderer, itself.
We created a story together as one
And our imaginations stretched far beyond the world.

We used power beyond all powers
The power of our stories.
And we built a story together
That connected to us.
To our lives...

But I feared at the end this was the last...
The last of our connections
Yet I knew we would always be connected at heart and in imagination.
We would always imagine different ways.

But we would always remember that powerful moment in our lives
When our minds were connected.
We would remember the story in which we created by the music that played to our hearts.
Even if we had not made a big deal of that moment right after,
In my heart
It will always be my most powerful moment ever to this wandering mind we all hold... 

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Questions Never Answered

Each of us have questions
Don't we?
We want to find an answer.

Some questions are answered
But some are not
For none of human kind knows all.

We are curious and like to learn
And we think about life.
We think we know the answer to its meaning.

Each meaning we give it is from our individual perspectives
And that's what makes up the Nothingness.
The Everythingness.

How everything perceives life makes up what it is.
So wether something has a perspective on life or not
You live your life the way you see it.

The way things are
Ones that think
Ones that don't think
Ones that are not "living,"

All are there
And no matter if all is an illusion or not
Everything will always be there.

Yet not there at all...

Monday, October 18, 2010

A Poem of Thinking

The world makes me mad,

I wish to run and hide for I fear the inside,

The outside and everywhere on the far side.

Why do people have emotions,

When it ruins our lives?

Yet at the same time,

It makes us who we are.

Is the heart the source of feelings?

But the brain always conflicts in what we think,

Or is my thinking wrong?

When I guess nervous, I twitch and fidgit.

How do release your nerves?

We all in some way,

But again,

I wish I didn't.

Life is confusing and twisted,

Yet it is simple as the sky.

I hope you not scrambling for hours when you stare at the stars,

Because it's an answer we all know inside.

Now look at your friends,

Your true friends.

Now think how they are,

Why they are like this?

See in your dreams,

The true values of you.

See when you dream,

Is this the real you,

Or a "you" that you didn't even know?

Just look inside ourselves,

And see what you want to see,

Or is it what I want to see?

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Moonlit Revels of the Gypsy Queene

The gypsy queene was lean.  She had the most feminine body ever seen.  But Kali was straight as a stick, and no gypsies adored "it."  Kali eyed the gypsy queene with a stare as blank as mist.  The gypsy queene stopped the caravan.  She stood beside it with a disgusted glare.
"Who is this?" said she.
Kali said nothing.
The gypsy queene laughed.  "I see you don't speak much.  Are you a traveller?  Are you lost?"
"I speak the words in which come from your mouth, for you are a part of me," said Kali.
The gypsy queene laughed again, but then began to look confused.  "Very well, clever one.  I guess you think you can outsmart I, Moelle the ruler of gypsies."
"If you say so," said Kali.  "I am one who happens to know these lands, and I say that you're the one who's traveling and getting lost."
Moelle eyed Kali, trying to hide the truth that she and her clan of gypsies really were lost.  "Lost?  A gypsy is never lost.  They are always on the move," she said.
"True," said Kali.  "And that, though, makes you lost because you live nowhere at all, just as I."
Moelle tensed a little but said nothing.  She turned to the caravan where the gypsies were peeking out the windows.  "We will stay here for tonight.  Tomorrow we shall go to another place."
"And steal?" Kali finished for her.  "Of course.  You certainly have to steal from the place in which you stay at if you want food.  Since you mortals can't survive without food, you have to steal for a living."
"You don't know that!" snapped Moelle.  She grabbed her long, thin sword from the sash around her waist and struck it at Kali.  Kali simply stepped to the side and stared a blank stare.  The other gypsies began to chant for them to fight, but Moelle hushed them.
"If you want, since it is what you want, we shall have a dance of swords to compete to see who is the better," said Kali.  "Though even if you win, I will technically be both the winner and loser, for everything goes both ways."
Moelle had a spark of mischief in her eye.  "Why, you read mind.  And you even mentioned doing the most dangerous dance known to man.  Let us see how well you can do it."
Moelle turned to the crowd of gypsies who were anxious to see the sword dance be performed by their queene verses the mysterious stranger, Kali.
"Tonight, when the moon is at its fullest, me and this stranger will perform this sword dance." She turned to Kali.  "And we will see who is the one to survive."

The night was falling, and the moon was beginning to peek from behind the dark clouds.  Kali wore its usual dress ware, while Moelle changed into the fanciest dress she had.  Zxero was beside Kali.  Zxero was like Kali, for it also had the blank expression.
"It doesn't matter if you or Moelle win, for you will always be both winner and loser of everything, yet nothing at all," Zxero wrote.
"True, yet not true," Kali said.  "Everything goes both ways."
Zxero took a sword out from mid air.  It handed the sword to Kali and nodded.  As Kali took it, it saw that Moelle had already begun practicing the steps and the sword slashes.  She eyed Kali as it approached.
"I see you made it and you did not chicken out and run away," Moelle said impressed.  Kali smiled mischievously and said not a word of reply.  Before anyone could give a queue, one of the gypsies began to drum a special beat on the percussion.  Then the music began.  Moelle began the dance with a series of impressive spins.  Kali began with only a simple stance with the sword in its left hand.  No one cared to see that.  But when Moelle began to strike at Kali, Kali began to do simple steps that somehow managed to keep Moelle from touching it.  Moelle looked peeved.  She struck even harder, losing the balance of the dance beat.  Kali finally began to let her actually hit it.  When Moelle struck a blow, the sword pierced through the spot in which was supposed to be Kali's heart.
     Moelle was breathless when she found that her enemy was not affected by the strike to the heart.  She tried to see if there was a weak spot on Kali, as she danced along back on track with the song.  She finally did a series of flips, while Kali was spinning.  In the crowd, the gypsies were utterly shocked.  They had never seen one who could not be killed by a sword.  They began to chant for the queene, and also to Kali.  They could not decide who was the better.  As the song came to a conclusion, Kali began to rise up into the air as it did a series of complicated steps and moves.  Everyone was amazed.  Even Moelle stopped dancing as she watched Kali and the amazing dance it did.
     The song ended there.  There was silence as Kali lowered its arms and became still.  It finally began to lower back down to the ground where Moelle was standing.  Moelle was speechless, and she suddenly kneeled to the floor.  When she did so, the rest of the gypsies followed.
"Oh, master of dancers.  Oh, mysterious stranger which I was unwise to have underestimated.  I kneel before you.  You are the true ruler of gypsies," Moelle cried.
Kali looked down at her.  Its eyes grew smaller and it began to laugh. "Haven't you figured out already that I am Nothing in the form of the Alternative One?  I have also lost the sword dance!"  


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Angel of Darkness

In the land of heaven is where the angel lives...
As she wandered alone in the bright land, she walked on clouds. She has the power to make light, she is supposely the kindest person in the land of clouds. However , people still hate her.

She doesn't know why, but her mother says it's her fault. She says when she was younger, she married to a dark being of the world below her land. Her mother said that he saved her life, but she didn't go on about it. She always would change the subject to even breath if to go even further then that. Just to sum it up, her mother says she is half dark, half light.

So, she has a hard time to live without anyone giving her looks or stares. Even someone almost killed her. The person gave her a potion to drink, but when she accidently dropped it as she was about to put it to her lips, it burned the ground and killed the life that surrounded her.

So, she decides today to just stay home for safety reasons. She looked at the window all day and watched the sun rise and stay in the sky for a long time. The sun made her feel at peace, yet it made some part of her wanting to hide and scram into a dark corner. She knew it was her dark feelings from her dad. She looked at her hands everytime she felt like this, wondering if her father felt like this.

She suddenly heard laughter of her younger sister and brother in the other room. She turned and thought about them being normal. They were made from pure light, so they were considered as angels. She knew that she is an angel too, but she is not sure anymore if she is also a dark being: an angel of darkness.

She walked out of the door of her room, dragging her feet to her mother's bedroom. She went in and layed on top of her mother who then pushed her off and said "Can you stop doing that Yalli, you are just like him!"

Yallius, short for Yalli, then got off and backed out of the door saying "Good afternoon. I'm going to stay home today."

Her mother answered her with a grunt and ordered her to watch the kids. Yalli did what she was told, but wished to be alone at that moment. She then went into the living room, looked at her brother and sister with her deep, red eyes. They who wore white while she wore pale white with black streaks.

They stared at her with smiles and then looked away, but she still stared at them. She saw them having halos on their heads. Yalli tried to feel for her halo, but she didn't have one. She also for the first time felt for horns. She then stood in shock, there was none.

She then backed away from the room and ran to her mother. She screamed at her "How could you! You said I was an angel, but I am fourteen and I still don't have a halo! I don't even have horns! I don't know what I am!"

Her mother stared at her dumb-found.

"What are you talking about? If your not an angel, you won't even be able to live up here."

She then breathed deeply, rapidly and ran out of the room screaming "I don't know what I am and probably never will because of you!"

She then ran out of the house with her brother and sister opening the door after her. She ran across the land with calling from angels, saying she was evil or angels staring at her in disgust. She cried and screamed as she ran and went into a forest. She went into the deepest part, which was the darkest part of the forest. She looked at her hands again, seeing them as killers and wanted to strangle someone. She yelled to the sky in rage and swiped at the air like a manic. She then clenched her head and sobbed to herself "I'm so confused."

She fell to the ground crying and felt blood prickle her skin. The crying made her relax which made her fell to a deep, forgiving sleep...

As she slept deeply, someone was walking in the forest and saw her wining in her sleep. The person felt sad for her and picked her up in it's arms. It smiled and whispered "I know you have a hard time in this world and I shall show you mine."

The person then vanished with her into the unknown.

To be continued.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Story of Morality

Quite a time ago
Living far away
There, ceased in the fires of Modloke was a wizard.
The wizard was not old
Nor young, that you may say
He was light and dark and good and bad!
and for that had been cast away...
For that very reason, many a time ago
He had been cast away.
He lived up in a snowy mountain
Inside a tiny cave.
Though cold as it was, the caves of fire swiftly burnt the days.
And so once upon a time
Many a time ago
He spotted something in the sky.
It was a figure in dainty wear who leapt down from the night.
"Who dares come forth my mighty cavern," the worn old wizard said.
"For I shall seek the fire beast to snatch up your fine head."
"Nothing fine about it," the figure said at once. "For I am Nothing, in the form of what you call the great 'Alternative One.'"
The wizard was in shock
And was twisted in his stare.
His light and dark and good and bad had stirred up in the air.
"I know what you are," said the Alternative One. "And you should be proud of it.
There's no such thing as 'right and wrong' so go off on prove it."
The wizard now understood quite well and thanked the Alternative One.
He went from his mountain of Modloke to prove his worth to the world.
The Alternative One
The being of all
The one that had been a guide.
Also was the one against him.
The wizard would've never known to find.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Stardust- The Star Consoul

In a land called Melenies, Stardust, a feirie that is eighteen years in human years woke in the early morning. She couldn't take sleeping. It was too hard since she learned of a hard truth. A truth that she can't understand what to do. If only she didn't had that sleepover, she told herself over and over again.

When everyone came to finish a sleep-over after she was found by Nicholas, She went to talk with him because he wasn't acting right. She lead him to her room. When she shut the door behind her, it became dead silent. Her tongue was in knots and she knew Nicholas wouldn't start, so she forcefully asked "What is wrong, Nicholas? I never seen you act like this."
He just stared at her in the a face, giving her a dead look. He curled his lips and looked to the floor nervously.

"Is that all you are going to say? You afraid that I will bite? You know I won't."
He shook his head and said dryly "You remember the time in the forest when I said to always tell me where you go."

She looked confused at him, but however nodded.

"Well, the reason I said that because I..."
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Nicholas, are you in there? Open up now!"demanded a shrill voice.
Stardust opened the door and in the doorway stood a girl with orange hair who was wearing a red velvet dress and her brown eyes swiftly going from side to side. It was no one other then Nicholas's sister, Marie. She stared at both of them and took Nicholas by the arm.

"I know you want to sleepover here, but I won't allow it tonight."

She then was dragging Nicholas by the arms when he pulled her away. He looked at Stardust hard in the face.

"Stardust, I just want to say that I like you. I can't hide it anymore. If I do, I think I'll explode."

He then came closer to her loooking deeply into her eyes. She tried to look away, but was locked in his stare. They looked at each other and did so for awhile. It went on for five minutes, just staring, drinking in the gazes they gave each other.

By the time they came to their sences, they didn't see Marie anymore. They were completely alone in Stardust's room. He grabbed her hand, but she wanted to wack it out. She didn't though.

She felt his golden blood pumping in her hand, making hers pump even faster. She then felt him get close to her lips.

Then everything happened so fast. She fell to the floor, saw everything spinning around her and only saw a bright light. She heard voices whispering to her, not making clear that she was still in her room. She saw tall figures standing around her, whispering to her, some shouting at her.

"What happened child? Did he hurt you in any way?" said one of them.

She looked to one who said it. It was a tall fairy, wearing a bright yellow cloak that covered its entire body besides its brown boats. Even though Stardust didn't know who it was, she felt her Nothing side saying she knew the figure. She then realized who it was.

"I think I met you before."

The figure grinned under its cloak and took its hood off. It turned out to be the star lady who gave Stardust advice.

"Yes, you had. I guess we met a little too early. Won't you agree?"

Stardust nodded, but then the star lady then changed the subject when Stardust let her guard down.

"So, why did you let Nicholas..."

"He didn't do anything!"

"So why did he do it the then?"

"He said he liked me."

"How do you know he wasn't lying? He was maybe trying to get through your defenses."

"He wouldn't! Just stop talking about him. Where am I?"

"You are in the Star Consoul For Young Aged Adults. It's for when the star fairy comes here to be put to death if their defenses get weak. In all throughout history, almost every star feirie gets abused by non-star feiries. The only one that didn't was acutally your mother."

"Liar! I doubt my mother was the only one that didn't get used!"

"Maybe your right, but then you could be wrong." said another feirie who was wearing a long red cloak.

"Maybe your mother died because of that crystal feirie."

"Leave my father out of this! He didn't do anything. My mother died from giving birth to my sister and you know it!"

"Well then what happened to your father? He was gone the very next day. Was he disappointed that your mother wasn't alive to figure out about our secret?"

Stardust was then angry than ever, but she tried to hold it in by saying"What secret?"
"The secret to be able to speak to stars and see the stars in other feirie's bodies." said a small feire ie in a green cloak.

"Does anybody else has that power?"

"Nobody I know besides us and Nothing."

Stardust stared at the three cloaked people, dtermined to prove her families and Nicholas's innocience.
"Well, I don't see a big problem with feiries knowing about our 'secret' and I know that can trust Nicholas. He was always there for me. He cares about me ever since we first met and Nothing won't be able to change it. Even if it tried and I know it can, it would if I give Nothing the chance. However, if Nothing is able to know that I am a good feirie and Nicholas is a good feirie, I don't see any reason besides it want to mess with me would it even want to change me. Also, for my family, they didn't do anything and my dad didn't abuse her He was the opposite: kind, sweet, and caring,. So, please change your ways. Their are less evil in this world." Stardust explained.
All of the three cloaked figures looked to each other. They were whispering to each other, their backs back to Stardust who was feeling nervous.They soon finally nodded and said "You may go and live the way you wish."

Then everything became spinning around her and found herself on the floor, with Nicholas, kneeling beside her. She saw him grew a smile and hugged her weeping "Oh, I thought you were going to leave us forever."

When he said that she, she then saw everyone else standing around, realizing why he said everyone instead of himself. She then was lifted off the floor with help from Zolraye who made her float back to her bed.

She wanted to tell everyone about what happened, but fell asleep the moment she floated down onto the bed.

To not be continued...
(kidding! Well maybe.)