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The War of the Dead They had found him. The necromancer, Ichus. Rolvin Seeker halted his men. Ichus was wearing a robe with his mark of two broken bones. His staff was a darkness-infused dragonbone his own size, the weapon that had started this war. Now Rolvin sought to end it.
"Today your reign ends, and with it, your life," Rolvin bellowed towards the necromancer, "In the name of Thorius Daewynn, my king, I sentence you to death." The necromancer's laugh echoed throughout the empty valley.
"Death? Do not attempt to threaten me with the end of life, human. I command the undead. You may wear armor and shiny swords, ride well-bred horses and wear the sigil of the king, but you are no match for death itself. I shall slay you all, and when your souls have gone to the Forlorn Realms, I shall raise your bodies to battle your former companions."
"Enough!" Rolvin yelled. He would not have his men scared by this necromancer. "Soldiers of t
Dez'rahla, the Demon God "Ezh'r tel codara unera Dez'rahla!" His voice had changed very suddenly, as if another being was speaking through his mouth. It was cold and icy like a snake's whisper. "Nucentra zedal'e fe razhan Dez'rahla!" The flames danced in the wind, growing from a bright red flare to a powerful green. The altar began glowing as well, showing the carefully carved inscriptions. Its mark was a crow standing on a broken skull. Sudden fear struck me at the look of that inscription. Why had I chosen to go this far? If only I hadn't followed the man... No, I thought to myself, I must be strong. This is no time for second thoughts. By the Demon God's altar there could be no return. I closed my eyes, repeatedly convincing myself that this was the correct decision. It was the Demon god's will. "Ke'tar conez, ke'tar dorela, ke'tar Dez'rahla!" I could feel his presence now. Dez'rahla had arrived. His eyes removed my robe and peeled off my s
The Bewlay Brothers I came to this world unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed. He followed quickly after me, filthy just as I was. Two dirty boys.
"Reku," I said.
"Reku," he echoed. Food, why couldn't they understand? He always understood me, like he was a part of me. Two bodies of the same soul. We had been strangers when we met, now we were more than friends. More than best friends. Soulmates. The only one I would ever have.
We were the Bewlay brothers, Arthur and Victor.
Three years later they left. Mother smothered us with kisses, tears dropping on our skin. They were wet and warm, mixing with the falling rain. Father didn't say a word. I would remember that Sunday forever. Spring was in the air, bringing a fresh scent of roses and newly sprung trees. The birds were singing in our ears. They were mocking us, I knew.
"First they give you everything that you want," they said, "then they take back everything th
The Shadows Come - Chapter 5Aruwen
Aruwen rose from his bed with a gasp, his head pounding as if attacked by a thousand spears. He could still feel the elemental's flaming eyes watching him.
“Such an odd dream...” He looked to his right, Lana's slightly freckled face lying calmly beside him, breathing slowly and peacefully. The sun was just beginning to shine through the dark curtains, and Aruwen judged the time to be around seven. Another bolt of pain came from his head, and he clutched it with his hands. What a strange headache, he thought, perhaps there are some herbs in the basement.
As Aruwen ascended into the cellar, the light from his candle exposed many different trinkets on the dusty wooden shelves. His dark-brown eyes peered around the small room as he walked with slow heavy steps, spiders and other critters fleeing from his leather boots. The candle illuminated a few bot
The Shadows Come - Chapter 4Eliza
The ground was covered by a blanket of snow, yet she did not feel cold, even though she was only wearing a silken robe. Tomorrow would be another day of spring, so Eliza would use the day to absorb all of winter's beauty. It had been easy to avoid her tutoring. Old Garn Firesong was slower than a turtle and easy to trick, and with her magic it was child's play. Firesong had just taught her the basics of teleportation a few days past. He would think she had simply misspoke the words, taking her far away. Now she was free to roam around Illorio as she pleased.
“Irindus fel'desar, co sal'de neralver,” Eliza whispered to the winds in the ancient elemental tongue. It was a message to her teacher, he would have to be ensured of her safety. He was a fool, but Eliza liked him nonetheless. Whether it was his patience or the kindness in his eyes, she would never know. The winds
Writer's Block I needed quiet. Not my old grey office filled with noises and distractions. No, I had to find a haven where I could be calm. I knew only one place that would do. My favourite café.
The walk to Chez Amos was a nightmare. I hadn't left my house in weeks, so I wasn't excactly au courant with the outside world. My headache was pounding with no end, and the noises of cars didn't exactly help. I used to love counting the colours of bypassing vehicles, but now I only saw the same, boring, black. Not exactly an inspiring sight, which made me wish I lived with the Philippians in ancient Greece. Every day would feel like genesis, a new beginning. Suddenly, a girl's figure, wearing an emerald pendant, caught my eye.
"He meets a girl..." I mumbled to myself, "The girl with the emerald necklace..." My eyes went blank as I entered a different world, seeing a young man around his twenties. His hair was a light c
Top Secret (2) The test launch had not been successful. Two engines had failed just ten meters above ground, almost destroying a satellite in its crash. It was more improvement than I had seen all week, though. This was the first time we'd gotten the spaceship to actually lift off the ground. I wasn't worried for the ship even though most of the front was completely ruined. The main engineer, Cody Edwards, would fix it easily like he always did. No, my thoughts were focused on the daily news. The front page of every newspaper was covered with the same headline.
Earth's Embassy forbids all travel to Alpha Centauri
Recent discoveries have lead scientists to believe that Alpha Centauri, the closest solar system to ours, is deadly to all humans entering it. A dissection of the starship New Planet's captain, Timothy Finlay, revealed traces of a gas that could kill a man in just a few seconds. "We are convinced that the substance works l
Cigarette? "Cigarette?" he asked temptingly.
"No, I don't smoke," I lied. The man shrugged and returned to his greasy hamburger, sauce dripping down his fingers. My gaze was carried to the pack of cigarettes lying idly on the table, whispering alluringly into my ear. Come on. A single one can't hurt, I heard them say. I neeeded a distraction.
"So... What's your, uhm... Favorite grocery store?" I asked awkwardly.
"Walmart." Damn. It didn't work. The cigarettes still had me seduced.
"Okay. Just one."
"One what?" the man responded, "One Walmart?" My mouth moved without my command, spelling my defeat.
Top Secret (1) He had come in a metal box, heavily guarded by four marines all carrying high-tech eradicaters. Fully loaded. The container was not carried to the normal examination table in the research bay, where we always recieved our test-subjects. Instead, the box was carried through the worn-out room, followed by curious eyes from doctors and engineers. The guards looked grim, almost scared. No one said a word. The container was taken to the emergency experimentation room in the end of the room. Two access doors, extra fortified. ECTES technology.
The front guard inserted the code. Top secret. Not even I knew that 22-digit password. Only the most privileged members of Earth's Embassy were allowed that information, and they had to learn it by heart.
"Chris," the guard yelled, directed towards me. "You, Lizzy and Will have orders to examine this subject."
"What is his condition?" Will Brynn asked bluntly.
"The cause of
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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