The Lost Kingdom
Friday, January 27, 2006
Stepping in a Search
There was too much of a glare coming from the other side of the park and that caught Jason's attention or at least diverted it. He was previously walking around Central Park trying to get his mind off classes, but what Mr. Sanchez had said ended up becoming a thorn in the back of Jason's mind.
"We are only the delusion of who we may become and we never become who we want to be. Because of this, we shall never free to examine the life we could have. That's what haunts us forever until the day you stop breathing."
Jason couldn't get that out of his head. Whilst he was walking along the path, he wondered greatly what he wanted to do in his life. The childhood dreams of becoming a superhero or a fighter pilot seemed to far distant for him. He wasn't that smart, merely got B's in Physics and C's in Chemistry back in high-school, and the idea of a superhero, he just smiled and told himself not in this reality. The moment of jest went away and the feeling of uncertainty paved its way back into the depths of his head. It was at that point that he had realized that he was tired from all that walking. Certainly enough, he told himself that he would grab a seat from a park bench once he could get to one. Five minutes later, he got one. It was next to the pond and he decided to just look around, calm himself down, but that was proving far more difficult. His mind was leaping from where he was to back in high-school.
It was sophomore year and he was remembering how'd he looked then. Those baggy khakis; that white t-shirt and that checker colored shirt that he would wear on top. Oh sweet lord almighty, he thought to himself. He was a total geek then. What was more embarrassing, he used to go and hang out with his friends and play Dungeons and Dragons in one of their basements. He wasn't even good looking then, with braces and that bad haircut. Yeah, he was just a geek that usually would get bullied by the jocks or be criticize is a slacker by the teachers. He was an in-between. However, Jason did have a dream and that was to take on the family business, join his dad at the law firm and make a huge amount of money. He would have been happy and better off, maybe. On the plus side, he really was good at that, but something was missing; something that he couldn't get exactly then. He knew now what that missing ingredient was; passion. He lacked the passion to go on ahead and do law. Which was the main reason he took creative writing and art classes. He thought, well, you could never go wrong doing the most basic thing, doodling and writing bad poetry. That really riled up his father, but come to think of it, somehow he knew that Jason wasn't cut out for that career or life.
Other than law, he was also an excellent artist and a pretty good writer, but that was still yet to be determined, he thought. He was sitting there, on a park bench when that glare had hit him and caught his eye he had thought he'd seen an angel. There she was, on the other side of the pond and amazingly enough, what was causing the glare were her earrings. Once the clouds hid away the sun's rays, he saw her completely. She was magnificent; beautiful, but he thought again, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. A girl like that could never put herself through a guy like him. Cliché as it was, it was truth. And truth was painful at best or truly unbearable at worst. Still it didn't stop him from looking in awe, admiring that beautiful skin and her auburn hair as it the breeze blew it ever so nicely. At that moment, he knew that it was a long shot, but he was going to introduce himself anyway. The first step he thought of was, to get the hell up from the bench. It seemed he was petrified and that just contributed to more scenarios of what might just go wrong. Then again, he knew that she would eventually move along and he might lose her forever. So he got up to the fact of that reality and ran as fast as he could to the other side. While running, he thought of what he was going to say. Was a simple hi or hello good enough, or did he need some style to win her over. How about a pickup line? The more he was drawing near to the her, the quicker the thought process became, but seriously, he knew that this could be a great let down.
His heart was racing; his breathe fell short and he direly needed some water to quench that thirst. He could feel it, his heart, pumping all that blood, making it course through him. He felt his lungs, pushing his breathe more and more just so that he could run. At this point in time, Jason may not have realized it, but he was alive and kicking. More alive than he'd ever been and all because a single girl caught his eye. Yes, it was a cliché, but a good one; one that he needed.
When he finally got there, the first thing he did was catch his breath and realise that he really needed to get back in shape. His two pack smoking a day habit was really killing him and that run just proved it. After a moment or so, he caught up with his breath and decided to introduce himself. He got up and looked around, but to his dismay, the girl he had come over to meet had gone. In the moments that is took for him to get there, she probably decided to head off. That moment, Jason felt a terrible feeling, one that pretty much most people can relate to; the terrible let down of fate. To him, he thought it would have been better to at least try to introduce himself, but it seemed fate played a cruel hand and decided that he mind as well not meet her at all. He went back to his apartment that day, disappointed and totally pissed. Maybe a good night's sleep to take that angst and melancholy away. That night, he dreamt of a creature, soaring in the sky and he was soaring with it. And in that dream, he smiled.
Classes came on that day, as usual. It was the same thing everyday, but somehow, Jason didn't feel at all morose. In fact, he was quite cheery, which in turn freaked his friends out. It was lunch, and his friends were talking about something to do with mainstream medicine and herbal remedies and which was better. Jason on the other hand, was busy sketching in his notepad, paid no attention to the conversation and minded his own business. Another thing was that while he was doing all that, he was grinning. He never grins or at least never in a sincere motive. There was a difference in the air that day and he knew it. The feeling was awkward, but enjoyable. Moments later, he noticed that he had class in ten minutes. He gathered his things, told his friends that he had to get going and walked away to the lecture room. Another weird note one of his friends thought, he never goes to class on time. Never. Something was up, they collectively decided, though they knew not what.
Continued in the next post...
"We are only the delusion of who we may become and we never become who we want to be. Because of this, we shall never free to examine the life we could have. That's what haunts us forever until the day you stop breathing."
Jason couldn't get that out of his head. Whilst he was walking along the path, he wondered greatly what he wanted to do in his life. The childhood dreams of becoming a superhero or a fighter pilot seemed to far distant for him. He wasn't that smart, merely got B's in Physics and C's in Chemistry back in high-school, and the idea of a superhero, he just smiled and told himself not in this reality. The moment of jest went away and the feeling of uncertainty paved its way back into the depths of his head. It was at that point that he had realized that he was tired from all that walking. Certainly enough, he told himself that he would grab a seat from a park bench once he could get to one. Five minutes later, he got one. It was next to the pond and he decided to just look around, calm himself down, but that was proving far more difficult. His mind was leaping from where he was to back in high-school.
It was sophomore year and he was remembering how'd he looked then. Those baggy khakis; that white t-shirt and that checker colored shirt that he would wear on top. Oh sweet lord almighty, he thought to himself. He was a total geek then. What was more embarrassing, he used to go and hang out with his friends and play Dungeons and Dragons in one of their basements. He wasn't even good looking then, with braces and that bad haircut. Yeah, he was just a geek that usually would get bullied by the jocks or be criticize is a slacker by the teachers. He was an in-between. However, Jason did have a dream and that was to take on the family business, join his dad at the law firm and make a huge amount of money. He would have been happy and better off, maybe. On the plus side, he really was good at that, but something was missing; something that he couldn't get exactly then. He knew now what that missing ingredient was; passion. He lacked the passion to go on ahead and do law. Which was the main reason he took creative writing and art classes. He thought, well, you could never go wrong doing the most basic thing, doodling and writing bad poetry. That really riled up his father, but come to think of it, somehow he knew that Jason wasn't cut out for that career or life.
Other than law, he was also an excellent artist and a pretty good writer, but that was still yet to be determined, he thought. He was sitting there, on a park bench when that glare had hit him and caught his eye he had thought he'd seen an angel. There she was, on the other side of the pond and amazingly enough, what was causing the glare were her earrings. Once the clouds hid away the sun's rays, he saw her completely. She was magnificent; beautiful, but he thought again, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. A girl like that could never put herself through a guy like him. Cliché as it was, it was truth. And truth was painful at best or truly unbearable at worst. Still it didn't stop him from looking in awe, admiring that beautiful skin and her auburn hair as it the breeze blew it ever so nicely. At that moment, he knew that it was a long shot, but he was going to introduce himself anyway. The first step he thought of was, to get the hell up from the bench. It seemed he was petrified and that just contributed to more scenarios of what might just go wrong. Then again, he knew that she would eventually move along and he might lose her forever. So he got up to the fact of that reality and ran as fast as he could to the other side. While running, he thought of what he was going to say. Was a simple hi or hello good enough, or did he need some style to win her over. How about a pickup line? The more he was drawing near to the her, the quicker the thought process became, but seriously, he knew that this could be a great let down.
His heart was racing; his breathe fell short and he direly needed some water to quench that thirst. He could feel it, his heart, pumping all that blood, making it course through him. He felt his lungs, pushing his breathe more and more just so that he could run. At this point in time, Jason may not have realized it, but he was alive and kicking. More alive than he'd ever been and all because a single girl caught his eye. Yes, it was a cliché, but a good one; one that he needed.
When he finally got there, the first thing he did was catch his breath and realise that he really needed to get back in shape. His two pack smoking a day habit was really killing him and that run just proved it. After a moment or so, he caught up with his breath and decided to introduce himself. He got up and looked around, but to his dismay, the girl he had come over to meet had gone. In the moments that is took for him to get there, she probably decided to head off. That moment, Jason felt a terrible feeling, one that pretty much most people can relate to; the terrible let down of fate. To him, he thought it would have been better to at least try to introduce himself, but it seemed fate played a cruel hand and decided that he mind as well not meet her at all. He went back to his apartment that day, disappointed and totally pissed. Maybe a good night's sleep to take that angst and melancholy away. That night, he dreamt of a creature, soaring in the sky and he was soaring with it. And in that dream, he smiled.
Classes came on that day, as usual. It was the same thing everyday, but somehow, Jason didn't feel at all morose. In fact, he was quite cheery, which in turn freaked his friends out. It was lunch, and his friends were talking about something to do with mainstream medicine and herbal remedies and which was better. Jason on the other hand, was busy sketching in his notepad, paid no attention to the conversation and minded his own business. Another thing was that while he was doing all that, he was grinning. He never grins or at least never in a sincere motive. There was a difference in the air that day and he knew it. The feeling was awkward, but enjoyable. Moments later, he noticed that he had class in ten minutes. He gathered his things, told his friends that he had to get going and walked away to the lecture room. Another weird note one of his friends thought, he never goes to class on time. Never. Something was up, they collectively decided, though they knew not what.
Continued in the next post...
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Note to Readers
Just to let those of you who read my works know, SSS pretty much means Short Story Series which is a compilation of short stories that I'm working on. The current title I'm working on is The Dreamer but I'll have more put on once I get my ideas and thoughts in order.
Ciao Dudes!!!
Ciao Dudes!!!
SSS - The Dreamer: Happiness Part 3
David, being the person that he is, didn't mind the antics of the twins and what they did to him. He enjoyed the merriness of the children, their joyous laughs and playful nature, thinking to himself maybe that's what was missing in his life as a child. And as he put them down on the floor, Jesse came by and said, "Hey, little monsters of the night! Breakfast is ready on the table. Go and fill your bellies before you guys do your chores."
From Dave, the twins went straight to Jesse an attacked her with their monstrous hug and after a couple of moments, they ran towards the table for breakfast. Dave saw the kids run off and gave a smile. Jesse looked at him and asked why was he grinning and all he simply said was that he was happy to see something pleasant for once in his life.
"Not everyday is pleasant and not every day do we all get along," said Jesse with a hushed tone as she continued, "but I'm glad you chose to come today, so that we could share this moment of joy with you."
She leaned on the kitchen counter with him and then fell in silence. Jesse also began to act a little awkward but it only lasted a second. There was something on her mind that she wanted to say, but her words just wouldn't roll out of her tongue. What made it worse was the fact that she was acting awkward in front of him, leaning back and forth, turning to look at him and then turning away. After awhile, she summoned enough courage to finally ask him something she'd been wanting to ask for a long time. As she opened her mouth to say the words, fate pulled its hand out.
"Good morning, everyone! I smell a fine brew of Costa Rican ready for me,"
And queue the father, said Jesse in her head and she fell back to her comfort zone, away from the thoughts she was having and the question she was nearly going to ask.
It was then that the alarm came. Jesse's ear went deaf towards everyone else, but the ringing was there and she knew then that it was time.
Her eyes opened and she was in bed. It was so real, she thought to herself. How could it have been a dream, she questioned. One thing was for sure though, her feeling for her best friend had reached a new level. And the real question was, could she ever tell him that.
From Dave, the twins went straight to Jesse an attacked her with their monstrous hug and after a couple of moments, they ran towards the table for breakfast. Dave saw the kids run off and gave a smile. Jesse looked at him and asked why was he grinning and all he simply said was that he was happy to see something pleasant for once in his life.
"Not everyday is pleasant and not every day do we all get along," said Jesse with a hushed tone as she continued, "but I'm glad you chose to come today, so that we could share this moment of joy with you."
She leaned on the kitchen counter with him and then fell in silence. Jesse also began to act a little awkward but it only lasted a second. There was something on her mind that she wanted to say, but her words just wouldn't roll out of her tongue. What made it worse was the fact that she was acting awkward in front of him, leaning back and forth, turning to look at him and then turning away. After awhile, she summoned enough courage to finally ask him something she'd been wanting to ask for a long time. As she opened her mouth to say the words, fate pulled its hand out.
"Good morning, everyone! I smell a fine brew of Costa Rican ready for me,"
And queue the father, said Jesse in her head and she fell back to her comfort zone, away from the thoughts she was having and the question she was nearly going to ask.
It was then that the alarm came. Jesse's ear went deaf towards everyone else, but the ringing was there and she knew then that it was time.
Her eyes opened and she was in bed. It was so real, she thought to herself. How could it have been a dream, she questioned. One thing was for sure though, her feeling for her best friend had reached a new level. And the real question was, could she ever tell him that.
Monday, June 06, 2005
SSS - The Dreamer: Happiness Part 2
The first to appear was Jesse’s mom, Emily, with her morning robe on and a morning face (the kind that would usually frighten kids on Halloween). Though, she didn’t seem all too surprised with Dave appearing. Maybe it was because she was so used to having Dave here or maybe it was also the fact that she hadn’t noticed him altogether. Both Dave and Jesse would know soon enough once her eyes were refreshed and she’s had her steaming cup of coffee. But at the moment, all Emily could mumble was, “Where’s my morning coffee?”
Jesse had giggled a bit as she whispered something in Dave’s ear, then she said to her mother that the coffee hadn’t been made yet. Emily turned around and said she was going to take a shower and stressed on the fact that the coffee better be ready by the time she came back. Both of them felt that tone, found its graveness, but it was too early in the morning to even consider being mature. None the less, Jesse went and brewed a fresh pot and Dave went on to fetch the newspaper that the paperboy slung on the porch as he passed by hurriedly. He came back and saw that Jesse was already making scrambled eggs.
“Is there anything I can do, like help in any way?” he asked. She looked around and thought of a task for him.
“Why don’t you set up the table and get the milk and juice from the fridge.”
“Sure, I don’t think that’s a problem,” Dave replied with an easy grin on his face. He didn’t mind having to do some chores, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. More so, he liked the whole having somebody bear with and give orders to him. Not that he’s a push over or anything, but rather he enjoys having that sort of company sometimes. To him, being alone at home isn’t something that he completely enjoys. The solitude and silence left an emptiness in his heart that cripples from feeling life, though he may not know yet. He thought to himself that at least he was here in a place that welcomed him with, well, rather open arms. Once everything was in place; the table neatly made; the breakfast and drinks ready and the coffee set and brewed, everyone else started to come down.
Coming up in the next post.
Jesse had giggled a bit as she whispered something in Dave’s ear, then she said to her mother that the coffee hadn’t been made yet. Emily turned around and said she was going to take a shower and stressed on the fact that the coffee better be ready by the time she came back. Both of them felt that tone, found its graveness, but it was too early in the morning to even consider being mature. None the less, Jesse went and brewed a fresh pot and Dave went on to fetch the newspaper that the paperboy slung on the porch as he passed by hurriedly. He came back and saw that Jesse was already making scrambled eggs.
“Is there anything I can do, like help in any way?” he asked. She looked around and thought of a task for him.
“Why don’t you set up the table and get the milk and juice from the fridge.”
“Sure, I don’t think that’s a problem,” Dave replied with an easy grin on his face. He didn’t mind having to do some chores, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. More so, he liked the whole having somebody bear with and give orders to him. Not that he’s a push over or anything, but rather he enjoys having that sort of company sometimes. To him, being alone at home isn’t something that he completely enjoys. The solitude and silence left an emptiness in his heart that cripples from feeling life, though he may not know yet. He thought to himself that at least he was here in a place that welcomed him with, well, rather open arms. Once everything was in place; the table neatly made; the breakfast and drinks ready and the coffee set and brewed, everyone else started to come down.
Coming up in the next post.
Statement for this Blog
Dear all readers,
I know that this blog hasn't been updated for quite some time but the thruth of the matter is I haven't had enough time for continuing these projects since my last post. I will however, venture forth once more into this blog in spirit of my writing. I will seek motivation when I can (which I do hope will be each and everyday).
With that I send my regards and hope you guys (whom ever you may be) continue to read on.
Au revoir/Ciao/Salam,
Ami J.
I know that this blog hasn't been updated for quite some time but the thruth of the matter is I haven't had enough time for continuing these projects since my last post. I will however, venture forth once more into this blog in spirit of my writing. I will seek motivation when I can (which I do hope will be each and everyday).
With that I send my regards and hope you guys (whom ever you may be) continue to read on.
Au revoir/Ciao/Salam,
Ami J.
Friday, August 20, 2004
The existence in which forms me, can destroy as much give birth to a new breed of mutilation and horror. But I believe that this way of life should end for me, before it reaches the next generation. My madness must end, and the embreacing of life should begin...
To be of life and loving it....
There's a thing in my head that sort of makes me wonder if I can ever leap away from this deadly cycle od pain and misery. A voice, tiny and small, whispering whispers of many. But in actuality, I hear but one whisper altogether. This measly voice simply says, "Live...Live...Live...". I tell it, in my own mind, that infact I am living, but for some reason there is no confidence in it.
Then I remember a quote from E.E. Cummings; being undead isn't being alive. Now that got me thinking(which is a very dangerous thing for me to do), about life and how I have in the past lived it. I mean, if I looked back, no matter what I've done or how crazy I've been; or even the number of friends I have; women I''ve slept with, none of it truly gave me a reason to accept life. I wasn't living, but more of pretending to live. What made it more worse on my part was the fact that my dearest friends don't actually know me. And these are the people that come to me for comfort and warmth and console. Yet, I've never truly been open of my past, true beliefs and comprehension of my self-existence. In fact, the things I tell about myself barely scratches the surface.
For this reason alone, I feel as if I am no longer living, but again as I said pretending to live. I am, in my belief, weaving a web that will entrap me into my own damnation. However, there is a cure. A remedy for me that will and most probably work effectively on my illness. It is simply to accept the true meaning of life and live by it. To me, in defintion to myself, life is an experience based on adventure, trials and tribulations and challenge. Now that I have realise this, maybe it's time to be more proactive. Certainly, there is something in this world for me, and I must grab this defintion of life and break the limits of my chains(misery on the left, pain on the right).
This is the time; this is my time.
Now, let's make some Hell that even the devil would grow jealous of...
Thank you tiny voice....
Then I remember a quote from E.E. Cummings; being undead isn't being alive. Now that got me thinking(which is a very dangerous thing for me to do), about life and how I have in the past lived it. I mean, if I looked back, no matter what I've done or how crazy I've been; or even the number of friends I have; women I''ve slept with, none of it truly gave me a reason to accept life. I wasn't living, but more of pretending to live. What made it more worse on my part was the fact that my dearest friends don't actually know me. And these are the people that come to me for comfort and warmth and console. Yet, I've never truly been open of my past, true beliefs and comprehension of my self-existence. In fact, the things I tell about myself barely scratches the surface.
For this reason alone, I feel as if I am no longer living, but again as I said pretending to live. I am, in my belief, weaving a web that will entrap me into my own damnation. However, there is a cure. A remedy for me that will and most probably work effectively on my illness. It is simply to accept the true meaning of life and live by it. To me, in defintion to myself, life is an experience based on adventure, trials and tribulations and challenge. Now that I have realise this, maybe it's time to be more proactive. Certainly, there is something in this world for me, and I must grab this defintion of life and break the limits of my chains(misery on the left, pain on the right).
This is the time; this is my time.
Now, let's make some Hell that even the devil would grow jealous of...
Thank you tiny voice....
Friday, July 02, 2004
SSS - The Dreamer: Happiness Part 1
I was dreaming, but why did I feel as if I was awake. Could this all be another trick being played on me, I can’t tell. I’m awake now, and it’s…
OH MY GOD!!! I’M LATE! AGAIN!
He ran to school, but not before taking a quick shower and putting on his clothes. He hurried some toast and took whatever change he had left in the other pockets of his pants and ran off. He could’ve taken the bus, but he seemed to forget to set the clock an hour back. Too busy reading last night, made him forget a lot of things. When he reached school, nobody was there. It was too empty, too quiet, and he wondered what was wrong with that scene. He checked his watch and was amused at the time given to him. It was 7:33 in the morning. His wristwatch however was set automatically to go back an hour. And he had played himself one of the cruel jokes he’d ever done, but no one was there to laugh, which was a good thing.
Being the fact he was at school, what could he do? No one was around or would be around for another hour or so. Then he had an idea.
Jesse’s place. I could give her a wake up call. But then again I don’t think she’ll be up to it.
He remembers the last time he tried that old trick. He had a black-eye for being accused of being a peeping tom. But Jesse had her laugh that day and so did David.
I think I’ll just wait at the front porch.
So he did, and when the doors finally opened an hour later. “What are you doing here?” asked Jesse, in an awkward expression. David just looked back and in astonishment, he found Jesse was still in her pajamas. “Why aren’t you ready for school?” he asked with complete shock.
“It’s a Saturday,” she answered back at him with a quick glee. She sensed that Dave didn’t have a clue about it. Then she couldn’t help but laugh when he made that blurred face of his. She burst with laughter, nearly cried too.
“What a day I’m having. Could it be any worse?” David implied.
“It might be just that.”
She invited him in, and over some good breakfast and a cup of coffee, he gave her his morning tale. Smiling and laughing seemed to be the highlight of the morning, They were enjoying themselves, until Jesse’s parents woke up, and then the whole family. That’s when everything got crazy.
TO BE CONTINUED...
OH MY GOD!!! I’M LATE! AGAIN!
He ran to school, but not before taking a quick shower and putting on his clothes. He hurried some toast and took whatever change he had left in the other pockets of his pants and ran off. He could’ve taken the bus, but he seemed to forget to set the clock an hour back. Too busy reading last night, made him forget a lot of things. When he reached school, nobody was there. It was too empty, too quiet, and he wondered what was wrong with that scene. He checked his watch and was amused at the time given to him. It was 7:33 in the morning. His wristwatch however was set automatically to go back an hour. And he had played himself one of the cruel jokes he’d ever done, but no one was there to laugh, which was a good thing.
Being the fact he was at school, what could he do? No one was around or would be around for another hour or so. Then he had an idea.
Jesse’s place. I could give her a wake up call. But then again I don’t think she’ll be up to it.
He remembers the last time he tried that old trick. He had a black-eye for being accused of being a peeping tom. But Jesse had her laugh that day and so did David.
I think I’ll just wait at the front porch.
So he did, and when the doors finally opened an hour later. “What are you doing here?” asked Jesse, in an awkward expression. David just looked back and in astonishment, he found Jesse was still in her pajamas. “Why aren’t you ready for school?” he asked with complete shock.
“It’s a Saturday,” she answered back at him with a quick glee. She sensed that Dave didn’t have a clue about it. Then she couldn’t help but laugh when he made that blurred face of his. She burst with laughter, nearly cried too.
“What a day I’m having. Could it be any worse?” David implied.
“It might be just that.”
She invited him in, and over some good breakfast and a cup of coffee, he gave her his morning tale. Smiling and laughing seemed to be the highlight of the morning, They were enjoying themselves, until Jesse’s parents woke up, and then the whole family. That’s when everything got crazy.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Salvation in the Lands of Meadow
Deep within the reality of my dreams, there's this place that I find to be feared by the others. They constantly warn me of the danger that is from within. It is known to them as the Salvation. Kelly had told me that this the the place where the sisters place the most bile of all o them. Those of which whose existence compromises the cycle of within.
So far, there has been only one that lives there. But what struck me the most intriguing was that the sisters had nothing to do with that. But he, yes, he walked in there on his own. It was rumoured that among the others that he was one of the Fallen and that he was by far the most psychotic. Seth told me once, that he is greater than great, and madder than the sisters and Malice, but he found something that changed him. For some reason, what ever that thing was, it made him cross into the Salvation and that's where he's since.
I went to the sisters and ask to see this man of men. And in return they asked for a litle favor on my part, which is another story altogether. Within moments, they struck their tunes and conjured the cloud from which I was to see this 'beast' that was feared too by many.
Though what I saw wasn't a raging maniac in the prime of anger, but a calm individual that sat cross-legged on the ground. I couldn't see his face; it was covered by his long, dark and messy hair. But what I did see was his eyes, staring at the ground. But for an earie moment, I felt a sense of fear, as if he knew what I was doing. Then, out of the blue, his grey eyes glared right up in front of me. That took me off guard and broke the conjuring.
It wasn't until later that I found out only one person could release him. That the one who made him; his maker and master only knows his name. And with a single call, he will break free.
So far, that hasn't happened, but if it ever did, I would never wish to be a witness to his rampage.
So far, there has been only one that lives there. But what struck me the most intriguing was that the sisters had nothing to do with that. But he, yes, he walked in there on his own. It was rumoured that among the others that he was one of the Fallen and that he was by far the most psychotic. Seth told me once, that he is greater than great, and madder than the sisters and Malice, but he found something that changed him. For some reason, what ever that thing was, it made him cross into the Salvation and that's where he's since.
I went to the sisters and ask to see this man of men. And in return they asked for a litle favor on my part, which is another story altogether. Within moments, they struck their tunes and conjured the cloud from which I was to see this 'beast' that was feared too by many.
Though what I saw wasn't a raging maniac in the prime of anger, but a calm individual that sat cross-legged on the ground. I couldn't see his face; it was covered by his long, dark and messy hair. But what I did see was his eyes, staring at the ground. But for an earie moment, I felt a sense of fear, as if he knew what I was doing. Then, out of the blue, his grey eyes glared right up in front of me. That took me off guard and broke the conjuring.
It wasn't until later that I found out only one person could release him. That the one who made him; his maker and master only knows his name. And with a single call, he will break free.
So far, that hasn't happened, but if it ever did, I would never wish to be a witness to his rampage.
