A most singular Initiation into the Red Sun Order, and Kedar Edan.
mmm.. kinds freaky I would say, but oh well, I'm such a busy-body, happy-go-lucky little person that my writings are how I express my rarely seen other side.
This is the first chapter, theres no name to each chapter ...sorry -Mouse
This is my version of Little Red Riding Hood- its not like it really but whatever. Its about the endless battle between family and love.
Cycle of Life:Prologue Armoured knights trampled the village green to mud. To those caught in their path, they appeared to be bizarre monsters, their humanity hidden beneath hard, chitinous shells; razor-sharp swords gilded red in the most precious of substances - life’s blood.All around, the air was thick with despair as the wounded reached out to one another with open hearts. The dead pretended to ignore their fate. Some lay with their ears pressed to the ground, as if listening to the slow heartbeat of the earth. Others directed their eyes upwards, watching cinders trace a lazy arc through temperate skies.A shrill cry cut through the clamour of battle as an Arch-Mage, dressed in bright ceremonial robes, gave a renewed call to arms. The animalistic scream took to the air: a symbiotic blood-cry fashioned from a living soul, savagely pried loose from its corporeal holdings.The invaders moved in a grim dance as they engaged the unarmed villagers in combat. Each wore a filthy white surcoat emblazoned with the twin signets of faith. The ancient symbol, which comprised of two interlocking rings enclosing a stylistic pattern, represented the link between heart and mind. Some of the village elders recognized it for what it truly was: a powerful sigil designed to unify the men in single-minded combat. Such tactics rendered them unstoppable, as it was easier to control men through magic than the archaic bonds of brotherhood and loyalty.The invaders marched towards their defenceless foes; gazes filled with righteous indignation; cold hearts ablaze with lust for battle.Death it seemed possessed its own voice. Its horror rent the still morning air. Everywhere, horror overlaid beauty - a grotesque juxtaposition of life and death. Then, the wheels of time unfurled a new day - a day as bright as the blood spilled freely beneath it.As one, the army came to a complete halt. The soulless invaders coldly perused the battlefield. Bloodied and battered helms concealed deadpan faces and unseeing eyes. As a new and monstrous future was ready to be born,
A small early clip of a story that I tried writing. Hopefully I'll have more soon.The basis of this story is that in the future they live in, a large group of orphans are horded into a testing facitility which they were to call their new home. As the children are moved an attack occurred from an unknown enemy. The main character, Jason, managed to be saved from the attack, but most other children were left behind. Jason grew up in space. Just before this scene, he angered the wrong people, and finds himself stranded in the wasteland he was supposed to call his home.
Short Story ~ Completed: Have no idea where this came from. Its a weird little story that would really be quite an annoyance.
An excerpt from the life of one of the many voices inside my head
This, like Chapter 1, is technically a second draft, however I will repeat that there is very little word for word or even rearranged verbatism. The first draft bits are extended notes that are frankly not the right format for a story anyway. XD
Evil lives in men even though we cannot see it all the time
Sometimes we let ourselves be cover in saddness that it consumes us but not known to us that the world is also full of hopes
A fairy girl of all elements, fire, water, air, earth, and spirit, senses a great distubance in the air. All others will not listen or believe her. In her anger, she leaves to find a great rogue fairy who knows the secrets of shapeshifting. She learns them, and seeks to save her only home from total destruction, while keeping out the prying hands of a fairy hunter...