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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Fear...
...it builds up inside like pain from the past as memories grow louder and louder as they scream YOU FAILED!
it can never be the same...am I worthy of such an honour as this?
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Kai walked out the front gates of his castle and looked up to the sky then looked all around, his little empty planet...his home
He remembered a time in his past, he wasn't very old, when this planet held life...there was a hole race of mages once and now..
he was the only one...
he remembered his father teaching him to cast the simplest spells, he remembered he and his brothers sparing in the training room....
he remembered the cold nights all alone in his room while growing up...he never liked being alone, not even a little bit...but he always seemed to end up alone, as if preparing him for something...
He remembered when he was a little older, before the great battle he was leading a group of scouts in the forests at the edge of Megos territory when suddenly he got seperated from his men...he remembered the fear that rose up inside of him...he had been alone for three weeks before he made it home from that...not once did a D'han mage find him but his men never made it....
Kai walked to the tree just outside the gates and sat
now, he had been alone for over two hundred years...the planet empty...devoid of life except for him...
he always hated being alone...even now
but, at the same time he always comes back here because this was his home...and he could never leave his home....
suddenly a portal opened in the air in front of him and a voice came from the other side...
"I've been looking all over for you...why do you always come back to this place?"...
TBC
Thursday, August 19, 2004
o my beautiful...how I miss you my friend. I miss many of you cut apart...plucked away...torn
I wasn't ready...a fruit not yet ripe but here I am, imperfect and weak...how wonderful it is to be weak and imperfect...but to be taken from...home, how can one bair the thought? How can the heart of a warrior fall on such a place? Call anything other then the battle fields his home...the cry of the warrior, Lord give me that heart...the heart of the warrior. Let my home be not back in the camp for it is mearly a place to rest and train....but we live our lives one battle at a time...our home is the blood stained fields, our friends are the sword in our hands...marching...
though the valley of the shadow of death...
knee deep in the dead....
lest we could rise them into life once again...
steal them back from the forces that haunt this world...
my home, the battle's delight...
