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Some complains that my text can't be seen. Jon Ed isn't the 1st guy. Anyway, today was...i dunno, u decide after reading.

Morning: Ran 3km before going to see Jin Fu. After that went with my parents to buy stuff for my sis' new comp. Should've bought new keyboard, this one unsensitive. Results in spelling errors haha.

Afternoon: Went to Marine Parade National Library. Damn fun la. *Sarcasm*. Went inside, then search for CRP/ERP books. First up, Arthur Miller's The crucible/ Death of A Salesman. Checked the catalogue sorting computer thingy. Got results!

I still remember the code i saw. 814.5273 if i remember. I spent 15 mins just walking up and down the the aisle, looking for the book. No luck. I went back to check. Not borrowed leh. So i went back to the same section. After 10 mins i pang seh. Then I went down 2 floors. Checked the catalogue for ERP books. This was damn champion. I originally took down 8 different titles on a piece of paper for references. Entered 8 titles. All cannot be found, borrowed out, or different outlet.

Nothing to do, then go up to the original floor. Typed in ALL the titles of the CRP books as well. Only can find some guai book, the rest are study guides wtf. They have more study guides than original texts. Whats the point of having tips to read the thing if you don't have the thing itself?

Just went home, then swap bleach wallpapers with Nick. Ask him play ai he dun wan. So i went gg client to play.

We were losing, then winning, then the carry on my team tio dc. Nice one lah. I was rk and ganking most of the time, so couldn't carry. Then broodmother and sniper keep neutraling dun wan push. Get damn fed up, and hungry so i did a rare thing. I left lo.

My sis is returning from her 7 day school trip tonight. Finally man.

P.s. Why nobody comment on my wallpaper? I nvr ply dota to make one eh.

And i made a short story! Haven't written in a long time, so be kind... But looking at this thing then going to Mr Alchemist Essay Winner's blog make me fel suanned.

Prologue:

She was coated in light.

“Do not fear, young one. The journey you will undertake is perilous, but you are one of the Chosen.”

“Travel to the uncharted, accomplish the impossible. But beware. Things aren’t what they seem.”

“What do you mean!” he cried.

“You were once a fierce warrior. Regain that tenacity. I will set you on your way.”

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“Goodbye.” She whispered.

What was that? He wondered.


Then, he blacked out.

Chapter 1

“Hey Laran! Keep your eyes on the prize!” someone roared.

His vision was blurred, and he was in a daze. “Where am I…” he groggily wondered.

“Who am I?” he thought silently.

“Laran! Move, now!” the same person shouted.

That's right. He remembered. His name was Laran. He also noticed that he was wielding a two handed blade. It was sleek and powerful, with just the right weight, a balance of speed and power. The hilt was jet-black sporting a design of a skull, and the blade was emerald green. It was sharpened to near perfection, and felt cold to the touch.

Then, something slammed into his stomach, blowing him off his feet. His head slammed full-force onto the floor. The pain was immense. He cringed, as his vision blurred at the edges. Blissful darkness came…

The sky was clear, with the warm sunlight shining brightly. Laran stirred, opening his eyes. He struggled to his feet. Other than his name, he didn’t know anything else about himself. Did I have amnesia? Suddenly, his mind convulsed with pain. Dropping to the floor, he just lay there, paralyzed by the immense pain.

Just then, something blocked the sunlight. Laran managed to look up. It was an old man. He was nearly bald, with a few miserable white hairs stubbornly hanging onto his scalp.

“Get up!” he grunted grumpily, before pulling Laran to his feet. Laran stumbled about clumsily, before gaining his balance. Where was he?

“I found you lying on the roadside like a fool. Don’t you know that sleeping on roadsides makes you an easy target for rogues?” he sneered at Laran.

Laran ignored him, instead analyzing his surroundings. He appeared to be inside a forest, and he could hear the cries of wild beasts nearby.

“Damn bowmen must be training again. Us warriors, we take’em down so fast that they don’t even have time to cry! My students are especially the best, cream of the crop!” the old man said proudly.

That immediately piqued Laran’s interest. That sword he had been wielding. Only warriors could wield a two-handed sword. Other classes wouldn’t have been able to use it effectively.

“Take me to the warrior training ground.” Laran spoke calmly.

The old man’s eyes immediately shone. “You mean you want to be a warrior? Come with me then!” he exclaimed.

Laran nodded. He only remembered that he used to be a warrior, and that he and someone were fighting a monster. A monster so hideous that its image had burned deeply into his mind