Your fall
Down in the slums.
You have no choice but to go.
On cloud nine,
there's where I hope to make my home.
If I could start it all over again.
If only.
If only the world hadn't sunk my hopes.
I wouldn't be here.
If only you didn't fall from the sky,
your feathers wouldn't have been rustled.
If only. If only i tried harder.
Then maybe.
But if you never fell,
I would never have met you.
I'm just so selfish.
Your wings look beautiful.
However, once bitten, twice shy.
It pains my heart.
Not to be able to be able to see you fly.
If only.
I had gathered the courage,
to boost you up earlier.
You wouldn't have to feel
that sharp razor piercing my heart.
And whatever you feel,
I feel two-fold.
Im sorry.
Those streaks of tears that cover your face.
Its not your fault.
Its not you, its me.
I say that.
In hopes that you will fly off again.
Back to cloud nine.
Leaving me in the slums.
Back in the slums,
looking back at the better yesterday.
I look at the sky, knowing you are up there somewhere.
My tears mark the bitter tomorrow.
But it was better this way.
For you.
For me.
For us.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Was polishing my boots last night. No matter how hard i try, it still doesn't shine right though. I checked the method with many of my squadmates before, but somehow mine still doesn't shine right. Damn.
the following are random phrases from the last few days.
Thanks Nigel, for helping me. Damn it, the underdog lost.
Oh, and I finally managed to reach Jf's standard of dota in one match! Yippee. But that match wasn't even against people. Me, jf and one ai vs 5 ai. We won.
Too long never use razor, forgot how gay it was. When late game, i had treads, butterfly, heart, mkb and a lone bracer.
Because of the gay armour of an agility hero, 5 ai focus fire me take so long to kill me :). Then JF damn cunning, use weaver and just run around helping me to finish off enemies. I say helping, not KSing , becasuse:
1. I strongly believe that DOTA is a team game, and that ksing doesn't even exist. However, others complain when i "ks" them, so i apologise anyway.
2. There was no guarantee that i would be able to catch up to them.
So yeah, JF did the right thing.
Holy Moly, this is the last day of the 3 day weekend. Better enjoy what we have of it.
the following are random phrases from the last few days.
Thanks Nigel, for helping me. Damn it, the underdog lost.
Oh, and I finally managed to reach Jf's standard of dota in one match! Yippee. But that match wasn't even against people. Me, jf and one ai vs 5 ai. We won.
Too long never use razor, forgot how gay it was. When late game, i had treads, butterfly, heart, mkb and a lone bracer.
Because of the gay armour of an agility hero, 5 ai focus fire me take so long to kill me :). Then JF damn cunning, use weaver and just run around helping me to finish off enemies. I say helping, not KSing , becasuse:
1. I strongly believe that DOTA is a team game, and that ksing doesn't even exist. However, others complain when i "ks" them, so i apologise anyway.
2. There was no guarantee that i would be able to catch up to them.
So yeah, JF did the right thing.
Holy Moly, this is the last day of the 3 day weekend. Better enjoy what we have of it.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
3 day weekend!
Planning for NPCC national event, typing whatever little Destiny of Tears i can, doing projects, and worrying about the Sergeant test. Kao.
Need to practice more FPS (Future Problem Solving) with my group. We have a pretty good shot of going to America, IMO, so we have to try our best.
Try my best for exams as well. As discussed with nicholas, maybe the reason why we are unable to bounce back, (we both are being screwed), is because of our desperation. After by-chance screwing up the first 2-3 months, we become more and more desperate, relying more and more on future tests to perform up to standards. We end up crushing ourselves during the exam, and the vicious cycle repeats itself over and over again...
Nigel says he's given up Pop Songs. For some Narnia song. The artists who sang the song seems to be his idol now. Meh, he can't give up Pop forever!
And Ye oon is in some deep trouble with the Sec 4s. Lol man, why u act smart volunteer them.
Although i may look fine,
i'm dying from within.
The theory was foolproof.
But the world just made bigger fools.
Me.
Planning for NPCC national event, typing whatever little Destiny of Tears i can, doing projects, and worrying about the Sergeant test. Kao.
Need to practice more FPS (Future Problem Solving) with my group. We have a pretty good shot of going to America, IMO, so we have to try our best.
Try my best for exams as well. As discussed with nicholas, maybe the reason why we are unable to bounce back, (we both are being screwed), is because of our desperation. After by-chance screwing up the first 2-3 months, we become more and more desperate, relying more and more on future tests to perform up to standards. We end up crushing ourselves during the exam, and the vicious cycle repeats itself over and over again...
Nigel says he's given up Pop Songs. For some Narnia song. The artists who sang the song seems to be his idol now. Meh, he can't give up Pop forever!
And Ye oon is in some deep trouble with the Sec 4s. Lol man, why u act smart volunteer them.
Although i may look fine,
i'm dying from within.
The theory was foolproof.
But the world just made bigger fools.
Me.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Got screwed by physics. The worst thing is thinking that you did well, then the results come back telling you that contrary to your own belief, you suck.
Forgot to mention that i bought the one republic album. Before you say "Chiap you a noob piece of lagger shit you are!", i bought it at sales price, $12. I feel that i have to at least support a few bands whose songs i listen to.
I'm weak. To quote ye oon, "Thats why you fail at life." To quote Mr Burns from The Simpsons, "At first i was just satisfied being among you...But after some time, the truly evolved person makes that extra grab for glory." Despite all these signs, i'm still weak. Thats why i was one of the few people doing rifle drills without a rifle handle.
To clarify some things, the Chapters that i have been posting are part of my own made-up story, The Destiny Of Tears. Its not pendragon, even though many have told me that it is similar.
The chinese mv presentation today was ok i guess. I was originally afraid that tong lao shi was going to look at the video and ask me "What in the world is this?". Although the video looks easy, it takes a lot of effort. I was only able to complete it in 2 hours because i have done amvs before. In my leisure time.
New maths teacher seems ok, although i miss Chee Keen's talk cock breaks.
I decided to upload my first amv here. Its kinda crappy, but enjoy the goodness anyway. Whatever little anyway. Anime list include: Hikaru No Go, Fullmetal Alchemist, Bleach. Oh and there's an extremely hard to find frame of naruto inside. Good luck finding. The song is The Hell Song by Sum 41. I would upload the Chinese one, but the file is seriously imba big. Its almost 1 gig.
Dunno why the video posting is so screwed up. I lack of skill i guess.
Forgot to mention that i bought the one republic album. Before you say "Chiap you a noob piece of lagger shit you are!", i bought it at sales price, $12. I feel that i have to at least support a few bands whose songs i listen to.
I'm weak. To quote ye oon, "Thats why you fail at life." To quote Mr Burns from The Simpsons, "At first i was just satisfied being among you...But after some time, the truly evolved person makes that extra grab for glory." Despite all these signs, i'm still weak. Thats why i was one of the few people doing rifle drills without a rifle handle.
To clarify some things, the Chapters that i have been posting are part of my own made-up story, The Destiny Of Tears. Its not pendragon, even though many have told me that it is similar.
The chinese mv presentation today was ok i guess. I was originally afraid that tong lao shi was going to look at the video and ask me "What in the world is this?". Although the video looks easy, it takes a lot of effort. I was only able to complete it in 2 hours because i have done amvs before. In my leisure time.
New maths teacher seems ok, although i miss Chee Keen's talk cock breaks.
I decided to upload my first amv here. Its kinda crappy, but enjoy the goodness anyway. Whatever little anyway. Anime list include: Hikaru No Go, Fullmetal Alchemist, Bleach. Oh and there's an extremely hard to find frame of naruto inside. Good luck finding. The song is The Hell Song by Sum 41. I would upload the Chinese one, but the file is seriously imba big. Its almost 1 gig.
Dunno why the video posting is so screwed up. I lack of skill i guess.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The official half-year mark has gone by. The end of the June hols. Recap time.
Jan: OBS, bonding with classmates. New teachers.
Feb: Chinese New Year= Visiting Primary School! Further strengthen bonds. Realise my results are drooping. Started listening to Apologise during Chinese New Year lol JF.
March: Our first taste of Hols. So jammed full of homework. Went through NCO camp. Felt somehow unsatisfied with my position in NPCC.
April: My birthday! Unlike some people, i do not rely on materialistic possessions to get through my birthdays *coughs Nicholas*. Napfa in this month...i think. No problem with that. Even though i suck compared to some 30 points people *coughs ye oon*.
May: Just tried to cope with life after progress report showed how i suck. One of my angstiest and emo-est months to date. Finally realised. I want to be ACCAL.
June: Well, the hols are over.
Also, i'd like to thank Chee Keen for all the help he's been as a relief teacher in the last 5 months or so. Clement Zheng also not bad, but Chee Keen seriously puts in a lot of effort. Summaries, Remedial, Lollipops....Your in my book of imba teachers man.
Will blog more.
Jan: OBS, bonding with classmates. New teachers.
Feb: Chinese New Year= Visiting Primary School! Further strengthen bonds. Realise my results are drooping. Started listening to Apologise during Chinese New Year lol JF.
March: Our first taste of Hols. So jammed full of homework. Went through NCO camp. Felt somehow unsatisfied with my position in NPCC.
April: My birthday! Unlike some people, i do not rely on materialistic possessions to get through my birthdays *coughs Nicholas*. Napfa in this month...i think. No problem with that. Even though i suck compared to some 30 points people *coughs ye oon*.
May: Just tried to cope with life after progress report showed how i suck. One of my angstiest and emo-est months to date. Finally realised. I want to be ACCAL.
June: Well, the hols are over.
Also, i'd like to thank Chee Keen for all the help he's been as a relief teacher in the last 5 months or so. Clement Zheng also not bad, but Chee Keen seriously puts in a lot of effort. Summaries, Remedial, Lollipops....Your in my book of imba teachers man.
Will blog more.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Its my life.
Well, im gonna do a short post now. Well, my holiday was pretty enjoyable, but it was still swarmed with homework. Camp was OK was well, was just disappointed that there was no personal debriefing between group ICs and groups. As such, i could'nt really bond with my Sec 1 group which sucks.
Im getting more philosophical these days. An example? I look at two flowers. One is wiltering , one seems perfectly normal. My mind starts thinking... A person may decay from the outside, another person may seem perfectly normal, but he may be destroyed from the inside...
Even i think im deep. *inserts neutral smiley here because i dunno where to find one*. Basically, school is looming over us, but strangely i feel numb, detached. Could i be sub-consciously wishing for school to re-open so i do not have to deal with the holiday homework?
Next up, CCA positions. As mentioned before, i'm aiming to be accal, and i was calculating the time i have left and shit, i just noticed that my chances are dismally low. They are already asking for people to vote now, so basically, how could this happen to me... Yes Jin Fu, i'm trying not to use song lyrics. Trying so/too hard...
Ajaja. I need to get some rest. Current goals: Hmwrk, Destiny of Tears, Living on. Oh, and my new amv (anime music video). Dunno if i shld post my previous amvs here.
Im getting more philosophical these days. An example? I look at two flowers. One is wiltering , one seems perfectly normal. My mind starts thinking... A person may decay from the outside, another person may seem perfectly normal, but he may be destroyed from the inside...
Even i think im deep. *inserts neutral smiley here because i dunno where to find one*. Basically, school is looming over us, but strangely i feel numb, detached. Could i be sub-consciously wishing for school to re-open so i do not have to deal with the holiday homework?
Next up, CCA positions. As mentioned before, i'm aiming to be accal, and i was calculating the time i have left and shit, i just noticed that my chances are dismally low. They are already asking for people to vote now, so basically, how could this happen to me... Yes Jin Fu, i'm trying not to use song lyrics. Trying so/too hard...
Ajaja. I need to get some rest. Current goals: Hmwrk, Destiny of Tears, Living on. Oh, and my new amv (anime music video). Dunno if i shld post my previous amvs here.
Chapter 5
Laran stood still, sweat flowing down his neck. He contemplated his strategy, observing the necromancer, looking for an opening. He knew a glaringly obvious flaw of the necromancer; he was too overconfident. And he would pay for that.
Laran rushed towards the necromancer. He knew the most immediate thing that he had to do, to get into middle ranged combat. Too far and he would get blasted with arcane magic. Too near and he wouldn’t be able to use his two-handed sword effectively.
The necromancer waved his wand in a circle, and Laran saw a faint glittering in the air around him.
The necromancer pointed his wand at Laran, and screamed out, “Shadolt!”. A concentrated ball of dark energy flew towards Laran, who tried to parry it away. However, as soon as the ball made contact with the blade, Laran realized what a fool he had been. The ball weighed a ton! Just to push away the ball, Laran had to strain himself. A lot.
Nevertheless, he continued charging at the wizard. Now in range, Laran swung his blade horizontally. He had to try to fool the necromancer with normal sword attacks, using Tempest Slash only when he had the appropriate window of opportunity.
The blade was just about to slice the necromancer, when Clang! It was deflected off a force field. It must have been that silent spell that he casted! Laran thought. Laran looked up, only to see the necromancer with his wand pointing straight at him.
“Shadolt!” another ball of dark energy flew towards Laran. Laran dropped to the floor, and attempted to slash upwards. The necromancer stretched out his hands, palms facing Laran. The sword hit the force-field again.
“Torolt!” The necromancer cried out. Swords suddenly pierced out from the ground. Laran reacted quickly, jumping back. Now what!? Laran thought anxiously.
Skeletons were rising out from the ground. Some wore army khakis, some wore tattered trousers, and some didn’t even have clothing. A few were wielding axes, swords etc. while others were unarmed.
“Serve me.” The necromancer grinned, pointing his wand straight at Laran. Laran tensed himself. The most efficient way was to go straight for the necromancer. Take down the King and his pawns fall.
“Kill.” The necromancer sent the message to his undead, prompting them to charge en masse towards Laran. The undead charged, sounds coming from the contact of bone against ground. The air was filled with the clattering of armour as a few heavily armoured skeletons shuffled quickly towards Laran.
Laran dashed towards the necromancer, slashing the skeletons with so much force that they crumbled into bones. An axe swiped at his head. Laran focused arcane energy on his sword, and swung so hard that he cleanly sliced the axe into two pieces. The sword continued on its way, smashing the skeleton’s skull into bits.
“Damn. If only I could get to him faster!” Laran thought urgently, punching a skull off the skeleton. Laran suddenly stopped in his tracks. Laran suddenly stopped in his tracks. He held his sword high above his head, similar to his pose before unleashing the Tempest Slash. He started gathering arcane energy again, resulting in the familiar light-blue aura around his sword.
“Tempest Hurricane!” Laran yelled. Instead of releasing his energy into a concentrated wave, he just let it explode.
Rather than explode like the necromancer’s arcane energy did, Laran’s resulted in a hurricane, which swept and cut the skeletons into pieces. Laran directed the hurricane towards the necromancer.
Standing firmly on his feet, the necromancer steadied himself, right before the hurricane smashed into him. Or more specifically, his arcane shield. He grimaced as he took the attack head-on, his shield absorbed the damage, leaving him panting in exhaustion.
Meanwhile, Laran was slowly dragging his feet towards the necromancer. That power of the attack left him badly shaken. He had already exhausted more than half of his arcane energy.
“Shadolt.” The necromancer spoke softly, releasing yet another fully charged dark energy ball. Laran had no way to avoid it. He had to reveal his trump card.
“Tempest Slash!” Laran yelled loudly, slashing his sword and releasing that outburst of blue arcane energy.
BOOM! The two techniques clashed with each other, colliding in an extremely impressive display of power. Smoke erupted, completely engulfing Laran.
“Interesting…” The necromancer scratched his head. A tiny glint of metal sparkled somewhere in the thick smoke.
“Aaargh!” Laran screamed, thrusting his sword straight at the Necromancer. He had activated his Terran eyes, and they were blood red. He was sprinting towards the Necromancer with whatever strength he could muster.
The Necromancer was unable to focus in time, and got stabbed in the arm. No! Laran thought. Although his strike drew blood, the wound was still too shallow. The necromancer did not specially shield that part of his body, but his passive arcane guard still gave him some protection.
The necromancer’s face contorted with pain and anger. How could this worm have hurt him? He would pay. The necromancer swiped his wand at Laran. “Magic Claw!” he shouted in anger, swinging his wand
Dark blue arcane energy flashed from his wand, leaping and biting deeply into Laran. The ferocity in which they slashed and bit into him were as if they were wild animals with razor-sharp fangs. Laran was rapidly pushed back, and he thrusted his sword firmly into the ground, to stop himself from moving back anymore. His face stung, and he tasted copper in his mouth. He looked at his chest, only to see the arcane vest ripped to shreds, and his chest full of bloody cuts.
“Your debt is not repaid yet!” The necromancer screamed, resurrecting the undead, causing them to rise up and continue their death march towards Laran.
The necromancer, consumed in fury, continued swinging vigorously. The blows stung Laran badly, drawing blood. The terran eyes were also beginning to take their toll on Laran, making him weaker by the second. Then he saw it. That window of opportunity.
Laran stood firmly, just soaking in the blows. He felt renewed by the opportunity he now had.
Everything’s fair in War.
Laran stood still, sweat flowing down his neck. He contemplated his strategy, observing the necromancer, looking for an opening. He knew a glaringly obvious flaw of the necromancer; he was too overconfident. And he would pay for that.
Laran rushed towards the necromancer. He knew the most immediate thing that he had to do, to get into middle ranged combat. Too far and he would get blasted with arcane magic. Too near and he wouldn’t be able to use his two-handed sword effectively.
The necromancer waved his wand in a circle, and Laran saw a faint glittering in the air around him.
The necromancer pointed his wand at Laran, and screamed out, “Shadolt!”. A concentrated ball of dark energy flew towards Laran, who tried to parry it away. However, as soon as the ball made contact with the blade, Laran realized what a fool he had been. The ball weighed a ton! Just to push away the ball, Laran had to strain himself. A lot.
Nevertheless, he continued charging at the wizard. Now in range, Laran swung his blade horizontally. He had to try to fool the necromancer with normal sword attacks, using Tempest Slash only when he had the appropriate window of opportunity.
The blade was just about to slice the necromancer, when Clang! It was deflected off a force field. It must have been that silent spell that he casted! Laran thought. Laran looked up, only to see the necromancer with his wand pointing straight at him.
“Shadolt!” another ball of dark energy flew towards Laran. Laran dropped to the floor, and attempted to slash upwards. The necromancer stretched out his hands, palms facing Laran. The sword hit the force-field again.
“Torolt!” The necromancer cried out. Swords suddenly pierced out from the ground. Laran reacted quickly, jumping back. Now what!? Laran thought anxiously.
Skeletons were rising out from the ground. Some wore army khakis, some wore tattered trousers, and some didn’t even have clothing. A few were wielding axes, swords etc. while others were unarmed.
“Serve me.” The necromancer grinned, pointing his wand straight at Laran. Laran tensed himself. The most efficient way was to go straight for the necromancer. Take down the King and his pawns fall.
“Kill.” The necromancer sent the message to his undead, prompting them to charge en masse towards Laran. The undead charged, sounds coming from the contact of bone against ground. The air was filled with the clattering of armour as a few heavily armoured skeletons shuffled quickly towards Laran.
Laran dashed towards the necromancer, slashing the skeletons with so much force that they crumbled into bones. An axe swiped at his head. Laran focused arcane energy on his sword, and swung so hard that he cleanly sliced the axe into two pieces. The sword continued on its way, smashing the skeleton’s skull into bits.
“Damn. If only I could get to him faster!” Laran thought urgently, punching a skull off the skeleton. Laran suddenly stopped in his tracks. Laran suddenly stopped in his tracks. He held his sword high above his head, similar to his pose before unleashing the Tempest Slash. He started gathering arcane energy again, resulting in the familiar light-blue aura around his sword.
“Tempest Hurricane!” Laran yelled. Instead of releasing his energy into a concentrated wave, he just let it explode.
Rather than explode like the necromancer’s arcane energy did, Laran’s resulted in a hurricane, which swept and cut the skeletons into pieces. Laran directed the hurricane towards the necromancer.
Standing firmly on his feet, the necromancer steadied himself, right before the hurricane smashed into him. Or more specifically, his arcane shield. He grimaced as he took the attack head-on, his shield absorbed the damage, leaving him panting in exhaustion.
Meanwhile, Laran was slowly dragging his feet towards the necromancer. That power of the attack left him badly shaken. He had already exhausted more than half of his arcane energy.
“Shadolt.” The necromancer spoke softly, releasing yet another fully charged dark energy ball. Laran had no way to avoid it. He had to reveal his trump card.
“Tempest Slash!” Laran yelled loudly, slashing his sword and releasing that outburst of blue arcane energy.
BOOM! The two techniques clashed with each other, colliding in an extremely impressive display of power. Smoke erupted, completely engulfing Laran.
“Interesting…” The necromancer scratched his head. A tiny glint of metal sparkled somewhere in the thick smoke.
“Aaargh!” Laran screamed, thrusting his sword straight at the Necromancer. He had activated his Terran eyes, and they were blood red. He was sprinting towards the Necromancer with whatever strength he could muster.
The Necromancer was unable to focus in time, and got stabbed in the arm. No! Laran thought. Although his strike drew blood, the wound was still too shallow. The necromancer did not specially shield that part of his body, but his passive arcane guard still gave him some protection.
The necromancer’s face contorted with pain and anger. How could this worm have hurt him? He would pay. The necromancer swiped his wand at Laran. “Magic Claw!” he shouted in anger, swinging his wand
Dark blue arcane energy flashed from his wand, leaping and biting deeply into Laran. The ferocity in which they slashed and bit into him were as if they were wild animals with razor-sharp fangs. Laran was rapidly pushed back, and he thrusted his sword firmly into the ground, to stop himself from moving back anymore. His face stung, and he tasted copper in his mouth. He looked at his chest, only to see the arcane vest ripped to shreds, and his chest full of bloody cuts.
“Your debt is not repaid yet!” The necromancer screamed, resurrecting the undead, causing them to rise up and continue their death march towards Laran.
The necromancer, consumed in fury, continued swinging vigorously. The blows stung Laran badly, drawing blood. The terran eyes were also beginning to take their toll on Laran, making him weaker by the second. Then he saw it. That window of opportunity.
Laran stood firmly, just soaking in the blows. He felt renewed by the opportunity he now had.
Everything’s fair in War.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Its the end
I do not know what to do.
Last hopes snatched from me.
The mist remains, as thick as ever.
That conflict within me, is tearing me apart.
I have not grown stronger at all.
No more.
Last hopes snatched from me.
The mist remains, as thick as ever.
That conflict within me, is tearing me apart.
I have not grown stronger at all.
No more.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Sorry for not responding to my tagboard guys. Anyway, as my msn says, i'l be away from 8-18 june for holiday and cca camp, so dun contact me. Anyway, i just realised that i should just post chapters here, so that you guys can comment on it rather than forcing ya'l to read it on fanfic.net. So here goes.
Chapter 3
“How did you get chosen to be a Chosen anyway?” Glen mocked Laran’s efforts, seemingly deflecting his blows easily. In reality, he was barely able to keep up with the hyper-active youngster. Laran’s eyes itched uncontrollably. He had to learn how to fight properly without the use of Terran eyes, as developing a reliance on them would certainly be undesirable.
Glen dodged another swing by Laran, and punched him in the face, hard. Laran’s stumbled backwards, giving Glen another opening. Glen kicked him in his stomach, making Laran fall flat on his back.
Laran flipped onto his feet in a very cool way, and concentrated his energies onto his sword. The sword glowed a faint blue, and started radiating pure arcane power. Laran took a deep breath and held his sword high above his head.
Laran slashed diagonally with his sword, at the same time releasing the pent up arcane energy. There was now a curved current of electric blue arcane energy flying through the air. It crackled and cut through the air, heading straight for Glen.
Amused with the youngster’s power, Glen simply sidestepped, letting it miss cleanly. He then turned to face Laran, but instead saw a blade stabbing right towards his face. Glen, using his estimation skills gained through pure experience, realized that there was not enough time to dodge or bring his swords up. Instead, he punched upwards, knocking Laran’s sword off.
Laran, taken aback by this sudden reversal of circumstances, accidentally let go of his sword. The sword flew over his head, and Glen raised his right blade to Laran’s throat.
“You lose. Again. This makes it one hundred and ninety-nine to zero.” Glen grinned sinisterly.
“I almost got you! I would’ve won if it wasn’t for this stupid unbalanced sword.” Laran lamented.
Glen suddenly slapped Laran across the face. Hard. “Don’t you ever insult a sword. The spirit that resides within the sword will resent you forever. Also, unbalanced for you, it may be. But for someone else, it could be just the perfect balance. ” Glen reprimanded him furiously.
“For a brain-dead teenager like you, I’m just going to have to make you understand what I mean. Through hard work. We’re going to the blacksmith.” Glen grunted before walking off. Laran shrugged, and had no choice but to follow him.
The blacksmith punched Laran in the solar plexus. Hard. “Oof…” Laran groaned, clutching his stomach and dropping to the ground. “You insulted a sword? Stupid teenagers.” The blacksmith and Glen nodded to each other.
“I’m gonna show you the process of even making the sword that u hold in your hands. Now, how is the feel of that sword?” The blacksmith who had introduced himself as Makoto asked.
“It’s a little heavy…” Laran replied, waving his arms up and down to illustrate his point.
“About how much too heavy?” Makoto inquired.
“About…750 grams.” Laran said confidently, using his arcane power to aid him in his calculations.
“Hmm…interesting…” Makoto stroked his chin while looking at Laran.
Makoto beckoned to Laran. Laran entrusted his sword to Makoto, and watched as he walked over to the forge. The forge was filled up with charcoal, and Laran watched the fire engulfed them. The blacksmith made a rising movement with his hands, and the fire roared furiously. Makoto then held Laran’s sword over the fire with his left hand, and he clenched his right hand into a tight fist. The fire, like a beast, pounced on the sword, twisting itself around it, rapidly heating it up. Laran could see that Makoto was concentrating immensely, tightening his fists until veins bulged from them.
“Glen told me that you were a Chosen. What was your previous weapon like?” Makoto inquired in a calm voice.
Laran described it to him.
“Hmm. Well, I think that its time to describe the features of weapons to you. Firstly, do you know of upgrade cores?” Laran shook his head.
“Let me start from the general picture. Certain weapons contain spirits. Namely, the more powerful ones. It is also possible to extract spirits or insert spirits into a weapon. If a soul is left inside a weapon for long enough, the weapon will naturally become more powerful. If you shatter a weapon, its spirit would temporarily be set loose, until it can be caught by a necromancer. Actually, anybody with powerful enough arcane energy can catch, insert or extract spirits.”
Makoto lifted the sword out of the forge, and started hammering on it.
“Back to upgrade cores. Upgrade cores are actually hollow core that contain an element, a material, anything really. It can also contain souls. By itself, upgrade cores are extremely cheap, but upgrade cores with a rare element or spirit will fetch a much higher price. Anybody with arcane energy can merge upgrade cores into weapons. The weapon would absorb the properties of the upgrade core, occasionally reflecting it in design.”
“Actually, my arcane energy isn’t as powerful as others, so I can’t properly merge the cores into the weapons. But you…I heard Glen say that you were able to manifest your arcane energy and use it as a weapon! That's amazing! Maybe you can finally put this item of mine to good use.”
Just then, Makoto lifted Laran’s sword and handed it to Laran. Somehow, it was now the perfect weight, Laran noticed as he weighed the red-hot sword.
“Now, when its still hot, it will be easier for the sword to absorb the upgrade core. Hurry, follow me!” Makoto was as giddy as a little child before Christmas, hurrying to another room. Laran followed, gingerly holding out the sword.
“Try this.” Makoto gestured. Laran picked up the upgrade core. It was slightly smaller than his thumb, shaped like a bullet. It contained a tiny hilt inside, with the design of a skull.
“Argh!” Laran suddenly grabbed his head, as waves of pain shot out. Black stipes flew across his eyes, obstructing his vision. Then, they wrapped around him, and everything went dark.
Chapter 4
He was back in the past.
“Great slaying there Laran!” the same person from his memories commented.
Laran looked around, only to realize that he was standing next to the “corpse” of a huge armoured skeleton.
“Who are you?” Laran demanded.
“Good joke.” The person gave a hearty laugh and tossed something to Laran. Laran caught it, and looking closely, he could see that it was the same hilt that Makoto had given him, the same one from his previous memory.
“This one’s yours. C’mon, there are more monsters to slay!” The person shouted out. To Laran, the person’s features, his stature, everything was extremely blurred. He couldn’t make out who the person was.
Then, the world suddenly flashed impossibly bright. The flash was so bright that Laran had to immediately close his eyes and shield them…
A wave of nausea overcame him. He doubled over, kneeling on the ground. “Hey, you okay?” Makoto asked, concerned.
Laran slowly stood up, his legs shaking ever so slightly. He placed the upgrade core onto the hilt of the sword, placed his hands over it and concentrated.
“Try to visualize it entering the sword.” Makoto suggested.
Laran gently applied his arcane power to both the upgrade core and the sword. He could see the very particles that comprised of the sword shift to make way for the upgrade core. It started slipping into the hilt, slowly. Laran had to apply more and more arcane energy in order to keep the particles from each other.
Meanwhile, Makoto watched, amazed. Laran’s hands started shaking. He was drawing out too much arcane power from his body. Only a quarter of the upgrade core remained sticking out. Laran’s legs trembled badly, threatening to give way. Then, another force was cast over the upgrade core. Makoto was helping him.
Finally, with one final push, the upgrade core sank into the sword. The hilt flashed, and twisted into the design of a skull, the same one from Laran’s memories.
“You owe me one…” Makoto panted, as both of them lay spread-eagled over the floor. Both were utterly exhausted.
Later on in the day, Laran went back to meet Glen at the sparring arena.
There, he found the old man sitting on a bench, deep in thought. As Laran took a seat next to him, Glen suddenly spoke.
“Four. I had four apprentices. Now they are spread across the land, each honing their skills in their unique, individual way. It seemed like just yesterday that they were under my supervision. Now, you are right here, in front of me.”
Glen suddenly stood up, and pointed his left sword at Laran. Laran understood. One last fight.
Laran was able to grip his sword even better with the new hilt. His speed was much quicker with the balanced blade. Glen never stood a chance.
Clank! Laran striked with such speed that Glen was unable to respond. Laran feigned a horizontal swipe, before stabbing aggressively. Glen, caught off-guard by the youngster’s speed, could only block the stab before falling to the ground, panting.
Laran looked at Glen, with a triumphant smile on his face. “You didn’t get to two hundred.”
Glen grinned in return, panting, “Give me a break!”
They stayed there for a few seconds, before Glen declared. “Judging by my age, I have not long left on this world. I want you to be my successor.”
“But…” Laran protested, taken aback by the old man’s sudden words.
“No buts. You are a Chosen. Who else could be a better pick?” he grinned to himself, “I…actually have nothing else to teach you. All I have left is to pass you my most valued possessions. I hope that you can make good use of them.”
Laran followed Glen into his house. Glen brought Laran to the room that he was recuperating in. He took down the mirror, and lo and behold…behind it lay a wall. Glen placed his palm onto the centre of the wall, and without warning, the wall suddenly split into two.
“Wait here.” Glen muttered, before heading inside and emerging with a small wooden box. He slided open the box, to reveal a cellphone, 10 small rocks with the words (ARCANE INC.) written on them, a map, and a scroll.
“Firstly, this cellphone has so many capabilities that I can’t even begin to describe it! In addition to being able to call others, you can use it to form arcane energy connections! Cool huh! Next, these small rocks actually allow you to store arcane energy inside. What you can do with them is entirely up to your imagination. The map…well, its self-explanatory, I’ve marked down the locations of my apprentices so you can seek them out. They will train you to become even stronger.”
“And finally…the scroll. DO NOT open it until you absolutely have to. This will increase your power exponentially, at a great risk. Just read out the inscriptions to activate it.”
Laran nodded, taking all the items gratefully. He bid farewell to everyone in the town, and set off for the first apprentice, at the Mountains of Moria, south-east to Panon.
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“Tempest Slash!” Laran shouted, swinging his sword down and releasing the pent-up arcane energy that he had built up inside the sword.
The crackling electric blue of arcane energy flew bit deeply into the armoured hide of the wolf. Deeply coloured magenta blood flowed out from the wound. The wolf howled in pain, before succumbing to its death.
Laran stood far from it, still holding the stance he used to release the arcane energy. He had recently named that killer technique. “Still not quite up to standard,” he muttered, sheathing his sword behind his back, samurai style. He should have literally sliced that wolf into half with the amount of arcane energy that he had pumping into his attack.
It had already been 4 days since he left Panon. According to Glen, he should almost be at his first apprentice’s area of stay, the mountains were just another kilometer more.
He searched the wolf’s body for any valuables. Sometimes, monsters carried items that they stole from people. “Finders Keepers” was the rule in the world. They usually concealed the items in upgrade cores. As such, everyone needed to check the items inside the upgrade core before fusing it into a weapon.
Everyone knew the famous story of Amai. He fused an apple that was inside the upgrade core to his dagger. He proudly paraded around with his “edible dagger”, making a fool out of himself. Some ignored him, a few applauded him, and the majority beat him up for making a ruckus.
He found an upgrade core in one of the various compartments of the wolves’ armour. Looking inside, he found a tiny spellbook. Extracting the spell book from the upgrade core, he saw its title. It was titled “Arcane manifestations”, and spoke of how to manipulate one’s arcane energy to form armour. Intrigued, Laran read on.
The key idea is to harness one’s arcane energy and shape it. Once the user is able to imagine the shape and form, he must then embark on the most difficult step, integrating it into the design that he has came up with. The most successful users are able to make the arcane objects to bear the exact same qualities of the actual products. If successful, the user would receive protection
Laran steadied himself. He would attempt to form a chestplate. As he concentrated, the flow of arcane energy coarsed slowly throughout his body. Smiling at the familiar feeling, he close his eyes and begun to imagine a black chestplate with red dragons at the shoulder plates. The arcane energy coarsed even faster. Laran’s muscles tensed, as he focused even more. His eyes shut themselves tightly, and he held his breath.
After he sensed that the transformation was complete, he opened his eyes and examined his chest. There was a flimsy silver metal vest, instead of a fully formed chestplate. Laran was not really disappointed though, he knew that he had to practice to perfect his skills.
“Not bad. For a warrior.” A voice rang out. Laran twisted behind, to see a figure dressed in grey robes, holding a wand. That person was sitting on a nearby rock, with his legs crossed over each other, examining Laran. From what he could infer, the person was a wizard.
“Your arcane energy…it’s pretty powerful.” The wizard got off the rock and walked towards Laran.
“But…for a Chosen, its just ordinary. And yes, I’ve been following you ever since you left Panon. That's how I know. I’m still having my doubts though, how could a drooling fool like you truly be a Chosen?” The wizard said a-matter-of-factly.
“In fact, check this out.” The wizard raised his wand. Boom! Arcane energy exploded in the form of an energy blast.
Laran felt the force pushing him back several feet, but he managed to stand his ground.
“Hey…you didn’t fall over. That's good…” The young wizard grinned.
“How about a bet? If you can defeat me, I’l give you this.” The wizard held up an upgrade core. Looking closely, Laran could see a silvery strand that looked like a liquid slithering about in the core.
Laran immediately realized two things. Number 1: That silvery thing was a spirit! Number 2: That wizard must be a Necromancer!
He recalled Glen’s advice before he left.
There are two types of Wizards. The elementals and the necromancers. The elementals are especially skilled in manipulating elements of nature, fire, water etc. The necromancers on the other hand…well you can guess what they can do.
“And if you win?” Laran asked
“Its no fun taking things from the weak.” The necromancer laughed aloud.
Laran drew out his sword. He had no idea what Necromancers could do. I am so…dead. Laran thought to himself.
“Ready when you are.” The necromancer waved his arms, mocking Laran.
The ball was in his court.
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*Pants*
Happy reading, and mugging your hols hmwrk.
Chapter 3
“How did you get chosen to be a Chosen anyway?” Glen mocked Laran’s efforts, seemingly deflecting his blows easily. In reality, he was barely able to keep up with the hyper-active youngster. Laran’s eyes itched uncontrollably. He had to learn how to fight properly without the use of Terran eyes, as developing a reliance on them would certainly be undesirable.
Glen dodged another swing by Laran, and punched him in the face, hard. Laran’s stumbled backwards, giving Glen another opening. Glen kicked him in his stomach, making Laran fall flat on his back.
Laran flipped onto his feet in a very cool way, and concentrated his energies onto his sword. The sword glowed a faint blue, and started radiating pure arcane power. Laran took a deep breath and held his sword high above his head.
Laran slashed diagonally with his sword, at the same time releasing the pent up arcane energy. There was now a curved current of electric blue arcane energy flying through the air. It crackled and cut through the air, heading straight for Glen.
Amused with the youngster’s power, Glen simply sidestepped, letting it miss cleanly. He then turned to face Laran, but instead saw a blade stabbing right towards his face. Glen, using his estimation skills gained through pure experience, realized that there was not enough time to dodge or bring his swords up. Instead, he punched upwards, knocking Laran’s sword off.
Laran, taken aback by this sudden reversal of circumstances, accidentally let go of his sword. The sword flew over his head, and Glen raised his right blade to Laran’s throat.
“You lose. Again. This makes it one hundred and ninety-nine to zero.” Glen grinned sinisterly.
“I almost got you! I would’ve won if it wasn’t for this stupid unbalanced sword.” Laran lamented.
Glen suddenly slapped Laran across the face. Hard. “Don’t you ever insult a sword. The spirit that resides within the sword will resent you forever. Also, unbalanced for you, it may be. But for someone else, it could be just the perfect balance. ” Glen reprimanded him furiously.
“For a brain-dead teenager like you, I’m just going to have to make you understand what I mean. Through hard work. We’re going to the blacksmith.” Glen grunted before walking off. Laran shrugged, and had no choice but to follow him.
The blacksmith punched Laran in the solar plexus. Hard. “Oof…” Laran groaned, clutching his stomach and dropping to the ground. “You insulted a sword? Stupid teenagers.” The blacksmith and Glen nodded to each other.
“I’m gonna show you the process of even making the sword that u hold in your hands. Now, how is the feel of that sword?” The blacksmith who had introduced himself as Makoto asked.
“It’s a little heavy…” Laran replied, waving his arms up and down to illustrate his point.
“About how much too heavy?” Makoto inquired.
“About…750 grams.” Laran said confidently, using his arcane power to aid him in his calculations.
“Hmm…interesting…” Makoto stroked his chin while looking at Laran.
Makoto beckoned to Laran. Laran entrusted his sword to Makoto, and watched as he walked over to the forge. The forge was filled up with charcoal, and Laran watched the fire engulfed them. The blacksmith made a rising movement with his hands, and the fire roared furiously. Makoto then held Laran’s sword over the fire with his left hand, and he clenched his right hand into a tight fist. The fire, like a beast, pounced on the sword, twisting itself around it, rapidly heating it up. Laran could see that Makoto was concentrating immensely, tightening his fists until veins bulged from them.
“Glen told me that you were a Chosen. What was your previous weapon like?” Makoto inquired in a calm voice.
Laran described it to him.
“Hmm. Well, I think that its time to describe the features of weapons to you. Firstly, do you know of upgrade cores?” Laran shook his head.
“Let me start from the general picture. Certain weapons contain spirits. Namely, the more powerful ones. It is also possible to extract spirits or insert spirits into a weapon. If a soul is left inside a weapon for long enough, the weapon will naturally become more powerful. If you shatter a weapon, its spirit would temporarily be set loose, until it can be caught by a necromancer. Actually, anybody with powerful enough arcane energy can catch, insert or extract spirits.”
Makoto lifted the sword out of the forge, and started hammering on it.
“Back to upgrade cores. Upgrade cores are actually hollow core that contain an element, a material, anything really. It can also contain souls. By itself, upgrade cores are extremely cheap, but upgrade cores with a rare element or spirit will fetch a much higher price. Anybody with arcane energy can merge upgrade cores into weapons. The weapon would absorb the properties of the upgrade core, occasionally reflecting it in design.”
“Actually, my arcane energy isn’t as powerful as others, so I can’t properly merge the cores into the weapons. But you…I heard Glen say that you were able to manifest your arcane energy and use it as a weapon! That's amazing! Maybe you can finally put this item of mine to good use.”
Just then, Makoto lifted Laran’s sword and handed it to Laran. Somehow, it was now the perfect weight, Laran noticed as he weighed the red-hot sword.
“Now, when its still hot, it will be easier for the sword to absorb the upgrade core. Hurry, follow me!” Makoto was as giddy as a little child before Christmas, hurrying to another room. Laran followed, gingerly holding out the sword.
“Try this.” Makoto gestured. Laran picked up the upgrade core. It was slightly smaller than his thumb, shaped like a bullet. It contained a tiny hilt inside, with the design of a skull.
“Argh!” Laran suddenly grabbed his head, as waves of pain shot out. Black stipes flew across his eyes, obstructing his vision. Then, they wrapped around him, and everything went dark.
Chapter 4
He was back in the past.
“Great slaying there Laran!” the same person from his memories commented.
Laran looked around, only to realize that he was standing next to the “corpse” of a huge armoured skeleton.
“Who are you?” Laran demanded.
“Good joke.” The person gave a hearty laugh and tossed something to Laran. Laran caught it, and looking closely, he could see that it was the same hilt that Makoto had given him, the same one from his previous memory.
“This one’s yours. C’mon, there are more monsters to slay!” The person shouted out. To Laran, the person’s features, his stature, everything was extremely blurred. He couldn’t make out who the person was.
Then, the world suddenly flashed impossibly bright. The flash was so bright that Laran had to immediately close his eyes and shield them…
A wave of nausea overcame him. He doubled over, kneeling on the ground. “Hey, you okay?” Makoto asked, concerned.
Laran slowly stood up, his legs shaking ever so slightly. He placed the upgrade core onto the hilt of the sword, placed his hands over it and concentrated.
“Try to visualize it entering the sword.” Makoto suggested.
Laran gently applied his arcane power to both the upgrade core and the sword. He could see the very particles that comprised of the sword shift to make way for the upgrade core. It started slipping into the hilt, slowly. Laran had to apply more and more arcane energy in order to keep the particles from each other.
Meanwhile, Makoto watched, amazed. Laran’s hands started shaking. He was drawing out too much arcane power from his body. Only a quarter of the upgrade core remained sticking out. Laran’s legs trembled badly, threatening to give way. Then, another force was cast over the upgrade core. Makoto was helping him.
Finally, with one final push, the upgrade core sank into the sword. The hilt flashed, and twisted into the design of a skull, the same one from Laran’s memories.
“You owe me one…” Makoto panted, as both of them lay spread-eagled over the floor. Both were utterly exhausted.
Later on in the day, Laran went back to meet Glen at the sparring arena.
There, he found the old man sitting on a bench, deep in thought. As Laran took a seat next to him, Glen suddenly spoke.
“Four. I had four apprentices. Now they are spread across the land, each honing their skills in their unique, individual way. It seemed like just yesterday that they were under my supervision. Now, you are right here, in front of me.”
Glen suddenly stood up, and pointed his left sword at Laran. Laran understood. One last fight.
Laran was able to grip his sword even better with the new hilt. His speed was much quicker with the balanced blade. Glen never stood a chance.
Clank! Laran striked with such speed that Glen was unable to respond. Laran feigned a horizontal swipe, before stabbing aggressively. Glen, caught off-guard by the youngster’s speed, could only block the stab before falling to the ground, panting.
Laran looked at Glen, with a triumphant smile on his face. “You didn’t get to two hundred.”
Glen grinned in return, panting, “Give me a break!”
They stayed there for a few seconds, before Glen declared. “Judging by my age, I have not long left on this world. I want you to be my successor.”
“But…” Laran protested, taken aback by the old man’s sudden words.
“No buts. You are a Chosen. Who else could be a better pick?” he grinned to himself, “I…actually have nothing else to teach you. All I have left is to pass you my most valued possessions. I hope that you can make good use of them.”
Laran followed Glen into his house. Glen brought Laran to the room that he was recuperating in. He took down the mirror, and lo and behold…behind it lay a wall. Glen placed his palm onto the centre of the wall, and without warning, the wall suddenly split into two.
“Wait here.” Glen muttered, before heading inside and emerging with a small wooden box. He slided open the box, to reveal a cellphone, 10 small rocks with the words (ARCANE INC.) written on them, a map, and a scroll.
“Firstly, this cellphone has so many capabilities that I can’t even begin to describe it! In addition to being able to call others, you can use it to form arcane energy connections! Cool huh! Next, these small rocks actually allow you to store arcane energy inside. What you can do with them is entirely up to your imagination. The map…well, its self-explanatory, I’ve marked down the locations of my apprentices so you can seek them out. They will train you to become even stronger.”
“And finally…the scroll. DO NOT open it until you absolutely have to. This will increase your power exponentially, at a great risk. Just read out the inscriptions to activate it.”
Laran nodded, taking all the items gratefully. He bid farewell to everyone in the town, and set off for the first apprentice, at the Mountains of Moria, south-east to Panon.
……………………………………………………………………………………………….
“Tempest Slash!” Laran shouted, swinging his sword down and releasing the pent-up arcane energy that he had built up inside the sword.
The crackling electric blue of arcane energy flew bit deeply into the armoured hide of the wolf. Deeply coloured magenta blood flowed out from the wound. The wolf howled in pain, before succumbing to its death.
Laran stood far from it, still holding the stance he used to release the arcane energy. He had recently named that killer technique. “Still not quite up to standard,” he muttered, sheathing his sword behind his back, samurai style. He should have literally sliced that wolf into half with the amount of arcane energy that he had pumping into his attack.
It had already been 4 days since he left Panon. According to Glen, he should almost be at his first apprentice’s area of stay, the mountains were just another kilometer more.
He searched the wolf’s body for any valuables. Sometimes, monsters carried items that they stole from people. “Finders Keepers” was the rule in the world. They usually concealed the items in upgrade cores. As such, everyone needed to check the items inside the upgrade core before fusing it into a weapon.
Everyone knew the famous story of Amai. He fused an apple that was inside the upgrade core to his dagger. He proudly paraded around with his “edible dagger”, making a fool out of himself. Some ignored him, a few applauded him, and the majority beat him up for making a ruckus.
He found an upgrade core in one of the various compartments of the wolves’ armour. Looking inside, he found a tiny spellbook. Extracting the spell book from the upgrade core, he saw its title. It was titled “Arcane manifestations”, and spoke of how to manipulate one’s arcane energy to form armour. Intrigued, Laran read on.
The key idea is to harness one’s arcane energy and shape it. Once the user is able to imagine the shape and form, he must then embark on the most difficult step, integrating it into the design that he has came up with. The most successful users are able to make the arcane objects to bear the exact same qualities of the actual products. If successful, the user would receive protection
Laran steadied himself. He would attempt to form a chestplate. As he concentrated, the flow of arcane energy coarsed slowly throughout his body. Smiling at the familiar feeling, he close his eyes and begun to imagine a black chestplate with red dragons at the shoulder plates. The arcane energy coarsed even faster. Laran’s muscles tensed, as he focused even more. His eyes shut themselves tightly, and he held his breath.
After he sensed that the transformation was complete, he opened his eyes and examined his chest. There was a flimsy silver metal vest, instead of a fully formed chestplate. Laran was not really disappointed though, he knew that he had to practice to perfect his skills.
“Not bad. For a warrior.” A voice rang out. Laran twisted behind, to see a figure dressed in grey robes, holding a wand. That person was sitting on a nearby rock, with his legs crossed over each other, examining Laran. From what he could infer, the person was a wizard.
“Your arcane energy…it’s pretty powerful.” The wizard got off the rock and walked towards Laran.
“But…for a Chosen, its just ordinary. And yes, I’ve been following you ever since you left Panon. That's how I know. I’m still having my doubts though, how could a drooling fool like you truly be a Chosen?” The wizard said a-matter-of-factly.
“In fact, check this out.” The wizard raised his wand. Boom! Arcane energy exploded in the form of an energy blast.
Laran felt the force pushing him back several feet, but he managed to stand his ground.
“Hey…you didn’t fall over. That's good…” The young wizard grinned.
“How about a bet? If you can defeat me, I’l give you this.” The wizard held up an upgrade core. Looking closely, Laran could see a silvery strand that looked like a liquid slithering about in the core.
Laran immediately realized two things. Number 1: That silvery thing was a spirit! Number 2: That wizard must be a Necromancer!
He recalled Glen’s advice before he left.
There are two types of Wizards. The elementals and the necromancers. The elementals are especially skilled in manipulating elements of nature, fire, water etc. The necromancers on the other hand…well you can guess what they can do.
“And if you win?” Laran asked
“Its no fun taking things from the weak.” The necromancer laughed aloud.
Laran drew out his sword. He had no idea what Necromancers could do. I am so…dead. Laran thought to himself.
“Ready when you are.” The necromancer waved his arms, mocking Laran.
The ball was in his court.
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*Pants*
Happy reading, and mugging your hols hmwrk.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The dragon awaits earnestly.
Fangs bared.
The moon beckons,
Let your fangs slice open the moon.
Darkness befalls the land,
everything is lost,
yet everything remains.
When the sun rises again,
it is a new beginning.
The pack of wolves.
Instinct of nature.
Chaos.
Anarchy.
Peace.
Tranquility.
Peas in a pod.
The wolves and the dragon.
Even with the power of all,
they still lack the power of flight.
Wings don't matter. Strength doesn't matter. Effort doesn't matter.
Nothing matters. The doors of life can only be opened that much with effort, the rest depends on the rest.
Fangs bared.
The moon beckons,
Let your fangs slice open the moon.
Darkness befalls the land,
everything is lost,
yet everything remains.
When the sun rises again,
it is a new beginning.
The pack of wolves.
Instinct of nature.
Chaos.
Anarchy.
Peace.
Tranquility.
Peas in a pod.
The wolves and the dragon.
Even with the power of all,
they still lack the power of flight.
Wings don't matter. Strength doesn't matter. Effort doesn't matter.
Nothing matters. The doors of life can only be opened that much with effort, the rest depends on the rest.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Slayed the elusive beast
Well, i found the elusive beast of a CRP book, the death of a salesman. Thanks to Nicholas and JF.
My writing is up on fanfiction.net. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4297251/1/The_Destiny_of_Tears
So yeah, i'l be posting subsequent chapters there instead of on my blog. Occasionally i still might post.
The leadership challenge course ended today. Well, there were a few good takeaways. Like how i currently suck at inspiring people and imparting my values. Well, in my defence, I don't personally feel that i should just throw my values around. I mean, i just let other people live the way they want, i give abit of advice and thats it. But i should maybe, guide them or something.
Secondly, I need to become more of an inspirational figure. That means being more errm, inspirational? Its difficult to describe it, i just feel that i have to become a better person. A more inspirational person. Yeah, even i'm confused.
I think i got the crappiest graph that records your percentile. My highest point is only moderate...argh. Just feeling slightly angsty.
But it is pretty funny when i saw that out of one category that has a total of 30 points and the lowest possible being 6 points, someone gave me 9. Oww. Have to be more showy.
I actually wanted to change my skin to a FMA one, but the tagboard had abit of a problem. Ahh well, may try again later.
The phrase "Rise from your slumber...*inserts in cool name for sword*" keeps surfacing in my mind. Too much bleach i guess.
Anyway, there was one really funny moment today. We wanted to steal jf's waterbottle and por sugar into it, but he cunninged and kept it. Then we stole Arun's pouring an entire pack of sugar into a small amount of water. Arun took it in his good humour though. Anyway, the waterbottle was plastic, so no biggie.
Since it was going to be thrashed, we poured coffee creamer and even shampoo from the Shangri-La Hotel into the bottle. It looked like milk, good for jacking people.
Anyway, thats all that happened today. Cya soon.
My writing is up on fanfiction.net. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4297251/1/The_Destiny_of_Tears
So yeah, i'l be posting subsequent chapters there instead of on my blog. Occasionally i still might post.
The leadership challenge course ended today. Well, there were a few good takeaways. Like how i currently suck at inspiring people and imparting my values. Well, in my defence, I don't personally feel that i should just throw my values around. I mean, i just let other people live the way they want, i give abit of advice and thats it. But i should maybe, guide them or something.
Secondly, I need to become more of an inspirational figure. That means being more errm, inspirational? Its difficult to describe it, i just feel that i have to become a better person. A more inspirational person. Yeah, even i'm confused.
I think i got the crappiest graph that records your percentile. My highest point is only moderate...argh. Just feeling slightly angsty.
But it is pretty funny when i saw that out of one category that has a total of 30 points and the lowest possible being 6 points, someone gave me 9. Oww. Have to be more showy.
I actually wanted to change my skin to a FMA one, but the tagboard had abit of a problem. Ahh well, may try again later.
The phrase "Rise from your slumber...*inserts in cool name for sword*" keeps surfacing in my mind. Too much bleach i guess.
Anyway, there was one really funny moment today. We wanted to steal jf's waterbottle and por sugar into it, but he cunninged and kept it. Then we stole Arun's pouring an entire pack of sugar into a small amount of water. Arun took it in his good humour though. Anyway, the waterbottle was plastic, so no biggie.
Since it was going to be thrashed, we poured coffee creamer and even shampoo from the Shangri-La Hotel into the bottle. It looked like milk, good for jacking people.
Anyway, thats all that happened today. Cya soon.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The leadership course today was more theory than practical, so abit boring. Heres an update. I posted it on fanfiction.net. I felt it was closest to maplestory, so i just put it under there. More info when im not lazy.
Here's chapter 2b. Il post the url soon.
The goddess of light appeared yet again.
“You…you’re Pura aren’t you?” Laran asked hesitantly.
“Indeed. Listen closely Laran. You must seek more power, only then can you fufill your destiny as a Chosen.” She spoke. Every word, phrase that she said resonated with such power, but at the same time, it also soothed Laran’s soul.
“I can only answer one of your questions.” She spoke.
Gritting his teeth, Laran asked, “Why am I here?”
“Because you have a greater purpose. We purposely brought you to the future with the others through the fabric of time. Your eyes of Terran that have been left by the God of Time is enough proof, no?” She grinned at him, like all this was just a joke.
“Damnit, I want ANSWERS! Why am I a Chosen?!” Larran shouted. He didn’t appreciate being a pawn of the gods.
“All in time…” She whispered, before disappearing into nothingness…
Laran jolted, his head jerking forward as he awoke. He appeared to be in a room, with the walls painted a faint blue colour. There were a few posters of warriors on the wall, and even on the ceiling. He must be in the old man’s house.
“Was that just a dream?” he pondered. He cupped his head in his hands. The events that had occurred were so unexpected. The Terran eyes. The manipulation of the fabric of time. What the hell indeed, he thought, crawling out of the bed. How did I even get here? Laran wondered. Then, he caught his own reflection in a mirror.
Laran was about 18 years old, and his face was oval in shape, with piercing eyes whose pupils were coloured black, and a slight frown on his mouth. His hair was untidy and hung slightly lower than his eyebrows. There was a prominent scar on his left cheek, in the shape of a T.
“You do know that you drool in your sleep don't’cha?” a sweet female voice sounded out behind Laran. Jumping ever so slightly, Laran turned around to see a female that was slightly shorter than him. She was a brunette, with large blue eyes the colour of the sky. Her hair was done up in a ribbon, and she wore a slight smile on her pretty face that suggested she was amused.
“I thought that you might like some food. They certainly aren’t needed to survive but they sure are a delicacy!” she pointed to the bowl of steaming hot porridge she was holding delicately. The steam slowly rose up, dispersing itself into the nearby air. It was just like moments of life… Pretty, but non-lasting.
The next thing Laran knew was that the bowl of porridge was flying at him. Laran managed to catch the bowl, and sighed with relief. “Hey punk! Stop oogling my daughter!” Glen growled aggressively. Laran looked at him, clearly amused. Meanwhile, Glen’s daughter blushed slightly before leaving the room.
“We have to talk.” Glen said, motioning towards the door. Laran followed Glen out of the house, and he adjusted to the familiar environment of Panon.
As they walked among the various students who were sparring and training against dummies, Glen said, “I now realize. You are a Chosen aren’t you?”
“But how did you…”
“You talk in your sleep. And drool, did’ya know that?”
Laran was getting slightly irritated and embarrassed. And more importantly, he wanted to know more.
“What do you know about Chosens?”
“Well, there was a prophecy about em’, and stuff about them coming to the future.”
“Tell me about the prophecy!” he demanded.
“Keep ur’ pants on sonny. Here goes…” Glen cleared his throat.
“When the light and darkness combine,
The world will be at stake.
The Chosens will gather.
Therein lies the greatest battle in history.”
“That’s it?” Laran asked carefully.
“Well, if I remember, there’s more.” Glen muttered to himself, before clearing his throat yet again.
“A leader must emerge,
In order to defeat the scourge.
He must first defeat himself.
In order to defeat his enemies.
The one he calls a friend
Will become his foe.”
“It sounded pretty cliche to me, but if you really are a Chosen, then…maybe this could all happen.” Glen said thoughtfully.
Laran stood still. Light and darkness combining? The world at stake? How could this even happen?
Glen continued to voice out his opinion, “Defeat himself before his enemies? That's just stupid. You might as well stab yourself in the butt before…”
Laran cut in, “I need to gain power. More power. And so, I MUST start my training immediately. Understand?”
The old man looked into Laran’s eyes. He saw nothing but determination in them. “Very well…” he whispered.
Somewhere into the distance, an ancient beast stirred.
Here's chapter 2b. Il post the url soon.
The goddess of light appeared yet again.
“You…you’re Pura aren’t you?” Laran asked hesitantly.
“Indeed. Listen closely Laran. You must seek more power, only then can you fufill your destiny as a Chosen.” She spoke. Every word, phrase that she said resonated with such power, but at the same time, it also soothed Laran’s soul.
“I can only answer one of your questions.” She spoke.
Gritting his teeth, Laran asked, “Why am I here?”
“Because you have a greater purpose. We purposely brought you to the future with the others through the fabric of time. Your eyes of Terran that have been left by the God of Time is enough proof, no?” She grinned at him, like all this was just a joke.
“Damnit, I want ANSWERS! Why am I a Chosen?!” Larran shouted. He didn’t appreciate being a pawn of the gods.
“All in time…” She whispered, before disappearing into nothingness…
Laran jolted, his head jerking forward as he awoke. He appeared to be in a room, with the walls painted a faint blue colour. There were a few posters of warriors on the wall, and even on the ceiling. He must be in the old man’s house.
“Was that just a dream?” he pondered. He cupped his head in his hands. The events that had occurred were so unexpected. The Terran eyes. The manipulation of the fabric of time. What the hell indeed, he thought, crawling out of the bed. How did I even get here? Laran wondered. Then, he caught his own reflection in a mirror.
Laran was about 18 years old, and his face was oval in shape, with piercing eyes whose pupils were coloured black, and a slight frown on his mouth. His hair was untidy and hung slightly lower than his eyebrows. There was a prominent scar on his left cheek, in the shape of a T.
“You do know that you drool in your sleep don't’cha?” a sweet female voice sounded out behind Laran. Jumping ever so slightly, Laran turned around to see a female that was slightly shorter than him. She was a brunette, with large blue eyes the colour of the sky. Her hair was done up in a ribbon, and she wore a slight smile on her pretty face that suggested she was amused.
“I thought that you might like some food. They certainly aren’t needed to survive but they sure are a delicacy!” she pointed to the bowl of steaming hot porridge she was holding delicately. The steam slowly rose up, dispersing itself into the nearby air. It was just like moments of life… Pretty, but non-lasting.
The next thing Laran knew was that the bowl of porridge was flying at him. Laran managed to catch the bowl, and sighed with relief. “Hey punk! Stop oogling my daughter!” Glen growled aggressively. Laran looked at him, clearly amused. Meanwhile, Glen’s daughter blushed slightly before leaving the room.
“We have to talk.” Glen said, motioning towards the door. Laran followed Glen out of the house, and he adjusted to the familiar environment of Panon.
As they walked among the various students who were sparring and training against dummies, Glen said, “I now realize. You are a Chosen aren’t you?”
“But how did you…”
“You talk in your sleep. And drool, did’ya know that?”
Laran was getting slightly irritated and embarrassed. And more importantly, he wanted to know more.
“What do you know about Chosens?”
“Well, there was a prophecy about em’, and stuff about them coming to the future.”
“Tell me about the prophecy!” he demanded.
“Keep ur’ pants on sonny. Here goes…” Glen cleared his throat.
“When the light and darkness combine,
The world will be at stake.
The Chosens will gather.
Therein lies the greatest battle in history.”
“That’s it?” Laran asked carefully.
“Well, if I remember, there’s more.” Glen muttered to himself, before clearing his throat yet again.
“A leader must emerge,
In order to defeat the scourge.
He must first defeat himself.
In order to defeat his enemies.
The one he calls a friend
Will become his foe.”
“It sounded pretty cliche to me, but if you really are a Chosen, then…maybe this could all happen.” Glen said thoughtfully.
Laran stood still. Light and darkness combining? The world at stake? How could this even happen?
Glen continued to voice out his opinion, “Defeat himself before his enemies? That's just stupid. You might as well stab yourself in the butt before…”
Laran cut in, “I need to gain power. More power. And so, I MUST start my training immediately. Understand?”
The old man looked into Laran’s eyes. He saw nothing but determination in them. “Very well…” he whispered.
Somewhere into the distance, an ancient beast stirred.
Monday, June 2, 2008
New skin
Changed my skin. For those who could'nt read the text, be grateful. I just loooved that MCR one:( . On the bright side, my story is coming along nicely. In the current situation, the protaganist just got a killer technique. Every hero needs at least 1 killer technique!
Can't remember what happened today. Just tired from doing nothing. The leadership challenge is tomorrow, i still have to complete the personal best worksheet. I feel kinda uneasy doing it, they ask you for a rather personal experience and then tell you that u will have to share it later. Just kinda perplexed.
Will properly update soon.
Can't remember what happened today. Just tired from doing nothing. The leadership challenge is tomorrow, i still have to complete the personal best worksheet. I feel kinda uneasy doing it, they ask you for a rather personal experience and then tell you that u will have to share it later. Just kinda perplexed.
Will properly update soon.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Chapter 2
In no time, they were on their way.
“Really? Amnesia eh? Well, at least that's better than falling out of a freaking Martian spaceship.” The old man who had introduced himself as Glen chuckled.
“Well, Earth is divided into different regions. There’s no need to swim though, they’re all connected by land. The forest you were in just now is known as Esuna. The land that we are going to is known as Panon, the land of the warriors. It isn’t just limited to warriors though, anyone can go to any of the places.”
“There is the God Kingsley watching over the land. By his sides, he has Pura, the goddess of light and Dura, the goddess of darkness. There are also many minor gods that grant people various powers. The people respect and pray to them. Its like a religion.”
“There are 5 classes, the rogue, the warrior, the archer, the wizard and the healer. Some lucky bastards even have some wacko psychic power. I only know the specifics of a warrior. They can either wield a two-handed sword or two one-handed swords. Shields are for wussies!” he exclaimed, beating his chest like a gorilla. Laran rolled his eyes in contempt. The man sure lacked brains.
“Also, in addition to psychic power, everyone has a certain amount or arcane energy. Pretty cool, huh! If only I knew how to harness mine…Then I could be the most powerful guy ever!” he chuckled to himself.
Once they were at the warrior training range, both of them hopped out. Again, Laran analysed his surroundings. They were in a desert area, with a clear increase of temperature from Esuna. There were many huts and houses again, and there were loads of people training with each other. Clang! Clang! A nearby blacksmith hammered the red-hot blade. The blade hissed, and with every strike, it got stronger. Glen waved at the blacksmith, who gave him a nod in return.
“Well, I’m going to test your potential, to see what level of training you should start at.” Glen scoffed, “Looking at you, you’ll barely pass apprentice level.”
After reaching a hut, Glen kicked open the door and dragged out a box stuffed full of weapons.
“Grab a weapon and face me!” Glen shouted, after unsheathing two one-handed swords that hung from his back.
Laran focused on the lone two-handed sword sticking out of the box. He tugged with his mind, and the two-handed sword flew to his outreached hands. Laran weighed the sword carefully. The sword was a little heavy, but it would have to do.
Glen stood, staring in disbelief. “I guess I’m a lucky bastard.” Laran shrugged.
Glen’s mouth twisted into a sinister smile, before charging at Laran with his swords. Laran watched his actions closely, gripping his own sword tightly with both hands. Then, like a cobra, Glen suddenly lunged, his left sword slashing diagonally at Laran.
Laran dodged to the right immediately, but realized that he had fallen into Glen’s trap. Glen’s right sword stabbed at Laran almost instantly, but Laran managed to deflect the blow with his sword. “Nghh…” Laran groaned as he was blown backwards. Laran’s eyes started itching, but he ignored it. Glen slashed ferociously with both swords this time, forming an X.
Instead of stepping back, Laran brought his own sword to bear, clashing with Glen’s blades. Both of them grunted, now locked in a power match. Laran had been caught off guard by the old man’s speed and strength. But he was fully concentrated now. Laran’s eyes started to itch even more.
Glen suddenly pulled back his swords. Laran stumbled forward because of his momentum, temporarily losing control. Glen sidestepped and slashed horizontally. Just then, Laran somehow “released” the itch on his eyes. Time suddenly slowed down. Laran swiftly leapt over the blade, and in one smooth motion, round-house kicked Glen in the face.
Glen skidded across the floor, and his blades clanged noisily. Dust was stirred up and settled. Glen slowly turned his dusty, dirty face to meet Laran’s eyes. He wasn’t shocked, but intimidated. “You…you have the mark of the god of time… The eyes of Terran!” he stuttered.
Laran’s eyes were bright red, with a thin black pupil in the middle. Suddenly, Laran’s knees turned to mush. He dropped to the ground, suddenly fatigued. It must have been those eyes… Laran thought before closing his eyes to sleep.
In no time, they were on their way.
“Really? Amnesia eh? Well, at least that's better than falling out of a freaking Martian spaceship.” The old man who had introduced himself as Glen chuckled.
“Well, Earth is divided into different regions. There’s no need to swim though, they’re all connected by land. The forest you were in just now is known as Esuna. The land that we are going to is known as Panon, the land of the warriors. It isn’t just limited to warriors though, anyone can go to any of the places.”
“There is the God Kingsley watching over the land. By his sides, he has Pura, the goddess of light and Dura, the goddess of darkness. There are also many minor gods that grant people various powers. The people respect and pray to them. Its like a religion.”
“There are 5 classes, the rogue, the warrior, the archer, the wizard and the healer. Some lucky bastards even have some wacko psychic power. I only know the specifics of a warrior. They can either wield a two-handed sword or two one-handed swords. Shields are for wussies!” he exclaimed, beating his chest like a gorilla. Laran rolled his eyes in contempt. The man sure lacked brains.
“Also, in addition to psychic power, everyone has a certain amount or arcane energy. Pretty cool, huh! If only I knew how to harness mine…Then I could be the most powerful guy ever!” he chuckled to himself.
Once they were at the warrior training range, both of them hopped out. Again, Laran analysed his surroundings. They were in a desert area, with a clear increase of temperature from Esuna. There were many huts and houses again, and there were loads of people training with each other. Clang! Clang! A nearby blacksmith hammered the red-hot blade. The blade hissed, and with every strike, it got stronger. Glen waved at the blacksmith, who gave him a nod in return.
“Well, I’m going to test your potential, to see what level of training you should start at.” Glen scoffed, “Looking at you, you’ll barely pass apprentice level.”
After reaching a hut, Glen kicked open the door and dragged out a box stuffed full of weapons.
“Grab a weapon and face me!” Glen shouted, after unsheathing two one-handed swords that hung from his back.
Laran focused on the lone two-handed sword sticking out of the box. He tugged with his mind, and the two-handed sword flew to his outreached hands. Laran weighed the sword carefully. The sword was a little heavy, but it would have to do.
Glen stood, staring in disbelief. “I guess I’m a lucky bastard.” Laran shrugged.
Glen’s mouth twisted into a sinister smile, before charging at Laran with his swords. Laran watched his actions closely, gripping his own sword tightly with both hands. Then, like a cobra, Glen suddenly lunged, his left sword slashing diagonally at Laran.
Laran dodged to the right immediately, but realized that he had fallen into Glen’s trap. Glen’s right sword stabbed at Laran almost instantly, but Laran managed to deflect the blow with his sword. “Nghh…” Laran groaned as he was blown backwards. Laran’s eyes started itching, but he ignored it. Glen slashed ferociously with both swords this time, forming an X.
Instead of stepping back, Laran brought his own sword to bear, clashing with Glen’s blades. Both of them grunted, now locked in a power match. Laran had been caught off guard by the old man’s speed and strength. But he was fully concentrated now. Laran’s eyes started to itch even more.
Glen suddenly pulled back his swords. Laran stumbled forward because of his momentum, temporarily losing control. Glen sidestepped and slashed horizontally. Just then, Laran somehow “released” the itch on his eyes. Time suddenly slowed down. Laran swiftly leapt over the blade, and in one smooth motion, round-house kicked Glen in the face.
Glen skidded across the floor, and his blades clanged noisily. Dust was stirred up and settled. Glen slowly turned his dusty, dirty face to meet Laran’s eyes. He wasn’t shocked, but intimidated. “You…you have the mark of the god of time… The eyes of Terran!” he stuttered.
Laran’s eyes were bright red, with a thin black pupil in the middle. Suddenly, Laran’s knees turned to mush. He dropped to the ground, suddenly fatigued. It must have been those eyes… Laran thought before closing his eyes to sleep.
Microsoft sidewinder rocks my ass off
The biggest event of today. I got a keyboard and mouse change. Second biggest event today. Jin fu's birthday. Nah i'm, kidding, JF clearly comes 1st.
Happy birthday, may you grow even taller haha.
Anyway, me and Nicholas were discussing different models of mouses, and we agreed that sup got "scammed" for his razor diamondback. He paid 89.90 for it at J8, but both me and nick saw it on sale for 79.90. So yeah, $10 wasted man...
DOTA in the morning was completely crap. It lagged like no tomorrow and both of us (me and jf) got damn pissed. But jf came through and soloed 5 people. literally. with treads, radiance, heart, butterfly, mkb. and something else.
Probably will post on fanfiction.net tomorrow, as the two days waiting period will be over by then. Anyway, here's chapter 2, just to give ya'l something to read. It IS prone to change though, since i'm still working out the kinks in the storyline. All i can say is that the story is heavily influenced by what heavily influences me. So expect to see Bleach, rpgs and a bunch of other stuff. Hope i dun get into any copyrighted issues though.
Happy birthday, may you grow even taller haha.
Anyway, me and Nicholas were discussing different models of mouses, and we agreed that sup got "scammed" for his razor diamondback. He paid 89.90 for it at J8, but both me and nick saw it on sale for 79.90. So yeah, $10 wasted man...
DOTA in the morning was completely crap. It lagged like no tomorrow and both of us (me and jf) got damn pissed. But jf came through and soloed 5 people. literally. with treads, radiance, heart, butterfly, mkb. and something else.
Probably will post on fanfiction.net tomorrow, as the two days waiting period will be over by then. Anyway, here's chapter 2, just to give ya'l something to read. It IS prone to change though, since i'm still working out the kinks in the storyline. All i can say is that the story is heavily influenced by what heavily influences me. So expect to see Bleach, rpgs and a bunch of other stuff. Hope i dun get into any copyrighted issues though.
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