The hills, the hills,
Oh, how they'd sing!
Of warriors long gone,
Into battles lost and won,
Through bitter cold and spring.
And the muses, oh yes,
How their songs would ring!
Guiding lost souls,
For whatever their goals,
Through bitter cold and spring.
The nobles passed by,
Money and jewels they would bring!
Greedy and bold,
Wearing diamonds and gold,
Through bitter cold and spring.
There were lovers and killers,
Mothers and millers,
The thought of it gives one chills!
Even the kings,
With a thousand queens,
Would travel the path on the hills.
Though whoever they were,
Bearing coal or silver,
All of them would sing.
I
Chapter II : New Life of a Coming Legend
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Images of the Golden Bull raced through his head again that night. Tylan could see the horse-armored man and the young priest. A huge funeral was held, millions attended. The farm boy found it slightly familiar, though he could not completely recognize the event. A parade marched down a wide street, surrounding it were giant buildings. Pink petals seemed to float from the top of them, as though they came from the heavens. Soldiers guarded the coffin of the hero, all of them suited in white and gold. A man, robed with violet, crimson, and blue, stepped forth to a large pedesta
Chapter I : Home of the Harvest
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Tylan rubbed the back of his head softly, wincing as his hand passed over the large mounds of sores that were spread across the back of his scalp. He groaned constantly, unable to see from the daze, and fell back on the stone path once more, accidentally letting his bumps slam into the paved roads. He bolted up again, letting out a large scream, and sending people out of their homes.
A youth of 18, Tylan's appearance showed it well. He had short, blonde ragged hair that seemed to be a light brown because of the dirt and mud mixed in from all of his actions across the day. His
Blood of Prestige : Prologue by DoctaPankake, literature
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Blood of Prestige : Prologue
Charging to Death : Prologue
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Blood dripped from his lip.
The knight smiled, releaving a chuckle from his satisfied grin. "Weak. Just like us 'scum', right?" He spoke in a pant, his usually deep, intimidating voice now altered by fatigue. His whole body ached, though he began to stand up once again, grasping the claymore ever more tightly. The sword's weight preventing him from lifting it.
"Insolent species, never learning to succumb to their predecessors." The dark figure spoke from within the sanctity of his shadows, gutteral wisps accompanied by hissing merged into his words. He wiped the blood f
Blood of Prestige : Prologue by DoctaPankake, literature
Literature
Blood of Prestige : Prologue
Charging to Death : Prologue
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Blood dripped from his lip.
The knight smiled, releaving a chuckle from his satisfied grin. "Weak. Just like us 'scum', right?" He spoke in a pant, his usually deep, intimidating voice now altered by fatigue. His whole body ached, though he began to stand up once again, grasping the claymore ever more tightly. The sword's weight preventing him from lifting it.
"Insolent species, never learning to succumb to their predecessors." The dark figure spoke from within the sanctity of his shadows, gutteral wisps accompanied by hissing merged into his words. He wiped the blood f
Chapter I : Home of the Harvest
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tylan rubbed the back of his head softly, wincing as his hand passed over the large mounds of sores that were spread across the back of his scalp. He groaned constantly, unable to see from the daze, and fell back on the stone path once more, accidentally letting his bumps slam into the paved roads. He bolted up again, letting out a large scream, and sending people out of their homes.
A youth of 18, Tylan's appearance showed it well. He had short, blonde ragged hair that seemed to be a light brown because of the dirt and mud mixed in from all of his actions across the day. His
Chapter II : New Life of a Coming Legend
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Images of the Golden Bull raced through his head again that night. Tylan could see the horse-armored man and the young priest. A huge funeral was held, millions attended. The farm boy found it slightly familiar, though he could not completely recognize the event. A parade marched down a wide street, surrounding it were giant buildings. Pink petals seemed to float from the top of them, as though they came from the heavens. Soldiers guarded the coffin of the hero, all of them suited in white and gold. A man, robed with violet, crimson, and blue, stepped forth to a large pedesta
The hills, the hills,
Oh, how they'd sing!
Of warriors long gone,
Into battles lost and won,
Through bitter cold and spring.
And the muses, oh yes,
How their songs would ring!
Guiding lost souls,
For whatever their goals,
Through bitter cold and spring.
The nobles passed by,
Money and jewels they would bring!
Greedy and bold,
Wearing diamonds and gold,
Through bitter cold and spring.
There were lovers and killers,
Mothers and millers,
The thought of it gives one chills!
Even the kings,
With a thousand queens,
Would travel the path on the hills.
Though whoever they were,
Bearing coal or silver,
All of them would sing.
I
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I find that I come to the site at least once a week, but looking at all my old stories and my profile page I realize that a lot of things have changed and it kinda lets me look into my spaztastic self from a few years ago.
I totally quit that story I was writing probably more than a year ago, and the only thing that really inspired me to write this journal was the fact that I think I might start a new story now that I might have the inspiration to start once again.
I still can't believe some of the things I wrote in my profile; everything seemed kind of immature and lame, even though it was only a bit old. I guess I've matured a lot since t
Yeah, I've been really busy lately. I haven't even been close to starting the third chapter of my story, and I'm not really sure if I can anytime soon. I need some motivation. =/
I have a lot of things I need to catch up on and haven't yet because I have been busy with spring break and school and whatnot. I REALLY hope I can start doing some more stuff, but I don't know. >_>
However, I did have a good Easter. ^_^ I was at mass for most of the day and I painted like 1000 eggs. It was really fun though. I also ate a lot of waffle fries. :D Yeah, I know that was random. They're still my favorite food though. xD
So if anyone has any way to mot
Yeah, yeah, I haven't done anything on here in FOREVER! I'm writing some more of my story, though, and this one seems even longer than the first chapter, which I haven't read yet. >_> I'm too lazy to read my book. If I got this published, I'd probably be the last person to ever read it. xD
Oh, I got a Wii also. =D It is teh awesome. I beat Zelda TP in three days with a 30 hours game! 0_0 Talk about addicted...
Anyways, hold on my few fans. ^_^ I shall produce the new chapter soon enough. Well, that's pretty much it. CHAO!
It's been awhile since we've read each others' stuff, but I thought of you when faefalor (a dA artist you used to follow) started up this horror blog. We would SERIOUSLY appreciate your critique on this blog in the comments section. partisobscurum.wordpress.com/