Aaron Lizardo

The Monster Inside

There is almost no hope for what’s inside of me,

No one knows how these feelings will turn out to be.

All the emotions locked inside,

I don’t want to hurt the ones beside.

Anger and hatred are the emotion dealing.

There is no way to escape these dwelling feelings,

I am falling apart inside my head,

It doesn’t matter; soon everything will be dead.

I can’t pretend none of this is real

There is almost nothing else to feel.

All this sadness and menacing pain,

Causes all my happiness to go down the drain.

May 1, 2012

“Little thinks’t thou that it will free anon,

and that I shall tomorrow find thee

fall’n, or not at all.” – John Donne

Dreams and hopes forgotten,

Has everything gone rotten?

Shall there be no more fight?

Do thou not see what’s in sight?

What thinks’t thee?

That soon you shall be free?

Thou art sadly mistaken,

Thoughts must be forsaken.

Life is very cruel,

Thou must be a fool,

For believing in such a fairytale.

Thou art destined to fail.

What thou shall receive,

Is nothing but deceive.

Jan 17, 2012

Tony, the Worthy.

Once upon a time there was a little kid. Who was an outsider. He didn’t have any friends and his mother died when she gave birth to him. His dad changed when he lost his wife. He used to be a nice guy; he never drank excessively, or had problems with his temper, and never ever struck his family members. But all that changed, now he’s an angry alcoholic who beats his kid.The little kid’s name is Tony, he is 7 years old. And at a very young age, he has experienced a lot. How would you feel to live with a father that was now a drunk and beat you up almost every day? On a good day he would get a decent meal to eat. His dad being a drunk, he had trouble sticking with keep a job down and in today’s economy that’s not enough to support yourself let alone a child. If only Tony’s mother was still alive, many things would be better. Since his dad didn’t love him and his aunts and uncles stayed away because of the father, Tony received no love at all. He considered himself an unwanted orphan. Without love, why keep on living, that’s what was on Tony’s mind all day long. You can’t even imagine how empty and abandoned he felt. How sad and joyless his life was, remember he is only 7yrs. old. He was treated as worthless; thus, he soon believed he was worthless. At school it was tough for him. He was malnourished, so he was scrawny and the kids seized the opportunity to pick on him. They called him “Tony the Tiny.” Tony was indeed different form the other kids, he also possessed a special gift, he was extraordinarily intelligent. He was smart so his thoughts were deep and depressing. Darkness and despair was all that filled his mind. He didn’t want to keep going forward because he thought he was a worthless human being destined only for failure. With no love felt since birth, there was no pint to life at all. To escape his dad, he visited his public local library. He read many, many books and absorbed the information like no other. One day he came upon the book The Gospel of Wealth by Andrew Carnegie. He read the book without any intention of changing his life. But one quote stuck to him “help the ones that help themselves”. No wonder anyone ever cared to help him in his time of need. That single quote inspired him to keep moving forward. If he worked hard enough, he would be successful because he was going to prove to himself he is worthy of Being Alive…


April 24, 2012

Selling Fruit and Cheese

      When I stopped by the first house I saw many disturbing things. They still had Christmas decorations but it was the middle of April. The decorations were all so hideous and disgusting. They had a reindeer that was half melted from the bottom up so that it looked like it was floating in midair. The next thing that caught my eyes was that their Frosty the Snowman had one of the most evil and terrorizing looks on its face. This place just gave me the creeps. The grass was another issue; it hadn’t been cut in what seems like decades. Who knows what might be lurking in there. All these decorations in what seemed like a jungle made me think twice about setting foot upon this place. But, who ever lived in there was a potential customer and money was all that mattered at the moment. So I mustered up all the courage I had and went to the door. And when I pressed the door bell, some of the most menacing sounds came from all the Christmas decorations. Some were laughing in such a low pitch voice that fear began to engulf my body. I had the urge to run away! Then I heard the sound of the door opening. I almost soiled myself. The door opened slowly and I only saw shadows which made everything seem bigger and scarier than it truly is. All of a sudden I realize something that made me feel like an idiot. What I thought to be was a monster, turned out to be one of the most innocent looking little old ladies of all time! I felt so foolish to be tricked by the old timer’s house. It was obvious that she had no strength to take care of her lawn and that she had no one to help her out. That’s why
the house was such a mess, giving reason behind the horrible scene portrayed by the house. When I was about to offer her my fruit and cheese, the old lady grabbed my hand and pulled me into her house with such unnatural, incredible strength. Fear filled my body again when I saw what was inside the house. At that point I knew I was a goner…

Arpril 18, 2012

Little Boy

        My mom would call me to go to the park with her all the time. It was getting kind of annoying because I had other things to take care of like work. She would call me at work just to ask if I could go with her to the park. And when I tell her that I can’t just get off of work, she usually says “oh well, maybe next time.” Then she calls back around twenty minutes later. It gets kind of annoying at times. Luckily I am the head manager of the company I work for, so I don’t get into trouble when she calls all the time.
        The reason my mom likes going to the park all the time is because my father and her went there all the time. My father died two decades ago because some punk thought it would be funny to blow up our mailbox. One morning my father woke up and started the day as usual as can be. But when he went to go get the mail, there was an explosion and it launched parts of shrapnel right into his lungs and heart.  To make it worse, it was my fifteenth birthday. Him and I were going to have a blast, we were going to a baseball game,  then to an actual UFC match. It was going to be the best day ever. But on that day someone dear to my mother and I was taken away. When my father went to go get the mail, and it was over in a couple of minutes. With his last breath he told my mother that he loved her. At that moment my mother lost it and became obsessed with going to the park because that’s where my father first said he loved her to my mother.
        One day when my mother and I were at the park, we saw a little boy sleeping on a park bench. We thought he was just too tired to keep on playing in the park. My mother and I didn’t find any wrong in it what so ever so we left him alone.  But after a couple of weeks of seeing the little boy on the bench over and over again, rose suspicion in us. The little boy seemed to be getting weaker and weaker by the day. You could see he was also getting more and more filthy. So my mother decided to ask the boy what he was up to, and why he was always at the park. The little boy said that he is not doing this on purpose, and that he no longer has a home to live in.  His father went away when he was born and his mother recently passed away. He did not want to go to an orphanage so he ran away. Now he sleeps on the bench and has a donut for dinner every day because the local bakery man is nice to him.
My mother started to cry when she heard what the boy had said. She told me she wanted to adopt the boy. I told my mother that it was not a good idea because she could bearly take care of herself. We should contact the authorities and say that we have found a missing child and forget we ever met him. She didn’t like the idea at all so she convinced me to take him home just for tonight.
I told my mother over and over not to adopt the little boy but it did nothing to stop her. I was getting more stressed than usual because of my mother. She wanted me to not only take care of her but to also take care of the little boy as well. All this stress build up was bad for me so I took a shower. Something unusual happened after the shower. When I looked in the mirror I saw myself as little kid. All the memories of me crying myself to sleep because I no longer had father came back in a rush. It made me think of how the little boy must feel because he no longer has a father nor a mother. At that moment, I knew what I had to do. The next day, the boy had now had a place in my family.

Dylan Tornabane

Fight

The wooden stick named Bokken has been battered and bruised being used throughout countless battles. It has sustained most of its damage from one epic battle between itself and a ship spear hybrid weapon. The spear-ship combo weapon scared Bokken’s wielder. But Bokken stood forward prepared for the coming onslaught, slowly encouraging its user.
        Bokken and its owner both charge into battle even though they are outsized by their respective opponents. The whip polearm strikes and Bokken protects his master almost instinctively, now the other side of the behemoth weapon strikes again. Though Bokken can’t move fast enough to protect his friend, thankfully his wielder predicted the attack was coming and dodged. Now Bokken saw its chance to attack. It lunged in intending to deliver a fatal blow. For a millisecond Bokken was sure it had one, but then its target moved out of the way. Bokken was suddenly through to the ground. It lost its connection to its owner and its friend.

Euthanasia

        He came fleeing from the west; he was running away from a girl foaming at the mouth carrying a long kitchen knife. He stumbled and rolled which allowed the crazed the child to gain ground. All he wanted to do was run, but running only caused more pain. Now he was forced to face the girl. He chickened out and attempted to flee, as he did the knife slid across his back. Adrenalin fuelled his body; he bit the girls arm as hard as he could. He walked a few feet then passed out. When he awoke up he saw the same girl however her arm looked out of place it was dislocated. He also saw an older man and his best friend arguing He could sense sorrow and pain from his friend who was holding a gun to him. With tears in his eyes his friend pulled the trigger and everything went black.

Prolouge

It all started with a stone, or so the legend says. In ages past the messa crystal, ginormous and stunningly beautiful. Shed light to the world, it’s many colored light filled the world with flora and brought forth two mighty Gods. Straln stands strong with a perfectly sculpted stature, and wisdom far beyond the comprehension of any mortal. He  brought forth light to Vana’diel. While the well-endowed  Altana bring the world darkness. Together their love forged four sons and four daughters. Promothius their eldest son created humans in the likeness of the gods, while his sister Brella created animals purely form her imagination. Brella convinced Promothius they needed to combine there some of their creations for varieties sake, so they did.
Brel saw these carnivorous bipeds  created by his siblings, using their bear hands to claim their food. Taking pity on them Brel taught them how to create and use tools. Everything was in an age of bliss.
Until a human accidentally killed his neighbor when farming. Seeing the potential of these tools, each species became independent. They began to spread apart and form their own tribes, each worshipping the gods. The tribes were constantly in war, killing and being killed in the name of deities.
In this time of civil unrest most gods banished themselves to another dimension. While a young man well versed in weapon making and sciences developed the gun. Though it was impractical its power was astonishing, and could wipe out almost any foe. This man took control of his tribe and started demolishing others that stood in his way, giving them the option to join or die. This man became the first emperor of Vana’diel
He died only a couple of years after his empire expanded the reach of his world. However a dynasty was born, with each generation comes new scientific discovery and lust for power. The first emperor’s 8th Great Grandson is demanding the power of the god’s. Putting his R&D team to work endlessly. After they finally create a prototype it is first tested on a lonely homeless child.

Chapter I

I walk down the streets of the Seam (tentative name) in Ul’dah just as morning breaks. Weaving in and out of shadows that are being cast  from the buildings in these slums, I anticipate the goods that will be at the vending ward today, certainly something mediocre at best being sold at disgustingly high prices for their intended demographic. As I approach this miniature farmer’s market, I see most vendors are setting up their stands. The rancher/butcher has learned quickly, though, as he already has his goods protected. It appears as though I’m not going to get any meat today, so I meander toward the fruit vendor attempting to look casual. Once I hit the stand I grab as much as possible and sprint as fast as I can. I hear “Mr. Fruit” shout “Damn you Edward! Stop stealing my merchandise!”
Back at my alley which is where I have made my new home I lay down my “earnings” to assess my rations for the day. I scored an apple, orange, and three whole strawberries. Under most circumstances I could make this last a whole day, but I was just so hungry because I didn’t eat at all yesterday. I start with my strawberries, taking my time to savor the flavour of my favourite fruit. As I’m eating I wonder why the old man let me take the fruit. He knows who I am and what I do. He could’ve easily stopped me from taking the food today. I decide not to delve too deeply into his motive.
After finishing the last of my breakfast I throw the apple core carelessly. Instead of the usual sound of a core bouncing off of brick, I hear a slight metallic ring. Quickly I glance toward the sound and see one of the most elite squads the world has to offer charging toward me. I’ve never actually seen one of these squads in person, only in posters, where they look like saviours clad in silver and gold plate armour with their guns held high. But why are they coming for me?

Suddenly cloth covers my nose and mouth. I attempt to scream but to no avail. My body is being lifted by two soldiers my arms and legs are restrained. I can’t even kick the soldier at my feet. I squirm and twist finally breaking free. I get to my legs and begin to hop away, then everything goes black.

Chapter II

I open my eyes, and at first everything is blurred. Eventually my sight returns to normal. Memories of how I got here begin to shuffle in, and the last thing I remember is running away from those soldiers.

Scared, I jump off the chair I am sitting on, but am pulled back toward it. Confused, I look down to see I’m chained by my wrists and ankles. Panic overtakes me as I kick and scream, trying to escape, but I can do little more than stand. I sit back down, pissed that I’m chained and can’t do anything, sitting there surrounded by my anger. The room appears to be plain with stone walls, and I’m the only thing inside them, trapped like a caged bird.

Then I hear the door open and a young soldier stands there. He isn’t wearing any plate armour so he’s either low-ranked or just not concerned enough to wear it. “You hungry?” the soldier asks me from the door. My throat is sore from screaming earlier so I simply nod. As the soldier leaves the room I notice his blond hair is pulled back into a pony-tail that falls to his neck. The soldier wheels in a cart with a plate containing a small amount of food, but still more than I have ever eaten at once.

The man puts a glass of clear water to my lips, and I drink from it. “Can you talk now?” he asks. “Yes,” I begin, but he interrupts me. “Then if you stay calm I’ll unchain you so you can eat.” “What is your name?” I suddenly ask without thinking. “Kain,” he replies. “I hear yours is Edward.” “Yeah, but I like Ed.” I mumble. “Well then Ed, how ‘bout I give you an hour to eat and dress, there’s clothes over there for you. You have an important day today.”

Before I can ask anything, the man is gone. I start to eat, and notice this food is better than anything I have ever stolen from the market. The food is gone within five minutes. I look around to find the clothes Kain was talking about. They are sitting nice and folded in front of a giant mirror. It’s been a while since I have seen what I look like. I approach the mirror cautiously looking at my appearance, my dark blond hair and my blue-green eyes are the same as always. However the last time I looked in a mirror I wasn’t so dirty.

Noting my filthy look, I begin to search for a shower. After searching for three minutes in the giant room I finally find it. I strip down, throwing my old ragged clothes on the ground. Stepping into the shower, I look at all these buttons with no idea what to do. I hit the biggest button and water starts flying down on me from the ceiling, though it’s too cold for me so I turn the temperature up. I look down and see the dirt washing off me, spreading through the floor into many drains.

I step out of the shower, chilly, entering the now cold room to find my grimy clothes gone and a large warm towel replacing them. After the towel encompases my nudity I feel warm but still vulnerable. I quickly get to the clothes that have been laid out for me and dress. These clothes feel comfortable but different than the ones I am used to. The mirror is right in front of me and now I can see what my face actually looks like. Though I have some scrapes and bruises, I look like any other twelve year-old.

Moments later, the man from before walks in and tells me to follow him. He takes me down all kinds of halls each with many doors and windows. Through the windows I see a lot of people my age. “What is going on? Why are there so many kids here?” I question. Kain simply replies, “I am not sure myself, but I’m taking you to someone who does know.” I follow him quietly the rest of the way.

Finally we arrive at a pair of giant silver doors. They are so beautifully decorated, it probably took 10 years just to make them. The doors are opened from the inside by people who look small by comparison. I walk past them, entering the largest room I have ever seen. It’s at least 4 times the size of the last one and about the size of a house. The room is huge, just looking makes me feel minuscule, then I look into the center and he is there. Why would he be here?

Chapter III

It was only the second time in my entire life that I’ve seen him in person. He essentially campaigns for his father, the king. The only other time I saw him, was 4 years ago during a speech he was giving, one he had probably given many times before. The prince, with long silver hair and bright green eyes told us that help would be on it’s way, help only the monarchy could provide. Too bad it never came.

The man sitting in the middle of the room, clearly notices my confusion at his presence. He stands up and begins to walk toward me the broadsword and revolver at his waist dangling. The prince begins “Without a doubt you are wondering why you have been summoned here. So let me enlighten you, my people are looking for someone special.” During his short pause I interrupt “What do you mean by special, and why have I been chosen?” after I ask the question aloud I hope I wasn’t being too presumptuous. Without a hint of annoyance he answers “We chose you along with many others based on certain criteria, that we obtained from schools.” I wondered what the criteria could be but I figured it would be best not to inquire further.

He continued on “After we find the best candidate we will attempt to give them powers beyond science.” Confused I stated “What more is there then science. Magick, the power of the gods. Only very few shrine priest have ever had that ability!” “I’m ecstatic to see you have grasped logic but,” he leaned in close and whispers “the gods do exist, they are our playthings.” Scared of the power this man may possess, I sit quietly and wait for him to resume.

“In order to find the best candidate we are have a test and a tournament prepared to find the most fit intellectually and physically. The test will be taken by the 128 children we have chosen, it is a test of math, science, language, battle strategy, and critical thinking. The top 64 scores will move onto the tournament, with seedings based on the test scores, ties will be decided by who finished first. The tournament will be one on one battle simulating different situation the winner may face in the future, the victor will be the one who inhibits or forced their opponent to quit. Any questions?”

“When will these happen?” I inquire.

He informs me the test will be in three weeks and the tournament will be three weeks after that, and anything I need to assist me will be supplied. The prince leaves and I am walked to yet another large room, albeit not as big as the first. I spy a simple looking bed in the corner of the room, so I go to sleep on one for the first time in my life.

Brett Nelsen

March 29 2012

The Making of a Rebel

            Jaroth looked at the door in front of him. It was an old oaken thing that stood in front of him like a silent sentinel. To jaroth the door almost seemed to be questioning him; asking if jaroth actually had the resolve to open it.

            If he did there was no going back to his old way of life. That didn’t matter he had nothing to go back to. It was all jaroth could do to pick himself up and move foreward. As he placed his hand on the door he recalled what had brought him here.

 His father had died a war hero. He gave his life to save the southron aliance from the demon hordes, but that no longer mattered. The aliance was no longer what it had started as. It was initially a series of free states devoted to the preservation of mankind. The demons had been repelled and there was peace. For a little while. Then with out an enemy the majority of the armies disolved except for a reserve force at the citadel in Illiath. This reserve force had become the order of white, an organization devoted to the peace keeping of the aliance and to the eradication of demons to keep them from getting strong enough to pose a threat to humanity again. At least that’s what it had started as. Before long there were white knights in every town. In jaroths home town of alvor the knights were rude, cocky. Not all were like that but enough to count. Eventually the people of alvor got tired of their prescence and ran them out of town.

That’s when everything started.  Illiath soon sent more men to quell the uprising. The fighting was minimal at first but things escalated so quickly that there was no time to control it. Then It happened. The massacre. The soldiers were in town square, preparing to execute a “dangerous insurgent”. The owner of the local tavern, because he apparently housed those who would fight with the soldiers. The towns people were not thrilled about this. They argued with the knights.  Raised voices soon turned to raised swords. The soldiers were reluctant to attack at first, but then the tavern owners son drew a knife and stabbed one of the soldiers. All hell broke loose then. The soldiers began fighting and slew everyone in the square, at least those who couldn’t run fast enough.

Jaroths mother had been in the square that day, that was two days ago, and now here he was. He was at an old building outside the town. One the insurgents were now using to rally their forces. Dozens of men had come to fight. From farmers to veterans from the last war. Jaroth had heard there were only a few dozen now, but more people from other towns were on their way. 

3 February 2012

Albino Fire

            The horse Allaster was riding was a chestnut bay horse that had recently been taken from a group of travelling merchants. It was a strong and sure footed creature. The beast was young and trodded through the under brush with ease.

            The origin of the creature made Allaster think back to when he had been first taken in by the brotherhood, nearly 10 years ago. He was being taken to the citadel in Elyria when the bandits had taken their caravan. Allaster was the only survivor, and the bandits had taken him as one of their own. He had learned to shoot a bow from Notch, and how to wield his alchemy from the old man. The old man had been his closest companion, despite the fact that Whitebeard was pushing 100 years old.

            That old prune groomed me to take his command, he knew he was dying and still he put so much effort forth in training me. Allaster sighed at the memory of his death, the old man had called Allaster into his chambers, and gave command of the Brotherhood to him.

            “Why put me in charge you old bastard, why not Simon or Notch?” Allaster muttered into the air, hoping that maybe the trees would be able to enlighten him. Both of the other bandits were older, stronger, and wiser; the only thing that Allaster had that they didn’t was his alchemy, and even that would never be enough for him to beat either of them in a fight.

            Notch was so skilled with a bow that he could easily put an arrow through Allaster’s eye from 200 yards away. He was known by those outside the brotherhood as Sureshaft. Notch told all the newer recruits that his name had been earned from the hundreds of women he had bedded, but it really stemmed from the fact that many of the common folk believed that he had once pinned a fly to a tree from 300 yards, without killing the insect. The older members of the Brotherhood knew that such a thing had never happened, but that did not stop Notch’s boasts.

             Simon was a much different sort of man from Notch, whilst Notch was loud boisterous and the first to down a mug, Simon was quiet and sober at all times, before he had taken command of the Brotherhood, Allaster had never spoken with Simon. Where the blade was concerned, Simon was the greatest swordsman in the brotherhood; some even said he was the greatest warrior in all the free cities. There were many rumors concerning his origin, some said he was a sellsword before joining, others say that he had fought in the last great war between the cities and he had been a general. None were sure of his origins, but Allaster trusted him with his life.

            It had been Simon who had first come to him to report these bone sites. 

1 May 2012

Bananas: The Wonder Food

            Now it’s obvious that god created the world and no form of proof is as irrefutable as The Bible, but for those few doubters I have one piece of evidence that is sure to sway the thoughts of all those god forsaken atheists towards the notion of intelligent design.

            For this I would like to take a look at the humble banana. Is there any better form of evidence for god’s existence than the banana? It is truly the perfect fruit. The banana was obviously made for humans. What’s that? You are wondering what’s so special about this wonder fruit? Well pull up a chair and let me explain.

            Bananas are curved, and the human hand is curved. Coincidence? Evidence for evolution? I think not. The curve of the banana perfectly matches the curve of the human hand. They fit together nearly perfectly, to top off the perfect fit of the curve there is also the fact that if you examine the ridges on a banana you would see that there are three along the backside and two along the front. This coincides perfectly with the number of joints in the hand. The back three fit perfectly into the grooves formed by the joints of your fingers, and the front two ridges fit flawlessly into the bends of your thumb.

            To add to these already insurmountable evidences of intelligent design, there is also the peel of the banana to consider. It is non slip and keeps the food securely in your hand. It can even be used as an indicator for the ripeness for the scrumptiosness for this fruit; Green, its too soon, brown, its too late, but yellow is good to go. There is also a tab at the top of the banana that allows for easy access to the delicious and nutritious interior of this wonder food.

            Speaking of nutrious I should tell you about all the great health benefits that bananas have to offer. Bananas are high in vitamin c and potassium. They are also low in fat and while they have a bit of sugar it is the easily digested and used type. If more people ate bananas for every meal, people would be thinner and as a result I think it could be said that crime would go down. It’s a simple equation. Eat bananas, get thin and hot. When you are hot there is no need to be as unhappy as you used to be and as such your personal desire to say, strangle your co-worker, would likely go down.

            All in all I think it is overly apparent that the banana proves without a doubt that god is up there, bending banana’s to fit the curve of our hands and filling them with nutrients to make sure we are nice and healthy.

            Some might try to take these proofs and turn them against me, citing such silly things as the fact that apes eat bananas too, and that all this perfection means that we changed over time to be better adapted to bananas, but that is complete bollocks. No man in their right mind can honestly believe that we evolved from monkeys. Monkeys, because they are obviously copying us, get together in groups, have male run societys, care for their young, have similar features and eat simliar foods. Even this fact is more proof that god made us, because if we were not made in gods image why would monkeys want to copy us?

            Clearly the fact that monkeys and humans are similar means not that we evolved from them, but that god made us and monkeys are works of the devil that seek to confuse and manipulate humans into believeing wack-job theories like evolution. This is shown in a well known documentary entitled “Planet of the Apes.” Humans must rise up and eradicate these spawns of satan before they eat all our bananas and corrupt the minds of more innocent people.

            Thank you for taking time to read this paper. I hope that you are wise enough to see that god is real and the banana is proof of it. I also hope that you are willing to join in the fight to save humanity from monkey kind. All these things that darwinists cite as proofs of evolution are acutally proofs of god, if you take the time to think about them logically. If we continue to let the devil have his way, a planet of apes may not be so far off.

9 February 2012

Quentin

            Quentin sighed and continued flipping through the book of wards. He knew he should be grateful that he had been chosen to join the Order of White at such a young age, and yet he could not help but to feel a little slighted that he had had to spend the last several months studying wards so he could pass the exams, on top of his training as a White Night.

            The Citadel made all students take a rigorous series of exams before they were allowed to join any of the various covenants in the world. Quentin had been selected at age 13 to enter into training for the Order of White, the youngest ever, however in order to join them he first had to pass the examinations, something most 10^th year students had difficulty doing, and here he was trying to do it in his 5^th year.

            On the day of his 14^th name day he would take the exams, and provided he passed he would take the tests to join the White Knights the following day. He was not worried about the Order of White’s tests, they were field tests in which you had to actually create wards and prove your skill, and Quentin could handle that, it was the written examinations of the Citadel he feared.

             The Yellow Road

S

leep and Simon were sitting around the fire, waiting for the next group of travelers to pass by. Sleep was sitting on a log sharpening his dagger; the sound of stone on steel rang through the air. When he was finished he sheathed his dirk and said, “Hey barbeque, when ya figure the next crew will be passing by?”

Simon grimaced at the name. Half of his face had been horribly burned when he was younger, and because of this a few of his more daring brothers had taken to calling him barbeque. “My name is Simon,” he growled “You would do to remember that, and to remember who is in command here. White

Beard put me in charge here not you, get over it. As to the next wagon, Tome sent a raven saying that there was a wagon heading this way from Roth.”

                They were camped on the Yellow road, between the trade city of Paul, and the desert city of Roth.  It was not uncommon for Simon and his band to set up shop in a place with such lucrative business.

Shalina Brownfield

                 january 27, 2012

you belong to me I believe

last night the moon seemed to say something but anna didn’t know why is cause she has cancer she hoped one day her crush would come up to her and put her in his arms she goes up to him she gets nervous  she just wants him to know how she feels nobody knows what it is like to have cancer nobody knows hw it feels everyone laughs as if they don’t even know her parents try to make things better but it never gets better it just gets worse every second of the day she has treatments but to her she thinks tothinks it doesn’t work she thinks to herself if I die I will never get to tell my crush how I feel she lays in bed crying wondring how everyonr will if shes gone th next day her crush comes up to her and says im sorry to hear about the bad news and anna just looks at him with tears in her eyes and says why me out of everyne why me and walks awaythe next morning she didn’t wake up her mom knew it was the end.

Febuary 15 2012

The mountains

Once upon of time there was this little girl she had her tied up her clothes were old fashion her shoes were like slippers they were pink not something an ordainary girl would where but this little girl wasn’t  ordainary she was from th mountains and she wanted to leave that place but her parents dso she didn’t want to leave so she decide d the only way she was gonna was to walk so she packed her old fashion clothes and her pink slippers stuffed them in a bag and started walking down the mountain then she  came to the town that had cars.

March 28, 2012

                There was this little girl she was about nine she had so many friends he only cause she was popular and she got everything she wanted she was spoiled her mom gave everything her dad was on a business trip so she never got  see him that much well one night her dad came home she gave him a big hug and she went to bed her mom and dad were talking in the kitchen that night he was saying  how he lost his job and that they cant afford the house anymore emily was so mad she was gonna run away so she didn’t have to move.

April  25, 2012

Ensnared with flowers

                There was a little girl she had blonde hair blue eyes her hair flowed behide her as she ran threw the green grass every morning she would be outside and picking flowers she came inside at dawn dirty with dirt everywhere her mom didn’t mind that the whole yard was destroyed cause she was just a little kid now that she grown she sits by a tree and reads books while the flowers flow as if they really like the story she reads sits their until its dawn then she goes inside the flowers w ill be waiting in the morning

2 april 2012

Fighting back 

            It was the first week of may since lolly skittles has been locked up in that stupid jail cell we don’t know when she’s getting out or coming home she didn’t even do anything there was other victims too her sister said well she’s gonna be in court tomarrow she was on trial trying to fight back but whatever she said wasn’t good enough cause they kept asking questions finally she said ok me and my friends were at the park a car pulled up and clair got out she was the popular of the popular’s then her boyfriend got out she was making jokes and my friend didn’t like it so she pushed in the lake but we didn’t know she didn’t know how to swim so we left we thought her boyfriend was gonna help her cause that’s the right thing to do but he left.

Jenny Vang

May 10, 2012

A New Tune

Silence embraced her lonely heart

Bringing her back to the start

Where she had everything

And when she wanted, she could get anything

Through those times things had changed

And loneliness had emerged from its range

Now all she had is her quivering voice

Sitting alone without any choice

Humming to the once enchanted moon

With a hint of a new broken tune

May 10, 2012

Goodbye Today

I never seem to say goodbye to yesterday

But I found myself saying goodbye to today

Forgive all my wrongs, forgive all my mistakes

I need no more but to take a break

You’ve caught me fallin’, you’ve caught me tryin’

You’ve caught me cryin’, you’ve caught me dyin’

And today you’ve caught me losing

My choices of choosing

Goodbye to her, goodbye to him

Goodbye to you, goodbye to them

And if you care, we’ll meet again

But from today on, we’ll play pretend

I never seem to say goodbye to yesterday

But I found myself saying goodbye to today

Forgive all my wrongs, forgive all my mistakes

But from today on, my life he’ll take

May 10, 2012

Illness

Remembering your presence

Was all that is left to share

Breathing in your lost sense

Left me cold and lonely here

I missed everything about you

Then reality hits me

My imaginations weren’t true

And darkness left me here to be

The coldness of an empty heart

Was emerging through my soul

I was slowly torn apart

And what came out were illness moles

I’ve tried to catch my breath

As I saw that I’ve grown out

From pureness to ice of threads

There I knew I was in the wrong route

Living without someone like you

Made my life so despair

Trying to catch up on what to do

Is more than nothing if you’re not here

May 10, 2012

Today

                In this day we are here to remember the people we loved most. In this very place was where they ended our memories, but never forget that they will never want us to forget them. Although we may live another day knowing that they’re gone, they will forever be in our heart. Close your eyes, you can still feel their presence here, they are watching over us and will forever protect us. In this fire they lost their lives, but in this fire they also lost their misery. What causes this? No one knows, but I prayed to God hoping he’ll hold justice to what was right and to what was wrong.

                This is just another chance of making the world a better place. Let’s keep moving and remembering that everything that happens in this cruel has its cause. I can see us learning this and making it happen.

                Let’s cry to those we love, because the day we met them to the day we’re with them and till the day they’re gone, everything we had was from pure love. Let’s wait patiently because one day, we’ll meet again.

May 10, 2012

Even Though

Time went by so fast

Yet the pain heel so slow

The things I said in the past

Seem to never hit the flow

I know that I’ve done wrong

But still, please be strong

Even though I acted as if I hated you

Even though I acted as if you were nothing

I can’t bring myself to lose you

‘Cause you are more to me than something

Even though I’ve made you cry

Even though I’ve brought you pain

I promised I would never lie

Because hurting you drives me insane

Cursing myself to death

For ever letting go

I knew you wouldn’t come back

But I’m begging please don’t go

Randy Ramos

If animals talked

                Everything changed when we found out that animals had the ability to speak.  Every animal, from the largest wale to the smallest ant.  At first people were surprised and thought they had gone crazy, others just accepted it.  We all thought it was a good sign meaning we would all understand each other and get along better.  We were wrong.  The animals had different plans; they demanded that we stopped killing them for sport, food, and protection.  We would not agree to that, and then they rebelled.  It took almost ten years to finally agree most of their demands.  Then their last demand came, destroy all weapons, we all laughed at this saying we would never agree to do.  We were already reduced to vegetarian and taken away from some of our homes, now they want to take away our weapons, our only need for protection.  They have to be joking, we would never agree to such stupidity.  They declared war on us that very day.  What did we do?  We shrugged it off, thinking they were no match for our superior intelligence and power.  We would come to curse those very ideas later. 

The animals were far more organized and battle ready than we ever expected.  Sending every bird and bug they hag in their arsenal to destroy our crops was their first move.  We were able to counter it of course, but not without thousands of people dying of starvation over the following months.  They switched to offence immediately, sending those same birds and bugs to attack our people nonstop until we were forced to hiding into our homes from protection.  Although  not a lot of people died during this attack, people were blinded and severely wounded.  While we were cowering in our homes, the power assault began, tigers, lions, gorillas, elephants, rhinos, even bulls began the purging.  Our guns did nothing to help defend the towns.  We were no match for their sheer power and numbers.  The bulls and elephants destroyed whatever building was in their sight; many lives were lost during the demolition.  The ones who survived were running for their lives, getting run over by charging rhinos and being picked off by the giant cats.  The few who did manage to escape the massacre were trying to escape town, only to have massive gorillas waiting for them at every major exit.  In other words, they knew exactly what they were doing.  Even our house pets seemed to turn on us, giving valuable information about their former masters.   Some loyal domestic animals remained with us, warning us what was going to happen before it was too late.  But by then many people did not trust them and had them caged for our protection.  Planes and ships were no good, the birds blocked the pilots view, intending for the planes to crash and marine animals just sank any ship they came across with.  They were everywhere and seemed to know everything, almost as if they were planning it from the very start.  We had no chance to begin with; the human population was down by more than half within the first year of the war, they showed no mercy.  It’s not like we did anything to attack, we did, it’s just that they were more driven for their cause.  In their eyes we were nothing but savages bent on domination, they saw the war as a means to save the world from its truest evil, humans.  Maybe their right, we brought this war upon ourselves, maybe if we would have gotten rid of our weapons maybe this would have never happen.  Maybe this war was always meant to happen; they had given us time to advance our race so we would be a worthy opponent for them.  In the end it doesn’t matter, we failed to prevent human inhalation.  Even as I write in this journal, we are the last of the human race.  So I bid farewell for whoever might be reading this, for they are coming.  

March 2, 2012

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                In battle Ezquiel truly felt at his element, nothing satisfied him more than to eliminate the evil that slipped into the world.  He was a War General, a rank only bestowed to the elite of the elite; this meant that in the midst of battle no one outranked him.   When he earned his title everyone was at an outrage, not because he received it, but because of how young Ezquiel was.  Twenty seven years of age, by far the youngest and strongest of the war generals there is.  He knew this was the reason for all the jealousy and hatred other officers had towards him; they thought he was pulling some strings or had inside connections.  No, he earned his title because he truly was one of the best warriors there ever was, he was strong, fast, agile, deadly with any weapon, and above all else he was a brilliant strategist.  Ezquiel was a big man, not muscle upon muscle, or nearly as huge as the other war generals, but if you saw him from a distant the last thing to cross your mind is to mess with him.

Ezquiel was sent on a high ranked mission, now he was in the midst of battle.  Move slightly to the left, stab the open chest, duck, sever attacker’s legs, stand up, decapitate unaware enemy.  Three enemies down without breaking a sweat, it would seem alright if they were low class demons, but they weren’t.  These were sentries, some of the best demon warriors.  The objective was simple; kill the demons before they reach the city, this was a mission of up most importance.  Only one could go, for if a group went the demons would see it coming and scatter, they chose Ezquiel because he was skilled and powerful enough to eliminate the threat with ease.  Something went wrong from the beginning though, somehow they sensed him and started an all out attack.  Something felt wrong; he was killing them too easily, almost if they were low ranking demons.  Their armor seemed to say otherwise, it was too well made for it to be used by the grunts yet they were falling like grunts, without even putting on a fight.  “Why is this to easy, why did they engage me when they sensed me, why did they not scatter like they usually do.  Were they waiting for me, dear god were they planning this?”  It finally hit him; this was an ambush, sending the weak against him so he wouldn’t see the real attack coming until it was too late.  Ezquiel felt like an idiot, the fact that they did not scatter should have tipped him off, he had to get out of this mess quick.  Before he even realized it Ezquiel got run through with a blade, intentional or not, the blade did not pierce any vital organs, this was technically a minor wound for him.  Ezquiel turned around to see a tall dark figure with glowing green eyes.  It was none other than the Lord Demon holding a sword through him with a cruel smile on his face.  “Poor Ezquiel, betrayed by his own leaders to die by my hand” Ezquiel managed to yank the sword free from his body.   The words shocked him, “what the hell did you just say” he said as he gridded his teeth, “Did I stutter, I said that you were betrayed by your own kind young warrior.”  Ezquiel almost laughed out loud “Yeah and you’re the Lord of the Angel’s, if you’re going to try to mess with my mind at least put some effort into it” “Think what you will Ezquiel, but you and I both know that you would have been dead if I wished it.”  Without even realizing it he found himself nodding with the Lord Demon’s reply, “My minions received a message from your elders saying that you were to be eliminated; it instructed us what to do and where to go.”  “OK let’s just assume that I believe you, no, I can’t believe you, how can I believe you”, “have you noticed that my demons stopped attacking as soon as I struck you, or that I missed all internal organs and major arteries, that wasn’t on accident.”  He was making sense, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe him, “Looks like someone rose through the ranks quickly and others in high places felt threatened by you, young War General. You may not believe me, but you and I know that I am telling the truth.”  His instincts were telling Ezquiel to actually trust this Demon, suddenly he thought of something.  “There is a major flaw in your story Demon” “Oh, and what is that” “You said that the plan was to eliminate me, so why did you let me live, why am I still alive when the agreement was for you to kill me.”  “That’s completely true, the agreement was for us to kill you but when have you known for demons to keep their word.  What I see here is an opportunity for you and I to work together and bring those bastards down once and for all, it’s not often that we get a War General on our side.  They already showed that they are willing to bring you down for their own personal purpose.  And as you know we demons have been at war with you warriors for a very long time.”  Ezquiel could believe what he was hearing “You’re asking me to join the demons and betray them” “No, I’m asking for you to help us take them down and take revenge for what they did to you Ezquiel.  So….. What do you say?”

March 26, 2012

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            It had been two months since the demons have taken him in, Ezquiel had thought that the demonic lair would had been crawling with hideous demons, but he had been wrong.  Their community was actually as advanced as the warriors; he still couldn’t believe that he was in the heart of the demons home.  At first he was uneasy of the place, plus his name was known here, every demon has heard of the great demon slayer Ezquiel.  This was not a good thing, even though the Demon Lord gave orders to not attack his guest there were still times when he had to draw his sword.  “Poor Ezquiel, betrayed by his own leaders to die by my hand”, the words he spoke still remained in his head, how could they do this.  He did not know the reasons, only one thing was clear to him, he was going to kill the warrior responsible for this, and anyone who dared get in his way.

            Meal time was all ways a little uneasy there, since the demons main food source were humans Ezquiel had to make sure what was being fed to him.  He still remembered the conversation that he had with the Lord Demon about the issue and still felt that it was wrong, but there was nothing that he could do.  “Why do you eat humans?”  “Why do eat cows, chickens, and pork?”  “Well, it’s because they provide the required vitamins and minerals that our bodies need to live, if we don’t eat we will die.”  “Same here, humans are the only food source that will not make us sick; humans provide the essentials for our bodies to survive.  Without humans, we would die.”  “You do realize that we hunt you for eating humans, it’s not the only reason, but its reason enough.”“Well you warriors seem to think high and mighty of yourself, the only reason you think its wrong is because you humans actually thing you’re the highest life forms out of the whole universe.  Do you think that the animals you kill and eat would retaliate if they could talk, and what would happen in the world if the animals you murder would speak up and call it murder?  You think that us eating is wrong because you humans have feelings, the animals think it’s horrible but you humans don’t care because you’re superior.  You said that the reason for you to eat animals is for survival, well the same goes for us, we eat to survive.”  Those very words shocked Ezquiel, they did make sense but it was going against everything he believed in.

            Months past and Ezquiel was getting impatient, to pass time he had been sparring with demon sentries.  Though Ezquiel was better at combat, there were still techniques he learned to better hone his skills.  Time finally came and the Demon Lord was ready to instruct Ezquiel of their attack, “We told them that we managed to kill you, so they won’t be expecting a surprise attack.  We need you to deactivate the shields that have been placed around the fortress, once that’s done ill send my finest demons in and begin the onslaught.”  “Wait not everyone has to die, only the ones responsible.”  “This is our chance to finally wipe out the warriors, the ones who betrayed you, and you don’t want to do it.”  “I’m just saying not all the warriors were in on my ambush so they don’t have to die.”  “I haven’t told you what the reward was for us killing you” this perked his ears up “what was your reward, demon” “one hundred thousand humans, the time has come for you to decide whether you’re still a Warrior by blood, or avenger by heart.” He couldn’t believe what he just heard, if this were true then more than just a couple of Warriors knew about his attack.  Did the Warriors finally sink as low as the Demons, or is this their true face of evil, one thing was for sure though, “They are all going to pay, by my hand, they will all die.”

            In the dark corners of the demon lair was a Demon Lord contempt with himself, finally things were going his way, then, and only then he smiled a very cruel smile.

No Mercy

            Deactivating the shields wasn’t hard, since the Warriors thought he was dead they did not even think about changing the shields.  As soon as Ezquiel deactivated the shields thousands upon thousands of Demonic Sentries marched in, Ezquiel could begin to hear the cries of unsuspecting warriors begging for their lives.  The onslaught has begun

            Once inside the Warriors fortress Ezquiel went on a rampage, cutting down warriors left and right, none were a match for him.  They had no right to live; he would have forgiven them if the ambush was just a set up for him, but to bring in one hundred thousand innocent lives into this mess was unforgivable. They got no mercy from his blade, their face said everything, surprise and anger for him being alive.  It did not matter if he was surrounded; Ezquiel took them all on, one by one they fell.  He did not go around looking for a fight like the Demons did, but if confronted Ezquiel wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.  They didn’t matter to him all he was after were the other War Generals, they were the ones who probably knew who wanted to get rid of him.  When Ezquiel was in the middle of battle he saw one, General “Dragon Jaw” Ruger the legendary war hero of Valenne, he single handedly took down fifteen Demon Sentries with one blow.  Ruger was massive, seven foot three hundred pounds of raw muscle, short pitch black hair, and the eyes of a cold hearted killer.  Finally someone worthy enough to test Ezquiel’s skills, Ezquiel finished taking down the group of warriors that engaged him and charged at the massive General.  “Ruger!” was all Ezquiel managed to say before he managed to doge Ruger’s blade, “what, you’re still alive you little punk” Ezquiel didn’t respond he only dodged and attacked with no mercy.  As he expected Ruger was way more powerful than any opponent he ever faced, this wasn’t going to be easy, “Who set the hit on me!” “You should be dead Ezquiel; the only way to get the answer is to kill me” Ruger said in a booming voice, “So be it”. 

            The battle was fierce, neither Ezquiel nor Ruger seemed to give in, at first it seemed to be nothing but skill and strength at its fullest, but as it progressed the fight was nothing more than two monsters going at it with brute force.  These two were among the best Warriors that this world has ever seen, the sheer force of this battle was devastating the city.  Normally if Ezquiel fight for half an hour without breaking a sweat, but this time his opponent is different, Ruger was not the type of man that would underestimate Ezquiel he would not hold anything back.  As the battle wore on Ruger showed signs of slowing down, Ezquiel needed to finish this and fast.  Ruger charged with a series of punches powerful enough to shake mountains, Ezquiel swiftly evaded these as he got closer to him.  Ezquiel has been stabbing Ruger in the ribs every time he had a chance, it wasn’t a lot but still it had to do some damage sooner or later, in this case the stabbing was barely beginning to take effect.  Ezquiel saw his opening when Ruger wasn’t attacking as fiercely with his left arm, this is his chance to finally end this.  Ezquiel made his way towards Ruger’s left side, as soon as Ruger saw this he used all his force to do 720 degree double lariat spin, the split second Ruger spun Ezquiel stuck his sword into the left ribs.  The sheer force of the spin and the way Ezquiel stabbed him was enough to rip Ruger’s stomach open, Ruger dropped to the floor the moment later.  The only thing that Ezquiel regretted was not being able to get any information out of Ruger, “where do you think you’re going punk, I’m not done yet” came Ruger’s failing voice.  How was this possible the man literally had his guts out of him, “listen carefully punk, defeating me doesn’t mean you have won this war, in this fortress there are more Generals with the same strength I have.  You are all worn out, how can you possibly defeat all of them all by yourself, the reason for the generals for calling the hit on you was for this very purpose.  We thought that with your power great evil would come, it seems we were right, punk” these were the last words of the great hero of Valenne General Ruger “Dragon Jaw” , to make sure he died right Ezquiel decapitated him on the spot.

Truth

            The Battle with Ruger left Ezquiel with no strength and serious wounds; he still kept moving onward no matter how severe his wounds were.  Ruger was one of the strongest War Generals the Warriors had so Ezquiel figured that the rest of the battle should be pretty straightforward.  “So you’re the one who is leading this attack, Ezquiel” came and old voice, a voice that Ezquiel knew well, it was the voice of his mentor Deevan.

  The though on him having to kill Deevan sickened him, “Deevan I know how this makes me look, but I’m doing this for a good cause.  I do not know if you have any idea what was happened to me, but in the overall it is the Warriors who need to pay, not me.”  Deevan looked at Ezquiel with an intense stare, finally he broke the silence “I am fully aware of what was done to you Ezquiel, and I also know what the Warriors cover up story was.  I am also very disappointed in you Ezquiel, not only did you side with the Demon Lord himself, but you also kill one of our greatest Warrior.”  “If you’re trying to make me feel guilty Deevan it won’t work, I stand by the decisions I have made, furthermore, what exactly was my cover up story” Ezquiel said as he felt his anger rising, “Oh you know, Ezquiel refused to take Warriors with him to complete his next mission, he was overrun by Demon Sentries and killed, his body was never found.  Real convincing story if you ask me, some people wept knowing that that their fabled hero died in battle.  I think there was a monument built in your honor, the question is how will the Warriors cope their beloved comrade has risen from the dead and is helping the Demon’s in destroying their home.” His word shocked Ezquiel to the core, could it be true that not everyone knew about his attack, “So I take it that not everyone knew about the innocent lives wasted in bargaining with the Demons.”  “Those lives were a necessary sacrifice for the greater good” Deevan said in a care free tone, “Those lives were given to the Demons so they could kill me!” “And it is you who is helping those very Demons!”  “How is the killing of one hundred thousand innocent people for the greater good?  How could you just stand there after knowing what was done to those people, after knowing what was done to me!”  Deevan’s glare darkened “I will tell you the exact words passed down to the Leaders of the Warriors, A time will come when he will surpass every Warrior at a young age, he will be the strongest most naturally skilled Warrior, you should praise him, you should fear him, this Warrior will destroy us all.  You see Ezquiel there is little doubt that you are the Warrior mentioned in these words, it didn’t take me long realize it when you where but a child, that’s why I took you in and made myself your mentor.  When the rest found this out they wanted you eliminated for every one’s safety, Looks like the words were right about you Ezquiel, you and the Lord Demon will bring down everything the Warriors stand for.  Pleas Ezquiel stop this right now, there is no reason to continue this onslaught.”

 Ezquiel’s eyes were at the verge of tears at hearing the words of his mentor, “If the Warriors hadn’t tried to kill me this wouldn’t have been happening, I’m sorry Deevan but I cannot go back.”  “I see, this means that by me being a Warrior I have an obligation to kill you, I know that I am no match for you Ezquiel but that does not mean I will go down without a fight.”  Ezquiel’s eyes were watery by this moment, “As you wish, father.”

            The battle was over within seconds, Deevan was no match Ezquiel and he knew it, the fight cost Ezquiel more than his father.  This fight caused the little shred of forgiveness that Ezquiel had for the Warriors to fade away into Darkness.

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            The attack started on midnight now the sun was coming up, the bodies of dead Warriors and Demons covered the floor of the fortress, it was a bloody massacre.  It became apparent that there was no end to the Demon numbers and the Warriors began to fade, one by one the Warriors died off.  Ezquiel was enraged, it did not matter what happened to him, all that mattered to him was the Warriors death.  He was not the sort of man that craved glory, he didn’t care for boasts, he killed the Warriors quickly and efficiently. He didn’t need to talk or taunt, the results would be the same, in the end any one foolish enough to cross his path would die

            He had just seen two Warriors dispatch twenty Demons with ease and were now headed towards him, “It’s Ezquiel, kill that bastard” one of them yelled. As they came closer Ezquiel recognized  that the one who yelled was a pompous Warrior named Dale who thought too much of himself, he was a fool.  Ezquiel was certain that the other Warrior no threat to him, but Dale was a different story altogether, Dale stopped in front of him and fixed Ezquiel with at menacing glare.  “Well Ezquiel, it looks like the angle’s smile upon me …..” that was all he said before Ezquiel slammed his sword into his neck and pulled it down towards his stomach.  The force was so great that Ezquiel could hear Dale’s ribcage break; Dale was left in a gurgling fit awaiting death.  The Warrior that was left just stood there never taking his eyes off of Dale’s bloody body, it was obvious that he recently completed his training and hadn’t seen an actual battle yet.  Ezquiel felt a pang of pity for this rookie, “Do you know who I am” the recruit just nodded his head, to frightened to do anything else.  “Then tell me” there was a short pause, as if he was choosing his words carefully, “Everyone knows who you are, you’re Ezquiel, the greatest Warrior that ever lived.  You died about a year ago while on a mission and nobody ever found your body, but you’re alive aren’t you.  You betrayed the Warriors, now you’re the one leading the attack.”  “Well you have most of the story correct except for the part that I betrayed the Warriors, they are the ones who betrayed me”, “Lies, they’re all lies, you wanted power so you decided to take on the Warriors!”  “Who’s the one that told you this”, “It was the mighty War Generals, shortly after the attack began they sent words of who was leading the attack.  Everyone thought it was a some kind of joke; nobody dared believe that you of all people would lead an attack on the Warriors.  You’re the person every young Warrior in training wants to be when they become full fledged Warriors” by this point he was beginning to choke up, if Ezquiel had any hate or pity for this Warrior his face did not show it.  “If you don’t want to die then run, get the hell out of hear and cry yourself to sleep every night.  If you choose to fight me I won’t show any mercy and kill you in a heartbeat.  If you don’t believe what I say, then stick around and see for your self” the kid just stood there thinking of his options, he looked at his sword and then at Ezquiel and took off running.  “How cute, Ezquiel the merciless feels sorry for new recruit and leaves him be, I guess dying made you soft” Ezquiel turned around to see three War Generals all ready to attack.  He knew all three of them; he also knew he had no chance of survival if he clashed with the three of them, “Luciala, Balderog, Zenthus, it really is a surprise to see you working together, are you really that scared of me.”  “Don’t play dumb Ezquiel, we know that the fight with Drugar took everything out of you.  All three of us are here to make sure of your death, in your weak state you alone cannot manage to defeat us all.”  “Who said that he is alone?” came a cruel voice “the way I see it its three on two , those are good odds for us” Ezquiel turned around to see a frightful image of a Lord Demon.  His body armor was covered in shiny red gloss, at first glance someone might assume it’s just the armors gloss but in fact it’s the blood of countless Warriors.  His glowing green eyes saw any sudden movement any Warrior dared to make.  “What took you so long Demon” “I was taking care of some personal business, no matter I’m here now, let’s get to work”