Talow clutched the plans, watching his fellow United Flame and Sword soldiers as they shook their heads and muttered amongst themselves. He saw a few lower their swords and armas just to have them raised again after receiving looks from their superiors.
“You don't understand, if we continue the way we are this war will never end! We'll continue fighting with the Bellators until who knows when.” He looked towards Luca who wouldn't make eye contact with him. “You use fuel like it can be dug from the ground instead of traded for at the market. You don't see that everything is running out or already has.” He could feel the small vial of liquid he had taken from início digging into his side.
“Who suddenly made you the spokesperson for us?” One of the soldiers asked. A few nodded and looked at each other like they didn't know how to make a decision for themselves.
“I...” Talow spoke but was cut off por another soldier stepping to the front of the crowd. Raza.
“You speak like you know all. Like you're perfect and the rest of us are savage animals. Your family used the same things our families did before this all happened. They had automobiles and aeroplanes just like ours. You say we did all this.” He gestured at everything around them. “That we ruined the world and plunged us into this war. Why don't you think about yourself, what you've done. What your family did in the Old Age.” Raza stood watching Talow, pure hatred in his eyes. Talow didn't know what to say. It had never struck him that his ancestors were just as guilty as everyone else. He looked at the plans held in is fist, was it worth the risk? Sharing these with those who were already over their heads in war or who simply didn't care? Talow lowered his gaze and tucked the plans into an inside pocket.
“What do you want me to say? That I'm as guilty as you all are? I'll admit it, my family probable used their share of natural resources but we're different. We need to stop where they left off and start over. We need to make a better world that doesn't rely on fossil fuels and destruction.” Talow met the eyes of the soldiers who were looking. Seeing sons, fathers, uncles and friends. All had been torn from themselves to fight in a war that had been going on for generations. Boys not much older then he was, and men old enough to have families of their own. Everyone one of them had the ability to change but none knew how. Talow was telling them how, but were they listening.
Silence fell over them all. Gunshots could be heard in the distance from battles going on deeper in the city and in villages like his own. Talow watched emotions fly across faces, disappearing beneath the scar worn faces hardened por fighting for their lives. One solider caught Talow's attention the most. Raza, the ex-Bellator who had tried to kill him during his first few days as a soldier. Raza wasn't looking at the ground like most, or even at the others; instead he was looking past Talow at the jungle not five feet behind him. His eyes never left the green leaves as his hand went up to his jaw, tapping twice with three fingers. Talow didn't understand what he was doing but that didn't matter. From the foliage, battle cries and gun fogo broke out as a group of Bellators leap from the jungle and started firing on the UFS. These were met with answering shots and jets of flame as the UFS fought back.
Talow was caught in the cruz fire. He dropped to the ground and covered his head, crawling towards the UFS soldiers as the fought against the surprise attack. Nobody knew what was happening except that they were being threatened. Talow found a spot where he could stand and draw his sword, the sound of steel on steel met his ears as others did the same and struck out at the Bellators. Talow swung his blade as another came towards him. The two blades met and sent each holder back a few steps as the battle roared around them. Talow looked up to see his opponent, Raza. He stood tall with fogo in his eyes.
“But I thought...” Raza caught him off again with another strike.
“You though wrong. Did you really think I would just run away from battle, run from the chance to slice apart the UFS? Ha! All we needed was to get you into one place where we could plan an ambush. I told you about his alley and you took it.” Raza laughed as he slit the sleeve from Talow's arm exposing his UFS brand, now a thin line ran through it as blood created a scarlet ribbon down his arm. Talow felt used. He had trusted Raza and put his life in his hands. He had saved him from execution and this was how he was re-payed! Talow felt fury building up inside him as the sword in his hands took on a life of its own. He slashed at Raza, giving him a matching scar down his arm and a hilt to the jaw. Raza held a hand to his jaw as he blocked Talow's blade. He was the better fighter having done this for years and Talow was an easy opponent. Talow could feel the muscles in his arm straining as he lunged and shielded himself. He caught a glimpse of some of the boys from battalion V35 fighting to his left against a crew of Bellators much older and mais experienced then them. He could already see bodies piling up with bullets torn through them and burns marking the flesh. The past little while felt like a dream; being recruited, joining forces with Luca and fighting with these boys who felt like family. All of this was being taken away from him and there was nothing he could do about it except fight.
“You don't understand, if we continue the way we are this war will never end! We'll continue fighting with the Bellators until who knows when.” He looked towards Luca who wouldn't make eye contact with him. “You use fuel like it can be dug from the ground instead of traded for at the market. You don't see that everything is running out or already has.” He could feel the small vial of liquid he had taken from início digging into his side.
“Who suddenly made you the spokesperson for us?” One of the soldiers asked. A few nodded and looked at each other like they didn't know how to make a decision for themselves.
“I...” Talow spoke but was cut off por another soldier stepping to the front of the crowd. Raza.
“You speak like you know all. Like you're perfect and the rest of us are savage animals. Your family used the same things our families did before this all happened. They had automobiles and aeroplanes just like ours. You say we did all this.” He gestured at everything around them. “That we ruined the world and plunged us into this war. Why don't you think about yourself, what you've done. What your family did in the Old Age.” Raza stood watching Talow, pure hatred in his eyes. Talow didn't know what to say. It had never struck him that his ancestors were just as guilty as everyone else. He looked at the plans held in is fist, was it worth the risk? Sharing these with those who were already over their heads in war or who simply didn't care? Talow lowered his gaze and tucked the plans into an inside pocket.
“What do you want me to say? That I'm as guilty as you all are? I'll admit it, my family probable used their share of natural resources but we're different. We need to stop where they left off and start over. We need to make a better world that doesn't rely on fossil fuels and destruction.” Talow met the eyes of the soldiers who were looking. Seeing sons, fathers, uncles and friends. All had been torn from themselves to fight in a war that had been going on for generations. Boys not much older then he was, and men old enough to have families of their own. Everyone one of them had the ability to change but none knew how. Talow was telling them how, but were they listening.
Silence fell over them all. Gunshots could be heard in the distance from battles going on deeper in the city and in villages like his own. Talow watched emotions fly across faces, disappearing beneath the scar worn faces hardened por fighting for their lives. One solider caught Talow's attention the most. Raza, the ex-Bellator who had tried to kill him during his first few days as a soldier. Raza wasn't looking at the ground like most, or even at the others; instead he was looking past Talow at the jungle not five feet behind him. His eyes never left the green leaves as his hand went up to his jaw, tapping twice with three fingers. Talow didn't understand what he was doing but that didn't matter. From the foliage, battle cries and gun fogo broke out as a group of Bellators leap from the jungle and started firing on the UFS. These were met with answering shots and jets of flame as the UFS fought back.
Talow was caught in the cruz fire. He dropped to the ground and covered his head, crawling towards the UFS soldiers as the fought against the surprise attack. Nobody knew what was happening except that they were being threatened. Talow found a spot where he could stand and draw his sword, the sound of steel on steel met his ears as others did the same and struck out at the Bellators. Talow swung his blade as another came towards him. The two blades met and sent each holder back a few steps as the battle roared around them. Talow looked up to see his opponent, Raza. He stood tall with fogo in his eyes.
“But I thought...” Raza caught him off again with another strike.
“You though wrong. Did you really think I would just run away from battle, run from the chance to slice apart the UFS? Ha! All we needed was to get you into one place where we could plan an ambush. I told you about his alley and you took it.” Raza laughed as he slit the sleeve from Talow's arm exposing his UFS brand, now a thin line ran through it as blood created a scarlet ribbon down his arm. Talow felt used. He had trusted Raza and put his life in his hands. He had saved him from execution and this was how he was re-payed! Talow felt fury building up inside him as the sword in his hands took on a life of its own. He slashed at Raza, giving him a matching scar down his arm and a hilt to the jaw. Raza held a hand to his jaw as he blocked Talow's blade. He was the better fighter having done this for years and Talow was an easy opponent. Talow could feel the muscles in his arm straining as he lunged and shielded himself. He caught a glimpse of some of the boys from battalion V35 fighting to his left against a crew of Bellators much older and mais experienced then them. He could already see bodies piling up with bullets torn through them and burns marking the flesh. The past little while felt like a dream; being recruited, joining forces with Luca and fighting with these boys who felt like family. All of this was being taken away from him and there was nothing he could do about it except fight.
Chapter 6
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give you some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If you do let's just say you will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping you trying to fight these things. You will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give you some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If you do let's just say you will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping you trying to fight these things. You will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Thursday
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black cinto, correia above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, or laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my círculo of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice or mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. por seguinte week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black cinto, correia above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, or laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my círculo of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice or mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. por seguinte week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
The Eden Chronicles is the main series set in Eden. Every book is from a different perspective. The books generally follow Edonian history in chronological order, but there may be a few exceptions. Here are the titles of the first six and final six books of the series.
A Place of Peace
The Founding of Cities
Draco: First King of the Dragons
The First Demons
The Ruling Council
Starlit Nights
A Little Bit mais Than Love
Rise of the Demons
Rokujo's Revolution
Rebuilding Eden
Truth and Lies
Pandora: Last queen of the Dragons
A Place of Peace
The Founding of Cities
Draco: First King of the Dragons
The First Demons
The Ruling Council
Starlit Nights
A Little Bit mais Than Love
Rise of the Demons
Rokujo's Revolution
Rebuilding Eden
Truth and Lies
Pandora: Last queen of the Dragons
"no" Kyle said. "I'm so sorry."
"What for? you were always there for us, what else could you have done?" James said.
"I could've been mais of a brother, instead of your leader." Kyle said and looked at his brother.
"But then what would I have gotten angry at you for then?" James said they smiled at each other.
"Take care of them.Kyle said, " Kyle croaked, "Please?" James nodded "I will." James wanted to say dont go or something, but he knew it was time. "I'll be watching you, hot-head." he said.
James looked down and didn't speak.
"I wish it were different to." Kyle told him. James hugged Kyle tightly, "Say hi to mum for me"
"I will, bye" Kyle cried on James' shoulder and he cried on Kyle's. "To let you know, I do need you."
"Your a funny kind of brother, aren't you!?" Kyle whispered. "Goodbye." said James.
"Look under my bed, remember Sheila" his eyelids growing heavy. "James. You couldn't have stopped this"
"What do I do without you?" James asked.
"Live on"
"What for? you were always there for us, what else could you have done?" James said.
"I could've been mais of a brother, instead of your leader." Kyle said and looked at his brother.
"But then what would I have gotten angry at you for then?" James said they smiled at each other.
"Take care of them.Kyle said, " Kyle croaked, "Please?" James nodded "I will." James wanted to say dont go or something, but he knew it was time. "I'll be watching you, hot-head." he said.
James looked down and didn't speak.
"I wish it were different to." Kyle told him. James hugged Kyle tightly, "Say hi to mum for me"
"I will, bye" Kyle cried on James' shoulder and he cried on Kyle's. "To let you know, I do need you."
"Your a funny kind of brother, aren't you!?" Kyle whispered. "Goodbye." said James.
"Look under my bed, remember Sheila" his eyelids growing heavy. "James. You couldn't have stopped this"
"What do I do without you?" James asked.
"Live on"