An lontra strode silently down the dim hall.
His pelt was black as night and his eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day.
He wore a black tunic, which came down a little past his knees.
From the way he walked to the sly glint in his eyes, it was clear that he was crafty, daring and fierce.
He was young, yes, but he was the most advanced in his classes.
He had won duels with experienced warriors, beat the best archers and had even stolen comida from behind the cook’s back.
The Wave Warriors would be lucky to have him in their army, if he stood up to their expectations.
Would he?
He would try.
He would try with all his might.
He was Black Iron the assassin.
With a polite nod to the guards, Damon entered the large parliament. Candlelight flickered off the faces of the seven chieftains, who were seated in a large semi-circle.
Damon stood at attention and awaited orders.
No one spoke or even seems to notice that he was there.
He gazed around him.
The mural was made of limestone, on which hung drawings of fearsome battles, framed in bronze.
There were no windows, the only light came from candles which stood on holders of pure gold.
One of the chairs, they were made from cereja trees, was empty.
Damon did not have long to wait.
Soon Athaliah strolled in and took her place.
She was a very pretty esquilo maiden and unusually young for a chief.
“As you know, the slave trade has returned.” Begin the badger, Garcon, who was known for his wisdom in the ways of war. “It has increased rapidly, ’till it has become a manger problem for the southern coast.”
“No one is safe.” Interrupted Eban, a kind, old sea otter.
“Yes,” Said the rato warrior, Redlark. “They take anyone and anything that can be of use to them. They slay the sick and the elderly and burn the land. The slaves are taken to one of many islands ‘bout seven days journey from the coast.”
Garcon explained that they were being sold to all manor of vermin for any purpose.
The island that Damon was to go to was ruled por Captain Ragen, an evil stoat, and his horde.
“We hope that with Ragen dead, his horde will fall into discord. Then we can send our army in. That’s why we called you, Black Iron. We need you to assassinate Ragen.”
His pelt was black as night and his eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day.
He wore a black tunic, which came down a little past his knees.
From the way he walked to the sly glint in his eyes, it was clear that he was crafty, daring and fierce.
He was young, yes, but he was the most advanced in his classes.
He had won duels with experienced warriors, beat the best archers and had even stolen comida from behind the cook’s back.
The Wave Warriors would be lucky to have him in their army, if he stood up to their expectations.
Would he?
He would try.
He would try with all his might.
He was Black Iron the assassin.
With a polite nod to the guards, Damon entered the large parliament. Candlelight flickered off the faces of the seven chieftains, who were seated in a large semi-circle.
Damon stood at attention and awaited orders.
No one spoke or even seems to notice that he was there.
He gazed around him.
The mural was made of limestone, on which hung drawings of fearsome battles, framed in bronze.
There were no windows, the only light came from candles which stood on holders of pure gold.
One of the chairs, they were made from cereja trees, was empty.
Damon did not have long to wait.
Soon Athaliah strolled in and took her place.
She was a very pretty esquilo maiden and unusually young for a chief.
“As you know, the slave trade has returned.” Begin the badger, Garcon, who was known for his wisdom in the ways of war. “It has increased rapidly, ’till it has become a manger problem for the southern coast.”
“No one is safe.” Interrupted Eban, a kind, old sea otter.
“Yes,” Said the rato warrior, Redlark. “They take anyone and anything that can be of use to them. They slay the sick and the elderly and burn the land. The slaves are taken to one of many islands ‘bout seven days journey from the coast.”
Garcon explained that they were being sold to all manor of vermin for any purpose.
The island that Damon was to go to was ruled por Captain Ragen, an evil stoat, and his horde.
“We hope that with Ragen dead, his horde will fall into discord. Then we can send our army in. That’s why we called you, Black Iron. We need you to assassinate Ragen.”
What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids or teens just like the disney filmes and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.
I really admire people who succed with composição literária a book,drawing comics or anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.
So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil saia and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable amor as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil saia and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable amor as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
You couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one mais thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one mais thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.