It was like
A thorny rose
Grew out from my side
It was painful
Very excruciating
And yet beautiful
Of course, there were blood
Buckets and gallons of blood
But there's the sweet scent
When the pain receptors were gone
I was asked to cut it
I know it'll be painful
I haven't thought
Whether I'd die or not
But I don't care.
Better be with the rose
And wither with it
Than die of longing
Friday, August 19, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Little Gray Bird and The Little Gray Man
“There was a bird. A beautiful, enigmatic and unforgettable bird. It flew away.”
It was a cold raining night. The place was cold, dark and gloomy, a dank and lonely forgotten paradise. In the air the smell of wet grass floated. The smell of old forgotten wet woods lingered. The glistening smell of wet youthful eyes was hovered. The smell of a wet dried-up beating forgotten gray heart slowly drifted away as the time walked by, said goodbye to yesterday and with open arms regretfully welcomed tomorrow.
A man walked embracing the darkness and moisture of the silvery gray alley. He was alone and he was cold. It was raining and the man carried his umbrella, holding the tip of the parasol at his grip and the lengthy slender metallic gray on his shoulder.
The man stepped on a dark puddle full of gray water and his cold splash sprinkled and glistened silvery a tire of a parked broken down old vehicle. The gray echo of the cold step whispered at the surrounding to the ears of gray bystanders, young ones with gray enthusiastic eyes and old one with grey aged and wise hair. The man’s shoe glowed eerily gray as he looked back and down to the puddle which he failed to notice and looked forward once more and continued to walk towards the same old gray path. Each steps louder than the previous, he heard it, counted it, observed it, the place was animated yet he just glanced at each object he saw and moved forward, this time more cautious of the gray dying ground.
“Same old things. Back and forth, forth and back. Nothing has changed, they never move, it’s as if they’re all trapped in time, locked from moving on, jailed away from changes. Or am I looked in it too?”
A little gray bird chirped from the land above, near the glowing lamp post pushing away the gray feeling downwards and safeguarding the territory of the sky. A sudden movement swayed and flew above from the cable lines to electric post. Little gray birds each glowing eminently from the light of the lamp post, each stared grayly sorrowful at each land walkers, each intently waiting for a thing to change but failed to wait, flew higher and left the walkers continue walking in circle.
“Birds? Angels? Creatures like those above the city? Most interesting, we the observers are being observed. We, the ones who always get disinterested at boring stuffs, are boring to them. Very interesting,” whispered the man out of impulse as another man in gray over-coat looked at him. A young gray-dressed girl looked at the man and ran away toward the other end of the street kissing the gray darkness where the man with parasol and who stepped on the puddle had walked to.
“Poor little girl, I hope, you would be different from the people in this place. Grow wings and fly, like the mythical angels of the city above us.”
The busy gray street. The man proceeded cautiously not ignoring each gray tears following from the red cheeks of a tired little kid, worn-out of youthful strength and joy from the gray blows of his angry master.
“It’s sad to keep on watching and yet I mustn’t close my eyes or I can’t. I couldn’t close it, else I want to step again at a puddle. Only this time, it’ll be for the worse.”
The gray rain slowed down and tiny droplets glistened sidewalks. The gray colors turned silvery, it sparkled cautiously as sudden shadows bursts on the street from the lamp post. The little gray birds came back, each with renewed enthusiast to observe again the known observers.
The man held his palm out of the covering of the parasol. It stopped raining. He folded his sparkling umbrella and looked upward to the sky. The little gray birds are now back, spying on the man with a parasol, observed him as he glanced back, without any enthusiast to notice the observers, and flew to another spot above and continued to look.
The man saw the little gray birds looking at him. He paid no attention to the observers as a mother fell from the muddy slope slid towards gray working man. The working man failed to hold his burdens, let it fell on the fallen mother. They all looked toward the scene not one gray soul helped the woman but another gray working man walked near and helped put back the load on top of the working man who failed to carry his burdens.
“What about the mother? Who would help her? Would anyone save her?”
The man started to move to where the fallen mother was but walked off instead of helping her. He tried to look back but kept on walking. He sinned, he ignored to help the fallen mother and the little gray birds flew and stopped on cables and posts as they followed him. His steps turned from gray to dark steps, he knew he was a sinner for he had betrayed himself.
A tiny droplet of rain stomped on his head as the man looked upward and noticed nothing but clouds and the glowing silvery eyes of the little gray bird. Were the crying was the almost thought of the man but thought of why he was being followed by the sharp stares of the observers.
“Angels have come to judge me, are they? I have sinned, right in their very eyes. I’m a sinner. Who could have helped the fallen mother?”
Another droplet stomped on the man’s head this time a sudden force pushed the man forward and came from his gray shadow two gray-eyed children playing tag with each other. The two laughed and enjoyed the moment of their youth as they played at the darkness of the night. A car surged forward, fast like thunderstorm and unheard like lightning. The man failed to notice the car from his shadow. The gray light of the car hid from the many gray light of the gray shops on the street as the two gray youths played on. The two children was beginning to shed away their gray color, it was as if miracle. They were turning lighter, red in tone perhaps but it was the moment of life. An evolution of life from sadness to joy.
Another droplet and another one stomped on the man’s head as he looked up and noticed that the little gray birds have disappeared. He stopped walking and closed his eyes to only remember the gray picture of the fallen mother. A droplet of a very cold rain stomped on the man’s shoulder. A bird landed on top a parked car and looked at the man who shut his eyes.
“Sad, very sad. Was I who should have helped her? I’m worthless.”
Another very cold droplet stomped on his other shoulder and another one, and another one, until a million more poured. He was too late on unfolding his umbrella but succeeded on opening it. He was soaked, cold, and no longer gray but glowing silvery. The lamp post continued to glow and the man looked around and noticed the little gray bird that landed on a car’s roof.
The man looked at the bird, smiled a silvery smile, glistened by the rain and the lamp post, and a gray hand appeared from the gray shadow behind the car. It snatched away the little gray bird’s freedom and choked out of life by the deadly hand of the merciless hand.
A sudden flapping of wings echoed on the gray dark street. Friends of the dead little gray bird. The man noticed them and saw that they are staring at him with glistened silver eyes.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
A loud gray shout from an old woman defeated the echo of the flapping wings. The two gray youths full of life, with their energies glowing intense red youth-beauty, burst and completely colored their gray life. The gray light of the speeding car turned red but it glowed gray as it showed its tail light again. The street became full of life. The lifeless color gray was colored with red, the beauty and energy of youth. The two youth died but at least made a change. The man looked towards the accident but continued on.
“Why? Why must they die?”
The man glanced upward and saw silver eyes staring at him.
“Was it the payment for the one of the angel that got killed? I’m sorry, I could save him but I’m much regretful for the two children playing, unknowing of their demise.”
The man stepped again on another puddle, he was again alone. No one saw him almost tripped. No one saw him shed his tears on the accident to the two youthful children. No one saw him except the silver eyes of the little gray birds.
The rain stopped to pour and the little gray birds left and went elsewhere. The man stopped underneath an old gray lamp post, folded his umbrella and waited for the rain to pour again.
“I’m a sinner”
The man moved once again with a gray beard, gray hair, gray eyes and a gray heart. It started to rain and he let himself soaked to silvery glisten.
~.~ This was meant to be a birthday gift... and yet it seemed to be inappropriate as a present. I'll try once again.
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Last Rose
The rose without petals.
How can you be a rose?
Without that red lips?
Without that enigmatic fragrance?
The rose without thorns
How can you live?
Without arms to greet strangers?
Without hands to live and say goodbye?
The rose without life.
My dearest sleeping beauty,
Please come back and kiss me.
Who would say smile to me?
Whenever you see me cry.
Whenever I see you cry.
Whenever you see me smile.
Whenever I see you smile.
This is sad,
This is reality.
My last hello,
And your first goodbye.
How can you be a rose?
Without that red lips?
Without that enigmatic fragrance?
The rose without thorns
How can you live?
Without arms to greet strangers?
Without hands to live and say goodbye?
The rose without life.
My dearest sleeping beauty,
Please come back and kiss me.
Who would say smile to me?
Whenever you see me cry.
Whenever I see you cry.
Whenever you see me smile.
Whenever I see you smile.
This is sad,
This is reality.
My last hello,
And your first goodbye.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Assignment #1
It was a cold rainy night sky in Trebor’s life. Drenched in sweat from the day’s hard work and soaked in millions of droplets of dew from the clouds that sympathized with him while he watched the sun on its own descent.
“What if I could fly,” he asked himself
“Maybe I could have followed her to the alley and there save her, at least right there and then I could tell her what I felt for her,” he continued thinking.
He sat and contemplated on the sun while getting a feeling of tiredness and sadness both in a harmonious duet.
“But maybe… this was my destiny… like all men, doomed to die in the end. Even with all the riches and wisdoms the world could offer, men will still die… and on my case, to die as a failure,” in his thought.
It was 10:00 in the morning when Trebor woke up and found himself late for his first day of his college life. Trebor was not like any college student, he was childish, imaginative, and would often times doze off in classes and anywhere, probably that is the reason why he had chosen an easy course… (not gonna tell any course). He quickly rushed to take a bath, dozes off, changed his clothes, dozes off, went to school and even while he walked he dozes off, what I tell -not like any college students- not like any promising students that is. But there is one thing that is quite unique about him and that is he always looks at the sky. Some of his classmates don’t know the real reason why, some of them even made up reasons for him.
“He must be a weather forecaster.”
“He’s not with us right now.”
“He might be thinking of something.”
“He must be envious of the birds flying freely up in the sky”
“He’s looking at the clouds or maybe the wind… which is impossible”
Those are some reasons his classmates believe why he do that, but when someone asks him why his only answer is: “I’m looking up to the sky,” as simple as that.
On their class’s break time when he converse with his friends he would always listens, he does not like to talk too much, and when he do he would always say something about the sky and if his friends don’t understands him he quickly change the subject to some things that would very much interest them like computer games, p*rnos and other interesting stuffs.
On the midterm period Trebor gained few good friends and also met his first love, though he do not look at and speak of the sky very much but still he never change his answer when his friends would notice and ask him why looks at the sky. One day his love one talked to him and wanted to know something.
“Bret (his nickname) tell me truthfully do you love me,” asked his girlfriend.
“Of course I do, why’d you ask something you already knew, I’ve told you about it a million times or if you want I’ll tell it to you a million more,” he replied.
“It’s because you always say the same thing to everyone whenever they ask why you look up at the sky,” his girlfriend said.
“You know I hate lying, and I know you do too, so I never lied, whenever I look up to the sky I simply look at the sky nothing else,” he answered.
“Tell me Bret, what do you dream of doing,” she asked.
“Well, that is to finish college and to marry you. That is all,” he replied but the girl seemed displeased with his answer.
“Only that simple?,” she replied angrily.
“I don’t want it to be miserably complicated as other people do,” he said.
“It seems between you and me things will not work out too well… I don’t want simple living,” she said.
“If that’s what you want I can’t argue with you anymore, men are like birds without chains, free to fly and free to decide. I’ll not hold any hatred or grudges on you, I just want to tell you that I love you very much,” the boy waved goodbye and turned his back on the girl not wanting her to know that at that moment a cloud up in the sky is raining.
At that night Trebor sat on the 7th floor roof top of the building of his apartment, not only to look at the sky but also to catch a glimpse of his former girlfriend going home. He acts not as a stalker on his opinion but only someone who watches at the things he sees. When an unfortunate event happened, while his former girlfriend walked away she was forcefully taken into an alley. Trebor not knowing what to do, he wanted to get down to the alley but it might take time and she might have been killed by then, and if he was to get there in time he is completely powerless of defending her. With no more options to choose from he jumped off from 7th floor to the street as screamed in order to attract attention and to frighten the robber. He was about to die when his former girlfriend reached him.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what to do to help… and I’m sorry that I’m always lying, the truth why I look up at the sky is that I dream of someday flying, and I want to take you with me up to sky and build a castle on the clouds… and that I..,” Trebor wanted to speak some more but couldn’t, he wanted to hold her and kiss her lips but he has no more energy left, and a tear fell on Trebor’s cheek when a grey cloud rained on that same night. He died with a failure of forgetting to inhale much air in order to say the last two words.
A ghost of the previous awaits by the sea shore looking at the saddest sunset.
“Maybe I could have followed her to the alley and maybe save her, at least right there and then I could tell her what I felt for her and tell her the truth. And I could have live little much longer,” the ghost last thoughts as the sun finally set.
~
Friday, July 2, 2010 at 11:30am
“What if I could fly,” he asked himself
“Maybe I could have followed her to the alley and there save her, at least right there and then I could tell her what I felt for her,” he continued thinking.
He sat and contemplated on the sun while getting a feeling of tiredness and sadness both in a harmonious duet.
“But maybe… this was my destiny… like all men, doomed to die in the end. Even with all the riches and wisdoms the world could offer, men will still die… and on my case, to die as a failure,” in his thought.
It was 10:00 in the morning when Trebor woke up and found himself late for his first day of his college life. Trebor was not like any college student, he was childish, imaginative, and would often times doze off in classes and anywhere, probably that is the reason why he had chosen an easy course… (not gonna tell any course). He quickly rushed to take a bath, dozes off, changed his clothes, dozes off, went to school and even while he walked he dozes off, what I tell -not like any college students- not like any promising students that is. But there is one thing that is quite unique about him and that is he always looks at the sky. Some of his classmates don’t know the real reason why, some of them even made up reasons for him.
“He must be a weather forecaster.”
“He’s not with us right now.”
“He might be thinking of something.”
“He must be envious of the birds flying freely up in the sky”
“He’s looking at the clouds or maybe the wind… which is impossible”
Those are some reasons his classmates believe why he do that, but when someone asks him why his only answer is: “I’m looking up to the sky,” as simple as that.
On their class’s break time when he converse with his friends he would always listens, he does not like to talk too much, and when he do he would always say something about the sky and if his friends don’t understands him he quickly change the subject to some things that would very much interest them like computer games, p*rnos and other interesting stuffs.
On the midterm period Trebor gained few good friends and also met his first love, though he do not look at and speak of the sky very much but still he never change his answer when his friends would notice and ask him why looks at the sky. One day his love one talked to him and wanted to know something.
“Bret (his nickname) tell me truthfully do you love me,” asked his girlfriend.
“Of course I do, why’d you ask something you already knew, I’ve told you about it a million times or if you want I’ll tell it to you a million more,” he replied.
“It’s because you always say the same thing to everyone whenever they ask why you look up at the sky,” his girlfriend said.
“You know I hate lying, and I know you do too, so I never lied, whenever I look up to the sky I simply look at the sky nothing else,” he answered.
“Tell me Bret, what do you dream of doing,” she asked.
“Well, that is to finish college and to marry you. That is all,” he replied but the girl seemed displeased with his answer.
“Only that simple?,” she replied angrily.
“I don’t want it to be miserably complicated as other people do,” he said.
“It seems between you and me things will not work out too well… I don’t want simple living,” she said.
“If that’s what you want I can’t argue with you anymore, men are like birds without chains, free to fly and free to decide. I’ll not hold any hatred or grudges on you, I just want to tell you that I love you very much,” the boy waved goodbye and turned his back on the girl not wanting her to know that at that moment a cloud up in the sky is raining.
At that night Trebor sat on the 7th floor roof top of the building of his apartment, not only to look at the sky but also to catch a glimpse of his former girlfriend going home. He acts not as a stalker on his opinion but only someone who watches at the things he sees. When an unfortunate event happened, while his former girlfriend walked away she was forcefully taken into an alley. Trebor not knowing what to do, he wanted to get down to the alley but it might take time and she might have been killed by then, and if he was to get there in time he is completely powerless of defending her. With no more options to choose from he jumped off from 7th floor to the street as screamed in order to attract attention and to frighten the robber. He was about to die when his former girlfriend reached him.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what to do to help… and I’m sorry that I’m always lying, the truth why I look up at the sky is that I dream of someday flying, and I want to take you with me up to sky and build a castle on the clouds… and that I..,” Trebor wanted to speak some more but couldn’t, he wanted to hold her and kiss her lips but he has no more energy left, and a tear fell on Trebor’s cheek when a grey cloud rained on that same night. He died with a failure of forgetting to inhale much air in order to say the last two words.
A ghost of the previous awaits by the sea shore looking at the saddest sunset.
“Maybe I could have followed her to the alley and maybe save her, at least right there and then I could tell her what I felt for her and tell her the truth. And I could have live little much longer,” the ghost last thoughts as the sun finally set.
~
Friday, July 2, 2010 at 11:30am
Broken Wings
I too have once broke my wings
I bled tears and yet I smile
Whenever memory reminded me
How mortal only am I
But those two things never took,
Memory and Pain,
My power of flight
As long as my eyes of bird
Could yet still see the never ending
Skies and wondrous stars
I never fail to stretch my bruised wings
And began dreaming
I’m lying over the clouds
Restless and awake
Tasting each cotton candy clouds
Quenching my thirst from each droplets of rain dew
And Oh! How Tormented I am,
Not by darkness but by the life that gives me
Moon Luna smiles, I smiled,
I dreamt you smile, I slept,
I lie awake, dreaming.
~
Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 6:10pm
Love Life's The End
The sky how many times I've gazed,
Her beauty at night I desired of love.
Controlling my height I now face,
Gravity my forever enemy I hate for I have.
I looked more and forever more,
Twice I love but never yonder.
To fly my wings able nevermore,
My tears fell and my feather sunder.
Third time, fourth, fifth, six, seven?
Let it reach thousand more and infinite.
I don't care, let it reach the heaven,
I'll count to forever and I'll love to infinite.
I'll never surrender be it my wings destroyed,
I'll never surrender be it my life destroyed.
~
Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 9:33pm
A Poem About Nothing
This isn’t a jest to be laugh at
Nor to be cried upon
Tears aren’t meant to fell without reasons
Nor are laughters to be loud without edibility
This isn’t a jest to be read seriously
Nor to be viewed as a jest
Seriousity is the perversion of reality
But it is what reality is
Should it be? Not my problem
But sometimes we must smile to view it at things
Funny or not it is still reality
Poem, I make amend as I’ve temporarily forgotten
Do forgive my insolubility for I’ve reacted without heed
Heed to my jestful action of reactive contamination
Whatever I am talking about
I do beget that idea lies within or without the context of each words
So hear me I do that to end this poem I should say
Amend me for I beget the enigma and drought
Thirst for what I meant to be actual said
Moo and that concludes this stream of convulsiveness
~
Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 7:31pm
Unfinished Story #2
Hundred of years ago in a peaceful village called Nostal in the continent of Gaia, there once live the great time magus he was a blood line of greatest kings and queens from ancient and known kingdoms of the world, an apprentice of the four great elementals. This magus was so great that man and woman, of the old and the new born, of the dead spirits and soon to be born, respects him, he was loved and though he was feared because of his ominous power he was still loved.
One day a plague of Amneria, vicious beast of unknown hunger, mindless and never seen, because of their quick pace agility and untamed speed of inhuman strength, they are of legends and on that day the Amneria destroyed and burnt to ashes the village of Nostal and the evil magus that leads that plague locked the time magus in an eternal barrier giving him eternal life, immortality is a gift to most, to him to see the painful dread that happened to the magus village is the saddest and hurtful scar that left an excruciating mark both on his heart and on his mind, the slaughter, the massacre and the blood feast, and him nothing to do, all the knowledge that he learned he could not use, he felt hopeless, he lost his faith to himself and to God, and he felt nothing but pity and shame.
With no more anything the time magus let out all his might to freeze time outside his containment to stop the unending torment he is feeling, and in the middle of the village he saw his wife, then he felt a spark in his heart that he save the woman that he loves, but not so long when the spark disappeared and engulf with sorrow.
“I’m useless!” shouted the spirit of the time magus that is unfrozen.
“With great powers at my command and not even one soul I can save from the inevitable… The woman of my life is about to die and not a single thing I could to stop this fiend… I am too late, if only I had more time… What joke…” laugh the magus.
“A time magus like me wanting more time… pitiful… very pitiful, O! My wife! I’m powerless… powerless to save you… to save this village… not even to fix my shattered heart… I love you so dear… and yet I can’t save you… worthless!”
At that night, a dark cloud passed it rained, it rained days and nights, never ending, and never stopping, not a minute to rest, the ponds from the waters turned to a small river, and then to a big lake, only then after hundred of years the frozen people turned to stone because of the mud that was carried from the mountain of Remembria and may be also due to the magic of the magus which got infuse with the holy property of the soil from the mountain that turn the beings on once flesh and frozen solid of time magic cause the body to materialize to stone. Legend speak that a night of full moon a warrior will swim into the depths of the lake, now known as the Lake of the Sorrowful Memoria, the rain will stop and a bridge of seven gems will light up on the sky and free the time magus from it’s eternal tormenting slumber.
And after a thousand of years have passed a young swordsman beings chased by the wolf of the Night Time forest, which surrounds the great lake, stand guard at the edge of the cliff just a step away from his demise, with his sword firmly fixed on his two hands, he shivers not out of fear but the coldness of the storm that is just behind him and also of the tiring run in the forest. The wolf showed his fangs and lightning struck followed by a fearful thunder which is reflected from the blade of the swordsman....
~
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
One day a plague of Amneria, vicious beast of unknown hunger, mindless and never seen, because of their quick pace agility and untamed speed of inhuman strength, they are of legends and on that day the Amneria destroyed and burnt to ashes the village of Nostal and the evil magus that leads that plague locked the time magus in an eternal barrier giving him eternal life, immortality is a gift to most, to him to see the painful dread that happened to the magus village is the saddest and hurtful scar that left an excruciating mark both on his heart and on his mind, the slaughter, the massacre and the blood feast, and him nothing to do, all the knowledge that he learned he could not use, he felt hopeless, he lost his faith to himself and to God, and he felt nothing but pity and shame.
With no more anything the time magus let out all his might to freeze time outside his containment to stop the unending torment he is feeling, and in the middle of the village he saw his wife, then he felt a spark in his heart that he save the woman that he loves, but not so long when the spark disappeared and engulf with sorrow.
“I’m useless!” shouted the spirit of the time magus that is unfrozen.
“With great powers at my command and not even one soul I can save from the inevitable… The woman of my life is about to die and not a single thing I could to stop this fiend… I am too late, if only I had more time… What joke…” laugh the magus.
“A time magus like me wanting more time… pitiful… very pitiful, O! My wife! I’m powerless… powerless to save you… to save this village… not even to fix my shattered heart… I love you so dear… and yet I can’t save you… worthless!”
At that night, a dark cloud passed it rained, it rained days and nights, never ending, and never stopping, not a minute to rest, the ponds from the waters turned to a small river, and then to a big lake, only then after hundred of years the frozen people turned to stone because of the mud that was carried from the mountain of Remembria and may be also due to the magic of the magus which got infuse with the holy property of the soil from the mountain that turn the beings on once flesh and frozen solid of time magic cause the body to materialize to stone. Legend speak that a night of full moon a warrior will swim into the depths of the lake, now known as the Lake of the Sorrowful Memoria, the rain will stop and a bridge of seven gems will light up on the sky and free the time magus from it’s eternal tormenting slumber.
And after a thousand of years have passed a young swordsman beings chased by the wolf of the Night Time forest, which surrounds the great lake, stand guard at the edge of the cliff just a step away from his demise, with his sword firmly fixed on his two hands, he shivers not out of fear but the coldness of the storm that is just behind him and also of the tiring run in the forest. The wolf showed his fangs and lightning struck followed by a fearful thunder which is reflected from the blade of the swordsman....
~
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Unfinished Story #1
"I have love you the way you are since the first time we've met, and you need not to prove that you're better, because I believe that you're a great being," said Martha, the wife of Drake.
"It's because I know I can be better and yet here I am both doing nothing and being forgotten," asnwered Drake.
"Here we go again, it is always like this, and you will always ignore my words... please listen to me, you no longer need to do this," hesitatingly replied Martha.
"It can't be stop, you know I need to this and you know you can't stop me. I must go, on the break of the sun, dust clouds will be left behind on this... forsaken town, I ask you my love, would you come with me to prove what I can be, and if you can't come, then... let my lips kiss you as a promise that I'll return safe, and have proven that I am right all along." said Drake.
The was the last night that Martha had seen his love, many months have passed and thousand of tears has been kept from shedding, it is one of the promises that Drake told Martha by the moment he left.
"Martha, I promise you that the next time you cry it will be tears of joy that will slide down your beautiful cheeks."
Sweet, sweet words that Martha is still contemplating in front of her lifeless home now that her heart has departed away to new distants.
On the first day of the long journey of Drake, he met with men of different specialties and prowess, one of them is a warrior from a far away kingdom of Nortus, a place of high mountains and great masters of weaponry and of delicacies, another one is a prince from Elazul, and enough other men and ladies of which also seeking what Drake is, honor, truth, and proof, a proof that somewhere outside the walls of knowledge of men lies something far beyond, deeper and broad than any wisdom has ever known.
Because of Drake's social skills the people whom he met because his companion and a little bit later his most valued allies and good friends.
The first week of Drake took a lot of effort from him and his brigade just in order to clear up a mile due to the relentless storm that is stopping their tread.
One night, Evan a magician from Exobar after casted a magical force field around their camp and the others set fire proposed that the storm that is hindering them from going on must be some kind of sorcery.
Evan spoke softly, "Dear friends we've been with each other for some quite time and it's about time for me to raise my voice in order to satiate curiosity that arises in your mind."
Nestor, a Dwarf from Nortus spoke, "Tell us what you want to tell us then, don't keep me waiting, you know us Dwarfs we don't like waiting."
Drake galliantly spoke, "Calm down Nestor, Evan please proceed on what you're going to say."
"My friend I am sorry if I would say it just now but for some quite time I've been trying to think why there is storm in this part of the land when it shouldn't have? I say then that it is a form of sorcery that somewhere someone is discontinuing our travel." said Evan.
"It is probably be true but how can you say that it is sorcery and not in accordance to nature?," asked Drake.
"Drake, I think Evan is right." said Greg, a marksmen and a woodsmen from the kingdom of Soliras.
"Judging from the roots of the tree in this area they should have been soaked in rain water and yet not a droplet of water is surrounding the trees," explained Greg.
"Of course it will be dry can you see how tall the trees here and how green their leaves," exclaimed Nestor.
"I disagree with you Nestor, another thing that is wrong around here is that the only objects that I sense life force are ours and nothing else," said Evans.
"Only us have soul, surely you should know that," boastfully replied Nestor.
"No, you don't understand me, I meant life force as in life itself not the soul, in my Kingdom from Exobar, people would feel the life force of everything making life joyful because of the precense aura that each and everyone their emits, the animals, the fowls, the people, the rocks, and including the trees. But here... not a single tree is showing such aura," said Evans.
They are in a situation that in a game of chess in a position of stalemate where the king has no where else to go. And then came morning and still the rain kept on pouring when Drake spoke.
"If what is Evan is saying is true then let us proceed carefully, Evan keep your powers at ready when something sinister comes, and Greg..." Drake speaks when Greg spoke.
"I've already asked my falcons, Eremes and Silver to give us visual from the sky and from a mile before we travel," Greg answered.
"Good, and Nestor, keep your senses cautious and everyone stay calm and act as usual for we may be followed," Drake ordered.
Another has pass when Greg notice that they've been walking in circle, as if they are passing the same place over and over again.
Night has rose when they set camp Greg went to Drake and whispered.
"It seems we are moving in circle because we've been passing this spot over and over again," said Greg silently.
"Good that you notice just by now. I've been thinking of it for some quite time by now. Because inside of this hollow log we're sitting on is where I left a dagger by the time I notice that we've been here before and as you can see," Drake spoke, placed his hands inside the hollow log and took something.
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Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 6:26pm
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