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8/13/2004
"I hate you."
So were the words so forcibly spat out by the girl, whose hands and legs lay bound by black ropes. Joshua turned on her immediately, and his eyes, which had been an unnatural grey with red flecks, now trembled and became bloodred with grey flecks. "Do you think I do not?" She glared at him. "Of course you do. You're a Death Templar: A destroyer of life, a killer of babes, the slayer of heroes. Not to mention that you were the worst of the lot: you were their leader." The former paladin laughed, but there was no humour in it. Then he stretched out his hands, as if pushing an invisible wall coming in from his left and right sides. The incredibly intrcate carvings on his huge, ornate plate armour slowly faded away, followed by the gold linings that outlined the various pieces of armour on his body. Then the gold, upside-down blade-like cross on his chest plate disappeared, followed by the silver embossed skulls that decorated his armour. Then the armour itself faded into shadow, and some of it flowed away, and materialised on an armour stand that stood at the wall. The remaining shroud on his body then turned into a soft, ash-grey cotton robe. "I will say this: In my heart I bear the greatest hatred for you. But it is not because of my chosen class. Rather, with you, it has become a personal vendetta, and I know you are not what your name says: you are ruthless." The Demonblade snapped his fingers, and the girl's bonds withered into nothingness. She immediately covered herself, having been stripped of her outer clothing by the Death Templars when they captured her. The fire in her eyes did not fade, but burned with a greater intensity. "So you will take me now, like how the rest of your damned brethern haven taken my friends?!" There was no need to see what she meant, for the screams and cries of the violated girls and boys, and the primal grunts of the Death Templars outside of his tent could be heard. "Let me tell you this: I would kill myself before I let you touch me!" The Demonblade ran his hands through his now shoulder-length hair, which was also streaked with grey and smiled. "It is tempting, but no. What I will do now is to go to sleep. But before that I will try to rouse your memory." His right hand drawing power from the fabled blade he was named after, he spoke the words of power: "Sadowmei nightegnow, silkias prefectas!" He raised his left hand, and shadow once again erupted from his hands. This time, they covered the raven-haired girl, and they changed to form a beautiful nightgown of black silk. Not only did they help to protect her modesty, but the way it was cut only served to enchance her beauty. "Wh...what is the meaning of this?" She spoke, this time with uncertainty. He cast another spell, this time a powerful silencing spell upon his tent. Immediately no sound could go out of his tent, nor could sound enter from the outside. He looked at her, and she saw that his eyes were now back to their grey form. "Several years ago, there was a boy, whose naivety and smile appeared no matter what happened. His name had the same connotations as your Saviour and he was called the Righteous Dragon by others. Then you took his naivety and used it to your own ends, and eventually, you took his smile too. Darkness slowly consumed his life, and he then became a leader of those who would seek their vengeance against the world, against those who had hurt them, so that they could hurt them back." She paused for a few moments, and suddenly a face and a name came to her mind. Her eyes widened and she whispered, ever so softly: "Righteous...Dragon? No...It can't be..." Joshua looked at her, and for a few moments mustered a smile that had disappeared many years ago. The smile of innocence, of happiness and of ignorance. Then it was gone, replaced by a smile of sadness and anguish. The lids of his eyes closed, and he fell on the bed beside her, sound asleep. Her gaze fell on his sleeping form, and she could not believe it. That boy...with his mop of hair, sparkling dark eyes and a naivety that was only present in a child...could not... could not be this, this man who lay before her. Yet as his sleep deepened she saw his expression softening, and she knew it was. "Joshua..." *********** b00 =) An excerpt of "The White Fortress". Yawn. Im in a cybercafe doin this btw. Amd its 11:35am. Lolx. Yep you can guess what happened. Hahha...I become a bad guy. Lol. Not 4 long though. And if anyone wants to know who this girl is, look at the part where I said she was not what her name was. I think you can figure it out =P Dun worry, for those who want a piece of their own action, scroll to the bottom later. I'll write another one after this. Now on to blog proper...I've been feeling quite retarded these few days, and I...never mind. Btw, Doom 3 is quite fierce. Nice graphics and wonderful gameplay. Almost got my ass kicked though. Almost wanted to do cheat codes...lol Watched Passion of Christ last week...Tears all the way man... The bridge "I''ll never know how much it cost to see my sins up on that cross" has taken on a whole new meaning for me. Even now I just feel like breaking down whenever I think of what God has done for us. Anyone rmbr'ed the nail hands part? Omg...Damned buggers man...really want to cry sial. Watched the dumb ashlee simpson showcase. Stupid rockstar...make us wait for 50+ minutes...even Kelly Clarkson also not so bad. And her singing's not *that* good live either. However she does have one redeeming quality: She's pretty hot. Lol. And her green eyes are seriously creepy. pieces of me = off! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!...stupid girl. I swear, if I ever make it big, my waiting time will never be more than 15mins...Unless i woke up late again. x) Celebrated Jon's bdae too...by making him and Reagan wait(SORRY GUYS!), playing LAN and eating at Hard Rock Cafe (BROWNIES WITH ICE-CREAM= PWNAGE!). LOL REAGAN AND JON I SWEAR I WILL OWN YOU TWO SOOO BAD ONE DAY AT SOMETHING! I SWEAR I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (sound familiar?) You can guess what happened. CS = I see Reagan, Reagan sees me, I die. Zero Hour = I see Jon, I attack Jon, Jon flicks little finger = whole attack force dead. Jon sends Battlebus(I taught you that tactic!) and Rockgies, I die. Blearrgh =P I forgot to sing you the bdae song too! So here goes: Happi bdae to j00, happi bdae to j00, May you be forever 1337 and our Bush brudder, Happi bdae to j00! Oh, and it was Sharyl's birthday on that day too! I din celebrate it with her tho, not to mention I didn't get a present for her as well. So here goes: Harpy bdae to j00, happy bdae to j00 You'll grow tall one day soon(heheh) and not be a diminutive girl anymore (heehee), Happi bdae to j000000oOo0oOoO0o0oO0oo!!!!!!!!! Actually, I can't remember what I wanted to say anymore. Lol. Oops...played D00m3 till 1pm? Crap. Seeya man. Gtg. P.S anyone have a forgetting potion or spell? I want to forget things. Lots of things. P.S.S Sorry if the excerpt below is nonsense. It was intended to BE nonsense. Lol. *********** Ian screamed. Not because an orc had stabbed him or a elf had hit him with a spell. He screamed because Sharyl and Shannon had just pinched him at the same time for making a nasty remark. Joshua yelled. Not because he had been hit by a Death Templar's spell, or get knocked down by a troll, but because Sherlyn was stitching a particularly bad wound. Ephraim, who had just stumbled into the medical center with a small cut, looked at them for a while, and ran. He could face undead hordes of evil, but not this. Just not this. Anything but this after a long day at the wall. Behind him a thud could be heard as Joshua fainted and hit the ground due to the incredible pain caused by Sherlyn's last stitch, which she had pulled a little too hard. Some people thought that the frontlines were the worst place to be. For the guys, it was the medical center. Titus didn't even bother to go, and had simply placed a bandage over his wounds, and as Ephraim ran up hurriedly to him, he already knew what had happned. The Swordsman of Blood and Fire tossed a bandage up to Ephraim, and he gratefully accepted it. So what if there would be a scar? At least its not that painful... josh fatesealer turned back time on 8/13/2004 06:50:00 pm. |