Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Hi
Tommorow we have a half-day. I plan to hang out with my friends.
I'm working on a project(well an essay really)about Global Warming. It was my hoice. I'm interested in it and about what the scientists believe will happen.

I've started making comics on one of my teachers(the golemy one^_^). My friends are trying to convince me to make a flash video of it but i'm not sure if I should. I'd need a few things if I did anyway.

I've been wokring on a story. Please tell me what you think of it.

Prolouge







The icy winds of the dark forest chilled him. It's not that he was cold it was just that, he was filled with such pure fear that anything that even brushed his skin shook him to the bone. Though he had enogh reason to be frightened. Anyone who dares travel in this forest at night should be greatly scared. The rumors that surround it itself are enough to make even the strongest mortal quiver in fright. But what was really scarey was the fact that the forest was alive.
Now you may be asking yourself How can a forest be alive? Well that part is simple. Necromancers. Those who summon the dead to do thier bidding. Actually the forest's life is the cause of one very powerful necromancer. Maritkotso. He had wanted to create an army of undead since he was a child. This was no surprise as he lived in a village ruled by Necromancers.He learned from the best. Using his powers he shook the world to it's core. Because of his evil powers he was banished into the forest where he created his army for a millenium. Though he is dead now and thus the forest has consumed his evil soul. So the forest was named after him.
Though we should get back to the man as, he is more important presently. He wore a thick black cloak that bore no insignia of a kingdom. He caried a staff made from some poor creatures spine. Upon the tip of that spine was a head, most likely that of the animal the spine had come from. Though you couldn't see the man's face you could tell he was afraid. It was one of those emotions you could sense. But more importantly you could see it. His whole cloaked form seemed to be shaking to the point that he appeared to be levitating.
The man suddenly stopped. What lay in front of him was a grave stone. Though the words were smudged you could make out the name of the poor creature that layed there. Maritkotso! Suddenly the ground started to shack and, the air became thick with evil. Now the cloaked figure was actually floating! He chanted heavy magic words muffled by his cloak. The sky became a swirling black/red color. The wind howled and shrieked though the thick trees. A decreped, rotten hand rose from the grave. An evil laugh filled the dark night.
He was finally re-awakened. That meant a time of terror was upon the world. Malbogia would no longer be safe.



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