Sunday, May 15, 2005

   uh oh
I turned around slowly, “I made an oath to let you live unless you pulled something like that! I found out something intrestin’, thought your dad might like ta know. But I hope your ready ta die.”
All the color drained from my face as I stared down the demon. I hadn’t lost my resolve I just knew I couldn’t win. If only I had more time, years more, I might be able to win. But, right now, here? It was hopeless. Rorret walked slowly towards me as he had done when he first appeared. I felt my knees about to give way, I new I was going to die there was nothing I could do about it. There and then, however, I resolved that no matter what I would not die sitting down begging for my life, I would not die running away. No, I would die straight backed and proud the way my father did, and I would die fighting even if there was no hope of winning.
Suddenly a light shot out from my hand. I look down and saw the cross, the thing that had started it all. I had never dropped it and hadn’t given it another thought since I pulled it off the statue. I felt power coursing through every inch of me, I was ready. I don’t know why or how, but I held the cross out in front of me and said something I had never heard before, and I began to transform just like my father had.
Something went wrong, however, terrible wrong.
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Friday, May 13, 2005

Next chapter
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I may not look it by I never brake my word.”
“What did you do to him?” I yelled, anger welling up inside me. “Did you kill him?”
The demon laughed. “Now, now don’t get too angry or else I’ll be able to kill you. Believe me you can’t beat me, and that would only make your fathers sacrifice in vain and you wouldn’t want that.” He said this mockingly, as though he didn’t care. “But to answer your question, no I didn’t kill him. I put him through the same torture I had to suffer.” There was malice in his voice. “You can go see him if you want, I wont be hear when you get back though. I have information to gather.”
“Good,” I thought, “let’s see how you like our society; I bet you can’t take bullets.”
No sooner had I thought this, however, then he began to change. His wings shrank into his back, his horns vanished into his skull, and his skin began to pale. Soon there stood before me a normal-looking human man. Same muscular build as the demon, but on a smaller scale. The only thing that was really different was his arm; it had a tattoo of a snake running down it, not much but I could use that if I ever needed to find him again. Which I planned to do!
He began to walk away, and I realized I wanted to see what he did to my dad. I saw another light where the first one had been so I ran towards it. When I came to the spot where the demons statue had been I saw it wasn’t there anymore. Instead my dad stood there spear in hand, that’s what was giving off the light. I just feel to my knees and cried.
I don’t know how long I was in there. All I know is that there I realized it was all my fault, and I had to make it right. I realized it was my duty to bring this demon down, for my father. No matter what the cost, I would push my body to my limit if I had to, nothing would stand in my way.
“I will destroy you Rorret.” I yelled out, and it was a promise.
“Bad timing kid,” said a voice behind me
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

   a new post
“Now it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t have a toy to share too,” my dad said mockingly, “just a second let me get something for you.” He held his hands palms down and said something else weird. The ground beneath him became a circle of light. I watched as a pole began coming out of the ground, it rose and rose. When the end came out I realized it was a spear. My dad picked it up, spun it like a fan and set himself ready to fight. “Bring it!” he said his voice had changed he was ready to fight.
I don’t remember much of the battle, only that my dad had a definite upper hand. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. He moved insanely fast and did acrobatic moves that would make a contortionist wince, and he made it look effortless. He blocked, dogged, or countered everything that the demon sent his way, and gave the demon the beating of a lifetime. I was still in shock over what had happened so far and didn’t see the golden opportunity to leave. The demon realizing his immanent defeat took advantage of this. Before I knew what happened he had me with a blade to my throat.
“No!” said my dads “don’t hurt him I’ll surrender.”
“Good,” said Rorret “I knew you would, the good are so easy to manipulate. Fine you have my word as a demon that I will not hurt this boy if you surrender yourself to me, and he doesn’t try to follow in your footsteps.”
My dad bowed, “So be it.” He mumbled.
Had I realized what was going on I would have stopped it, but I still was recovering from the shock of having a blade thrust at my throat I couldn’t say anything. I watched as Rorret led my dad into the cave heard him say a spell, and then nothing. Then out of nowhere a maniacal laughter erupted, and then I watched as Rorret emerged from the cave, alone.

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Monday, May 9, 2005

   hey
Im at school now so I cant ubdate my story, were watching this dum movie called the right stuff, If I get the chance later Ill uodate again
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Sunday, May 8, 2005

Next chapter
“It’s been a long time,” said a voice behind me,” hasn’t it Rorret.”
He stopped and looked behind me, a smile spread across his face. Then I realized I knew that voice. I wheeled around, I was right.
“Dad!” I yelled, and I was right it was him. But there was something different about him, the way he held himself, and his voice was different too.
“I don’t know your face,” said the demon, “but something in your eyes says we’ve met before. Or am I mistaken”
“No we’ve met,” said my dad chuckling, “but like I said its been a while. Maybe you’ll remember me better like this.” Then he put his hand together and said something, I’m not sure what, and he began to glow with a brilliant light so that we couldn’t see him. When the light died down, he had changed immensely. Now he was wearing a suit of armor, it was made of a gold-like material that glowed with its own light. He was wearing the armor all along his arms, and chest, his legs were covered with what looked like long shin guards and he had heavy boots on his feet. On his head he was wearing a helmet that covered his face, and then I noticed something. His hair it was long and blond, it wasn’t like that before, and when I actually looked I realized that he was built a lot stronger then he had been. This new man was not my father, but I was glad he was here, he would help me. Wouldn’t he?
The Demon, Rorret apparently, looked like he was thinking. Then suddenly comprehension dawned on his face. He didn’t say anything just drew a sword he had at his side and stood ready to fight. Apparently there was nothing left to be said.

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Saturday, May 7, 2005

Just wanted to answer the question on length, believe it or not u are getting the condinced version I used for a short story at school, it is actually 10 pages double spaced, The full story is actually intended to be a novel and will have sequals, as well as a prequal which Im writing now
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more of my story
I didn’t care at the moment. The beast was huge, or maybe that’s just how I perceived him, its flesh, or scales or whatever it had was black. Its eyes were yellow like a cat’s with vertical pupils and felt like they could pierce your very soul, its hair was black and stringy, and its teeth were white and fanged. The rest of his body was muscular; its muscles almost looked too big for his body. But three other features held my attention the longest, the first were its two horns coming out of its forehead; they were curved in such a way as to appear as though it were wearing an iron crown. The second was its tail; long and snakelike it writhed behind it as it walked out of the cave. The third and most terrifying thing about its body were its wings, they were huge and batlike extending out from his back like two huge tumors they blew lightly in the breeze. He stood before me and then he began to laugh.
“So you awakened me,” he said, he didn’t speak English but the meaning came to me just the same, “I should thank you, but how? I could let you live and see the result of your decision, or I could kill you and save you that agony. Yes, I believe that’s what I’ll do, I’ve had an unquenchable thirst for blood for years.”
I was too scared to say anything, to run, barely even to think. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest and breathing was almost impossible. He began walking slowly towards me as though savoring my fear. The gleam in his eyes told me I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. So, I sat there, paralyzed with fear, just waiting, waiting to die.

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Thursday, May 5, 2005

more of my story, give me ur coments I want to know how I can make it good
I was right about the light not being far back but when I came to it I was surprised. Before me stood a statue of a demon, about six feet tall, the detail in it was incredible even in the dim light. The light itself came from a small golden cross deeply embedded into the statues chest. The cross interested me more then the rest, it wasn’t spectacular in any way, other then the fact that it was glowing, but there was something about it like it was giving off more then just light, there was also a power, like someone in authority, or a place of reverence. I decided to try to pry the cross loose. The stone felt smooth on my hand as I reached in and got my fingers as tight as I could on the edge of the cross, it moved a little, not much, but enough to give me hope. I knew with just a little more prying it would come loose. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see that this choice would be disastrous.
It came off suddenly, and I fell over. I felt weird though, as I had taken it off, before I hit the ground, it felt like a bolt of lightning had coursed through my body. In that instance I could have sworn I saw a life flashing before my eyes, not mine, but one ravaged by war and suffering, but I couldn’t make anything of it and even now I don’t remember all the details. I didn’t have time to think however, because out of the now darkness behind me I heard something move, something big. My mind went to the things you can usually find in caves, I ran for the mouth of the cave cross grasped tightly in my hand. All I could hear was the slow deep breath of the creature following me and his heavy footsteps. I stopped outside the mouth of the cave, again I was curios, what was following me? When I saw it I went into shock. Before me stood the same demon as had been portrayed in the statue, but how?

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Wednesday, May 4, 2005

Next section of my story, this ones a bit longer
I guess I should start with my name, it’s Drake. This is not merely being written for entertainment, not even as a record of what happened, for this is a true story, but as a warning, because I don’t believe it’s over. If you must know I was 16 when it happened, about 6ft, 200lb, blonde hair, green eyes, a little on the fat side, just an average guy. My personality could be described as passive and laid back, I didn’t care about much. Social status in high school never meant much to me, so I was a kind of loner during my life there. I didn’t care I used to spend my time walking in the woods near my house, admiring God’s world around me.
I was on one of these trips when my story begins. Just another day, I went out to unwind. It was autumn, the leaves were just beginning to fall, the light filtering in from the trees had an eerie effect on the woods, and I liked it. The smell of the leaves surrounded me and I couldn't have felt more content, then I noticed the cave. It wasn’t particularly special, but I loved looking into caves and couldn’t resist. It was dark, dank and had a musty smell, like every other cave I’ve ever been in, and I wasn’t impressed. I was about to leave when a light caught my eye. That was unusual, it looked either dim or far off, but I was betting the former. I decided to go into the cave towards the light. What I found would change my life forever.

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Tuesday, May 3, 2005

story cont
Long ago, before the flood, armies wielding a dark power given to them by demons ravaged the planet, destroying the few who still clung to the light. Warriors arose, gifted with the power of angels, and fought the demonic host, yet they were overwhelmed. When their number had dwindled to a mere six warriors, a new hero appeared. He was armed with the same power as the dark armies, but he proved the turning point in the war. As a final act of valor he gave his life to seal the leader of the demons in stone. Legend has it, however, that neither Heaven nor Hell would receive his soul. So, bound to earth by his seal he waits, waits for the day that someone will brake the seal and let him and his demon adversary free once again. This is were the legend of the Dark Angel ends and my story begins.
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