Episode 10: Long Time No See

Been awhile. Was not sure what to say after that last long, lost, love thing but hey here we are. I've honestly been up to a lot.

First off, I have subscribed to a few writing programs that have really helped me get my shit in gear with the whole writing scene. That means I picked up motherfuckin' Grammarly and Microsoft Office. That's right shit just got real... I'm sorry that was terrible.

But yeah, I'm excited about having them now. I'll most likely be using it to fix some of my past blogs. Just in case someone actually wants to read my shit. I've also finally reached a benchmark that has taken me two years... You ready for this?... I have now passed 100,000 words. Thats right... Sounded better in my head.

Besides that I might also get back into working on my fanfiction, seeing as it actually has readers that like it. And all it took to get readers was to suckle on the teat of a well-established franchise that is loved by millions... imagine that. I also feel bad that I, like many just kind of up and left it.

I've also beguin the document my lore for my story because it's now getting way to large to keep locked up in my skull. Might try and do something with that as well once I get things kicked into high gear.

On the social side of things I have finally proved to myself that I do have a life. You know. As far as a housebound, unemployed writer can anyway. Which means going over to a friends house and playing the new Smash Bros, four player Mario 3-D World, and drinking beer.

This all ended with me going to another group of friends music show in a pub, holly fucking shit two days in a row. That was very cool. Except I was a bit salty because everyone in the place had a girlfriend but hey thats my issue and no one likes a downer.

Wow it's nice to be doing this again. Hope everyone had a good saint patties day.

Episode 9: Is It Worth It

Sorry, but this is a rant. But fuck it I'm drunk. Love sucks, but at the same time it doesn't. I honestly don't know anymore. I wish I were done ranting about being broken hearted. Not here of course because it's the first time I've mentioned it.

I opened up the floodgates of how I feel, and now I don't think I can turn it off. I long for the days where I kept it inside. Because at least then I knew that all the shit that I kept in didn't threaten to push away people that I care about. But will what I think and say do such a thing? Fuck I don't know. It could just be self-destructive thought in my head. I'm paranoid like that.

Back on point. I like that I at least got to know what love felt like. But was it? No sure of that either. Becuase I always thought that when you loved someone you held onto that spark. My grandparents did. They had their problems, but they stayed together for sixty-five years. I based my perception of long-term relationships on that.

Am I wrong? Because, with my situation I was told "Hey we had a good run, I tried for four years. But it's gone. I want to grow on my own, and love myself." It was explained to me that trying for four years was a long time. And I get it, My growth as a person seems slower because of the route that I choose. I just want to say one thing. I don't think four years is very long. Not in the grand scheme of things. Four years is nothing. Time will go by, and that four years will seem like a far off memory. Might take ten years, might take twenty or thirty. But the result is the same. In the end. That, four years will turn into an insignificant blip in the time stream of your life.

Yeah. I don't have what you have. Because I picked a harder path with more ambition, and I feel like I'm being punished for it. Sigh I wish I didn't feel these things, and I'm sorry for the rant. Everything just seems to be spiraling now, and the only thing that gives me comfort is the sound of each key on my laptop. And a dream to be better. If not for that I would have fully slipped into depression If I haven't already. Having long distance friends that I can play with and talk to over a good ole' game of League Of Legends helps, but after the game ends and the call finishes. It always seems like a temporary fix.

At this point, I feel like I either need unhealthy amounts of whiskey or depression pills. But I won't let myself slip down that rabbit hole. Can't afford to lose the brain cells. The manuscript matters too much to me, and I need to be as sharp as possible in order to see it all the way to the end.

But what do I want? Well, this finished and going somewhere of course, but beside that I want a long-lasting, meaningful relationship with someone who can accept all my bullshit and flaws. Is that really so hard? Do I ask too much? Or is paranoia and depression really just starting to get to me. I don't know. You tell me.

Episode 8: Chapter Two

Well, I guess a good follow up would be to show chapter two of my story so here you go.

Chapter 2: Planet Wilderan

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! echoed in her, once, quiet private quarters. The alarm clock sounded like an irritating screech that tried to pierce her ears and make them bleed. Not only that, but for a second she was almost sure that her brother had made this blasted thing just to piss her off. However, she knew better and had to get up. She groaned beneath her silk like black sheets. Lazily, she raised her left arm and points her hand evilly towards the obnoxious circular buzzing red alarm.

With an almost demonic crack of her hand, the buzzer was suddenly assaulted by an unnatural swirl of wind and then exploded into thousands of tiny pieces of red glass and machinery. Through half lidded barely conscious eyes, she blankly stared at the scattered pieces of debris on the floor. Her eyes had a slight blue glow within them, admiring her handy work she weakly smirked at the now silent hole above her double doors.

She jumped out of bed, almost launching herself. She performed a tuck in front flip, landing soundlessly on the balls of her feet. She stood there in her black and blue lace bra with matching panties. As she stretched and cracked the rest of her bones, the woman’s lips turned down into a frown before saying to no one in particular:

“Why did that brat brother of mine wake me up?, It hasn’t even been half of a full cycle yet….” She walked towards a cylinder like structure on the far right side of her now messy bed. It stood at about 10 feet tall and three feet across with a sword and shield symbol that pierced an O in the center of the structure. The women waved her hand across it and suddenly it opened up. The doors slided into the structure and the upper half curled up into this strange machine like structure.

She stepped in, yawning, trying to wake herself from her annoyingly brief sleep. The doors snapped shut almost at an alarmingly fast speed. Mere seconds later, there was a loud snap and light had been seen through the cracks. As the door opened, the steam bellows out as she stepped out. With slightly damp hair, she was dressed in her full on uniform: a plain sleeveless black shirt with light metal mesh sown within and extending out to the neck and from her shoulders to her wrist.

Around her waist, a belt with small pockets held up her baggy, white pants. Her long, white robe with three black lines went down her shoulders horizontally. A solid black line went vertical at the ends of the sleeves and at the bottom of her robe. Near the center of these robes lied a circular symbol with two arms crossing each other clad in the same metal mesh around the arms and wrist.

The now fully awoken woman dashed past her double doors, turned left, and ran down the long hall with blinding speed. As if  mocking the great halls artificial gravity, she ran across the side of the wall and curves around the ceiling before touching back down to the ground near a large metal door that swings open after sensing her presence. She stepped into a circular enclosed space with two chairs at the center and a large control panel around it.

Above that a specialized type of glass pain. All she could see was the vastness of space and faraway stars zipping by. Gods, she hated space travel. This fact  perplexed her brother and slightly pissed him off. He wondered why  She was so good at piloting the Space Wing Fighters yet hated them. To him, it was like someone who’s afraid of water but at the same time a fucking expert swimmer.

She raised an eyebrow in slight irritation as she waited for the chair on the far right to turn and acknowledge her presence. Instead, an evil grin slowly stretched across her face. She cleared her throat and said,

“The mission alarm broke again.” As if on cue, a feminine mechanical voice announced,

“AUTOPILOT ENGAGED”.  Suddenly, the chair turned with a mechanized hiss. The pilot eyed the woman in front of him. She could see his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. His hands were lightly digging into the arm rests. He fiercely tapped his right index finger.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! How did it break, Nizaraa?!” he scolded.

“Must’ve been faulty wiring,” she stated lazily as she scratched her head.

“BULL SHIT!! I'm the head of the Order’s Science Development and Exploration Corps. I designed battlecruisers and star ships that will outlast their damn pilots! And you have the balls to tell me... that little tiny light has broken for the three hundred and eighty seventh time... from faulty wiring?” he roared. His sister was drawing his patience.

“Wow…  really? You were counting?” She retorted as a smirk spread across her face. The young looking man started to spout out incoherent muttering about Vanguards. She ate up every second of his anger. Pleased that he was as mad as she was, but soon stopped him for there were more pressing matters at hand.

“Hey Leezaar. What's this assignment?” In a bit of a shock, he stopped talking and looked off to the side. Nizaraa has been with her brother long enough to know that he was trying to figure out how to articulate what needed to be said. This caused her eyes to narrow, which only meant that she was really not going to like what her little brother was going to tell her at all. She could only brace herself for whatever he was about to say.

“This one comes from  High Command.” her brother informed, not turning to look at her. Her eyebrows furrowed, she asked:

“Wait, from lord-”

“Yes, it's from the master.” He answered quickly. He squeezed his left hand into a tight fist. Nizaraa was hot headed at times, but Leezaar also knew she was as sharp as they come. She could catch on quick. Unfortunately, it only made it that much harder for him.

“So, that means he doesn’t want me to send one of my subordinates…. Must be serious then.” She pondered, leaning against the wall. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. He turned his chair to look her.

“Yeah... Central Command has found it. His energy signature has resurfaced to the living.” He stated, grimly. From this new information, her eyes widened and the pain she held  deep within for many years gushed forth all at once. It was like someone was stabbing her heart. Being the type of woman that didn’t like weakness, she kept her composure as best as she could. Keeping her treacherous tears back, she looked at her now worried brother thinking damn him for knowing me so well. Hesitantly, she questioned:

“How..? That can't be. I haven’t--”

“I know, Niz, but it's him. He's back in a new form, and HE wants you to go get him.” he pointed out, bitterly. She couldn’t refuse the master and knew he was wise beyond all. But, why her? She had many qualified subordinates who could have just as easily taken on this retrieval mission. Despite the situation, she knew that their master must have had a good reason for it. Why me? was all she thought. Acting as the top notch fighter that she was, she shut down her feelings for the assignment at hand.

“So, what planet will we find this boy on?”she asked, monotone.  Leezaar walked to his hollow screen and pulled up a three dimensional holographic map of nearby galaxies. As he flicked around looking for the right galaxy he touched one and the map zoomed in

“Here, in the Rogonias galaxy.” he stated, touching it again to zoom in further. “The Solestreum solar system.” She looked around the map.

“What planet?” she asked.  He zoomed in one last time to one world. He responded with

“Planet Wilderan.”

Episode 7:A Step Or Six Back

     You know, I've spent a lot of this time talking about random stuff, that I can't see to many people caring about, because really, I'm just some asshole typing on a Lenovo. But let's try getting down to the grit of why I'm trying to get some of you good folks to even give me the time of day. Let's talk about A little story I'd like to call Order Seven: Shadow Of The Crow.

     First of I should mention what genre this story falls under. It is a science/fiction story, and could also be described as a space opera. It it is a third person narrative that revolves around a boy named Roku Con Ookami, and other important characters around him. He is human like, but has physical traits that would be more common place on a wolf such has his ears, eyes, fangs claws, and tail.

     When we meet him he is a small boy, around the age of six. The only thing he knows about himself is that there are others like him that are trying to find him, and kill him. He is eventually discovered by an Organization that has an unknown connection to the boy. They calls themselves The Order Of Seven Swords. They send two of there seven leaders to retrieve him. From there on Roku will have to face things that will test his resolve, and his ability to survive.

     Characters Of Importance 
Roku Con Ookami- The Wild West Wind Gate
Nizaraa Von Rook- The Princess Of Poison/ Silver Scorpion/ Killer Queen/ East Wind Gate/ Iron Blooded Bitch
Leezar Von Rook- The Mad Spider
Coal Blaze Jr.- Wielder Of The Phoenix
Talon Of The Lost Light
Emalfia- The Emerald Flame
Chimera- The Immortal Flame
Frost Of The Frozen Cell
Mi-Dori- The Blind Dragon/Twin Flame/ The All Seeing
Hawken Dov- The Last Line Of Kronos

     There are many more characters, with even more Honorifics (Which I love to make) But I'd like to save them for another time.

     One more thing I would like to share is the name of the books I will make after Shadow Of The Crow

             

Book Two: Destiny Of The Gate Keeper

Book Three: The Coming Of The King

Book Four: Mystery Of The SwitchBlade Assassins

Book Five: Revenge Of The Dragon

Book Six: The Fall Of Black Light Creed

Book Seven: The Collapse Of Order

Book Eight: Rise Of The New Seven

I hope you enjoyed this taste Of My Story. Let Me know if you want more.
      

Episode 6: To Much?

God, my last post was a mess. And I call myself a writer. Yeah... A writer that doesn't proofread. Well, that's what I get for writing while I'm forcing myself to stay awake. So I'm curious. Is it bad to dream big? Because after thinking about everything I've ever wanted to do in life. It always seems a little bloated (Hugely). To the point of being unrealistic. Back in High school, I made friends with some of the best people I know. Jared, Nick, and Liam. They could all draw to, very well, better than me. And they too, came up with some great stories, and worlds. I had always thought that I couldn't have just happened to become friends with these misfits for no reason.

     There is something larger at play here. I bet if we all came together we could take the art world by storm. We could make our books and stories. The entertainment industry would recognize us, and we would make it big. I think Nick felt the same. But eh, now he does music. We all change eventually. I still to this day think we can, but you know. People will do what they want to do. I have no right to forge your path. Hell when I wanted to look at  food trucks, I wanted it to go so big that eventually it would expand into buying more and being all over the place as a mobile chain.

     Even me wanting my own house seems to be a bit much, well maybe not too bad. At the end of the day. What I want is a four or five bedroom house with at least three bathrooms, two pools, one that's four to five feet deep, and another that goes to eleven. A theater room filled with nerdy movies I love to watch and surround sound. Let's see... Oh! There also has to be an arcade room, library and one hell of a man cave where each wall is costumed designed to look like Star Wars Episodes three through six.... Jesus that is a shit ton.... Moving on!

     I have a friend who also wants to write a book, but her goal is a lot more grounded. She just wants to put it out there, and have the satisfaction of saying that she did. And that's cool. I understand that. Simple dreams are nice, but for some reason I shoot for the fence on what I want. Even with this manuscript. As it stands right now with the word count, there is more there than the first Harry Potter Book... And I'm just a little over halfway done. That's not even the end of it. If I can just manage to get this to an agent. I can move on to the other seven books I plan to write for it. Oh my lord do I aim high. After that, I even want to write at least three more separate stories with an unknown number of books in them.

     I even want to use that as my way in, and write comic books. But that's okay, right? I'm not just some delusional asshole am I? Probably but let's think about this. Everyone who has ever been anything in this world dreamed of getting there. You have to dream big if you want to go big right? Am I crazy?! Probably. But that's not the point.  The point is, that you should dream big, and do everything you can to achieve it.

     One last thing. Seeing as I mentioned my friend, and his music switch, I feel it's only fair to send a link for his band because their music is actually pretty good.     https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheRightsidersBand/

Episode 5: Your Kid Is A Sociopath

Children are little sociopaths. Sounds harsh I know, and it makes me sound like I hate em, but no. Kid's can be awesome, and they generally can understand more then we give them credit for intellectually. I honestly don't know why most adults underestimate children, and there abilities. For the simple fact that every single one of you started off as kids. You knew things. You weren't stupid. You just lacked experience. Which goes back to my main thought. (Well not really, but let's act like it does.)

     Children... Can be little monsters. Just think about your garden variety sociopath. They can lie constantly, without remorse, no shame, traumatic experiences for most might just be meh for them, same thing with good news. They can be very charming at first, highly intelligent, there very manipulative, violent, sexual (Ok normally, I wouldn't say this in comparison to children, because first eww, and second eww, but once again I remember being little... Think I got my first worm wake up at like, age three, and if you ever keep up with the morning news you will here some shit about children doing stuff in school that will guarantee that you wake right the hell up( (LIke me. Never expected to wake up, and hear some shit about a elementry school boy, and his sister raping a girl..)) , and say what the literal fuck?) , Huge ego, disturbing eye contact, small amount of real friends, and immaturity just to name a few.

     Sound familiar? That's right behind the adorable face of your crumb snatcher lies the mind of an unrelenting degenerate. But hey, that's not really a child's fault. Children are still developing mentally as they grow, and have to learn how to behave appropriately. And most of them do grow up to be fine adults in life. So calm your tits I'm not a child hater. Just watch out for that one kid that moves on from fucking with ants, to things that actually bleed... He or she might be in need some serious supervision because he's not normal, also add some big brother style monitoring.

      High School kids however, Oh man do they get to me. That could mostly be from memories I have of high school. Little punks can just be fucking evil. I feel like that should be the age where you start to chill the fuck out, and learn, but they still do a lot of mean evil shit (not all of course.)

     Like you C.G you mother fucker. Everyone thinks your funny, and shit. And here I come to school with my brand new psp, while being naive, and you ask if you can borrow it. I give it to you. You play it for a very long time. I stop seeing it. Ask you where it is, and you smile in my fucking face and say
     "I sold it." And for some reason I never mention the damn thing ever again because I don't want to get anyone in trouble... Should have lit a fire under your ass... hmm... Maybe this is why some people thought I would snap one day. Anyway that was ninth grade, what are you going to do. But it wasn't just that. I have in my time heard students say some truly ass itchingly horrifying things. Like when two students got in a fight. The loser had got beaten so bad that he suffered major brain damage. Permanent brain damage in fact, and I think some issues with his hearing. I hear some girls talking about it who were friends with the winner. The thing that got me was that the hot one said
     "It sucks that it happened to him, but he deserved it. He was annoying." Annoying...Annoying... AN-FUCKING-NOYING?! are you shitting me?! What kind of bullshit is that!? Did I miss something!? Did everyone meet up while I was asleep, and decide that it was now socially acceptable  to bruise someones brain?!, and fuck up there ability to speak?!, and have a normal life because they peeved you that day? Was there? Really? Did it involve a gable?! I bet it involved a gable.

     That's not the worst of either. My school was very tame in comparison to other schools in fact besides that one time it was nice (and maybe a few other things) No other schools had it a lot worst. A couple of my friends had gone to a fantastic little gem of a school called Wallenberg high. A relatively normal. It even has a "Freshmen Friday." Oh man those little scamps are going to toss ninth graders into trash cans? Lovable little scamps. Wait. What's that you say? That's not what they do? They beat the shit out of 9th grade boys? A friend of mine was picked up by his ankles, and dropped on his face, receiving optic nerve damage you say? Some girls would get raped on some years you say?... What the fuck is wrong with you little pricks? I just don't get what about that seems acceptable. Or how that could happen. Actually I believe I did have another good friend who went to that school, and had come up with a sure fire way to not get beaten up by seniors. It even proved to be 100% effective... Bringing a metal bat to school.

     Can't help but wonder if it's something in the food sometimes that fucks with young heads. Must be the fries. That's right kids! Ronald Mc Donald seasons his taters with sociopathic salt to really bring out the flavor. Christ is there even a message or moral to this rant, at this point? Don't eat fast food I guess. And oh maybe watch your children, and help guide them along in life.

     So what do you think? I basically just called children little emotionally confused monsters, so I would like to hear thoughts from others with comments. Also like If you would want more absurd thoughts from me.        

Episode 4:Where To Go From Here

Well, That last one was dramatic. Almost not sure where to go from there. I could talk more about my actual writing, or take it back a notch, and talk about how middle, and high school, plus my friends, and how that all helped shape me today. Anything anyone would want really. But until then, here's my prologue, and chapter one

 Prologue

War has ravished the universe, itself, in ways that could only be done by the likes of Omnipotent beings.From the Source that is the heart of all existence by beings that were once brothers, these formless deities of darkness and light fought over the all  existence that is the Source. It was over this power that these brothers practically broke down the heavens. They took their struggle and blood shed to the mortal plane. Donnining the form of mortals in the world of the living One continuously fighting for absolute power; the other for absolute order.It was from that ideal that sparked the name of our orginization, The Order of Seven Swords and One Lord..

They rallied like minded mortals all across the universe to converged around them. These followers formed together to fight for their cause.Blood has been shed on both sides of battlefield as metal clashed and plasma fire was exchanged.  Their constant struggle has lasted for countless generations. For most, death and war simply have became a way of life as these two Immortals continue to gathered forces of mortal beings around them from across the universe. As the multiple millennia had gone by, there had been no end in sight. Hope for a true end to the suffering had seemed like a child's dream. However, caught in a moment of weakness, the dark god's greatest general and overseer of his vast armada, known as the crow king, has been captured by Order's, but at the cost of a chosen mortal  known as the Gatekeeper.

He. He. He….

Part 1: The Wolf, The Scorpion, And The Tarantula

Chapter 1: My Name Is Roku

Lightning struck nearby the mouth of a large cave. The flash of light startled the boy within.  He woke abruptly. He rolled and scurried backwards in fear. The cold night air burned his lungs as he took in deep, frantic breaths. In the dark the only source of light were the eyes of this startled wolf -like child. They appeared to have a threatening golden glimmer before fading. He rubbed crust out of his eyes and said

“Stupid.Damn.Sky light. Wait that’s not right.Lightning.Ugh.”

Rain splattered down heavily in the forest. Laurel green clouds veiled the night sky. In the forest, most of the creatures were running for their dens and burrows. They had steered away from this cave for the past several nights. It was intimidating in size and covered with thick moss inside and out. There was no source of light from within.The mysterious youth frightened them.

These beasts might have been primitive, but they knew this scent well and the mad frustrated howl that accompanied it. Ferocious wolves ruled over these lands as deadly hunters. From within the depths of the cave, he sat alone in confusion and fear. The young lad couldn't remember who he was, or what he was doing there. All he knew was that his head hurt as if it had been cracked wide open. He was deathly cold. His torn, ivory clothing was soaked. Like any other lost scared child with a splitting headache, he had cried without end,barely able to breathe through the sobs, but that had been days ago.

He was tired of crying. He wanted the clarity of knowing who he is and where he comes from. He knelt down and moved his hands across the rocky floor searching for something. He stopped when he felt singed tree branches and logs. He half smiled and said

“There you are.” He grabbed one of the thicker branches and shaped it to his likings with his fingernails like knives. He rubbed the branch against the log until the smell of smoke and pine filled his nostrils. The boy quickly cupped his hands over the heat and blew on it slowly until it grew into a small flame. Light and warmth filled the small corner of the cave as it flickered, revealing the boys features in the dark.

His eyes, hazel were sunken in with dark circles. His shoulder length hair brunette, and messy. He wore weather worn ivory rags. His skin tone, a light brown tan. His ears were long, and thin. As he listened to the rain echo within the cave, he rubbed his empty stomach With heavy half closed eyes and thought might as well eat something. The nameless boy searched the cave’s cold walls for moss. After mere moments he had found patches where he had been scraping it off with his sharp nails. After gathering the spongy vegetation, he squinted as he sniffed it.

He groaned as he shut his eyes tightly. The boy crinkled his nose, and shoved the moss into his mouth and swallowed it as quickly as he could, hoping not to taste it for more than a second or two. He sat back down on the patchy stone. He doubled over as the moss started to make his gut hurt. He burped loudly nearly regurgitating the unsatisfying plants He tasted it again near the back of his throat. After he was sure he could keep it down, he picked up a rock and began to fiddle with it. He sighed, impatient for the red sun to rise. His vision at night was just as good as it was during the day. However, the thought exploring during the night was a bad idea. But most of all it was unsettling for him.

He knew there were other creatures. Creatures with night vision far bigger than he was. For the boy, something inside told him that alone, he wouldn't stand a chance. He was as frightened of them as they were of him. Walking during the day made him feel safer. He hoped that by exploring this lush green forest he would remember where he was. He knew it was a long shot, but he was optimistic about coming into contact with someone who knew him, or a place where he lived.

Going out would at least help clear his mind. The boy dropped the upper half of his body on the damp course ground and ruffled his hair in frustration. The cave walls trembled as he struck the ground with the back his fist. Droplets of water hit his face.  He screamed out

“Who the hell am I!?” The boy stretched out his right index finger and jabbed his forehead with it. It didn’t matter that it worsened his headache. It was all he could do to keep from kicking and screaming or hurting himself. Again. He couldn’t remember a damn thing.He needed something to jog his memory. Then it hit him.His head throbbed. His eyes turned from a dark hazel to bright gold with black pupils. He stood, shaking. He couldn't control his breathing. The cave seemed to spin. He clutched his head and screamed as he fell. He rolled on the ground.He felt as though something was carving it’s way into his skull. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed himself hoarse. A feminine voiced pealed in the confines of his mind. The mental intruder spoke with amusement.

Poor boy, I’ve been watching you for some time. Do you really want to know who you are? boy? Roku continued to scream from the pain of the intrusive voice in his head. She said Well then. I’ll take that as a yes. Now. Let us show you.  Fragmented memories surfaced.

His vision blurred from shock. He felt like a stranger looking through someone else's eyes, experiencing all that he or she was. No longer could he smell the natural scents of river water, moss and dirt. He was overcome by the smell of chemicals.that burned his nose He opened his eyes At first, he could only see blurred images.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in an ivory colored room. The walls pulsed with an iridescent glow. The walls were as smooth as water -washed stone. In one corner, there were blocks of different sizes and colors. There was a wooden sword laying across a few of the blocks. It seemed familiar to him, but he didn’t know why. Asoft cry came from the other side of the room.

As he turned, his eyes widened. Mascara ran in a black stream down the face of a crying woman who shook violently as she cried out in terror and ran towards him away from a fast approaching fire. He wanted to help her, but he was a child. What could he do? He stumbled on one of the blocks as he walked toward her. Her head snapped up and her eyes flashed with fear. He flinched when she tried to speak. In a cracked voice, she pleaded:

“ROKU! YOU MUST RUN! O-LIN CAN’T HAVE YOU, I WON'T LET THEM KILL MY BABY BOY...RUN!” He didn’t think twice as he ran away from the scared woman. His mouth uttered the words,

“Mommy, come on!” He was confused, but scared for his life. The urge to turn around and run back to her tormented him.  A scream of terror hurt his ears, interrupting his train of thought. His heart skipped a beat. His feet continued to carry him to the end of the white stone hallway. As he turned to go down the spiral stones steps, he heard a thunderous explosion.

“Mommy!”

Something struck the back of his head. He thought he heard his skullcrack. The force threw the boy off his feet and out a nearby window. He looked down to see the fierce waves of the river below. Before he passed out, he heard:

“ROKU!”

He snapped back to reality. His head felt like it was on fire. He was sprawled on the ground with drool crusted on the right side of his face. Sun light stung his eyes. The boy jerked straight up and felt the back of his head.He panted, wondering what he had just experienced. Finally catching his bearings he

How long was I out? A cool morning breeze flowed around him.He remembered one thing.

“My name... is Roku?” He stopped thinking as a vein in his temple throbbed causing a second wave of pain to wash over him. His cry of pain echoed across the walls. Birds of all shapes and colors in the nearby trees took flight. The cry stretched on for miles. In the distance, in a far off tree, two sets of blood red glowing eyes peered into the dark. A flock of enormous blue and yellow striped birds flew by One set of glowing orbs looked up as they approached, unaware of the predator in the branches of the old tree.

With incredible speed a massive clawed arm grabbed one of the flying creatures The bird struggled and screeched in terror as it was dragged into the tree. The rest of the flock scattered from the oak. The bird's flailing shook leaves to the ground. The predator silenced it with its teeth. Bones snapped as feathers and blood stained the grass. A haunting voice asked,

“Are you done?” A man dropped from the tree, covered by shadow appearing as a large beast like silhouette. He vigorously licked the slain bird's blood from his fingers while staring at the blood stain on the grass. He soon shrank down to a smaller form and said in a bored tone,

“Yes. Brother”

“Are you ready for the real hunt?” The man tilted his head up. Half turning, he looked over his shoulder towards the red eyes that leered at him. Moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on half of his blood smeared,brown skinned face. The side of his face that was revealed by the light had shown a single hazel eye. His left eye that was still covered by the darkness of the night glowed bright red.  The man said with a satanic grin and an elated deep voice.

“YES. Brother”

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