Yeah.
I had this long entry. And then hit the back button and deleted it. So here I go again. O:
Im thinking about writing a book. I have a couple character inspirations, and I think i'll write about a 50pg book. Im not sure though. It might be like a mystery horror thing, but with romance. Im good like that. O: But...yeah. I might even transfer it over here to Gaia for you all to read. :B
And i am now grounded. Thanks to my spanish teacher. She sent an email home and all. ): It said I yelled at her and bitched and then said she was worthless. rolleyes Jreken would not say that. Only to someone he really hates. D: But now hes in trouble...Big trouble. He's grounded from computer and Ps2 on weekdays, which means I shouldn't be on now, but I hadn't entered an entry in a while, I guess people might wonder.
Jreken finally got a girlfriend. Last tuesday in fact, exactly one week ago. :B I've liked the girl since 7th grade, (im now in 10th) and I thought she hated me. Straight up. D:
Apparently she's liked me the entire time too. I've had to beat up a couple kids who were literally stalking her though. ): They made her really uncomfortable and all, so I fixed that.
I have OCD. My mom passed it on to me, and I realized that a little while ago. I unnneccesarily wonder and constantly worry about things that I shouldn't. But...Since the last time I kissed someone, way long time ago, I got yelled at, so now my OCD is telling me its bad to kiss my girlfriend. ):
Hell.
Bloody. ********. Hell.
):
But
I had this other thing I was gonna type about and I forgot it.
But
I just remembered. xd
I am going to open a Gaia store shop thingy. I think. Its gonna contain some really cool stuff that's customizable. :B Not avatar art though, Jreken can't do that. ):
And my girlfriend's parents think im an innocent little boy who's just shy. xd Boy will they ever learn.
They need to talk to my parents, they'll find out.
I've gotten wasted countless times. I've broken into a house and literally flooded it. I climb onto roofs, I trespass alot, I've got a whole list of things.
Her parents are strict christian, so I cant really do anything about that. O: But I went over wearing bondage pants, a shirt that says "&$^% off!" and combat boots. xd Lets not forget the long hair. But.. They still think im a good kid. O.o;;
I just figured i'd write and let ya'll know what's up.
heart To everyone
~Jreken
Heres chapter one of the story. Be warned, 'tis a long read.
Chapter 1
"The Trouble Begins"
The man came from the dark forest. For the moment he was alone, but he could tell by the dust travelling towards him that he would soon have company. He was a tormented soul of sorts. His heavy-set body made him look ungainly, yet he moved with a grace born of the high-elves. His skin was tanned to a brown, but yet you could still tell he was a man like any other. His face was thin and sunken for he had not eaten in two days.
He knew he was starving, and he knew he might not live by the time the bandits caught up with him. He had been running through the forest of Chlakkh for many days, yet the bandits had skirted it and ridden hard to catch him. Unless some known force came to save him, he knew he was doomed. He sighed and stopped.
"What more to do now than rest, eh?" he asked himself.
He began to make his camp among the smaller trees on the edge of the forest. Not yet dark out, but darkening quickly, he knew midsummer's eve would be warmest, so he left his blanket packed. He decided not to light a fire in case the bandits might pass out. He pulled out his small oiled stone and began to hone his throwing daggers. They were of dwarven make, hardly ever requiring sharpening, but he decided to make sure. The longsword he wore at his side was encased in a black oiled leather sheath. The scabbard was threaded with scarlet and a single ruby was set near the top.
The ruby was unlike any other upon the planet. One's first impression was it was an eye, for it was deep and clear. But the longer one looked at it, they soon realized it was a ruby of legend, the King-stone of the Dark Elves. Turly this man was a friend to all species. By nature he loved all, but the bandits were driven by a hatred for those who looked or were better off than they. And like so, they are but men.
So the man slept.
. . .
He awoke to dawn's first light, wondering where he was when he suddenly realized his doom. He sighed, because he knew the bandits would steal each precious thing that a race had bestowed upon him and his features suddenly hardened. He could not, and would not let that happen. As a bard by one of his trades, he began to sing a song. The song was a magical one, as most of his and other bards' songs are.
It was a song he learned a long time ago, to further his warrior training. His training was one to harden his senses and become monk-like as one would say. As a monk he was able to use his hands and feet as well as his throwing daggers and longsword. Unknown to those that lived, this man was a sorcerer as well. Only his dead enemies and his best friend residing hundreds of miles away in the double-city of Tinors knew this.
He sighed again, remembering his friend, and in quitting in the middle of the song, it's powers faded. He began the song again, letting it give him more vitality to be able to fight with, but being weakened through starvation, he doubted his ability to fight off the bandits. They had obviously stopped to camp, for they knew they could catch their quarry, amounted as he is.
Their silver laquered armor glinted in the morning light, and the man was suddenly happy. The bandits chasing him has not worn silver armor at all. He soon decided he would make a fire and attract these new people, hoping they would have food or at least they'd help him against the bandits at the least. He at once thought he might look like the royalty that he is.
He took a bit of his very last drinking water and wetted the corner of a scarf and then washed his face. He then stipped off his heavy cloak, exposing a deep blue breastplate and a dark green silken shirt. He removed the covering boots and pants and showed he was wearing deep blue plate boots and shinguards. His pants underneath were like his shirt, dark green and silken. He took the cloth and wiped his armour clean. It shone with a godly light it seemed, and the firelight flickering with the sunlight made him look like a god in it's failing power.
The steeds of the men, if thats what they were, swiftly came up and encircled his camp, if you could call it that. Their leader dismounted with a grace only wood elves could have amid such powerful beasts.
"Who are you and what were you doing in Chlakkh, most beloved of all forests?" demanded the leader.
"My name is Rolar Squirrelhaund in the low language of Royal Wood Elven Guardsmen, such as yourselves.'', Rolar answered, "And my need in thy forest was great as such needed. I am low on drink and have been starved from food for three days now."
"I am glad you are Rolar, for we were sent to escort thee! If you would take our spare mount we brought, we would be away and we may find some refreshment for you." answered the captain.
"Ahh, my need is great. But take away thy elaborate saddle, for any beast will bear me, and I prefer bareback." replied Rolar.
The captain signalled to one of the other Guardsmen, and he jumped down immediately to remove the saddle. Rolar hopped onto the back of the beast, hummed a few words to it, and to the amazement of the elves, it instantly calmed. Rolar shrugged and turned to follow the captain while the other wood elf struggled with the spare saddle.
As they rode, Rolar began questioning the captain, attempting to become friendly with the wood elves, for they keep to themselves usually, and guard their highest language, the one of the trees.
"Where are we headed?" asked Rolar.
"To the place where no paths lead, no trees die, and undergrowth is quelled.", answered the captain, "We go to the Plane of Growth!"
"But...You speak in riddles captain."
"Ah, one must beleive in the Lord of Growth. His magic keeps the plane about whilst the Lords of Darkness and Light battle."
"The Lords are fighting!?"
"Aye, the age old peace contract between them was broken when a lesser demon landed upon our planet, summoned by a dark wizard."
"No! I fear for our planet now! The Lords may bring their battle from the Planes to here!"
"All the wood elves have been taken to the Plane of Growth, where they will be safe until this battle is over. Each species has found it's own hiding hole on a plane."
"So where has man gone?"
"Ah, you ask a dark question, one I am now loath to answer."
"Why?"
"The men and dark elves have made a treaty. Only two Kingdoms refused to go with the dark elves and remain on the 'good' side, so to say."
"Where have the men and dark elves gone?"
"To the Plane of Chaos."
Rolar stopped his horse, the sunlight flickering on his head. The captain and his horse stepped away from Rolar. There was a strange and powerful anger emitting from Rolar. His voice was deep and outraged.
"How could my people, my brethren, join such filth and travel to such a place?" Rolar wondered out loud.
"Wait, the news gets worse." answered the captain.
"What could be worse!?" Rolar thundered. The wood elf guard behind them dropped back some more as the captain turned to stare at them.
"You friend whom you left relaxing in Aiy-Tinor is presumed dead or imprisoned upon the Plane of Chaos, or in Aiy-Tinor."
"What?"
"Aye. Aiy-Tinor and Yos-Tinor were the first to go. I think you have made an enemy by the theft of their King-stone."
"I made no such theft."
"Ah. Then why do you have it?"
"My friend snuck in and theived it, presenting it to me as a gift."
"Are you then, not an accomplice to such a crime?"
"I am, by definition. But yet I never entered Haazanazz."
"Be that as it may, we still shall take the King-stone of dark elves, and sell it to live like kings!"
At this point the illusion around the bandits fell away and they became clad in rags instead of silver armor, and the horse saddles became unadorned and cheap. Rolar started and reached for his longsword, while his throwing daggers were already flying, reappearing magically in his hand, thanks to the glove on his throwing arm. The glove was enchanted to retreive his throwing daggers to him from anywhere.
He drew his sword which at once began singing an eerie dirge as it sailed about him. Three bandits fell with his daggers in their throat and four more took daggers to the chests and biceps, rendering their arms useless. His sword itself sung through their skulls effortlessly. His sword being made from a dragons iron tail spike, and enchanted with everything known to Men, High Elves, and Dwarves, was invincible. For everything his scabbard looked, his sword was plain.
Arrows began raining on him as he slew another of the bandits. Rolar had been worried when the illusion wore off. He knew there to be around 50 bandits following him, but there were only 20 in the party, excluding him. He could now guess where they had went. Many arrows were foiled by his armor, but his steed staggered, having three in the back of it's neck.
He sprang off his steed taking another bandit in the throat as he went. An arrow thwacked into his left arm, rendering it useless for the time. His throwing arms was out, and they closed in. He knew he was doomed.
Rolar remembered something deep in the back of his mind. He began a deep-throated calling song as he fought, hoping for the aid of the elementals he had befriended so long ago. Grud, King of the Earthen ones heard him, and remembered the kindness and friendship that had been shown to him. He appeared in from of Rolar, visible only to Rolar.
"What doest thou need, in disturbing my rest?" Grud asked.
Rolar replied as best he could in the throat torturing language of the earth elementals. Grud nodded and dissapeared. Rolar continued fighting, but he knew his strength was almost gone. Suddenly he heard a roar from nearby, and the arrows instantly stopped raining upon him. He smiled and knew Grud was a good friend. A bandit's crushed body flew by him and took out one of Rolar's last 7 attackers. A giant earth elemental came into the clearing and roared again. It grabbed three of Rolar's attackers and stomped a fourth deep into the ground.
Behind Rolar, a bandit grasped the chance of a swift victory, and a prisoner to boot. He bashed Rolar in the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, hoping the elemental would disperse back to hit's plane. Instead, as Rolar fell with a shout, the elemental roared and turned as it's friend fell.
The last thing the bandit saw as Rolar got up was a fist the size of his tent sailing towards his face. Rolar noted the distance his would-be captor's body flew and laughed. The last two bandits looked at Rolar, looked at the giant playing catch with one of their friends (still alive unfortunately) and immediately dropped their weapons and laid down. Having no pity for the filth that had pursued him, Rolar turned to the elemental and nodded. The elemental stomped the two bandits into the ground and kicked a little bit of dirt around, to cover the bodies. It bent down to Rolar and picked him up gently.
"Kindly take me to your king." Rolar said.
And he fainted away.
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