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Chapter 1: The RescueDragon Soul, Chapter 1: The Rescue
The ground was moist and filled with puddles from a rain that morning as I ran, splashing through the many puddles. I was determined to rescue my brother. After much running I had finally come to the bandit camp. It was well fortified and guarded. Then using my quick speed, I ran at it. Dogging the many walls of pointed logs and trenches, I came upon the main fort. I began entering when the guards spotted me. Many bandits armed with spears and axes charged at my position. I drew my katana the Hesinto Dragon T. blade and killed them easily. Many more guards were coming but I could not waist my time, I had to find my brother, and fast. Upon entering the fort there was 3 men and my brother. I new that the older one had to be the bandit leader, Nimel. Have you come for this child? Nimel said. Yes, he is my brother and I demand you give him to me! I said. Nimel then turned to his 2 guards; one had a spear and
Dragon Soul prequalDragon Soul: The Beginning
Long ago when this land prospered, a war between Heaven and Hell broke out. The battlefield was on Earth. The many different races on earth were divided between the two factions. Then near the end of the war God and Satan sent out one last attack. If they would collide then it would destroy earth but as the neared each other a group of Belnirin mages concealed it and that created the binding stone. This made it so neither Heaven or Hell could come to Earth so that the war could not happen again.
After the war there was an uprising in Hell. Many demons wanted to continue the war. Those that did this were the stronger demons and left the presence of Satan. They were called Deaniths which in the Belnirin language means "fallen demons". They were lead by a Deanith named Kaothis.
Around 170 years ago there was a child born and his name was Valnish. Even though he was neither Elf nor Belniren; he could use magi
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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