This is a really good story so far and I really liked it! Keep going and write more.

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The Chronicles of a Centurion: The Beginning

The cool breeze shifted the leaves off the branches helping them gently fall. The cool air wrapped Fayel in a cool blanket of air. His eyes slowly raised, as he realized he was late. He jumped from the tree and ran as fast as he could through the town. As he turned the corner he saw Revardo, his mentor and guardian standing in the door. He was looking down at a pocket watch as Fayel approached him.
"You're late." Revardo stated sternly, as he put his watch in his pocket. Fayel waited for a speech, but instead there was laughter.
        They both entered the dark blacksmith shop, the heat from the furnace radiated throughout the shop. They got to work as soon as possible. Every second was spent hammering and pounding red metal. Sweat poured from Fayel's and Revardo's head.
        After hours of relentless labor Revardo sat in a chair next to the window. He watched the rain fall as he took large gasps of air,
"That's enough for today Fayel." Fayel walked over and pulled a chair up,
"I have a little surprise for you." He walked over under a table and pulled out two chests.
"These are for you. To celebrate you becoming a man." It was the tradition of the people of Evergond. That a young elven teenager should come to the age of an adult he had two choices. One, he would leave his town, and become an Elven Warrior and become world known by killing a dragon or discovering a great treasure. He slowly opened the large chests, they contained a whole suit of perfect chain mail armor, sword, shield, with bow and arrows. He looked down at the beautiful craftsmanship of each item that lay before him.
"So, what do you want to do? Kill a dragon, or what will you do to become a Elven Warrior?" Revardo asked letting smoke roll out of his pipes.
"I think that I'll....." he stopped in mid sentence by an arrow that shot through the window and stabbed perfectly in the middle of the table.
        They looked outside to see an atrocity, hundreds of orc's raided the town slaughtering countless innocents. Revardo got Fayel's attetion,
"Over here!" he pulled back the rug that revealed a hatch. He didn't question where it lead, he just followed. It was cold damp and dark, Revardo held up a latern looking around.
"Quickly this way!" he said running through the corridors. Fayel ran with all his the speed and agility he had in his body, they ran to an old ladder with light peering through the holes of the hatch over head. Fayel started to go up the ladder, but for one second hesitated,
"Go boy! You want those brutes to kill us?" Then without a second thought he opened the hatch and saw that it lead them high on a hill behind the town. They both watched the town going up in a blaze of fire and smoke. Fayel started walking towards the town and Revardo jumped and knocked them both down behind a large group of bushes. They both watched as two Orc's holding huge axe's looking around,
"Humph! Stupid elves, maybe they dead." snorted one swinging his axe wildly at the air.
"Well, the Aeon will be happy. Let's go." Fayel and Revardo waited until they were back down into the tunnel before getting up.
"Revardo what do we do? All our family and friends are dead!" Revardo scratched his chin for a second pondering on what they should do,
"We will travel to the Imperial City and tell the Emperor. He will understand and will justly punish who has destroyed our town."
        They started walking, up and down hills, after the first two hours it seemed to be a repetative motion. Revardo saw that it was getting late, so they stopped off in a cave for the night. Fayel found some kindle and lit a small fire,
"Revardo, what did that orc mean? What is a Aeon? What is going on?" Revardo knew he could hide it no longer. He leaned back on a rock and told the entire tale,
"Well, it was over 3,0000 years ago. When the land of Evergond was young, we never had mortal kings or Emperors. We had Centurions." That word alone rang out in Fayel's mind.
"Never heard of them? No surprise, not many people have. You see back in that time things were perfect. No one was ever sick, you see the Centruion's had cures for almost everything. They were so advanced that they cured the common cold, cancer and every illness you could think of. Centurion's lived for over 70,000 years and never got old. Many people called them 'perfect'." he paused for a second,
"Well, with such great advancements in medicine and sciences, why did their society die?" Revardo looked deep into the fire, he looked focused,
"That my boy, that is what I don't understand. You see their queen, she was lovely, nice to everyone. Well until one when their allies, the Aeon's who were their most trusted friends betrayed them. They slaughtered them, they wanted their advanced sciences and technology, but in a last desprate hope of keeping their society alive they sent their children through time. Along with a overseer who would take care of them. There is suppose to be one in every time sequence but, ours hasn't came yet." Fayel could of swore he had heard it all before but wasn't quite sure where. As the fire was dying out Revardo stood up,
"Well I'm rested good enough. If we go now we can get to the ship port and get to the Imperial city in the morning."
        They headed back out into the night and the rain came down about five times harder. They spent another hour running in the down pour, they reach a small ship port. They ran up to the ship and saw the captain tying a rope to the port. He saw Revardo and Fayel walking his way,
"Sorry, the storm's too much for my ship. Stay in that inn over there tonight and we'll head out in the morning."  With no other choice they headed over to the small buliding where loud cursing and the smoke iminated. As they entered the inn a large bearded man asked them,
"You here for a visit er stayin' the nite?"
"Staying the night here's the money for the room." said Revardo handing him a small sack of coins. The two went over to the corner of the room staying out of way of everyone. They were afraid that they were being watched by someone who was a guard who had followed them.
        Fayel noticed a small group of people over in the corner around a small round table. They were wearing the same red cloaks they were. He picked up every word of the conversation,
"Alright, so the attack on the elven town was a success?" Another silent person in a red cloak nodded silently.
"Excellent. The Centurion will surely be drawn out now, now do not be happy yet. It almost time for him to return, we have only two nights left. Tonight we'll meet in room 243 knock twice and when asked, 'What is the purpose of the Artena?' you reply 'To serve the Centruion no matter what the cost.' Now we will disperse and meet in the room tonight at elven." Without another word, they left. Fayel turned to Revardo
"We have to attend that meeting."
        That night at elven Revardo and Fayel went to the door, Fayel's heart beat like a drum. He knocked and a pair of peering eyes shot right through him,
"What is the purpose of the Artena?"
"To serve the the Centruion no matter the cost." the small sliding door where the eyes peered out at him shut and the door opened. They went inside to a near pitch dark room, they were all wearing crimson colored cloaks.
"Welcome fellow protecters of the Centurion. As you know the time is drawing near to the time of the Centurion. Tonight we are to travel to the dark woods to "take care" of some enemies. Enemies in who help serve the Aeon. Tonight we should take pride in what we are about to do, we are about to put these final chapters to end. To end our worries about the Empire, but let us speak no more. We must go fulfill the final chapters in the return of the Centurion!" There were no other words spoken, they all ran down the stairs out to a covered wagon. Fayel and Revardo never spoke a word on the way down, they knew to keep silent.
        They were high on a hill, given bow and arrows, and were told to kill the soldiers who protected the covered wagons that had the insignia of the Aeon on it. It was silent for a few minutes, then the sound of wagon wheels could be heard, all of the Artena pulled back their arrows, Revardo quickly leaned over,
"Miss every shot." he whispered. As the covered wagon passed the trees they out an array of arrows. The driver fell over dead, the two armored soliders fought back, but it was a vain attempt. The Artena had killed them in two shots. After they had gotten rid of the soliders they took all their vaulables, swords, shields, armor, arrow's. They loaded up their goods and put them on their covered wagon and headed back to the inn.
        That night they went back to room 243 with the rest of the Artena, when they got into the room everyone gathered into a circle,
"Good work tonight men. Now tommrrow night be here at elven ' o clock. We will go then to the last siting of a Centurion and wait for his arrival tommrrow night."  Fayel and Revardo went back to their rooms that night, and went straight to sleep. Fayel expected to have a good night's sleep, but it was anything but good. He fell into a deep, deep sleep. He dreamed so vividly, he dreamed that he was sitting on a throne, but it wasn't him. He was a white skinned man, with people dancing, singing, and being merry all around him. People brought him fine wines in golden gauntlents, people danced all around him. Fayel then heard a woman's high pitched voice echoing outside the palace, as he pushed through the crowd the voice got louder and louder. As he opened the door he saw a great blinding white light and he awoke in a cold sweat. It was dark and Revardo was sitting next to him in his Artena disgusie.
"Come on Fayel, we must hurry!"
        They met outside and Fayel had this weird feeling that something was about to take place. They rode, the entire trip was silent. When they got to where they were going they were at a deserted destroyed manor.
"This is where the last Centurion resided, there has to be a clue around here somewhere, everyone spread out and look." Fayel looked around picking up old books, and looking in dusty barrels. Then he saw it, a great square stone that shot up into the sky and had a pyramid at the top. As he got closer his heart pounded faster and harder, there was a perfect hand print that glowed a cerluean blue. He hesistated at first, then he put his hand in the hand print.
There was a blue ray of light that shot him up into the sky, everything about him changed. His hair grew longer and turned blue, his skin became white, he grew buldging muscles, and grew taller. The blue light landed him slowly and gently back onto the ground. As he looked around the Artena along with Revardo was bowed around him. He didn't know what to say, he moved forward and spoke,
"Wha...what happened?" he asked noticing that his voice had become deeper and had changed it's dialect. One of the Artena stood up and bowed,
"Our dear Centurion, how we have waited for your return. Please, Sir Magus let us take you to your throne."  They lead Fayel who is now Magus to a large moutain, there they stood waiting for something to happen. Magus then lifted his hand and a great crack opened the moutain, revealing an ancient piece of machinerey. An airship, something that hadn't been seen for over eight-hundred years in Evergond. They were all in awe at the massive size of this machine, Magus went onto it first. He pushed a dial and a ramp was released from the ancient airship. He walked aboard peering over all the dials, and knobs that ran it. He then summoned the Artena onto the airship and with great ease it lifted off the ground and flew high into the sky.
        They first flew to the ancient city of Salvador, where all the workers of the Centurion waited for his return. He looked as all the people of the small settlement screamed and jumped in excitement because of Magus returning. As in his dream, people danced around him, laughed, and brought him extravagant foods on silver dinning dishes. He stood up and made his annoucement,
"Good people of Salvador, I have returned. I have returned to take over the land of Evergond like the Centruions ruled so long ago. Now, my army, let us be ready for tonight. We storm the Imperial Manor!"
        Later that night, men from Salvador and the Artena filled the airship. They were heading to confront the Aeon who was using the Emperor as his puppet. The air ship let a gust of air as it lefted off to the Imperial city. Magus sat in the captains chair, waiting to face the Aeon, he sat and planned his plan to attack as they flew through the clouds. As they approached the Imperial city and the Emperor's palace they ran out attacking all the Aeon's mechanical knights. As soon as Magus got off the airship he headed to the throne room where the Aeon would be.
        As he entered the darkened throne room he saw the crimson color of blood that was on the floor at the feet of his adversary. He had betrayed the Emperor, killing him gave him the power to rule.
"Ah, a Centurion. I haven't seen one of your kind for three hundred years. It'll be good to test my skills, and prove once and for all that the Aeon's are better than the Centurions!" He charged at him with a silver bladed sword. Magus retailiated with his sword, putting them in a struggle of who's strength would wear out first. They fought swinging blades hitting together causing sparks to fly, the Aeon kicked Magus forcing him out of the window. He was a few inches away from falling from his death, the Aeon came out placed the sword next to his neck on the ground,
"Well, it looks like an Aeon can beat a Centurion huh?" Then with his last bit of hope he kicked the Aeon over the wall falling to his doom. Then Magus walked into the throne room and sat on the the throne, his throne to rule over Evergond for years to come.

Plot:
The plot is Intresting and orginal

Character Development:
The main character Fayel goes from being a regular everyday blacksmith apprentice to being a being with the ability to control the elements of the land. Fire, water, air, ice, and dark matter. He changes dramaticly during the story.

Structure:
the structure is straight forward. It goes from beginning to end.

Tone/Voice:
The story's personality is justice. The main character realizes who he is after something changes him in the story and he see's the reason he has to confront the foe that has been set before him. Then when he realizes this he takes it head on.

There really good, I am really not a critiqe. And I kinda stick to romance and a little thriller but It is good and I like it. Though I really read poetry but I still liked it. Bye

Basketball:
Point Guard: She's the shortest, quickest, and best ball handling player on the team. The Point Guard doesn't shoot much, but she is the team leader on the court and mananges the plays.
Shooting Guard: She specializes in getting the ball in the basket and scoring points. She's skilled in hitting those three-point baskets from outside the line and darting to the basket for layups. Great witht the basketball, she can throw, dribble, and shoot in her sleep. Center: She the strongest, tallesr, and highest-jumping player on the team. On college and professional teams, all eyes are on the Center. The Center rules the free throw lane, and shoots from right under the basket. She gets right into the mix, creates the space to shoot and score, and so is also a major factor on defense for rebounding. Power forward: She grabs the rebounding ball from the other teams point, fast breaks it down the court, dribbles hard, and passes to the center. She's also a good shooter. Actually, all the players need to be a good shooter.
Small forward: The forward does it all. She shoots, runs, passes the ball, and scores, scores, scores. She's the ultimate player, and can substitute for anyone.

                         WHY ?
Impatiently I wait here,
and here I shall forever be.
Forever here and longing,
for my love's return to me.

I exist only for him,
and for each next ardent embrace.
For the gifts of ectasy that he brings,
are in his touch, his scent, his taste.

My love does not keep me waiting long,
although he knows I wait faithfully.
Eternally beckoning only to him,
in calmness or calamity.

Yes it is I, that he returns to,
as he must forever more.
For why would the sea,
ever want to be, away from it's shore ?

aware3,  written  09/09/2007

great poem!

The Abused Child

The child abused cries in the dark,
The emotional abuse is just the start.
The ugly bruises, the loosened hair,
The untold secrets she'll never share.
Having no friends but the ones in her head,
She holds them close as she lye in her bed.
Wishing the good Lord would take her away,
Why is this happening?,
Why does he make her stay?
Hoping for one kind word a hug or a kiss,
She can't remember the last time she had this.
A mother who hates her,
A father that won't let her be,
The anger inside her grows like a seed.
No escape no help from anyone,
She wants her time her on earth to be over , be done.
Can this stop? Will it go away?
Will she live to see another day?
She hates her life, hates what they've made her become,
She knows that they hate her, That she's loved by noone.
The abused child is a complex one,
This battle, this war,
In her mind will never be done.

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this is so crazy!
you people write some cool poems!

Together

Yussuff fuhad

 

 

 

Of long past I see us together, love and appeal a great deal it is forever, I hold on tight a great fortune of us together; I see I see we deserve our self forever

Lets stay together and love forever, but mortal life bound us not forever, we meet again at gates of heaven; we stay together eternal surrender

 

I hope together we love forever, I hold forever I surrender my desire, forever and for always I put together, pieces of my broken heart and love of my cherisher.

 

Lost of words, I imagine your character, speechless of words I sing of desire, love and melody of great appearance

 

Together and forever we bound eternal, with love within our great heart… I surrender

                               

The candles of time the story of hope.
The windows of thought, the love that she wrote.
Through fire and earth, we grow like the trees
'til death do us part we call on the breeze.

Our time is to short our love here to weak
i fell to the ground to happy to breath
A story unfolds. to travel is key
return to our breeding and live on our knees.

Growing Up

I remember the mornings,the sun in the sky
The smell of the flowers, the wink of an eye
"it wasn't my fault Miss...." i tried to protest
"Go stand in the hall .you horrible pest"

Late home from school."Son where have you been ?"
"Fishing and larking Mum, Down by the stream"
Straight off to bed, no wonder i'm small
I didn't catch nothing, nothing at all

It continued like this all through my days
the sun overhead, we laughed as we played
I hated sience and maths. but english was ok
loved football and fighting and summers sports day
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One days all this stopped and that rains they came down

I'm sorry Young Jack your and adult now

What i should be doing

I settle down in down blankets to sleep
(they’re not my own
But they do the job nonetheless).
But as i comfort in
The vague, familiar hands of homeless heartache
slur up beside me.
And so i change pace;
Watching estranged acts
Done to strange women
So that i can forget
The same woman.

I resume
(half fulfilled,
Half cured of an empty)
To read the same words
Spoken by different and differing voices.

One would think that by now,
With all of the different screams
Shouting of the same old things,
That we would have learned better,
And would be able to manipulate ourselves better as well.
Yet, time and time again,
We seem to be realizing that
Our little rock is hurtling somewhere
And our pleas aren’t changing course.

Or perhaps they are
And i just find myself too close to the picture
To see anything except the brand of paint used.

Still,
Even with this outlook renewed
I return
(your strange acts
Done to my estranged women
All branded with the face
Of my same woman)
To familiar habits and ways
Of this habitat unchanged,
Only to realize that this is the beginning
Of a grand addiction
Of the things that i should not be doing.

Will What Will

I found myself standing at a place
Where the echoes of your shadows
Of your presence
Lay embedded in my memory,
And i feel the longing to be
Imprisoned by this art of recollection.
One couldn't but wonder
That if he fought hard enough
Something might bend to his will,
Bend so that distant points of time would brush
With a delicate fuzz,
And my shadows here
Would echo within yours from measures come and gone.
And this composed moment could linger and ring
As a sign and a testament
To all that we have become.

Free will exists purely in the imaginings of one's future,
So why is it that i find the most liberation
In the crevices that remain from our footsteps?
Yet i know that these hollows are nothing more;
They forever rest empty of substance and leave only shadows to interpret.
Time is no servant to man's will, but a master of it instead
And it will thrust on like a conquistador,
Regardless of what i will from it.
But it is not with full lamentation that i regard this fact
For i am not sure that i would wish to be the master of anything,
Let alone time being the object of my command.
And if such were the case
I would eventually rob you of your desires and imaginings,
And it is because of those
That i so long to ease my shadow into fitting your form.

Remember the sting of childhood
Mommy stares you down, as Daddy just stood...
Tears welled up in your eyes
And the heat in your face starts to rise.

Feeling so ashamed, you start to run away.
Feel the pain as your soul burns today.

You will never know
why these feelings show
why I had to go.
I was just so low

Another day goes by
Mom sang hushabye
Then i started to cry
Mom just asked me why

Then i started to realized...
So slowly, so softly....

She was just so confused
She forgot, i was once her muse
Now i'm not! I just feel so used

And now I realize
That i'm the one confused...

Never stops the train
The game
The shame
The pain

Now I know it's all the same...
Now I know life's just a game

Everyone's just waiting
I'm Waxing and Wanning
'Til the sun's done playing
And the moon's starts fading...

Everything is just the same
Don't think things will ever change

My poems go on, as stars move on
An endless cycle that's as old as Aeon
Things change so suddenly
And then move so quickly...

It's hard not to paint them all the same color...

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Sorry about the post below, still learning about how to work the site. It's submitted now. Please ignore or delete the comment below with my penname on it. Thanks.

Lookin’ in The mirror
Take a look in the mirror,

See your own reflection,

Fear not the water for it purifies,

Doused upon your face like a morning shower.

Watch as the ripples run away

The face that stares you down,

Looking deep into you,

Wondering if you'll make it another day.

This image upsets me,

The face that I've become,

Weak, feeble and trusting; all emotions begone,

No more will I be blind to what is there to see.

Here I make my stand,

My life begins now,

Take no prisoners and with this vow,

I will make my future with these hands.

By

Brandon Leighe

copyright 2004

Waves crash and winds blow.
Seasons change, off we go.
Another time, another place.
Sometimes this world is too fast pace.

I wish you could see me now.
Maybe it's time to take a bow.
You shined your light.
Now maybe, I think, I maybe might.

Fish and boats and rocks and shores.
Never again do I want carpet floors.
Ocean on my silly mind.
Jellyfish. Why can't I be your kind?

Party hard. Party down.
Make a face at the big red clown.
Take my hand, the fun is here.
Just relax, and have another beer.

GOOD!!

It was bright day and i was wearing my favorite shirt; sleeveless, white and perfect for the weather here in Australia. I would miss watching the breeze play with my hair, the light drizzles that came in the late summer...  But my mother and her new husband, David, needed some time alone and i felt that. So i was going to spend some family time with my dad, Simon.

"Mom, it's okay!" I once again told my super emotional mom when we had reached the airport. "I'll be fine. Dad is there and we'll be completely happy together. He'll take care of me."

"Evana...Really you can come with us," she once again tried to convince me. Although i knew that she still wanted to stay with David much more.
 
"Mom, I promise to call you everyday and i will absolutely keep myself safe!" I mean what else can i say to my mother when she keeps on insisting on something that she doesn't want at the moment? " Mom, my plane is about t o leave and i have to go...I'll see you later." I wanted to tell her that i would miss her dearly but that would just make things worse.

"Alright then honey. i love you."

"Love you too mom. Bye." I said as i walked into the hall to meet my plane.

"Don't forget to call me!" Her departing words. I sighed.

"Don't worry. Bye! Love you!"

When i got into the plane i sat down and starting reading one of my favorite books "Romeo and Juliet". I don't know when but probably in a few hours i dozed off to sleep with the book still in my hands.

When I was a boy we lived on a small farm not far from the city. I slopped pigs, rode horses and climbed on bales of hay stacked inside our big, old barn. We had an owl sleeping in the rafters and at night he'd swoop down and eat field mice.  In the morning I'd marvel at the litter of tiny, perfect bones left along the hay. I remember my mother in the front yard picking rhubarb while my father sat on the porch drinking beer. Every time I see rhubarb in a store I think of her turning the earth,planting,picking and making pies.

great project

this is great!