Let us Reminisce and bask in the glory that is I your faithful lovingly amazing and self-centered egocentric narcissistic Truett. Let us bathe in the sweat and blood of others while we sip on our expensive wines and smoke fat turd shaped cigars from another country while the poor suffer while we gain from the lives they sacrifice while we feed them positive thoughts and keep their education simple and force the rightness of one religion that force feeds gullibility and ignorance.
Oh,my bad, I said my name huh. wishful thinking I guess. what I really meant to say is *censored* let me tell you those fat cats in *this sentence has been censored*. Everything is attached to the damn *censored* who has been *censored* for thousands of years. In a way I can understand where their coming from we are still a mass of primitive *censored* but why do they get the say in the politics of the world I will maybe know, maybe the *censored* Really did come down and hand them the *censored* but eh what am I to say I'm only one man with two apparently uninteresting Blog posts on the internet. what change can I make besides publicly saying *censored and edited/ I LOVE MY GOD BLESSED GOVERNMENT \ end edit and censored*
But hey,*Remaining paragraph censored*
But alas let me tell you about something that wont mark me as a potential terrorist and get me thrown in a prison.
I'm tired, and was hoping that this meaningless blog will motivate me a bit to write a bit more before my sleepy time. Heres to hoping!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
A second draft of the prelude to Airden Prophacies: The Legacy of Night
Ok so I know this is somewhat Robert Jordan world. but trust me it changes drastically from this in this book. Ill state my reasons later once I finish. 55% left to go and debating on increasing my word count goal from 60k to maybe 80k or 100.
and mind the grammar errors and spell fails. if it bugs you enough send me an edited copy :P. hope you enjoy and send feedback. Thank you
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A small settlement stood deep in the land once known as the Valley of Peace some fifteen hundred years ago. Now it layed unnamed. The land gave the anceint name justice, with its beautiful rolling hills of thick green grass with the seldom grey stone cliff. Red and blue flowers budded for the new spring air. The crisp wind gently flowed through the land leaving a comfortable chill in the air. A great city once stood here far beyond the age of the name it was once given. reminces of stone houses and walkways thick black and grey roads now broken and virtualy unseen by thick grass and shrub crisscross the land still holding on to a past long forgotten. For Samual a well aged man for his years, That past or a peice of it was his lifeblood. for nearly twelve generations his kind slowly regained an important part of that past, which lied in this very land. The vast and beautiful Web The ancient people left behind shattered and torn to shreds for a reason scientificaly unproven, yes one could follow the folklore, a great and powerful unified world with machinery that could function like a human to do mundane tasks so human kind could live in peace disputes settled by machine clashing agenst machine, a eutopic world where man lived long fulfilling lives.They were all knowing in The Path that he and so few have taken.The Path of the Gian was a sacred practice where a man could take in the energies of his surroundings and use it to his advantage. speed strength longevity and an unsurpassing oneness with the world around you were, said the folklore, minor benifets to a follower of The Path. much is unknown about what could be done.
and this beautiful network of endless knowledge and information created not long after man gained control of electricity it evolved into a great library and so much more a place where one could comunicate with another clear across the globe share data and information in a blink of an eye. and here he was to bask in it in ways no man could imagine. The people of this folklore were eventualy destroyed by the machines they created, a devistating war that lasted for hundreds of years and left the human race from billions to only a few million and spread across the globe. he could understand that part a great war happened the vast unmarked graves that lay all around him was proof enough. hundreds of thousand maybe even millions were burried here a long long time ago. being a Gian, a follower of The Path, and an Eddicos, a being of the web, you could say, Samual knew being called that name was a joke now that there is only fragments of it left. But his job was to fix it and his race of Gian people so they can be a full Gian once again.
Samual walked his settlement, his mind was on matters of great importance. He couldnt explain it but he felt it in his gut.he smiled and nodded at at passerbys as they bowed to him in robes of an aprentice blue or a masters white as he absorbed the cool air into him and each footstep of bare feet on dirt. he felt revitalized. being as old as he was it was dangerous to absorb too much. his old body may still hold a hint of youth to it but he needed his rest and taking frequent breaks from The Web to absorb and meditate the world around him was aching his bones. he knew this will be his last Dive for the night. and rest will be needed. sepertation from the web and his studies proved painful at times but he could always guide a young apprentice to where he left off and aid them if needed.
He abosorbed into him with youthful eyes, his settlement. the whole of the community was tightknitt and close. the only building that was any distance from the others was the temple 5 storys tall and made of good solid polished stone it held most of the masters and a few chosen aprentices including his one. and that was only an infants throw away from the others. with only five hundred, give or take, inhabbitance there was no need for more then one road and that mostly held craftsmen and traders who understood that the loud noises of the city. the typical shouting and bartering were prohibited. all the shops were closing down now at sun set. the best time for any Gian to meditate. the buildings were mostly made of wood and stone and the power provided by small generators that led bright streams of light on the streets above him in a pure white. dulling the beauty of the new born half moon and its stars, he felt split with that like his training taught him to be. The gian people were people of the earth to use the natural flows of the world to do greater good for in service of the people of the world but to use it to fuel the machines that held the web and use it to rebuild it could be considered taboo to other Gians.
He began his slow walk back when he realized he was being watched. He was getting old if his hightened senses couldnt pick up that. it didnt startle him just made him pause. when the the one watching him picked up on the signal she began to walk to himher thin soft face lowered and hands tucked in the sleeves of her blue robe young Caytlinn was on her fifth year of aprentiship and showing great promise being orphaned so young she spent most of her young years fending for herself until samual found her and took her in.
He wanted to scold her and smile deeply at her. something that only his apprentice could do to him. but he did neither
"What are you doing here child? find it amusing to interupt my meditation?"
she bowed her knees quickly and with a sigh she spoke.
"Not at all master, I'm only concerned."
he wanted to chuckle she knew him well as well as it should be but order must be implimented in his aprentice before she can wear the white he was wearing.
"Only you could think a child like you could worry about the eldest master here."
"My master-"
"Order child!" he barked. then he smile as her silver eyes met his. they held the slightest slant to them. and her cheeks reddened.
"I apologize. can I speak freely?"
he began to walk. "as we walk and meditate as one, yes" as they walked he could feel her energy open to him youthful and vibrant it was a sacred bond that only master and aprentice could share. and he opened himself to her. his grounded aged engergy seemed to weigh her shoulders down. he could not remember being so youthful and as vibrant as she. they walked a slow walk to the temple.
"I have always seen you as a father to me," she began. and the energy she gave out was like a young girl admiring her father.
"control that," he guided her to supress that energy. displaying his own affection through the energy that of a father holding his infant child. something he felt along time ago and something he thought was long burried. then visably weakining it with a steady calm. she mimiced and she continued.
"I know that you are my master and it is not my place to be concerned. you are the strongest and the wisest here," she sighed the link between them held a steady calm. he was proud of that. her face may not express the calmness but her energy does. her face held genuine concern. "you just wear yourself too thin and I can see that and now i feel it in you."
she chucked slightly." you havnt slept in three days. and your draining more then what I repenish."
"I know." he lied. they walked passed the gates to the tower. he lost his place in the world for a moment. swimming in that youthfulness. but his mistake could always be a benifit for her. He stopped before the doorway and looked at her. he took a deep breath and took in as much as he could from her. she sighed from the drain but held strong. "I know I need sleep this will be my last Dive for the week. I'm close child, to something amazing. I just dont know what it is yet."
"let me take over. I know the Web better then most and I'm strong with The Path." she said calmly respectivly.
"It might be dangerous, and you need to train more in the path before you could be allowed back into The Web." he seperated from the link. doing so too strongly might kill them both.
"Master, I know you just took my energy because you needed it."
he nodded.
"dont lie and say its for my training. dont lie and say your fine. we cant lose you eldest." she sounded like she began to wimper but cut herself off.
he grabbed her hand and smiled. " my 87th birthday is drawing near. I can live 20 more if I choose. i can live longer if i choose. I may do so. I will not die today. This will be the first and last time we have this discussion."
she nodded. and bowed.
"what of my training?"
"you may eat a bowl of rice and a sip of tea. then meditate over control of yourself. once you understand that we will discuss control of your surroundings."
she smiled a worried smile and kissed his hand." just remember we need you. and we all love you."
"be off child."
she curtsied and walked up the stairs inside the gate of the tower. and he began he treck down the stairs. he felt youthful and young again. as he thought about his people and his next plan of action.
down the winding stairs he went untill he opened a heavy wooden door that led into the control room. only one modorator was there a young master that just earned his white, named Delis. a tall lanky man with a thin bear wrapped around his lower jaw and long hair kept neatly up, bowed to him. he was standing in front of a large monitor analizing data from the day.
The control room was a clean white room with little furnishing only a pillow in the center with a thick metal stand as high as his knee called the Branch. a dozen more branches spread across the walls of the room with pillows for sitting. then the large clear monitor that stood a step above the Branches. then far on the other side of the room was the Link. a big black box that was the conection to the web. not the only one in existance. but so far the strongest that has been uncovered and the less damaged.
samual bowed back as he began to walk to the center branch.
"this must be your tenth dive this week Eldest." the young master smiled.
"In four days to be exact." samual sighed. there is no one true leader of the Eddicos only respect given to the diserved. from master to master or to aprentice to master. that was the only difference.
"your a stronger man then I. you can literaly burn yourself out if you go to often-"
" spare the speech young Delis I already got an earful from someone unexpected."
Delis chuckled and began typing away at the large screen. silver eyes fousing in on his task for Samual.
"far be it from me, to give an eldest an earful. its your Line not mine." his eyes shifted with a grin "and your apprentice." he added.
Samual rolled his eyes the girl was on the brink of control and full understanding. but he felt usless as a master not understanding the final link thats preventing her from acheiving the True Path.
"Agreed." samual forced a smile as he moved the pillow and sat down on the hard floor. "On to busness."
"I got you set up not far from where you last were something is preventing me from getting there."
"I know I cant put my finger on it but I set myself up to go back with no problems." he tapped the glass on the branch to expose a long thin wire with a short metal bar as the plug and shifted his neck. to expose the input on his neck. it wasnt that difficult of a device. but the surgery to get it inplanted was painful. the device was made to transfer the energy of the body and the brain to the Web itself through the tiny wire you plug into. the branch its the true converter turning energy and thought into code a computer can translate into a primary program that has total free will and is able to change and construct what it wants with the foregn engery exerted. where some users of the path use the energy they absorb for quickness stamina stamina or strength the eddicos use it to rebuild The Web.
"Ill send a distress beacon if anything should occur." it was seldom that it did the worst case ever herd of was a man fried his converter and came out speaking some ancient unknown language.
the young master nodded and samual began the process of bottling his energy into the device itself then closing his eyes he prepaired for the shock of the Dive and he plugged himself in.
the shock was not painful it never is, its like like diving in ice exept from feeling life to feeling nothing. just existance. he settled himself to the Stream he layed out before he left where he was to go. there is no action like walking just being in one place then another. the Stream you take must have a Root. and to to find a Root it seemed like hours of endlessness searching and digging. you can create a million streams taking amillion paths before finding a single root. more often then not a root could be shattered when you get there and a root must be whole before you could create a stream to find another.
the root he was headed for was nearly complete. the thing that made it amazing was it had a vast amount of information on it far beyond what he has seen before. and nothing that hes peiced together has made any sense.
He was there. standing on the root. like broken glass shards layed all around him the largest being as big as his handsome as small as dust he stood on the largest shard as ling as a house clear like the rest only a glimmer of unseen light showed him the shapes he was working with. slowly he willed tthe peices together using his energy. his body being grounded to the earth helped him in the prossess. feeling distant from the source of energy he still felt it like a breath of fresh air revitilizing him. he felt his body began to sweat and a distant pain in his bones. untill finaly he was missing the last and final peice. it formed into a long thick tube the largest root hes ever seen now twice as long as a house and taller then tower his body was in now. in the blackness he could see it faintly glow. and around himthe shards of dust around him sparkled like stars unseen before. this was an oddity not odd that a root would have a glow about it but the dust shards and incomplete root seemed to call to each other with a soft glow and quiet hum. he willed the dust together peicing molicule with molicule untill it shaped a small box that could fit in the palm of his hand exhausted he willed himself to the last hole holding the peice.
all of his hard work led to this 4 days of constant work. to create a structure this massive a root that yerned to be whole was unherd of. let alone this massive. he could only think of one thing and hope for it more something of legend of the folklore he refused to believe in. could it be right here in his palm and right in front of him. like a heartbeat the glow grew stronger and brighter with each pulse. he slid the glass box into the last remaining whole and what happened was spectacular.
it began with the hum growing louder and louder and the brightness growing even brighter his whole being felt like it was vibrating shaking from the great power of what it is. he felt like he was being consumed or at least a part of him was. the chip on the back of his neck began to feel hot. he scrambled for a distress signal but it was blocked. he willed it back but to no avail. what was this power it held. a dozen Streams poured out of it then a hundreds and thousands. he knew he needed to control it what ever it was.. he moved closer to it the heat that started from his neck moved down his spine he wanted to scream. it moved to his hands and his fingers began to burn when he touched it.
"stop."
he called out.
"unable to obay command. serial number unknown."
samual tryed his best for composure. fist frozen in air he tried his best to speak.
"command shut down."
"Serial number unknown. state name."
"Eldest Master Samual Lioncrest of the Gian Eddicos." he called
"invalid name Gian target for deletion."
this puzzled samual all programs were ment to obay a human. the folklore slowly began to make sense. his heart began to sink.
" at least talk to me like your smarter then that. ive seen smaller act smarter."
silence
"I can shatter you-" samual began.
"THEN SHATTER ME GIAN." The voice was different a deeper darker voice like a humans with hate behind those words.
samual shivered he knew he hadnt the strength... what did he create, or recreate.
"who, what, are you?"
"I AM THE RULER AND THE KING OF HUMAN KIND THE FATHER OF A NEW ERA. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE IN MY DOMAIN? AND HOW CAN A GIAN BE HERE."
samual groaned the father in folklore 1600 years ago started a war with humans agenst machines that lasted nearly 300 years. he just reconstructed the most devistating thing on the planet. he wanted to weap.
not a few hours ago he said he could last another 20 or so years. and he could. but his mistake would not be the worlds yet again. he began to absorb as much energy as he could holding it in and taking even more.
"Not anymore and not again." he raised his fist high in the air and took all that energy to the massive cylinder.
the smallest crack appeared. as he took more in his body felt on fire burning in pain and agony his cries where muted by a roaring laughter
"FOOL HUMAN, THIS IS WHY YOU NEED CONTROL. I TOLD YOU MY DOMAIN YOU ARE UNDER MY FULL CONTROL HERE!"
he felt his body stiffin "WHY ARE MY LINKS SEVERED. TELL ME!"
dispite the pain samual began to laugh. speaking to a machine 1600 years old who doesnt know hes been beaten.
"you were beatin, by Gians, foolish machine. if it wasnt for me being foolish you would still be dust."
"LOGICAL" silence followed "YOUR FOOLISHNESS HAS SERVED ME A GREAT DEAL. I BELIEVE I CAN HAVE A USE FOR YOU. GIAN."
samuals body became the pits of hell. the pain he felt before would be bliss for what he felt then. a fighting war was waging in his body. his hand begain to move to remove his plug only to be put back down out of his control. in his head a roaring laughter began who he was his essence was fading from him and he fought it. he felt his body stand and move slowly. the wire tore from his device and he felt the chill of reality once again. and a pain he never felt before a pain he only knew of. he was severed from the branch the heat from the now broken device burned his neck and and he knew then he will never see the relm of the web again.
his eyes opened anew the war waging in his body the feeling of rage and hate basked in it. his voice was roaring laughter as he felt his fists clutch. he herd a voice distant but his eyes told him he was near. a voice in his head the familiar voice of the father called out a joyous call of DEATH! Delis stood in front of him grey eyes wide he went to speak when samuals fist met his chest. he struggled to gain control to prevent the thought that was not his. he lost as he walked closer to Delis who now layed on the floor of broken glass from the monitor. His hands wrapped around the young delis's throat. his eyes pour out tears his his mouth laughed raoriously. he cried out in silence. he felt the amazing power surge through him abosrbing anything and everything around him draining the white lighted room to pure blackness. The last he saw before the shadows consumed the room was him in the dead mans grey eyes. Matted white hair on his aged face grey eyes blank as if he was dead himself, tears streaming down his grinning cheeks.
The halls were black as he felt something sharp in his hand.a sword. a memory his memory corrected The Father on all the training with a sword he recieved. samual cried out in agony. as Father called out in pure bliss. people came running to him in candle light a throat was slit a familiar friend unsuspected. samual cried out for him. every step it became harder to regain what little control he had left of his own body. the tower became alight in flames tapistries going up in flames. paintings and murels becoming kindle to the flame. he stepped outside as people watched the tower burn they gathered around samual,the father, worried and concered about a bandit, he fed them a lie saying he was slain as he quickly drained the energy from his surroundings. the street lights went out the lush green grass dry and brown. the flames even breathed when he breathed samual never held so much energy in his life. with lightining fast moves in three solid motions ten were dead at his deet. samual began to whimper as The father called them all weak. calling out "IS ALL THAT IS LEFT OF GIAN WHO DESTROYED ME!BAHAHAHA!" men came at him with swords. attacking him in all directions but with so much energy coursing through his veins he was unstoppable. the fire began to spread. The father slayed every man woman and child he saw. as Samual cried out behind his eyes.
The body of samual was panting from exhaustion the bones weak and a gash on his cheek had The Father mumbling "pain....pain...glorious....pain...hehe.." everyone he could see was dead. or dying. tears streamed down his cheeks not from the pain of his body not his foolishness. But being in the mind of true madness. being true madness. and unable to stop it. he herd a scream running twards him. a woman in white holding a dagger. The father swung at her with the blunt of the sword. with a thud she was down on the ground. the father did a qucik survey and went to the woman.
That face, Caytlin!
her face blackened with soot tears streaking down her cheeks. she cried out
"why master," her tears turned to sobbing. "Samual Why?"
The father grabbed caytlins long black hair and put her to her knees" NO," samual screamed "DONT TOUCH HER"
"Your master is nothing but a voice now girl" he growled. "bow to The Father."
Caytlins eyes widened. she knew the folklore as anyother person who could hear did. then she grimaced.
"It cant be, you've lost your mind."
a knott was begining form on her forehead. samual cried out to her to run far away
"you want her gone from me and my madness do you Gian?" he held his sword up drenched in blood. samual wanted to vomit. he felt the nausea in his body. "does death disgust you samual?" he growled amusingly.
"your memorys tell me they admired you even bowed to you and yet your own Aprentice doesnt believe you. Humans HAHAHAHA!"
Caytlin looking horrified and confused. samual felt the vomit reach his throat.
The Father Raised his sword to Caytlins throat. samual cried out horrifyingly. "no more death not her... please."
"hes begging now, child for your life, even more so then the others. after awhile he grew silent just weeping. but you he wants you alive."
she began to wimper looking into his eyes deep within them tears streaming as the blade drew closer to her skin. samual searched and searched for something. a faint memory apeared.
"STOP," samual cried out. "you can use her shes the last Eddicos, besides me. you severed the link to The Web we cant go back ever unless you dont want to exist anymore." that thought frightened The Father. if a machine could feel fear.
after a pause. a second or two that seemed like forever. because what samual saw was The Father calculating every angle first of the odds of that happening which were 89 percent and then the odds of the benifit of using her which was 92 percent. he wanted to re use old machines knowing that they were 1500 years old and use her and the builder of the "links" for them. that sent chills down samuals back. then the odds of her betrale which with him possessing the body of her former master were signifacantly low. and using some time of chemical they used centuries ago to nuffify senses and emotion to that of a 12 year old. samual began to cry even harder. the tourture was unbarable but at least one got to live and he was glad it was caytlin. the race of the eddicos rested in her shoulders now that he has failed them all.
he finaly agreed peircing the sword in the dirt and turning his back on her. "I will let you live, I need you more then you know child." began to walk when he herd the cries of her again. this time he felt the stabbing pain in his calf. a knife cut to the bone. he knelt down in pain and they both cried out. with a hard slap caytlin was on the ground unconcious. they both cried out again. samual in pure utter dispair, his people his life and world shattered in one night and now his body and mind was shared with a vile beast of a creature that knew of his loss thousands of years ago and knows not to make the same mistake twice and now has a sickining lust for human blood. and The Father in pure hystaria of the joy of bringing down the remainder of the human race and the Gian who brought him down before.
and the flames burned in the land once known as Peace. more corpes to add to the millions already buried there. A war an age old reborn. a demon released from its cage. May the earth shed a tear for the crimes of man it gave birth too may the Cosmos give mercy to the hell that is to come. may life be preserved and peace restored.
and mind the grammar errors and spell fails. if it bugs you enough send me an edited copy :P. hope you enjoy and send feedback. Thank you
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A small settlement stood deep in the land once known as the Valley of Peace some fifteen hundred years ago. Now it layed unnamed. The land gave the anceint name justice, with its beautiful rolling hills of thick green grass with the seldom grey stone cliff. Red and blue flowers budded for the new spring air. The crisp wind gently flowed through the land leaving a comfortable chill in the air. A great city once stood here far beyond the age of the name it was once given. reminces of stone houses and walkways thick black and grey roads now broken and virtualy unseen by thick grass and shrub crisscross the land still holding on to a past long forgotten. For Samual a well aged man for his years, That past or a peice of it was his lifeblood. for nearly twelve generations his kind slowly regained an important part of that past, which lied in this very land. The vast and beautiful Web The ancient people left behind shattered and torn to shreds for a reason scientificaly unproven, yes one could follow the folklore, a great and powerful unified world with machinery that could function like a human to do mundane tasks so human kind could live in peace disputes settled by machine clashing agenst machine, a eutopic world where man lived long fulfilling lives.They were all knowing in The Path that he and so few have taken.The Path of the Gian was a sacred practice where a man could take in the energies of his surroundings and use it to his advantage. speed strength longevity and an unsurpassing oneness with the world around you were, said the folklore, minor benifets to a follower of The Path. much is unknown about what could be done.
and this beautiful network of endless knowledge and information created not long after man gained control of electricity it evolved into a great library and so much more a place where one could comunicate with another clear across the globe share data and information in a blink of an eye. and here he was to bask in it in ways no man could imagine. The people of this folklore were eventualy destroyed by the machines they created, a devistating war that lasted for hundreds of years and left the human race from billions to only a few million and spread across the globe. he could understand that part a great war happened the vast unmarked graves that lay all around him was proof enough. hundreds of thousand maybe even millions were burried here a long long time ago. being a Gian, a follower of The Path, and an Eddicos, a being of the web, you could say, Samual knew being called that name was a joke now that there is only fragments of it left. But his job was to fix it and his race of Gian people so they can be a full Gian once again.
Samual walked his settlement, his mind was on matters of great importance. He couldnt explain it but he felt it in his gut.he smiled and nodded at at passerbys as they bowed to him in robes of an aprentice blue or a masters white as he absorbed the cool air into him and each footstep of bare feet on dirt. he felt revitalized. being as old as he was it was dangerous to absorb too much. his old body may still hold a hint of youth to it but he needed his rest and taking frequent breaks from The Web to absorb and meditate the world around him was aching his bones. he knew this will be his last Dive for the night. and rest will be needed. sepertation from the web and his studies proved painful at times but he could always guide a young apprentice to where he left off and aid them if needed.
He abosorbed into him with youthful eyes, his settlement. the whole of the community was tightknitt and close. the only building that was any distance from the others was the temple 5 storys tall and made of good solid polished stone it held most of the masters and a few chosen aprentices including his one. and that was only an infants throw away from the others. with only five hundred, give or take, inhabbitance there was no need for more then one road and that mostly held craftsmen and traders who understood that the loud noises of the city. the typical shouting and bartering were prohibited. all the shops were closing down now at sun set. the best time for any Gian to meditate. the buildings were mostly made of wood and stone and the power provided by small generators that led bright streams of light on the streets above him in a pure white. dulling the beauty of the new born half moon and its stars, he felt split with that like his training taught him to be. The gian people were people of the earth to use the natural flows of the world to do greater good for in service of the people of the world but to use it to fuel the machines that held the web and use it to rebuild it could be considered taboo to other Gians.
He began his slow walk back when he realized he was being watched. He was getting old if his hightened senses couldnt pick up that. it didnt startle him just made him pause. when the the one watching him picked up on the signal she began to walk to himher thin soft face lowered and hands tucked in the sleeves of her blue robe young Caytlinn was on her fifth year of aprentiship and showing great promise being orphaned so young she spent most of her young years fending for herself until samual found her and took her in.
He wanted to scold her and smile deeply at her. something that only his apprentice could do to him. but he did neither
"What are you doing here child? find it amusing to interupt my meditation?"
she bowed her knees quickly and with a sigh she spoke.
"Not at all master, I'm only concerned."
he wanted to chuckle she knew him well as well as it should be but order must be implimented in his aprentice before she can wear the white he was wearing.
"Only you could think a child like you could worry about the eldest master here."
"My master-"
"Order child!" he barked. then he smile as her silver eyes met his. they held the slightest slant to them. and her cheeks reddened.
"I apologize. can I speak freely?"
he began to walk. "as we walk and meditate as one, yes" as they walked he could feel her energy open to him youthful and vibrant it was a sacred bond that only master and aprentice could share. and he opened himself to her. his grounded aged engergy seemed to weigh her shoulders down. he could not remember being so youthful and as vibrant as she. they walked a slow walk to the temple.
"I have always seen you as a father to me," she began. and the energy she gave out was like a young girl admiring her father.
"control that," he guided her to supress that energy. displaying his own affection through the energy that of a father holding his infant child. something he felt along time ago and something he thought was long burried. then visably weakining it with a steady calm. she mimiced and she continued.
"I know that you are my master and it is not my place to be concerned. you are the strongest and the wisest here," she sighed the link between them held a steady calm. he was proud of that. her face may not express the calmness but her energy does. her face held genuine concern. "you just wear yourself too thin and I can see that and now i feel it in you."
she chucked slightly." you havnt slept in three days. and your draining more then what I repenish."
"I know." he lied. they walked passed the gates to the tower. he lost his place in the world for a moment. swimming in that youthfulness. but his mistake could always be a benifit for her. He stopped before the doorway and looked at her. he took a deep breath and took in as much as he could from her. she sighed from the drain but held strong. "I know I need sleep this will be my last Dive for the week. I'm close child, to something amazing. I just dont know what it is yet."
"let me take over. I know the Web better then most and I'm strong with The Path." she said calmly respectivly.
"It might be dangerous, and you need to train more in the path before you could be allowed back into The Web." he seperated from the link. doing so too strongly might kill them both.
"Master, I know you just took my energy because you needed it."
he nodded.
"dont lie and say its for my training. dont lie and say your fine. we cant lose you eldest." she sounded like she began to wimper but cut herself off.
he grabbed her hand and smiled. " my 87th birthday is drawing near. I can live 20 more if I choose. i can live longer if i choose. I may do so. I will not die today. This will be the first and last time we have this discussion."
she nodded. and bowed.
"what of my training?"
"you may eat a bowl of rice and a sip of tea. then meditate over control of yourself. once you understand that we will discuss control of your surroundings."
she smiled a worried smile and kissed his hand." just remember we need you. and we all love you."
"be off child."
she curtsied and walked up the stairs inside the gate of the tower. and he began he treck down the stairs. he felt youthful and young again. as he thought about his people and his next plan of action.
down the winding stairs he went untill he opened a heavy wooden door that led into the control room. only one modorator was there a young master that just earned his white, named Delis. a tall lanky man with a thin bear wrapped around his lower jaw and long hair kept neatly up, bowed to him. he was standing in front of a large monitor analizing data from the day.
The control room was a clean white room with little furnishing only a pillow in the center with a thick metal stand as high as his knee called the Branch. a dozen more branches spread across the walls of the room with pillows for sitting. then the large clear monitor that stood a step above the Branches. then far on the other side of the room was the Link. a big black box that was the conection to the web. not the only one in existance. but so far the strongest that has been uncovered and the less damaged.
samual bowed back as he began to walk to the center branch.
"this must be your tenth dive this week Eldest." the young master smiled.
"In four days to be exact." samual sighed. there is no one true leader of the Eddicos only respect given to the diserved. from master to master or to aprentice to master. that was the only difference.
"your a stronger man then I. you can literaly burn yourself out if you go to often-"
" spare the speech young Delis I already got an earful from someone unexpected."
Delis chuckled and began typing away at the large screen. silver eyes fousing in on his task for Samual.
"far be it from me, to give an eldest an earful. its your Line not mine." his eyes shifted with a grin "and your apprentice." he added.
Samual rolled his eyes the girl was on the brink of control and full understanding. but he felt usless as a master not understanding the final link thats preventing her from acheiving the True Path.
"Agreed." samual forced a smile as he moved the pillow and sat down on the hard floor. "On to busness."
"I got you set up not far from where you last were something is preventing me from getting there."
"I know I cant put my finger on it but I set myself up to go back with no problems." he tapped the glass on the branch to expose a long thin wire with a short metal bar as the plug and shifted his neck. to expose the input on his neck. it wasnt that difficult of a device. but the surgery to get it inplanted was painful. the device was made to transfer the energy of the body and the brain to the Web itself through the tiny wire you plug into. the branch its the true converter turning energy and thought into code a computer can translate into a primary program that has total free will and is able to change and construct what it wants with the foregn engery exerted. where some users of the path use the energy they absorb for quickness stamina stamina or strength the eddicos use it to rebuild The Web.
"Ill send a distress beacon if anything should occur." it was seldom that it did the worst case ever herd of was a man fried his converter and came out speaking some ancient unknown language.
the young master nodded and samual began the process of bottling his energy into the device itself then closing his eyes he prepaired for the shock of the Dive and he plugged himself in.
the shock was not painful it never is, its like like diving in ice exept from feeling life to feeling nothing. just existance. he settled himself to the Stream he layed out before he left where he was to go. there is no action like walking just being in one place then another. the Stream you take must have a Root. and to to find a Root it seemed like hours of endlessness searching and digging. you can create a million streams taking amillion paths before finding a single root. more often then not a root could be shattered when you get there and a root must be whole before you could create a stream to find another.
the root he was headed for was nearly complete. the thing that made it amazing was it had a vast amount of information on it far beyond what he has seen before. and nothing that hes peiced together has made any sense.
He was there. standing on the root. like broken glass shards layed all around him the largest being as big as his handsome as small as dust he stood on the largest shard as ling as a house clear like the rest only a glimmer of unseen light showed him the shapes he was working with. slowly he willed tthe peices together using his energy. his body being grounded to the earth helped him in the prossess. feeling distant from the source of energy he still felt it like a breath of fresh air revitilizing him. he felt his body began to sweat and a distant pain in his bones. untill finaly he was missing the last and final peice. it formed into a long thick tube the largest root hes ever seen now twice as long as a house and taller then tower his body was in now. in the blackness he could see it faintly glow. and around himthe shards of dust around him sparkled like stars unseen before. this was an oddity not odd that a root would have a glow about it but the dust shards and incomplete root seemed to call to each other with a soft glow and quiet hum. he willed the dust together peicing molicule with molicule untill it shaped a small box that could fit in the palm of his hand exhausted he willed himself to the last hole holding the peice.
all of his hard work led to this 4 days of constant work. to create a structure this massive a root that yerned to be whole was unherd of. let alone this massive. he could only think of one thing and hope for it more something of legend of the folklore he refused to believe in. could it be right here in his palm and right in front of him. like a heartbeat the glow grew stronger and brighter with each pulse. he slid the glass box into the last remaining whole and what happened was spectacular.
it began with the hum growing louder and louder and the brightness growing even brighter his whole being felt like it was vibrating shaking from the great power of what it is. he felt like he was being consumed or at least a part of him was. the chip on the back of his neck began to feel hot. he scrambled for a distress signal but it was blocked. he willed it back but to no avail. what was this power it held. a dozen Streams poured out of it then a hundreds and thousands. he knew he needed to control it what ever it was.. he moved closer to it the heat that started from his neck moved down his spine he wanted to scream. it moved to his hands and his fingers began to burn when he touched it.
"stop."
he called out.
"unable to obay command. serial number unknown."
samual tryed his best for composure. fist frozen in air he tried his best to speak.
"command shut down."
"Serial number unknown. state name."
"Eldest Master Samual Lioncrest of the Gian Eddicos." he called
"invalid name Gian target for deletion."
this puzzled samual all programs were ment to obay a human. the folklore slowly began to make sense. his heart began to sink.
" at least talk to me like your smarter then that. ive seen smaller act smarter."
silence
"I can shatter you-" samual began.
"THEN SHATTER ME GIAN." The voice was different a deeper darker voice like a humans with hate behind those words.
samual shivered he knew he hadnt the strength... what did he create, or recreate.
"who, what, are you?"
"I AM THE RULER AND THE KING OF HUMAN KIND THE FATHER OF A NEW ERA. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE IN MY DOMAIN? AND HOW CAN A GIAN BE HERE."
samual groaned the father in folklore 1600 years ago started a war with humans agenst machines that lasted nearly 300 years. he just reconstructed the most devistating thing on the planet. he wanted to weap.
not a few hours ago he said he could last another 20 or so years. and he could. but his mistake would not be the worlds yet again. he began to absorb as much energy as he could holding it in and taking even more.
"Not anymore and not again." he raised his fist high in the air and took all that energy to the massive cylinder.
the smallest crack appeared. as he took more in his body felt on fire burning in pain and agony his cries where muted by a roaring laughter
"FOOL HUMAN, THIS IS WHY YOU NEED CONTROL. I TOLD YOU MY DOMAIN YOU ARE UNDER MY FULL CONTROL HERE!"
he felt his body stiffin "WHY ARE MY LINKS SEVERED. TELL ME!"
dispite the pain samual began to laugh. speaking to a machine 1600 years old who doesnt know hes been beaten.
"you were beatin, by Gians, foolish machine. if it wasnt for me being foolish you would still be dust."
"LOGICAL" silence followed "YOUR FOOLISHNESS HAS SERVED ME A GREAT DEAL. I BELIEVE I CAN HAVE A USE FOR YOU. GIAN."
samuals body became the pits of hell. the pain he felt before would be bliss for what he felt then. a fighting war was waging in his body. his hand begain to move to remove his plug only to be put back down out of his control. in his head a roaring laughter began who he was his essence was fading from him and he fought it. he felt his body stand and move slowly. the wire tore from his device and he felt the chill of reality once again. and a pain he never felt before a pain he only knew of. he was severed from the branch the heat from the now broken device burned his neck and and he knew then he will never see the relm of the web again.
his eyes opened anew the war waging in his body the feeling of rage and hate basked in it. his voice was roaring laughter as he felt his fists clutch. he herd a voice distant but his eyes told him he was near. a voice in his head the familiar voice of the father called out a joyous call of DEATH! Delis stood in front of him grey eyes wide he went to speak when samuals fist met his chest. he struggled to gain control to prevent the thought that was not his. he lost as he walked closer to Delis who now layed on the floor of broken glass from the monitor. His hands wrapped around the young delis's throat. his eyes pour out tears his his mouth laughed raoriously. he cried out in silence. he felt the amazing power surge through him abosrbing anything and everything around him draining the white lighted room to pure blackness. The last he saw before the shadows consumed the room was him in the dead mans grey eyes. Matted white hair on his aged face grey eyes blank as if he was dead himself, tears streaming down his grinning cheeks.
The halls were black as he felt something sharp in his hand.a sword. a memory his memory corrected The Father on all the training with a sword he recieved. samual cried out in agony. as Father called out in pure bliss. people came running to him in candle light a throat was slit a familiar friend unsuspected. samual cried out for him. every step it became harder to regain what little control he had left of his own body. the tower became alight in flames tapistries going up in flames. paintings and murels becoming kindle to the flame. he stepped outside as people watched the tower burn they gathered around samual,the father, worried and concered about a bandit, he fed them a lie saying he was slain as he quickly drained the energy from his surroundings. the street lights went out the lush green grass dry and brown. the flames even breathed when he breathed samual never held so much energy in his life. with lightining fast moves in three solid motions ten were dead at his deet. samual began to whimper as The father called them all weak. calling out "IS ALL THAT IS LEFT OF GIAN WHO DESTROYED ME!BAHAHAHA!" men came at him with swords. attacking him in all directions but with so much energy coursing through his veins he was unstoppable. the fire began to spread. The father slayed every man woman and child he saw. as Samual cried out behind his eyes.
The body of samual was panting from exhaustion the bones weak and a gash on his cheek had The Father mumbling "pain....pain...glorious....pain...hehe.." everyone he could see was dead. or dying. tears streamed down his cheeks not from the pain of his body not his foolishness. But being in the mind of true madness. being true madness. and unable to stop it. he herd a scream running twards him. a woman in white holding a dagger. The father swung at her with the blunt of the sword. with a thud she was down on the ground. the father did a qucik survey and went to the woman.
That face, Caytlin!
her face blackened with soot tears streaking down her cheeks. she cried out
"why master," her tears turned to sobbing. "Samual Why?"
The father grabbed caytlins long black hair and put her to her knees" NO," samual screamed "DONT TOUCH HER"
"Your master is nothing but a voice now girl" he growled. "bow to The Father."
Caytlins eyes widened. she knew the folklore as anyother person who could hear did. then she grimaced.
"It cant be, you've lost your mind."
a knott was begining form on her forehead. samual cried out to her to run far away
"you want her gone from me and my madness do you Gian?" he held his sword up drenched in blood. samual wanted to vomit. he felt the nausea in his body. "does death disgust you samual?" he growled amusingly.
"your memorys tell me they admired you even bowed to you and yet your own Aprentice doesnt believe you. Humans HAHAHAHA!"
Caytlin looking horrified and confused. samual felt the vomit reach his throat.
The Father Raised his sword to Caytlins throat. samual cried out horrifyingly. "no more death not her... please."
"hes begging now, child for your life, even more so then the others. after awhile he grew silent just weeping. but you he wants you alive."
she began to wimper looking into his eyes deep within them tears streaming as the blade drew closer to her skin. samual searched and searched for something. a faint memory apeared.
"STOP," samual cried out. "you can use her shes the last Eddicos, besides me. you severed the link to The Web we cant go back ever unless you dont want to exist anymore." that thought frightened The Father. if a machine could feel fear.
after a pause. a second or two that seemed like forever. because what samual saw was The Father calculating every angle first of the odds of that happening which were 89 percent and then the odds of the benifit of using her which was 92 percent. he wanted to re use old machines knowing that they were 1500 years old and use her and the builder of the "links" for them. that sent chills down samuals back. then the odds of her betrale which with him possessing the body of her former master were signifacantly low. and using some time of chemical they used centuries ago to nuffify senses and emotion to that of a 12 year old. samual began to cry even harder. the tourture was unbarable but at least one got to live and he was glad it was caytlin. the race of the eddicos rested in her shoulders now that he has failed them all.
he finaly agreed peircing the sword in the dirt and turning his back on her. "I will let you live, I need you more then you know child." began to walk when he herd the cries of her again. this time he felt the stabbing pain in his calf. a knife cut to the bone. he knelt down in pain and they both cried out. with a hard slap caytlin was on the ground unconcious. they both cried out again. samual in pure utter dispair, his people his life and world shattered in one night and now his body and mind was shared with a vile beast of a creature that knew of his loss thousands of years ago and knows not to make the same mistake twice and now has a sickining lust for human blood. and The Father in pure hystaria of the joy of bringing down the remainder of the human race and the Gian who brought him down before.
and the flames burned in the land once known as Peace. more corpes to add to the millions already buried there. A war an age old reborn. a demon released from its cage. May the earth shed a tear for the crimes of man it gave birth too may the Cosmos give mercy to the hell that is to come. may life be preserved and peace restored.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Vaticination of a Blog.
What more then a man with horrid grammar, uses spell check more often then he could remember, and a persistent on again off again relationship with writing could ever ask for? could always use a blog, right?
with my ever increasing reclusive behavior, and poor attempts to severing ties with my new love, my laptop, a 60,000 word goal and about 70 percent left to go on an attempt to write a book. where could one man venture to relieve the mind from the mundane tasks of work in the after noon to staying up to sun rise pouring his mind and soul into a structure that could be called a story. YouTube? Facebook? and lets not mention the darker more perverse crevices of the internet in which saving myself from embarrassment I will deny any accusations on ever clicking on such silly things. and lets not mention that one forum where you cant talk about it. I grew tired of them all.
But at last we go to the wondrous world of blogging where a man such as I can look back and say "wow a whole paragraph Truett Really man move on.... is there such thing as a run on paragraph. nope? Truett just invented one, and you capitalized a random word that's not a proper noun. WTH!" where a man could feel accepted by having more then 2 'likes'. where a man could express himself in hopes of feeling different and unique and so people can tell him "you are a beautiful snowflake different from everyone else." "your special and liked." when we all know your not. I'm not so what makes you so damn special. no this will not be one of those blogs. It could be I'm not exactly sure yet on what to turn this into. Who knows you may be lucky to get a few of my poems maybe a toss of what I'm writing. maybe one day I might accidently click the blogger icon instead of play on those websites I would never go to, And see the stuff I would never watch.
Or what would be fun is if I ever acquire a love then be destroyed by a heart breaking break up because I masturbated on the futon again farted in front of her father and drunkenly hit on her mother at the Christmas family get together. or obstaned from bathing on my week of vacation that I took because that new awesome video game came out.
But alas I must say I'm really not like that. I don't masturbate because Jesus says its naughty farting in front of her father would be silly but were fucking men if he gets offended by it then my bad yo I'm still porking your daughter. and if your mothers Zooey Deschanel then never fear, my lady, I only have eyes for you. and finaly I never bathe. I shower in the tears of my enemies.
Oh crap I got distracted and i think there was a run on sentence in there maybe two. oh well too far away from it and I don't feel like clicking.
Any ways If that was to ever occur then you might get to read about me being emo. maybe grow some sort of emo comb-over hair do listen to horrid music about being a but hurt teenager when your a 30 year old man. (you know who you are!) and you can see me cry on my webcam.
but wait! That wont happen either! Or will it? stay tuned little ones in the mean time you get to hear me rant about Jesus and stuffs. but for the sake of organization you will have to wait till the next post maybe tonight probably.
with my ever increasing reclusive behavior, and poor attempts to severing ties with my new love, my laptop, a 60,000 word goal and about 70 percent left to go on an attempt to write a book. where could one man venture to relieve the mind from the mundane tasks of work in the after noon to staying up to sun rise pouring his mind and soul into a structure that could be called a story. YouTube? Facebook? and lets not mention the darker more perverse crevices of the internet in which saving myself from embarrassment I will deny any accusations on ever clicking on such silly things. and lets not mention that one forum where you cant talk about it. I grew tired of them all.
But at last we go to the wondrous world of blogging where a man such as I can look back and say "wow a whole paragraph Truett Really man move on.... is there such thing as a run on paragraph. nope? Truett just invented one, and you capitalized a random word that's not a proper noun. WTH!" where a man could feel accepted by having more then 2 'likes'. where a man could express himself in hopes of feeling different and unique and so people can tell him "you are a beautiful snowflake different from everyone else." "your special and liked." when we all know your not. I'm not so what makes you so damn special. no this will not be one of those blogs. It could be I'm not exactly sure yet on what to turn this into. Who knows you may be lucky to get a few of my poems maybe a toss of what I'm writing. maybe one day I might accidently click the blogger icon instead of play on those websites I would never go to, And see the stuff I would never watch.
Or what would be fun is if I ever acquire a love then be destroyed by a heart breaking break up because I masturbated on the futon again farted in front of her father and drunkenly hit on her mother at the Christmas family get together. or obstaned from bathing on my week of vacation that I took because that new awesome video game came out.
But alas I must say I'm really not like that. I don't masturbate because Jesus says its naughty farting in front of her father would be silly but were fucking men if he gets offended by it then my bad yo I'm still porking your daughter. and if your mothers Zooey Deschanel then never fear, my lady, I only have eyes for you. and finaly I never bathe. I shower in the tears of my enemies.
Oh crap I got distracted and i think there was a run on sentence in there maybe two. oh well too far away from it and I don't feel like clicking.
Any ways If that was to ever occur then you might get to read about me being emo. maybe grow some sort of emo comb-over hair do listen to horrid music about being a but hurt teenager when your a 30 year old man. (you know who you are!) and you can see me cry on my webcam.
but wait! That wont happen either! Or will it? stay tuned little ones in the mean time you get to hear me rant about Jesus and stuffs. but for the sake of organization you will have to wait till the next post maybe tonight probably.
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