Friday, September 28, 2007

Unlimited Blade Works

I am the flesh and bone of my own sword.
Steel flows through my body, and fire is what courses through my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Many times I have withstood enormous pain to create thousands of weapons.
And yet, those hands that have braved so much will never hold anything.
So as I pray now, I call forth "Unlimited Blade Works."

-Archer, Fate Stay Night,
'Unlimited Blade Works' Chant


Unlimited Blade Works


"Our souls, hard yet firm
Our power, tearing the mountains
Our swords, splitting the water
Our names, reaching the villa
Only one among us can stand under heaven"

-Archer, Fate Stay Night,
'Kansho and Bakuya'


Kansho and Bakuya



Thursday, September 27, 2007

Forevermore

I was once flying to the vast skies
When I met someone in the same flight
He had the same virtue when he flies
My life was enlightened by his light

Like two leaves drifting on the calm Wind
We danced and sang: there's no tomorrow
We enjoyed life without being sinned
Wonder why life had to cast the Shadow

My life was best until it happened
A knife stroke me unlike any other
My comrade left me unattended
He traitored me: left in my slumber

With a wounded heart, I was alone
I spread my wings, but I just can't fly
I was left dying on a damned zone
Dosed in despair, why can't I just die?

My story's to end when suddenly
Someone appeared from the dreary night
I was awake: I tended to see
It was Zephyr; my savior, my knight

She molded my soul to live alone
With her by my side, I'll need none more
"Fly exclusively; be no one's clone"
I am the Lone Eagle - forevermore

THE FIFTH ELEMENT: Book 2: Chapter 1

(Note: This is already chapter 1 of Book 2: (Tempest). Previous chapters will be seen HERE)

The Fifth Element

Book 2:

Tempest

Aptitude

Zephyr – quite an unusual name for a usual human. That was because she was not human at all. As said by John earlier, she was a Familiar. Familiars were entities, most probably in the forms of animals or humans that serve their masters under some conditions. When these conditions, often referred to as contracts, are broken even once, the Familiar will abandon its master, and recreating the contract is impossible. It was the law, a divine and absolute rule that oversees all masters and Familiars, and no one ever dared to break it. Breaking it meant disgrace and shame, for you were not obeying the tradition. This law however, although very powerful, governed only a few people – only the magicians were allowed, and perhaps needed, these beings.

Mages often used Familiars for assistance. Some utilized them for ornament. Some controlled them for practical uses, such as for transportation (Vanguard, for example), for carriage, for guarding their homes like watchdogs, and a lot more. Mages used them in various ways, but surely, mages were all the same in exploiting these Familiars for their principal mission – for battle.

Except from Wind Magicians, neophyte mages were snail – like spell casters. Time seemed to torture these amateurs by giving them a very little moment to cast their magic in front of a raging beast, or an adept magician, or a brisk bandit.

That’s where Familiars step in. While mages were casting their spells, their familiars will protect them from the savages, as a tree shielding a child from a storm. For an enigmatic reason, Familiars were bound to protect their masters at any cost, even at the cost of their lives! (Even though they’re not human, they were still mortals, so they still tend to die). It’s a tandem – a duo. It was a symphony of Earth and Wind; of the slow and the fast. It was a partnership between two beings of different classes.

To their masters, Familiars were like pets, maids or swords, but to John, Zephyr was quite different. He treated her as the same way he was considering an actual person. Zephyr ate on a table, slept on a bed, and wore women’s clothes. Why? That’s because, unlike any Familiar, this lady saved her master’s life! In fact, Zephyr should be John’s master! She just intended to follow the Master – Familiar relationship. As a token of appreciation, John coldly befriended his Familiar (for he disliked women since the tragedy happened). On the other hand, this special Familiar was very conservative, calm and obedient to her master.

Now let’s take a look at Charles and to his Familiar, Vanguard. Vanguard, as said before, looked like a large, white wolf. Charles already had his Familiar since his childhood as an eight birthday gift. As his name implies, Vanguard was given to his master to protect him at all costs. Charles’ parents already knew that their son will be alone for the rest of his life, so giving him a protector, or perhaps a friend, would be the best they could do. Vanguard was the last memory that Charles had, so taking care of this Familiar was a great honor for him.

Song of Eurus

The East Winds witt'ly blow
Bringing forth the Dawn of Fall
Dry leaves dance in a playful flow
Do you see how they stroll?

The East Wind strikes in a reckless grandeur
Humorous and odd, yet deadly and fierce
With bizarre arrows that none can endure
He'll kill you in a curious pierce

How can you defeat a mischievous mind,
As he's tapped away from moonlight?
Prowling somewhere, he's impossible to find
Suddenly he strikes; end of the fight

Don't oppose Eurus; don't go near
A thing you can't see, you should fear

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Song of Notus

The South Winds brightly blow
Bringing forth the Dawn of Summer
They're the hottest winds you'll ever know
Do you feel how the heats shimmer?

The South Wind strikes in a radiant grandeur
As impulse and grace mold her noble dance
With her charm, all's under her lure
She'll kill you in a fatal stance

How can you defeat her deadly position?
When a hit comes in, the same comes out
She can also assault with keen precision
She does her moves without a single doubt

Those who oppose Notus are helpless beings
Let their death be their own doing

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Song of Boreas

The North Winds coldly blow,
Bringing forth the Dawn of Winter
The beam of Hope shall never glow
Do you see how roses wither?

The North Wind strikes in a dreary grandeur
He delivers frost and woe to all humanity
He's visible, but yet there's no cure
He'll kill you in dark insanity

How can you defeat Death itself,
As he descends as snow and hale?
It's impossible to break a boreal shelf
When all faith's gone, you're bound to fail

Oppose Boreas and you shall die
In the virgin snow, your remains shall lie

Song of Zephyr

The West Winds gently blow,
bringing forth the Dawn of Spring
They're serene, but never slow
Do you hear how leaves sing?

The West Wind strikes in a silent grandeur
Without knowing it, you're dead and gone
Can't see it anyhow, that's for sure
She'll kill you in stoic fun

How can you defeat someone stealth?
With slashes and pierces just won't work
Immense speed is her own health
In blind eyes is where she lurks

Try not to oppose Zephyr
These could be the last you'll ever hear

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Zephyr's Emotion

After successfully slaying Helios, the great Fire Dragon of Solaris, John, with his comrades, went back to the town for a short rest offered to them by the grateful citizens. The townspeople wanted to thank them for bringing back the peace and prosperity in Solaris.

The night was enlightened by the lights and the cheers of all the people in the town. Sophia was about to leave the congregation, because as often, she got a lot of research to do. John was lying on the bed, while Zephyr was sitting on a chair near the window, staring at the glorious celebration outside. Where was Charles? Well, as he always did, he was thinking of something terrible and mischievous, and unluckily, he did. His childish yet adult mind sprouted with an idea.

The serenity inside John and Zephyr's room was shattered by Charles' enthusiastic entrance. He walked straight to John and messed his hair. He said:

"Why are you two so quiet?! You should go celebrate with the people outside! We are heroes, remember? You should display yourselves outside and be proud."

"I'm tired, can't you see? I want to rest, and what's the messing hair for?" John complained.

"Nothing. How about you, Zephyr?"

"The wind in its purest form is perfectly invisible. I am not meant to be recognized," Zephyr replied.

"Argh. This only means one thing. I guess I'll have to go alone."

And then he left with his right hand clenched, as he was holding something. After closing the door, the Master and the Familiar were back to their quiet selves. An hour had passed; John was now sleeping while Zephyr was still watching outside. A knock on the door caught her attention, and she opened it. It was Charles, carrying a tray with three glasses of water on it. He placed the tray on the table and said:

"Maybe you're thirsty. I brought you something to drink."

Charles handed out a glass of water to Zephyr. She sipped from it, and having a quarter of the drink consumed, she grew dizzy and hot. She wavered and the glass she was holding fell and was broken. The noise awakened John, and he alertly recognized the situation. Zephyr fell into the bed. John got up.

“What happened to her? What have you done to her?!”

“Don’t worry John. I just gave her something.”

John remembered something. A flashback made his eyes shrieked.

“Isn’t it...”

Charles interrupted: “You’re right, John. It is a Love Potion.”

“How dare you poison her?! How did you do it?”

Charles gave a strand of John’s hair (the one he was holding an hour earlier) to Sophia before she left, and without asking any questions (maybe she already knew it), she made a Love Potion.
“I don’t think it’s effective. The symptoms of a Love Potion’s not like that,” Charles observed.

“You’re such a crap, Charles,” John said.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry. You’ve been so cold since the tragedy happened, so I thought that making Zephyr fall in love with you will return you to your normal self. John, observe her until she awakens while I will search for an antidote. Is that okay?”

“Fine, just hurry.”

Charles left, and John sat on the bed beside Zephyr. Her fever was gone, and she was now soundly sleeping. After a few moments, Zephyr finally woke up. With sleepy eyes, she wandered her look around, as though she had amnesia. When her pine – green eyes caught John’s, she surprisingly and unusually avoided them. She blushed.

“No... It can’t be. It worked!” He silently screamed.

“Ahh... John?”

“Y – Yes?”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“S – Sure!”

“Can we take a walk outside? It’s somewhat hot in here.”

“Of course! You can leave the room anytime!” John thought he was saved.

“No. I mean, we, together,” Zephyr specified. Her romantic eyes were still shy.

John trembled.

His body was frozen when he heard Zephyr spoke those words. For five years he never heard Zephyr speak emotionally like that, still he can’t deny it.

“Y – Yes we can!”

“Thank you, John,” she smiled.

John never had this kind of fear. They went out of the inn. Zephyr was wearing a fine women’s dress. Charles gave it to her recently. Street lights were glowing bright like fireflies, and the people around recognized this couple not as heroes but as perfect lovers. Because of having a long, brown hair and passionate, green eyes, Zephyr was quite attractive and unique to the masses. John was embarrassed, but Zephyr never minded them. In fact, she even locked John’s arm into hers and rested her head into his shoulder! John’s embarrassment gradually turned into irritation and anger. It was finally settled when Zephyr asked:

“John, do you love me?”

Knowing that it was only an effect of a mere potion, John finally and recklessly blew out his words:

“Zephyr, I finally had enough of you. Would you please stop embarrassing me? Let’s just go back and wait for Charles to cure you, okay?”

Zephyr felt ashamed.

“I - I’m sorry, John. I just like to...”

Tears began to flow from her eyes, and she ran away fast. John, being surprised, tried to chase her, but he failed. Her speed was unmatchable.

After running away without looking anywhere, Zephyr finally found herself in the middle of a grassy plain. It was where they fought Helios! The remains of the great dragon still lay on the field. She saw a Wind Mage and his Familiar near the corpse. His Familiar was a large green eagle. He was a Rogue – Mage – a magician that was hunted by the law. They were murderers, thieves, and looters (this Mage's a looter). The Wind Mage saw Zephyr, and without saying a word, the large Familiar began to strike silently from the night skies. Zephyr cast her spell:

“Ventus Imperium!”

The west winds blew hard, giving Zephyr increased agility and speed. Vast wings sprouted from her back, and then she summoned her sword:

“Whistle, Vernus Ensis!”

She drew her sword from the spell mark in front of her palm, as though it had an invisible hilt. She began to initiate her counter attack. She flew to the skies to counter – strike the enemy. The talons of the eagle clashed with the Vernus Ensis, but the force of the eagle prevailed. Zephyr bounced back. When she looked back, the eagle withdrew, but a set of floating swords, forged from the winds, stroke her from the caster on the floor. She gracefully dodged most of them, but some slightly wounded her, bringing her down into the floor. The enemy didn’t give her enough time to be reconditioned as he cast the spell again. He cried:

“Ventus Percussum!”

The spell was very fast, that the flying swords were already in front of Zephyr when she got up. She didn’t have enough time to evade the attack! But in a split second, John suddenly flashed in front of her and created a wind barrier that stopped the entire assault. John turned back to Zephyr:

“Are you alright?”

“John, behind you!”

Another set came in. John’s mind was quick. He can no longer cast a spell, but he could dodge it easily, but Zephyr’s behind him! If he did that, she would surely die! So he didn’t; he embraced the blow. Blood dropped from him, which made Zephyr scared.

“John! I – I’m sorry! P –Please don’t leave me!”

“Don’t’ worry, Zephyr. It’s just a scratch. I should have thought that you are behaving like that only because of the potion. I know it’s against your will. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not true, John...”

After looking worriedly at John, Zephyr took a hateful glare at the enemy, who was then casting another spell. For the first time Zephyr’s eyes grew fierce and serious. The opponent’s strike was ceased, for he was casting a greater one: a Transfusion. A Transfusion combines the Master to his Familiar – body, mind and soul, giving them greater power. The Wind Mage took his Familiar’s form, but maintained his intellectual mind. The combination was yet incomplete, but after a few moments, it’s done. Zephyr spoke seriously:

“John, the enemy has grown more powerful. Please let me use it!”

“No, Zephyr! We can only use that twice, and it’s very dangerous, especially for you! I have lost someone special once, and I won’t allow you to make it twice!”

“John, I am your Familiar. I am bound to protect you at all costs. I want to protect you not as a Familiar but as a friend, as a lover. I want, and I will die for you!”

John finally realized Zephyr’s feelings, and so he nodded. Zephyr summoned her sword again while John straightened. He said the magic words:

“The chorus of the Winds heralds the arrival of its master’s final strike.”

A glowing, vertical spell circle, swarmed with mysterious writings, flashed between Zephyr and the enemy. Her wings spread wide, and she dashed through the circle. As she passed through it, John cried:

“Ventus... Finalis!”

Zephyr’s speed was suddenly increased thousandfold. She disappeared with the singing wind, and before a blink of an eye, she flashed below the great eagle. The enemy failed to react in time because of the immense velocity. She tossed the huge enemy using the bottom of her sword, and she cut it in its fall into halves in a silent grandeur. The beast fell into the grass, and Zephyr was victorious. She looked back at John, and made her final smile. She fainted. John ran towards her, but unfortunately his wounded body finally gave up. All he saw was a man riding on a horse from a short distance. It was Charles. John also fainted afterwards.

After opening his eyes, John found himself lying on the bed in the inn. On his side was Zephyr, again in her sleep. On his other side was Charles, sitting on the chair. Charles quietly uttered:

“Don’t worry John, both of you are now fine. And by the way, I already gave Zephyr the antidote.”

“Oh... Really...” John somewhat sadly replied.

“The antidote’s quite expensive. I’ve paid for it, so you’re not angry with me anymore?”

John didn’t answer; instead he looked at the antidote on the table. It’s not just a Love Potion antidote; it’s an antidote for all sicknesses. A Love Potion antidote was much cheaper, so buying a more expensive cure only mean one thing: Charles didn’t use a Love Potion. He didn’t use John’s strand of hair after all, but yet the unknown potion was effective. Charles lied.

Zephyr was right.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Quotes (Part 2)

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 1)


Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.
- William Drummond (1), Song--Phoebus, Arise


While the wanton Zephyr sings,
And in the vale perfumes her wings.
- John Dyer, Gronger Hill

Quotes (Part 1)

A wailing, rushing sound, which shook the walls an though a giant's hand were on them; then a hoarse roar, as if the sea had risen; then such a whirl and tumult, that the air seemed mad; and then, with a lengthened howl, the waves of wind swept on.
- Charles Dickens


The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.
- Charles Dickens, Bleak House (ch. VI)


Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
- John Dryden


The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
- John Dryden, Astroea Redux (l. 242)


But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
- George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross),
The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)

Ode to the West Wind

O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being—
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes!—O thou
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill—
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere—
Destroyer and Preserver—hear, O hear!

Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning! they are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Mænad, ev'n from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height—
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst:—O hear!

Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despoil themselves:—O hear!

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable!—if even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision,—I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
O lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.

Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Confusion

In a dark corner of a stronghold lain an entity - a person, alone in the midst of the night. In front of him was a door - gate made of formidable steel, and it was closed. Silence overshadowed the domains until it was scattered by a feeble sound. The beep came from a small, flat box, beaming with a light of enigma. The mystical door was then opened, as if it was sliced into halves.

On the other side, there was a mysterious man. His identity was concealed by the dreary Dark, and he spoke in a deep voice. The statement was silent, yet was spoken, and the listener heard it. The word moved him, and led him through the door. Passing through it, he suddenly shivered. He felt the grave clinging of inner machinery. He was in a room, quite small and was very cold. The sounds verified that the room was a contraption, a grotesque yet astounding symphony of gears and ropes. The unknown man spoke again, and this time, it sounded. He uttered:

"Bababa ba?"

The question put this youth into a total chaos, registering confusion, despair, and hatred into his mind. A drop of sweat began to flow from his hair to his pallid cheeks. His eyes drifted, hoping that he could gaze a moment of salvation from this living Underworld. He thought the light had already damned him.

He thought wrong.

In a corner of the room, he saw this light coming from a tetragonal figure. The luminous radiance shone upon him, whispering to him the words of wisdom and safety. With a confident heart and soul, he finally replied:

"Bababa."

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

THE FIFTH ELEMENT: Book 1: Chapter 3

(Note: This is already chapter 3 of Book 1: (Guardian). Previous chapters will be seen HERE)


Fortitude

Having long, straight, brown hair and deep pine - green eyes, Zephyr, similar to her master, was also quite unique in comparison to the other denizens of Rhine. She was wearing a plain white blouse and a long brown skirt - just as of a normal lady. She also had a brown muffler rested on her shoulders. Her hands were in front of her, overlapping the right by the left. Her kind of walking was very conservative. She had halcyon steps, which made her quite a lady. She was quiet, and her eyes, although very serene, were focused only at front of her. She never turned her head. From her simple appearance and from her noble attitude, we can conclude that Zephyr was a fine lady - a fine Familiar.

The sun was rising high when they have returned to the inn where they were once before. The inn was a building of two stories. It was poorly painted and was dirty. The door was flimsy and some window glasses were already broken. Vanguard, Charles’ large wolf, was found inside the stables. When they came inside, the scene was considerably different from what most of us thought of it. The interior was sanitary, and the walls were well - painted. They headed upstairs. Some of the rooms were occupied; some were empty. After entering the room, they sat on the clean chairs inside. We don't know why they are here, but we do know that they were about to leave tomorrow morning. They just stayed here for the night.

Like the conversation before, the conversation here was commenced again by Charles. After sitting down for a while, he began to stand up.

“John, Zephyr,” he spoke in a serious manner.

John’s attention was quickly caught, knowing that his comical friend has gone grave. Zephyr just stared at him. Charles continued:

“I’ll be leaving you two for a while. I’m just going somewhere.”

“Where are you going?” John asked in reply.

“That’s the thing I can’t tell you. And by the way, I guess I’ll take about several hours before I return. So you must take care of yourselves. John, good luck!” he answered with a jest, thinking that he can obliterate the curiosity of his companion.

And then he left after gently and coldly closing the door. He thought he succeeded, he thought wrong.

John, without being surprised or embarrassed about his companion’s joke, was quite puzzled. What will he do? Charles rode with Vanguard and went away, away from the others, away from the town.

After a while riding on Vanguard, he finally stopped and dismantled from his Familiar. His typical, radiant beam was turned into a miserable frown. A shade of despair and grief welcomed him. What did he saw? Why did he went there?

He was in the middle of a graveyard. Tombstones around him stood like a mourning society. The sky darkened, signaling an incoming tempest. He walked forward to a distinct direction. After a few moments, he now found himself in front of a special gravestone. There was something written in the stone: “Mr. and Mrs. Gaea”. These were the names that were fruitfully seeded inside Charles’ thoughts. These were the names of his parents.

He knelt down as a knight genuflecting in front of his king. He wanted to stand up, but his heart resisted. Like his comrade, Charles also had a past of distress and despair. He had a reminiscence of his melancholy, the reason why his parents were no longer by his side. He closed his eyes, and tears began to tumble out from them.

From the darkness he saw a village, and it wasn’t any village – it was his village. The village was burning severely. The ambiance was cruel and red, and no one can see even a solitary star in the dreadful night, for they were shelled by the dark smoke. There were children screaming and wives weeping. It was a portrait of an impended doom.

Outside their house, Charles saw himself seventeen years younger, together with his parents. It was his eight birthday when his father mounted him to Vanguard. Although Charles was quite youthful, Vanguard’s age didn’t seem to be altered. Charles’ mother was beside her husband and was very worried, not for herself nor to her spouse, but for her son. Charles’ father spoke, as if he was speaking to Vanguard:

“Take our son to the Talon Family. You know where they are. Now, go!”

Vanguard galloped, carrying the innocent Charles at his back. The cause of the tragedy was unknown to him. His mind was filled with anxiety and confusion, for he was very young to experience such catastrophe. All he was able to do was to look back to the village, and to his parents, saying a silent farewell to them. The view of the site was going into an abyss of darkness and hatred when it suddenly halted. It stopped.

Charles’ nostalgia was disturbed. He heard two pairs of footsteps in the grass.

He saw John and Zephyr at his back.

“It’s going to rain hard. Let’s go.”

“How did you get here? How did you find me? Why....”

“We’ve been together for seventeen years. I already knew what you’re thinking back then, Charles Gaea.”

Charles, with his deluged face being washed by the drizzle, stood up straight and turned to them. With a sudden change of heart, he uttered:

“So, you did nothing to Zephyr huh? You’re such an absurd idiot, John Talon.”

John’s eyes shrank and his face turned impassive again. It was his special gesture. But inside of him, he was somewhat glad that they, perhaps he, had a friend such as Charles.

Charles was back to normal.
To be continued...

Monday, August 27, 2007

The Lone Eagle

Lonely traveling across the sky
Omniscient, the world hears its cry
No time's left from its endless searching
Endless, it is; searching for something

Even eyes of an aven can't see
Amidst plains, forests and all of seas
Greatly longing for a special one
Lore in the mind, to her, never gone
Empty - hearted, his flight's never done

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Dominaria's Triarch

Dominaria erodes with each passing gust,
And three kingdoms, united, will fight to the last
These nations must assail thoroughly and fast,
Before the invaders convert them to dust

Korlis, the kingdom of prayer and holiness,
is well - known for its military uselessness
Their quote: "Where metal is tainted and wood's scarce,
we are best armed by faith"; that's their cry in wars

Icatia, the kingdom of endless knights,
that are pure of combat and sinew and might,
but because there's no God, they are in dim light
They have lives in darkness; they have days like nights

The last of the triarch: Kingdom Benalia
They do not have the might as of Icatia,
nor the faithfulness as of Kingdom Korlis,
but they still have both of them; balanced, that is

The day has come, the Phyrexian Scourge descends
Devouring through towns, chanting them their ends
Icatia stroke hard, but they have fallen
Korlis didn't fought, they all have rotten

But Benalia stood still, swept all of Phyrexia,
and became the victor of all Dominaria

What He's Fighting For

There was once a man who’s standing still
He saw his family – dead from a kill
With nothing behind, he joined the war,
Hoping to see the suspect afar

He packed his knives, his best obsessions
Also the steel toys, his kids’ possessions
He melted them to have round pellets
Loaded them in his vengeful muskets

So the war blew, he’s on a warpath
He gazed the man with his utmost wrath
He hurled his knives, his raged aim has failed
Next come the pellets, just didn’t nailed!

Emptily, he plucked the flagpole on his right
He cleared his mind, locked the knave in sight
“Forget your vengeance”, he stood on his feet
He tossed the pole; at last, it’s a hit!

After few hours, the war has ended
This soldier was found, reclining dead
Wearing a smile in his deepest core
He finally found what he’s fighting for

Run Like the Wind

The clock is spinning fast; the world’s on a rush
You are doomed to do all things on a single hush
To be able to defeat this greatest fiend,
Run as fast as you can, but run like the wind

The wind is brisk, and its strike is very quick,
But it’s stoic and calm; doesn’t have to be sick
If it touches your face with its cool embrace,
You would say: “Oh, I could be on the same pace!”

Always remember, the wind is our guide
Be swift and tranquil; you’re on the right side
Don’t let problems make your life intervened
Run as fast as you can, and run like the wind

Faith

Dominaria – once a land of glory and greatness, now only a land of waste and tears. This is because of the invasion of an army called the Phyrexian Scourge. After devastating the lands, the Scourge has conquered most of Dominaria to consume on the few remains. But hopefully, three kingdoms are still standing against the invaders, hoping that something, or perhaps someone, will come to save all of Dominaria. These kingdoms were Kingdom Icatia, Korlis, and Benalia. They faithfully believed that a king from either one of the ‘Three Kingdoms’ will lead them towards victory.

And the prophecy has finally come true. After being crowned as the new king of Benalia, the witty King Darien IV has immediately decided to vanquish the Phyrexian Scourge once and for all. One day, a Benalian scout came to the king and said: “My King, I've journeyed across Dominaria. Phyrexians are everywhere. Plague is everywhere. There's no place left to hide. They are about to attack us!”. “To arms, then! It leaves us no choice but to prepare as quickly and as keen as we can,” King Darien replied. “But first, let’s go forth and unite with the other Kingdoms. Our victory must come from all of Dominaria, or it will not come.”

And so the king, with few of his men, went to the Flagstones of Trokair, a legendary land known as a gathering place of past kings. There, he met the other kings – King Thelon of Icatia and King Tavalus of Korlis. After discussing the Benalian King’s plan, Thelon boisterously suggested: “Why would we have to plan for the attack?! Domiaria erodes with each passing gust. They’re dying left and right! We should strike as fast as we can!” But Tavalus suddenly and hopelessly interrupted: "Your words did not come from . . . now. They reflect a sky no longer ours and gleam with hope that does not exist. It is only a waste of time. What could a clerical kingdom like Korlis do against an overwhelming mass of monsters? We must accept defeat.” The Icatian King was about to draw his blade as well as the Korlisian King is about to draw his staff when Darien halted the two from having a fight. After breathing deeply of disappointment, Darien spoke: "Remember this, my fellow kings: The hermit dies. The outcast dies. The lone wolf dies. Only those who stick together survive this world. We admit that every kingdom has its own weaknesses, but if we band together, we can fill out those weaknesses and we can be able to defeat our enemies!” The other kings drew back and nodded, signaling their understanding to the Benalian King. And so all Dominarians agreed on one thing: they would not go down without a fight.

They have come up with a plan. Icatia, being a master of cavalry and combat, will hold up the Phyrexian attack for a moment. A survivor said: "Valiant Icatia was the last of the Three Kingdoms to fall. Its faithful soldiers defended their cities to the very end." They also had this motto that king Thelon created himself: “Never surrender”, which was carved in every Icatian wall. But despite its combat mastery, it cannot hold the Scourge forever. So Korlis, being adept in creating spells and magic, will cast a massive and devastating sorcery, namely “The Wrath of God” that will sweep all of Phyrexia. But this kind of magic will take a lot of time before it is completed, so they faithfully hope that The Wrath of God will be completed before the Icatian defense falls, as King Tavalus said: "Where metal is tainted and wood is scarce, we are best armed by faith." In the far lands, the tricky Benalians, lead by their King Darien, were preparing for a flank from the Phyrexian assault. King Darien said: "This is how wars are won—not with armies of soldiers but with a single knife blade, artfully placed." He did not dream of defeating the invaders by a single, well – planned attack. He is just hoping that he can somehow weaken the invaders that will attack Icatia and Korlis. All of these kingdoms were hoping that their strength in unity and their faith will grant them their victory.

And so the war blew throughout all of Dominaria. An endless march of bloodthirsty ‘beings’ was heard by all of the villagers that took refuge in hidden, underground homes. After being seen by a watcher, he shouted: “The call came, spell-borne through mortar and stone to the ear of every soldier!. The call came, and the advantage was ours!" The Icatians were already prepared before the Scourge had come. Different anthems were sung, as an elder said: "To those who can hear it, a battle song brings power as swift as sunlight and as enduring as the deep roots of the forest." Different battle cries were shouted. Different weapons were raised. But there was only one goal in the hearts of the warriors in each side: to win against the enemy. And then time suddenly stopped. The anthems stopped. Everything stopped, until King Thelon cried: “Charge!” All of his men shouted and charged, forever listening to the Glorious Anthem they once heard. They clashed with the Phyrexians, and exchanges of slashes and smashes were seen.

On the other hand, the magicians of Korlis were casting The Wrath of God inside their stronghold. Unfortunately, the spell doesn’t seem to be completed in time. The Icatians are slowly withdrawing back, layer by layer, as their number lessens. They kept on pulling out until there came a time that they were forced to seek shelter inside the Korlis stronghold. After a few moments, a small number of Icatians, together with the busy Korlisians, were confined inside the single cave where The Wrath of God was being taken care of. The flow of the Phyrexians seems endless, but it stopped for a while. Why? That’s because of the Benalians, lead by King Darien, who flashed just in time, as King Tavalus said: they’re the beacon of hope over a battered army. King Darien proudly shouted: “You will not die until I consent you!” The Benalish Cavalries surprisingly stormed the Phyrexians, bringing forth their doom. “What are you waiting for? Complete the spell!”, King Thelon shouted to King Tavalus and to his priests. He glared at them as if they were the enemy. “The day is not over yet” he shouted, “and unless you have a weak heart, you will stand and fight!” But not too long, the Benalians too were lessening in number. Fortunately, The Wrath of God was already completed. The cave floods with light. A thousand rays shine forth and meld into one. Everyone stopped, amazingly gazing at the large sphere of light. Even the Phyrexians halted, knowing that they are about to embrace their end. The Wrath of God descended to the grounds, devouring everything from all of Dominaria.

The flash was gone. Dominaria was entirely emptied. The plains were clear. No castle was found standing. Even the Three Kingdoms were gone, as a survivor said: “Sometimes, victory demands a high cost”. Dominaria’s glory has been returned once again. Villagers slowly began to come out from their shelters, knowing that there is a new dawn out of Dominaria’s darkness. Each victory opens a new verse.

THE FIFTH ELEMENT: Book 1: Chapters 1 - 2

The Fifth Element

Book 1:
Vanguard

Survival


It was nearly evening when it happened. The setting sun casted a damp of shadows behind the trees and rocks in a green plain. The cold west wind started to bend the tall grasses in a gentle dance. The grandeur of the scene was an irony. The place was quiet and peaceful, yet the situation was dreary and painful.

The sun was hiding in the horizon - hiding from the eyes of mankind, especially from a man, who was solitary and cold on that time. It didn’t seem to resist the vista – the sight of a plain filled with blood – blood of both man and monster. This man was lying on the grass, severely wounded and beaten. About ten meters behind him was a large creature – perhaps an enormous bird of prey, or a dragon, for you can see its pair of large wings. It’s quite hard to conclude its entire appearance, because darkness already began to envelop the place. This creature was dead. All that was seen was a large shadow with vast wings attached to it.

Fortunately, the youth was still alive, but not for long. He needs help! But unfortunately, there was no one around – no one around to save him. He is in the middle of a barren, deserted plain. The winding and endless horizon depicted no trace of community or civilization.

He was doomed.

He was about to embrace his youthful and lonely death, when he saw something - a blurred image. Was it a phantom? Was it Death itself? No, it wasn’t. It was an image of a person, a woman. Darkness concealed her identity, and his sight was dizzy and dreary. She walked silently and calmly towards the fallen warrior and knelt beside him.

“Are you alright?” She placidly and obviously asked.

The man didn’t reply. Instead he asked vigorously, as he was to pump out all his remaining strength:

“Is she alright? How is she? Where...”

The rescuer seemed to be overwhelmed by the stranger's questions, but she simply and sadly shook her head, signaling a negative reply. Without making any sound, tears began to flow from his battered eyes. He bowed his head to the ground so close as if he was to kiss it. He clenched his fists with a symphony of melancholy and hatred, lifted his head, and cried: “So-“, and then he fell into the grooving grass. He fainted. It seemed that he was about to scream a word – perhaps a name – a name of a special one – a name of a loved one.

Resilience


It was a usual Sunday morning in Rhine. The wide streets of cobblestone and bricks were swarmed by merchants of various races. The poor, as well as the rich, were browsing from the different items that can be found from various stalls. In the middle of the crowd was a traveler. This traveler seemed to be altered compared to other rustics. He was wearing a dark – green cape. It was a little dirty, and it has an unusual marking on it. The marking looked like a swirling circle, a whirlwind in particular. His cape almost covered his whole body with exception to his head. He was also carrying a thin, tubular sword without any edges on it, and it was made of steel. It was contained inside a wooden hilt for safekeeping. From the description, we can conclude that he was a magician. The marking and the color of his cape verify that he was a Wind Magician.

This errant, although already a magician, is still young. He’s about twenty - five years old. He was taller than normal and had whiter skin. His black, radiant hair, and his dark, blank eyes differentiated him from the others. As most Wind Magicians were, he was stoic and silent, as though he had a dark enigma. He was always on an erect, noble and dignified posture. Magicians were not usually found on the streets with the commoners, so seeing one in public was a ‘threat’ for them. They always attempted to keep themselves afar from these apt beings. Although this fact was true at most times, it didn’t mean that this mage is alone.

On his right side was another mage, portrayed by the brown cape he was wearing and an old staff he was carrying. This cape of his also had a symbol – a symbol like a range of mountains, symbolizing that he was an Earth Mage. He was Charles, a friend. He was as the same age as his comrade, but he was shorter in height. He had short, brownish hair and jovial, wandering eyes. Unlike his companion, he often looked around himself – casting a bright, gentle smile to everyone who threw back a stare at him. At the back of these gentlemen was a lady.

Silence seemed to be victorious in embracing this group, but soon failed when Charles began to speak. After looking at his back, after scanning the woman behind, he uttered to his friend:

“You know John, you are very lucky to have her.”

John, the Wind Mage, who seemed to be surprised by his companion’s words, peculiarly and puzzlingly replied:

“What? Who’s her?”

“Of course it’s Zephyr! Zephyr is the only ‘her’ you have... now – a – days, right?”

“Oh, right. Whatever.”

John’s eyes looked down in despair. He seemed to see a nostalgic vision – a vision of a past, perhaps a dark past. And he repeated the words, only in a drearier voice:

“Oh, right. Whatever.”

“I see, so you remembered her...“

“Please let’s forget about that, alright? The past is the past. We can do nothing about it,” John bursted in a harsh manner.

After lifting his voice, he suddenly shut his mouth, showing his apology, and restored to his cold, silent self.

Charles, understanding his friend’s sensation, tried to switch the mood of the talk:

“You know, that’s the great thing about you, John. After that tragedy, you are still alive and strong! Thanks to Zephyr, she saved your life! I think you’re not what you are today if you didn’t meet her. I suggest you should treat her something... you know...”

Charles, being hilarious, laughed in a feeble manner. He continued:

“Look at her, John. She’s very beautiful for a Familiar, and even for a real lady, unlike my Guardian... Can I exchange mine with yours?!” He joked.

John, whose attention was slightly caught, looked at Zephyr behind him. Zephyr looked back to him, eye to eye, with her calm and deep eyes. She tilted her head in a very small angle, heralding a query, as if she wanted to ask: "what is it?" John quickly withdrew his eyes and turned his head forward again. Charles stared at him astonishingly and asked:

“I am right, am I not?”

John avoided his eyes in embarrassment. He faintly answered, as though he was murmuring to himself:

“She’s just my Familiar, nothing more... “

They started to walk towards an inn that they once settled on.

To be continued...