《The Skywalker Chronicles》Chapter 2
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How our ancestors survived long enough to breed and leave offspring is beyond me. After just three minutes of walking, I was ready to give up. My feet are sore, I am still but naked and I seems to have developed the superpower to attract every insect on the planet. I am so glad my parents didn’t decide to get me cut at birth. My General at least had his uniform and helmet. After what felt like years but if calculated by the movements of the celestial bodies would have only been less than 15 minutes, I came into a clearing. Not just a clearing but a clearing with a lake in view. Rolling hills and tall prairie grass stretched for what must have been at least 2 miles. The shimmering of the lake made this a pictures moment. The moment was just so perfect I could picture Laura running through the grass just like in the intro to Little House on the Prairie. No, being butt naked balls swinging and picturing a little girl does not make me a pedophile. My circumstances just could not be helped.
I keep looking at my imaginary Laura but then I realized that there really was a little girl running through the tall grass. Before I even registered that I should at the very least cover myself, she looked over to me and our eyes met. Of course moron that I am I just keep staring at her. With the sharp instants all women are born with, yes even the little ones, she turn around a darted directly opposite me. Still standing naked in the breeze I used all my higher education level math to predict her path and sure enough she was headed for a little house I had not noticed before.
Finally my brain processed the resent events and I ducked down to cover myself. It was way too late but you just never know how you will react to something until it happens. I grabbed handfuls of the long grass and started to weave if it can even be called that a wad of grass tied together to cover the goods. I then started to make my way towards the little house. As I got closer, I realized that it wasn’t so little. The house was built into a hillside and from my original angle I could only see a small section. It was actually a decent sized house. There was several windows, all with shutters closed. As I approached the house, a short blond woman came out. She was holding a pitchfork and stood like a sentinel guarding the gates to a palace.
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I stopped and gave her a weak wave. “Hello” called out. “Do you know where this is?” she didn’t answer me but instead pointed the fork end at me and said “what do you want?” I immediate brought my hands above head level in the universal sign language of “what the fuck lady, I wasn’t going to do anything” and took a step back. We all know that both Fate and Lady Luck are super bitches and so as expected my makeshift coverings fell revealing my flag now at haft staff. I couldn’t take all the credit for my reaction, the woman was gorgeous. Blond hair, emerald eyes and a body super models have to work for. Even with her oversized rough spun dress it was impossible to hide her figure. “Calm down lady” I started to back up. “I just want to know where this place is” I said trying to infuse as much lion trainer who forgot his gun and is now locked inside of a cage with a hungry and abused lioness feel into my words.
My efforts must have been wasted because she didn’t say anything, instead she did two poking motions with the pitchfork at me. Even though there was more than ten feet in-between the two of us, I was spooked and jumped back a little. Like I said, Fate, Lady Luck and now you too Mother Nature are such bitches. My foot ended up sinking into a small hole and I fell. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was my general now at full attention.
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Wings of Sorrow
Tension permeates the city of Bleakridge as forces within its walls struggle for supremacy. Grim Thorne, the disinherited son of the Earl, is a fly caught in the web of power struggles between these forces. When Grim closes his eyes, he can still see the bodies piled high from the first day of occupation. The day he was branded a bastard in the southern fashion. The day his father let them. Soldiers from the south bearing green cloaks and royal seals maintain order in the streets of Bleakridge, ensuring that the lifeblood of commerce continues to flow through the port city. In the slums beyond the outer wall, the Sons of the Reaper lurk. Some call them heroes, others villains. But all fear them for their relentless devotion to the old ways and the freedom that entails. In the castle above the city, resides the Earl of Bleakridge. The man who bent the knee and saved the lives of his people, if not their souls. After twenty years of occupation, the tension is coming to a head and Grim has to choose. Sympathetic to the Sons, duty bound to his father, and forced into service to the king. He must rise above the brand on his neck and decide where his true loyalties lie. But, after so long, it can be hard to tell who is deserving of loyalty. The King’s men who enforce order with a blood-soaked iron fist? The Sons who more resemble terrorists and crime lords than revolutionaries? Or the father who watches the bloodshed and does nothing? In the end, it is always the place of the young to bear the sins of the old.
8 201The Sword And The Butterfly
Virtuous Masters, terrible Demons.Mortal armies fighting for mortal Kings.Sages reaching for immortality. In such a world, filled with wonder and slaughter, two precocious children try to join a mighty Sectand the ranks of the fabled Cultivators. This is their story.
8 229Destiny of the Aasim
The world is cold, the world is harsh, only the strong will thrive. These are the rules of the Realms. When Raylas, a mercenary, discovers an artifact while on a mission his life is transformed. A destiny beyond his imagination awakens, tying itself to him and dragging him along. With the help of his new companions he will have to forge a way for him to survive as the fates watch his every move. But how will the world react when a new Legend is born? [Updates Monday-Friday]
8 184Eye of Amber
Kosian's life was turned upside down when he saw his brother being taken by men of the Faith, using words like 'cursed' and 'damned'. He did not care if his brother was the Ancient Gods incarnate -- he just wanted a friend with whom he could share his pain, his joy. And, after ten long years of planning, he is finally ready. With the help of a group of mysterious benefactors, Kosian saves his brother, fleeing their home and heading east, towards the port of Bez, accompanied by an unexpected but welcomed band of mercenaries. Meanwhile, Bel, a knight of the order Purtelis, hounds them, dead set on returning the Faith's stolen property. Both groups traverse the peaceful lands of Bollardia, each encountering roaming monsters, ancient evils and simple people, trying to survive. During his travels, Kosian is haunted by strange dreams and visions, all of which keep showing him the same image -- an eye of amber, etched with black runes. The sign of the Divided, masters of magic and saviours of the Seven Races.
8 130Sinner's Resolve: An Agent's Wish
A demon that had never batted an eye while mercilessly reaping the lives of many. A prodigy who accomplished the impossible. A hero that dutifully followed his orders. A messiah of the people. Many titles were given to him, whether it be in praise or in fear, but only one thing could be agreed upon by the people...All who he had ever crossed paths with had met an untimely death. He slowly rose to the top and earned himself the name of Black Death. A nameless person who was eventually awarded a cursed and bloodied name... Must this continue?...... He stared at his hands before turning his gaze towards his next three targets. Their photographs were neatly aligned along his makeshift table, accompanying him inside of a dimly lit room. Each one of them had earned their seat as the best special agents within their respective organizations. There must be a way...There has to be a way... Shaking away his thoughts, he quietly pocketed away the photos before exiting the room. A chance meeting that would forever change his cruel fate, and a wish that would transcend worlds. This is the story of a man who had nothing yet lost everything but a single wish, a silver lining that would completely change his life. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Notes - Hello everyone! This is my first work and I will hopefully stay around for a while. I will try to finish or at least expand on this piece of work for quite some time, expect a few hiatuses in between though, still have a bit of schooling to do. Expected release dates will probably be once a week(not sure yet) after I stabilized the novel a bit as I'm still debating on how I should handle this. I prefer fleshed-out works compared to quick releases, but it also depends on how I'm feeling. I don't have a lot of confidence in my writing skills and I believe that my writing style is a bit weird, but I do want to try my best to tell a story that's worth telling. I will gladly accept criticism but please try to pull the punches back a bit! I'm still only human after all. Very excited to work on this, please take good care of me as I proceed on this journey with all of you! P.S. If you're going into my series, expect to see cliches sprinkled here and there. I personally love cliches and a few tropes! But, that goes without saying, I want to put my own spin on them. Be ready to feel the edge!!! Heh.
8 190Please...
Harry Potter is five years old now, though he does not look it. He looks more like a small four or three year old. But, that's not the end of it.The fact that none of his neighbors know he exists, that he sleeps in a cupboard, even that his parents are dead, is not the end, nor the worst of it. No, the worst, is his uncle. The reason he doesn't speak, look at anyone, barely even breathe. Each night, he hopes for someone to come and save him, but they never come. No matter how hard he wishes, how hard he hopes, it seems he will be stuck there forever, or until his slow, agonizing march to death ends.One night, after hoping and hoping, he starts to realize he will never get saved, helped, even comforted, for his entire life.What if he's wrong, and what if a certain Slytherin can heal this broken child?What if, in turn, this broken child can heal him?THIS IS NOT SNARRY!! If that's your thing that's fine, but HARRY IS FIVE IN THIS FANFIC!! NOT SNARRY!!Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.
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