Two warriors.Ever heard a true story?About two warriors, or mages, or as they prefer, Masters.Let's start in the beginning...Somewhere, up in north, where the seasons change drastically, winters have a lot of snow, summers are short but intense, autumn brings colors, as red, brown and yellow, spring is the season of love and new life.There up in north, there are a bunch of villages and towns, lands to plant the seed to get the bread on the table, bovine feeding on the plain grass fields to give you milk in the glass and meat on the plate.From the north, the strongest warriors, mages and Masters arrive, all from the same town, all belong. Is where they grew up, where they cheered, where they bleed the first time.There is a Guild, so powerful it has no name, lately nicknamed northern guild, or guilds-men of north, the people that arrived from there were called.Large forests, filled with creatures and monsters only a child's wildest imagination could imagine. Mountains scraping scars into the s
A RainbowThe clouds are separating, rain slowing down.My jacket is waterproof, pants are not, the cold rain is cold on my jeans, light blue jeans turned dark blue.Sitting on a hard wooden bench, no wind whispering words to me, only low pounding by the rain, in the green leaves high up in the trees, saying nothing to me, already wet jeans are getting a slight darker blue.While leaning my head in my hands, elbows on rested hard on my legs, if i'd lift my elbows, the area would be light blue, dry.. But i don't lift them, i have my eyes open but i'm not looking down, even if my face is down i just have my eyes open.Why am i here?You may ask, since i'm not sure, all alone in a park.No kids laughing, no parents shouting, not even a old man walking hos dog.It's early morning, the air smells moist, it's warm since it's july.Weather was not my topic, it's why i am here. I am sitting on a hard wood bench, a heavy object in my jacket pocket. I am tired, not physically tired, i only walked a fiftee
Stranger in the nightStranger in the nightwhat is on your mindoh you wandererstranger in the nightwhy are you so lonely?stranger in the nightare you the strangerthe onei search?stranger in the nighttalk to meor are you as mejust a stranger in the nighta stranger in the nightwandering down the streetssearching for someonesomeone to lovestranger in the nightlet me be your lightstranger in the night
Scaredlook at metell me what you seelook at mewho am ilook at metell me what you seeyou see meif you look at meyou see what i really ami standi stumbleon every second stepi get up againyou say i am strongyou say i don't give up'you say i have the courage to standbut...i disagree...i may standnot because i feel like i havetoi may get up againnot because i have the courage to do iti'm afraid..i get up againbecause i'm scared of being down too longi standbecause i'm scared of losingi am woundedi am bleedingbeaten to deathi still standnot because i'm strongit's because i'm weaktoo scared to give upbeaten, bleedingbroken, bleedingwounded, bleedingi've been hit to groundi didn't dodgeeven if i could havei will not dodgenever...i will standi will wait to get hiti will get up againjust to get hit down againno.. i'm not strongjust scaredof giving up...