Lost Soul

Lost Soul

Deep within a forest,
Lays a very powerful curse,
It tears and devours every passing soul,
The forest soon filled with ghouls.

But once had all ghouls disappear,
When a man came in with spears,
He was brave and he was strong,
Never once did things ever go wrong.

Peaceful day flies,
And another man came dropping by,
He went amok,
He created havoc.

He soon died,
And time continue to fly,
No one knows why,
Maybe that was his cry.

Gazing upon the night sky,
When stars bounced off the moonlight,
The earth was lit with the pure pale light.

There it was,
A soul dead and lost,
Lurking around the shadow in the forest,
Floating around,
Weeping away~

Blood Successor-Chapter 1

Blood Successor

Chapter 1

The Never-ending Rain Sings of Sadness Again

  Dark clouds gathered slowly and fog began to stretch its arms embracing a spooky, broken down chapel. Stained steel fence barricaded it poorly, with spooky weeds ever growing taller clinging onto the fence. The lights within the chapel were dim and the earthen path to front door crooked. Tiny animals roamed around the weeds, rustling sound grew ever stronger. Not long before all the rustling ends, a man carried a new born baby pushed open the front gate and walked in, his footsteps were heavy. Each step he takes cost him his life, blood flows down from his chest. A fatal wound that none will survive; but somehow he survived. Upon reaching the door, he gently lowered his arms and laid the baby on the doorsteps. He caressed the baby chubby cheek and kissed his forehead.

  “Grow up well; I’m following your mother.” He bid the baby goodbye and took a last gentle glance. He raised his arms and exerted mana onto his finger, clawing open a dimension portal. He walked into the portal, vanished.

  As soon as the portal closed, rain started to pour from the heavy clouds. Soon after, a man opened the door, stood there watching the rain pouring, by picking up the baby he whispered “Rain, a confusing event. Looking at it makes one wonder what meaning has it brings along. Some brings misfortune and some brings life while some signify a new era.”

  A teenage was hurrying his way as the rain began to pour like mad. He pulled over his hood and clutch his cloaked tightly, he ran.

  “Rain~” he sighed. Soon, he came across a group of cavalier. They were all clad in armor except for one; the one that caught his eye. He quickly passed through them as they looked dangerous.

  About half an hour later, he reached a town and walked in from the east gate. Another group of cavalier rode passed him in a hurry. The leader suddenly halted, turned around and asked “have you seen a group of cavalier escorting a girl?”

  “Well, I did.” He answered. “She’s too pretty to not be noticed in this rain.”

  “Direction?” the leader frowned, clearly he was not please by his behavior.

  “It’s that way, good sir.” He pointed to the direction he came from and smiled gently “have nice journeys.”

  The leader turned and rushed along, disappearing into the road. The rain has tune down and soon will stop.

   “The carving on the lance,” he murmured “Renval army?”

  He wandered around the town. The town was separated equally into three sectors, one on the east, the other west and between them another sector. Industrial sector, shop lots and residential sector were well-planned. Industrial sector were build far away from residential sector which is on the east. Therefore, the middle sector was none other than shop lots. Without wasting time, he has had a stroll along the shop lots looking for items.

  He came across a wondering peddler demonstrating his goods on a piece of big cloth around the corner. There was this one pair of gauntlet that caught his eye. That pair of gauntlet was coated in dark red material. There were some crimson lining glowed on every edge around it. For some reason the gauntlet released a comfortable aura that attracted something deep within him. He moved closer and the feeling grew stronger.

  “How much is this?” he singled out the gauntlet and held it by his hand.

  “GOOD GRIEF, young sir!” The peddler shouts out in surprise.

  “You’re confusing me here, mister!” he replied. “How much is this?”

  “If you would, do please take it” he answered happily. “Ever since this ‘thing’ I found in the woods came into my good business been lagging”

  “Well if you say so.” He took the gauntlet and wore it.

  After having a stroll around the town he search his way to the east gate and went back home.

He ran slowly along the road for about three quarter and slipped into the forest to his left. Pushing through the bushes and weeds, slowly he came to a chapel. It was broken down but the fences were well-cared and a creaked path leads to the front door. There was a figure lying beside the path, fists clenched hard. The grass around his area were stained in blood and not far from it a dark foul stain devouring the ground; leaving the ground pitch black and smells of death slowly emits from the circular stain.

  “N-no, no, no . . .” he trembled as he murmured “this cannot be! What happen?”

  He flipped through the fences and dashed to that figure. He reached out his finger to test the man pulse. Later he tried listening to his heartbeat. All his effort tells him that he was dead.

  “I won’t let it happen!” he whispered. He pulled mana to his fingers and gathered into one point. He raises his fist and hit the concentrated mana into the man chest. Upon hitting it he changed the pure concentrated energy ball into electric element. When it reached the man’s heart; his body trembles from the electrification. He tried several times but it was all in vain.

  “F-father” he murmured “I-I swear to make whoever did this pay!”

  As he tried to stand up a surge of pain rushed through his head. His veins throbbed madly in fear and excitement. It was far more painful than migraine. The pain waved in and out like sea water. He gripped his head as if the head was not his. He screamed in pain and soon his mana outburst. Mana that was supposed to be formless formed a humanoid form around him. Every little bit of mana flowed out from his marma (pressure point) and slowly the concentration increased.

Blood Successor - Chapter 1

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Chapter 2 - Battle Magus

Azalea

Azalea

  It’s Christmas Eve. It’s just a quarter to Christmas. The moon shone brightly, the snow on the earth bounced the dim light off, brightening the area. The silence was so peaceful like always. There were no couples or even a single presence of man in the park, it was considered dangerous since that incident occurred. I was sitting on a bench in the park watching the ever slow-paced movement of the night. Time flowed slowly . . . 

  There she was, under the biggest tree in the park gazing upon the lonely moon. Her eyes so dull so lifeless. She leaned against the tree and gazed the moon this time every year. This is the third year.

  “Hey . . .” I tried to raise my voice a little “Hey you over there!”

  Still, she stood there gazing the moon.

  “I’ll talk to myself if you don’t mind.” I pause for a moment waiting for her response. She did not answer nor did she care.

  “There was this story, a love story.  In an unknown year of some country, human are very advance and they decided to explore the space. The honorable job for people is to be a pilot to explore the outer space. The girl got that job and was sent to space. First they sms each other likes all couple did. They were happy at that moment as they did not know what fate has in store for them.” I pause for a moment and pick up a bottle I’ve brought with me and drank.

  “Fate huh . . .” she walk toward me “get up, I’m sitting here.”

  “So, I did catch your interest?” I asked playfully.

  “What is fate?” she paused a moment “my boyfriend were stabbed to death here during Christmas eve.”

  Her tone was flat and they sounded lifeless. She raises her hand to reach the necklace around her neck and held it tightly saying that was the last thing her boyfriend gave her before leaving.

  “I don’t know much about fate but I know this’ll help you.” I said firmly.

  “The story goes on with the girl having to go farther into space to pursue the enemies that attack their spaceship right wing. So, with steps she took the longer the message can get to earth. First it took hours to exchange message then it took days. Soon, it took months and not long it took years. It’s been 6 years and the boy received the last message from the girl.” I paused a moment and take a sip.

  “So, what was that?” she asked.

  “Hmm… I thought you’d never ask.”

  The last message was: I’m glad I’ve met you . . . it’s painful to think that you’d probably forget about me after those years. I’ve learned that it’s better for us to let go.

  “I think that’s the right choice.” I stood up and took a flower from my pocket and give it to her “It’s Azalea.”

  “For?” she puzzled. 

  I bend down close to her ear and whispered.

  The clock’s arrow starts ticking again, the wind start blowing gently. I smiled and she was dripping in tears holding onto the flower and say “I will and I’m sorry.

Take Care of Yourself for Me