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Chaos Begets HarmonyThunder exploded. "Come, I have a story to tell you, while we wait for this storm to pass." The man who spoke was very tall, almost seven feet tall, and very thin as well. He stepped away from the cabin window and sat on the floor with two other people. As he sat, the glowing lamp illuminated his face, revealing the nasty burn scar across his right eye.
"Oooooh." The other, somewhat younger man said. He sat cross-legged on the floor, with two monochrome swords by his sides. He peered over to his side, where the third, much younger man sat. His black and white eyes playfully gazed at the boy as he said, "This is a good one, never gets old."
The boy rolled his amethyst eyes as he kept his arms crossed. He too had two monochrome swords, but both of his were on his right. His shoulder-length black hair swayed as he looked away from the bothersome man, ignoring him.
The older man cleared his throat. The others turned to him. Lightning flashed outside.
"There have been many wars on our world
0-0: James ColletteMarch 22, 2011
Now that my head has had a couple of years to clear, I would like to take this chance to... Recount the events from all those years ago.
I created him.
I don't know why I did. Probably just because he said I could.
I looked around, did some research. Mostly anatomy and biology.
It took a couple of days, but I did it.
Using a combination of an advanced medical magick, (note the k - really old school magic) alchemy, and some ninjutsu, I managed to create a human being.
From Nothing, I created Something.
He would call me big brother. It was the first thing he said.
Which was an amusing title for someone who was three feet shorter than him, and one hundred forty pounds lighter as well.
I named him Hugo.
He was later dubbed 0-1.
I created Hugo merely as an experiment, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Hugo was... Simple. He couldn't quite grasp certain concepts.
So he, for whatever reason, saw it fit to protect me. With his life...
He was missed, b
The Tender Angel's Lineage"You wanna know about Jessica? She's a Cleric; what else could you ever need to know?
"...Her past? Son, you all kinds of stupid if you care about something as irrelevant as- What?"
He turned around, and barely had a chance to yelp as she bonked him with her staff. He stood up and scrambled from the bustling tavern, whimpering to his mom.
She grumbled something about him being inconsiderate before sitting at the table with me. She leaned the staff against the nearby wall.
When she turned to me, her face softened considerably. Where was once a venomous glare accompanied by a sneer, was now a charming smile and the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen. "Sorry about that." She said as she pulled a lock of her thick blonde hair behind her ear. "I heard someone was asking about me, so I decided to ask around. It was you, wasn't it?"
"Oh- Um..." I fumbled for an answer, only serving to amuse her.
"Easy, easy." She said. "Calm down." She spoke with the utmost patience and care. "Just ask m
World Renown DuetShe is calm, and caring
He is rash, and unrelenting
Her voice is heard throughout the world
His destruction is seen throughout the world
Her words echo across nations
His actions scar entire civilizations
She is the only voice of reason in a world of turmoil
He is the only source of strength in a world of turmoil
She has never once fought with her fists
He has never once spoke for peace
She has never waged war against another man
He has never imparted peace unto his neighbor
She is poetic in all that she does;
Beautiful in her style, a testament to patience.
He is brutal in all that he does;
Fearsome in his tenor, an accolade to conflict.
She is an academic, a scholar
He is a warrior, a soldier
She walks about in her finely pressed suit
With hand polished leather shoes, and stainless white gloves...
He marches about in his ancient heavy armour
With an aged and worn leather vest, and a bloodstained form...
A small woman, more akin to a nymph
A large man, more like an orc than a man
The Graceful Demon's PrologueHis name was Marcus River. He had straight black hair that curled near his jawline, and one brown and one blue eye. His skin was a healthy color, and he possessed a small frame. He always wore a big goofy smile that just irritated everyone to no end.
One would not guess that a boy standing just over four feet tall was twelve years old. It was to be expected of the youngest sibling being raised by the River Twins; he was not fed most of his life, stunting his growth significantly. He had even gained an abnormally high pain tolerance from his life with his brothers. No one ever questioned it, mostly because no one thought it to be odd in the slightest.
After all, a two bedroom apartment in the city is a very dangerous place...
Marc's school life was not exactly... Enjoyable. Everyday was torture for him. He was constantly under the tyranny of the other stronger children who forced him to do humiliating and degrading things. Most of which were illegal.
But all throughout his childhood, he
St. Valentine's DayIt was St. Valentine's Day.
The air was dripping with the syrupy goodness known simply as Love.
There were couples everywhere, choking up the usually empty streets and sidewalks with their happiness and cheer.
There were elderly couples at outdoor cafes, enjoying the years they've spent together and reminiscing Valentines of past.
In the downtown area, more prominently in the malls, teens of all flavors engaged in a plethora romantic activities. The karaoke bars were filled to the brim, the food courts were over checked, and the candy stores looked to be little more than chaos incarnate.
Between the two extremes, the adults possessed a bit more of a calm, but not boring, atmosphere. One could see them walking through the city, holding hands and acting a little too young for their age.
In the middle of it all was Chad. Chad was a pale skinned fellow with not much of a presence about him. He usually wore boring white religious robes (not really uncommon), spoke quietly in a sparing manne
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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