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<blockquote data-quote="Escurial" data-source="post: 107898" data-attributes="member: 5853"><p>I agree to everything that you say fladien. so i wont react.</p><p></p><p>here is a new piece. i just wrote it. It writes really easy. i have so many idea <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite7" alt=":p" title="Stick Out Tongue :p" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":p" /> </p><p>Anyway here it is!</p><p></p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p></p><p>The first of the Dellusan was a farmer, a man without plans for the future, named K'mel . He was also a great fighter. His way to become the king was that of not wanting the position. Someday a lord of the town payed a visit to his farm. The lord told K'mel that his farm was claimed by the lords new empire. K'mel was not impressed and told the lord to leave. At this insult the lord told his men to kill K'mel thinking that the farmer posed no threat. K'mel took their lives and there blood stained the ground.</p><p>He captured the lord and chained him up on his roof. If someone wanted the lord they had to get him themselfs. Days later a messenger from the town came. K'mel though that he came for the lord. But to the farmers surprise the messenger told him that the law said that if he killed the lord that he would own the lords title all his wealth. By hearing this K'mel took the lord of his roof and murdered him on the spot, the lord's blood stained the ground. The same ground on which Ishfeur now stood. The palace was build around this sacred place. Ishfeur loved it and wondered how it must have been back then. Such a great man who singlehandedly conquered land after land. Leading his armies over mountain tops and grassy lands. The prince loved stories of combat.</p><p>Today it was the feast of the whirlwind a returning feast that occurred once every five years. A sacrifice was brought to the beach four miles from from the city. This sacrifice was often a homeless whore picked of the streets the year ago. This whore then received a royal treatment. She would eat the best meals and great jewelry was hang around her neck. She would be praised for a whole year and then cast on the beach. Naked, without dignity and honor, she would be screamed at and stones where cast towards her. She would then wait until the whirlwind from the sea would claim her and save her from the raining stones. After that the citizen would return to there homes and drank into the night cheering that their city was once again saved from the whirlwind.</p><p>Tomorrow was the day of sacrifice and Ishfeur had been feeling uneasy. Somehow he had the feeling something was different this year. To get rid of this uneasy feeling Ishfeur saddled his horse and rode off to the forest. Last night he had bedded Shaimé. It was everything Ishfeur expected, nothing great. He had no love for her and even though it was her first time he was not gently. He had seen her spasm under him. She did her best to like it the prince commented to himself. But she failed in that. Sad for her Ishfeur concluded.</p><p>Riding off to the forest ahead Ishfeur lost all thought and the feeling of unease was gone.</p><p></p><p>That night Ishfeur found himself on the beach. Frowning Ishfeur stepped of his hoarse. The prince tied the horse to a tree. He walked down the beach and looked over the wide and endless mass of water. Ishfeurs eyes suddenly expanded and turned from blue to black. Ishfeur couldn't move and his eyes were fixed on the horizon. His eyes showed him a giant whirlwind gaining speed towards the prince. Ishfeur wanted to run away but something kept him from it. A low happy voice comming from the whirlwind spoke too Ishfeurs “You have been chosen, little prince, because of an lack of better skilled men†Ishfeur screamed and suddenly gained control over his body again. He ran to his horse only to find it had already left. The noble beast had ripped the rope. Thunder roared across the sky and Ishfeur screamed without sound. With fear in his heart Ishfeur ran towards the forest. Great fires lifted up from the trees as lightning impacted. Ishfeur felt wind gripping his golden and red clothe. The prince turned around and saw a wall of water swirling around. Then the whirlwind absolved him.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------</p><p>I hope this gives it the needed plot twist.</p><p>And jetpack, i would like to hear you opinion about my story. and dont be scared to comment about the story. even if you think it sucks!. (which i hope you dont think)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Escurial, post: 107898, member: 5853"] I agree to everything that you say fladien. so i wont react. here is a new piece. i just wrote it. It writes really easy. i have so many idea :P Anyway here it is! -------------------------------------------- The first of the Dellusan was a farmer, a man without plans for the future, named K'mel . He was also a great fighter. His way to become the king was that of not wanting the position. Someday a lord of the town payed a visit to his farm. The lord told K'mel that his farm was claimed by the lords new empire. K'mel was not impressed and told the lord to leave. At this insult the lord told his men to kill K'mel thinking that the farmer posed no threat. K'mel took their lives and there blood stained the ground. He captured the lord and chained him up on his roof. If someone wanted the lord they had to get him themselfs. Days later a messenger from the town came. K'mel though that he came for the lord. But to the farmers surprise the messenger told him that the law said that if he killed the lord that he would own the lords title all his wealth. By hearing this K'mel took the lord of his roof and murdered him on the spot, the lord's blood stained the ground. The same ground on which Ishfeur now stood. The palace was build around this sacred place. Ishfeur loved it and wondered how it must have been back then. Such a great man who singlehandedly conquered land after land. Leading his armies over mountain tops and grassy lands. The prince loved stories of combat. Today it was the feast of the whirlwind a returning feast that occurred once every five years. A sacrifice was brought to the beach four miles from from the city. This sacrifice was often a homeless whore picked of the streets the year ago. This whore then received a royal treatment. She would eat the best meals and great jewelry was hang around her neck. She would be praised for a whole year and then cast on the beach. Naked, without dignity and honor, she would be screamed at and stones where cast towards her. She would then wait until the whirlwind from the sea would claim her and save her from the raining stones. After that the citizen would return to there homes and drank into the night cheering that their city was once again saved from the whirlwind. Tomorrow was the day of sacrifice and Ishfeur had been feeling uneasy. Somehow he had the feeling something was different this year. To get rid of this uneasy feeling Ishfeur saddled his horse and rode off to the forest. Last night he had bedded Shaimé. It was everything Ishfeur expected, nothing great. He had no love for her and even though it was her first time he was not gently. He had seen her spasm under him. She did her best to like it the prince commented to himself. But she failed in that. Sad for her Ishfeur concluded. Riding off to the forest ahead Ishfeur lost all thought and the feeling of unease was gone. That night Ishfeur found himself on the beach. Frowning Ishfeur stepped of his hoarse. The prince tied the horse to a tree. He walked down the beach and looked over the wide and endless mass of water. Ishfeurs eyes suddenly expanded and turned from blue to black. Ishfeur couldn't move and his eyes were fixed on the horizon. His eyes showed him a giant whirlwind gaining speed towards the prince. Ishfeur wanted to run away but something kept him from it. A low happy voice comming from the whirlwind spoke too Ishfeurs “You have been chosen, little prince, because of an lack of better skilled men†Ishfeur screamed and suddenly gained control over his body again. He ran to his horse only to find it had already left. The noble beast had ripped the rope. Thunder roared across the sky and Ishfeur screamed without sound. With fear in his heart Ishfeur ran towards the forest. Great fires lifted up from the trees as lightning impacted. Ishfeur felt wind gripping his golden and red clothe. The prince turned around and saw a wall of water swirling around. Then the whirlwind absolved him. -------------------------------------------------------------- I hope this gives it the needed plot twist. And jetpack, i would like to hear you opinion about my story. and dont be scared to comment about the story. even if you think it sucks!. (which i hope you dont think) [/QUOTE]
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