Beneath the Fear

The fear has spread through out the lands. Even now, innocent bystanders like the trees and animals are being affected. My stroll through the forest, has proven this to be true. Trees no longer look green and jovial. They no longer cry out for someone to climb up their long trunks and be cradled in their arms. Instead, they hang their some what bushy heads, as they raise their almost naked arms and gnarled fingers in supplication to the heavens. If that wasn't enough, they can barely stand, their feet no longer fermly rooted to the ground. No, now they lean against each other, or at times, intertwining their arms, their hands the only thing keeping each other up. Then their are those that just lost the entire battle, their feet jutting out of the ground in a pile of rock and dirt. I have witnessed this first hand, and now... I have vowed to keep fighting, to avenge those who have fallen. That is why, I will train harder, because if I do not, what will become of this land? Because it seems... we are not doing enough. The darkness is not being repelled, for it has found gaps in our defenses to squeeze through, and create mayhem in our backlines. So there is much to do, as we fight two fronts, and we threaten to crumble.

Storm

It seems the more I try to hold on, the harder it is. This storm which has over taken me, has weathered me down to the bone. Whether or not I will survive or be taken by the storm, only time will tell that tale. For now though, I will continue to resist the pain deep in my muscles and hold on until the last drop of endurance has evaporated from my brow.

Beneath A War

We all are in a war that threatens to consume us whole; each having their own reasons to enter the war; some embedded in their soul, while others are buried deep in their subconscious. Every reason forming the key which drives us. The key which wakes us to the pangs and pains that form the stains upon our mane. Every day being new history, each with new mysteries, but one thing remains the same... We all wake under a war, that effects us like a written board. A war that is infinite in time and definite in a stalemate. A war that rules all wars, making this one which we fight, a waste of might. For the war that is the father of all wars, lies in the heavens. Two strong nations fighting to dominate the entire station in the sky. Each trying to dominate the other but only continuing the stalemate. For if one gains an advantage, valorn as we know it will vanish to be a legend. A legend that will have facts mixed with truths that are faulse, until fantasy and reality blend to form insanity. Where valorn's history will be a simple mystery, and a great wonder to ponder. Thus, the outcome of this war against that sore that is Balthasar will have no meaning if the great war has a victor. So with days on end, I continue to watch this war. On one side is the single king that tries to dominate the heavens with power and rage. His raging orange eye lighting all the lands, and leaving no stone unturned. Filling every crevace with light, leaving only shadows for those who need companions. Each shadow a silouette of the person they escort, keeping tabs on the person and only vanishing when its time to inform the angry king. While, his rival rules with a gentle hand. A single silvery irus peering down from the heavens, to fill the lands with a ghostly touch that seems to radiate peace. Ruling the heavens with thousands of flashy blades. Each flashing blade revealing twinkling eyes that watch over all the lands, half struggling to sleep and the other half seeming to fight to wake. So a single king with might that radiates strength that will fight, against a small king that radiates peace, and who is surrounded by fighters that glow brightly like lighters, who will win? The winner is uncertain if even possible, but while only the elite fight this war, my focus is on the threat that is about to tare the land apart. Today I have awoken to find the twinkling of the Silver Eye's guardians. If it is the peace that they eminate I do not know, but today I feel strange. I feel ready to end this silly scuffle which has caused us to become muffled. I walk with purpose which seems to rise from the ground in mist and swhirl into the key which drives me. If the end of this war will be today or tomorrow, if it will be under the firy blaze of the Single King, or beneath the gaze of the Silvery Irus, only time will tell that tale, but one thing is certain, I FIGHT UNDER BOTH Curtains of POWER and all I can do is hope that both fighting sides continue to have sympathy; letting me to wake to see those who find their way into my dreams. For I am another worn down surviver, who's iron will is slowly but surely melting into a liquid resolve.