The Warrior's Story

PROLOUGE

CRACK! The lightning flashed again, sparking the moss that was still alive. The warrior emerged on top of the hill and screamed again. Ten thousand bodies littered the ground in front of him, and a hundred petrified building lay toppled behind him. The bodies were of the Dredge and the Kurzicks...all gone. The warrior carried a bloodstained Forgotten Sword and a tattered Serrated Shield. He was wearing once green Gladiators Armor, now red with blood. He was bleeding in several places, and was no better mentally. He knew he would never escape the war now. He could never climb the wall behind him, and in front of him there was no exit. He would be trapped forever in the battleground, eating blood-stained moss, drinking from the bloody spring... He tried to reflect on it to see what had gone wrong. He had tried to make peace between the Dredge and the Kurzick. After months of political warfare, they were finally going to sign a treaty. At the signing, a group of rebel Kurzicks who had been outcast many years ago attacked, trying to stop this alliance, so that the Dredge would keep attacking the Kurzick Nation and their punishers would be destroyed. The Dredge thought that they were being tricked, at sent all five thousand troops that had gathered there to attack the kurzick leaders. The leaders retaliated against the Dredge. The warrior was one of the troops...the leading General in fact. They battle the Dredge back into this alcove where he was now, and they had two days of non-stop fighting. Eventually they were all killed, except for him. Now he was in eternal imprisonment. He should have never tried to bring peace...now the Gods were angry at the loss of their beloved creations, and hellish lightning crashed around him. He had no idea what to do. Then he heard a noise behind him. "Goodbye..." it said....


He woke up to a blinding light...before him stood the Hall of Heroes. He looked around, marveling the beauty, even though he had been here many times before, the beauty never ceased to amaze him. Then he looked down at his hands. They were a transparent blue...

"I'm...dead?" he whispered to himself. "But...how?" Then he remembered the whisper. "Goodbye..." It echoed in his head... Who was it? How had he done it? How had he gotten in there? It couldn't have been a Dredge, they would have made heavy footsteps...then who was it? A kurzick? All of them were killed...An outcast one? He had seen them all be killed by the Dredge. Who was it then?

He turned around and around to find a way out. When it turned out the only way to go was to the Center Shrine, he went that way, since there was no point in hanging out where he was there. When he reached it, he stood in the middle and looked up. He saw the Earth there. All the continents, Tyria, Cantha, Elona...and he knew there were many more on the other sides of the Earth. When he looked down, he was suprised to find himself surrounded by all 6 True Gods.

"Warrior," they said in unison, "It was not your time to go. You were supposed to be the greatest hero of all the Kurzicks, even greater than Saint Viktor himself. You will defeat the evil Outcast Kurzicks and bring peace and friendship to the Dredge and Kurzick. Your death by the hand of the beast that killed you was not destined. YOU were destined to kill IT."

"But what DID kill me?" asked the warrior.

"A horrible monster, a part Shiro'ken, part Titan, part Margonite, known to the humans as a Shitanite. It was formed when the 3 evils of the world, Shiro, the Lich, and Abbadon, fused their powers. It has the power to travel accross the continents at will, and can destroy anything...except you, when you turn to fight it, but only when you are ready." replied the gods simultaneously.

"But how will I know when I'm ready?" asked the warrior.

"You will know..." Said the gods in unison. Then everything faded...

The warrior sat up with a start, breathing hard. He then set out to begin his journey after having a "hearty" meal of bloodstained grass and bloody water.


The warrior of the Prolouge... Not 100% accurate, it's prehaps a few years behind (the armor is still green and he doesnt have the shield) but it's the most recent picture the scribes could find.




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Chapter 1


After the meal, he wondered around, looking for a way out. Then it happened... Lightning struck the stone buildings behind him, shattering them into a thousand peices. And there stood the beast. It had the body of a Shiro'ken, but the six, burning, cracking legs of a Burning Titan, and the wings of a Margonite. It was holding the great sword of Mallyx...atop it...the Emporer's head. The warrior gasped. So that was what was happening now. The Shitanite was out to kill the great leaders...Emporer Kisu was already gone...next would be Evinnia, then the Three Princes. He had to save them...he had to avenge Kisu...

The beast gave a peircing scream and charged foward, ready to stab the warrior through. The warrior stood his ground, ready to face the beast one on one. There was no way he could escape now. His only chance was to fight it, and hope luck was on his side. Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

The beast came at him slowly....oh so slowly....everysecond was like a century....The warrior ducked and slid under the beast, stabbing his sword up. The beast gave the scream again. It turned around...looking him in the eye. It was starting to break, a brilliant red light shining from the cracks...but then something unexpected happened...something not even the Goddess of Truth and Wisdom could predict...something that was so horribly wrong, and happened so dreadfully fast, that the gods could not change it, and destiny took a turn...for the worst...


Abbadon, Shiro, and Kihlbron came down in unison, and drawing up the dark magical power, started mending the Shitanite. Then Shiro and the newly made Shitanite both rushed at the warrior, and the Lich and Abbadon gathered up a beam of dark magic, and both of them hit him at the same time. Then....it was darkness.....


Now....it's my turn to tell the story...

Chapter 2


20 years later...in Sardelac Sanitarium, the world has been corrupted by Darkness, but hope still shines, from one young man...

"Mommy! Mommy!" yelled the young boy, as he ran inside from washing himself. "I wanna hear a story about daddy!!"

"Awww..does it have to be right now, Tharan, dear?" asked his mother. She was clearly tired from the day's slavery work, but her son was persistant.

"YE-SS!!" screamed the young child, clapping his hands happily.

"Oh...alright..." said his mother. "A long time ago, in the far nation of Cantha, your father was a warrior...but one day, he disappeared. They say he was stuck in with the Dredge in a huge never-ending fight, with many other Kurzicks...They say daddy died, but was revived by the gods...and then...." his mother stopped. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.."And then he...was....he had to go to bed..." she sobbed.

"OCK-AY!!!" said her son, clearly satisfied and not caring much about it anymore.

Her son was...of course...me. My father was what you might have THOUGHT was the warrior. Forgive me for misleading you like that. I am the warrior....but I was not the me then that I am now...


The next day was the usually. The children were sent to pound the meat, the women to harvest the wood, the men to make the weapons, all being whipped unmercifully by demons. But Tharan didn't care, he was quick and smart for a little child. He evaded every whip by a hair, but acted like he was hit. He knew better then to be hit, or to show that he wasnt. Other children usually died within a week. The demons wondered why he was still alive, but they never thought to check his back for whip cuts. All his life, that child trained against imaginary enemies with a wooden stick, pretending to be his father.... But then, his like took a turn for the worst.....

Chapter 3


I was 14 when it happened. It was a normal day of slave work, and I had just gotten home from being dismissed and sat down to get myself some dinner when 2 demons came in holding my mother. They threw her down on the bed and left, slamming the door shut. She didn't move. I walked over to her and lifted her head up. Her face was gone, replaced by a hole oozing out blood. I screamed and ran, horrified at the way my mother was killed. A face-eatnig. It was a rare excecution...only when there was somevery important demon in the city. I couldn't believe it had happened to my mother. I lost my appetite, and went to lay on my bed, crying myself to sleep.

That night I had just about the wierdest dream ever. I saw my mother without her face, I couldn't look away, some evil force held my eyes open and my head still. Then thousands upon thousands of demons came and surrounded me, and started singing "YA GOT BLOOD ON YA FACE, BIG DISGRACE! KICKIN YO CAN ALL OVA THE PLACE! WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!"

Yes, I went a whole different way with that then you thought, didn't I?

Well, the next morning, I vowed my revenge on the demon who did this. When I reached for the shoes under my bed, the biggest astonishment of all happened. Instead of feeling my shoes, I felt the hilt of a sword, and the end of a shield. When I pulled them out, I noticed they were just as my mother used to describe my fathers weapons. Then I realized, these must be MY FATHER ACTUAL WEAPONS. I got down on my knees to look for anything else. Sure enough, there was his armor. I put on the armor and heftted up the sword and shield, ready for my revenge.... And this is where the action begins...

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Chapter 4


I walked outside, feeling a mix of nervousness, excitement, anger, and confidence. I was ready to avenge my family, avenge my friends, and avenge the light! As soon as I was outside, everything in sight just stopped and looked at me. The slaves, the slave masters, even the family of undead rats by my feet. They all looked astonished...except the rats. You can't really see expressions on a skeleton. But anyway, time seemed to freeze. They looked at me...I looked at them...none moved. Eventually, after what seemed like years, the lead slave master yelled "CHARGE!!!!!" Every demon in the Sardelac Work Area came at me with blazing arrows and shadowy swords. As the first demon, a Margonite, came at me, I blocked his hammer with the shield and stabbed him with my blade. To this day I don't know how I did it to him, or anyone else, I had never had training...it just...happened. Next, a Hand and Fist of the Titans came at me. It was more difficult taking on two, but not by much! I flipped over the Fist and stabbed him in the back, then turned around, parried the Hand, and sliced it in half. Orange flame, which must be Titan blood, poured out of the stump, setting the dead grass and trees alight. One of the ranged attackers, a Margonite, had a flaming tree crush him to death, then burn his body. Next was a Shiro'ken Warrior. He was pretty tough with four floating blades, but I took him on. I blocked him on the left side with my shield, and on my right side, our swords interlocked, making it impossible for either of us to chop each other to peices without being chopped by the other. So then I did the only thing to do. I kicked up, caught it in the neck, flipped it over, jumped on it, and stabbed it in the head harder then I had ever driven my axe into wood or my pick into crystal. It then exploded into a shadowy flame as i jumped back off of it, leaving my sword on the ground 2 feet away. The next attacked was a Margonite Reaper, standing in the middle of me and my blade. I saw no way around it, if I tried to jump over it, I was gone...If I tried to roll under it I was gone...Same with the sides. I couldn't head a straight assault...or could I? The way I saw it there were three options. Attack with my shoulder blade, attack with my shield, or run screaming like a little baby girl crying for her mommy and jump over the fence into an abyss...

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Chapter 5


I thought over the options...Apparently she was doing the same. We stood there...thinking...thinking...over the hellishly long moments...I decided to try a combonation. I threw my shield, which buried itself the Margonite's stomach, but seeing as these were super-natural demons, it didn't quite kill it. As soon as it hit, though, she keeled over in pain. I ran at her and used her back as a trampoline, catapulting myself up to the nearby rooftop. I grabbed a chunk of the ancient roof, and hurled it at the monster. I repeated that time after time, throwing chunk after chunk, until the margonite eventually doused it's hellishly purple fire and fell, a hunk of charred, dented armor. I lept down and grabbed my sword, looking around for anymore demons. All I saw were startled faces of slaves, crumbling buildings, dead bodies, and the abyss over the fence. Sighing, I said loudly "Friends, fellow citizens and former slaves. You are now free!" They all cheered wildly. " BUT, we still need to prepare! Any who know how to forge, make as many weapons as possible! Any who know how to chop wood, make wooden barricades! It's time for war...."

Chapter 6


For one week more, the villagers labored hard as I worked to train the young men in the fine art of sword fighting, archery, and magic. I happened to train six warriors, four rangers, a ritualist, two necromancers, three monks, an elementalist and an assassin. Unfortunately I had no idea how to create a scythe or spear, nor did anyone else in the village. In that week, we also had barbed the outer walls with spikes, and blocked the gates with logs. I told everyone to stay in the village, and that I would be back shortly. I had a world to save, and I had to do it before the 3 False Rulers realized it. It was time to begin my ultimate quest...my quest for salvation, peace, and revenge...my quest....to destroy the 3....


Thanks for all the compliments guys, I hope you like the story! I'm trying to get back to it regularly.

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Chapter 7


It was the 137th day of the Canthan Year of the Dragon when I left. After saying goodbye to the villagers, I walked through the gate to the long, shadowy path. Ascalon, if you could call it that, was not the Old Ascalon you might see. No, it was much worse. It was all a void, just a black, unending hole. If you tripped and fell, well too bad, you'd fall forever until you got so sick you barfed your heart out. And no, I am not joking.... It was next to impossible for me to even find where to start. I thought I might want to check the largest towns for the most suspicious things, so I went stright to the nearest one, Ascalon City. Now your probably at this point picturing me walking down a path of purple in a field of black. Well it was sort of that way...except that the "path of purple" which is what your thinking is the old Ascalon Road is actually a new path that branched off in oh, say, 70,000 directions heading to different slave camps, and it had regular airial and ground patrols. I eliminated the ground patrols easily but the arial ones...well I just ran like hell until their feeble minds made them think I was a Shard of Darkness itself. See, Shards of Darknesses were like the Generals in this whole...whatever you could call it...New Age Holocaust. They were randomly sprouted from the darkness itself, the void around me, and were immediatly taken over by The Three. They were the fastest things in the whole of the three Known Continents, and even worse when you realized that, as being one with darkness, could spawn and enter darkness portals at any given time, then spawn another and exit it anywhere. They were even more deadly then they were sneaky. They had long, shard claws, fangs, and stingers that were covered in a deadly poison that kills instantly. They walked slightly like humans, but were part reptile, part insect, and part...well...something else entirely. I thankfully encountered none on my trip. After about a month or so of wondering the hellishly endless paths, I finally found myself coming along a large hill. Hills were very rare in this new world, and were only placed for military purposes such as cover and suprise. I knew that the city was coming up ahead. As I peered over the hill, I was astonished to see more then 100,000 soldiers, as well as over five Shards of Darkness.

"There HAS to be an easier way" I thought to myself, "There just HAS to be!"
I sat there for ten days and ten nights trying to think of a plan. Eventually, about half the army moved away due to a "Rebellion in Cantha." Apparently the Canthans had been revolting too...If we could gather up a full scale assult on the enemy, the Three Nations could conquer The Three and eventually destroy them... But I still had no way of getting into the City....or did I?

Chapter 8

Ugh this is getting hard to make up...

One day, while I was still sitting there thinking of a way when, suddenly and unexpectedly, the ghost of a small, small girl, no older than 13 no younger than 9, it's hard to tell with spirits, came up to me...

"Hi" she said, "you look worried. Are you ok?"

"I dunno..." I said ," I'm trying to single handedly save a modern civilization from 50,000 demons...DO YOU THINK IM OK?! Can you help me? Possibly tell me how to get into the city? We need a resistance, I can't do this alone..."

"That's easy!" she exclaimed with an unreal vigor, "We just have to do this!"

Suddenly, my stomach felt unusually light...it wasn't a happy light either, more like a ghostly, cold one. Then, the rest of my body followed. Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of Ascalon City, surrounded by other ghosts, slaves...

"There you go!" The girl giggled, "See you!"

In a light blue flash, she was gone. I was standing, lost, in a city, disguised as a ghostly slave, surrounded by slave masters and other REAL ghosts. Now what? I didn't know what to do...I lost my armor and weapons, and I had no way to get back to human form to get them... Time for more pondering...but first I need to find a safe place...I ran through the slums and alleys, through the deserted buildings, to find a safe place to ponder... Finally, I found a moderately hidden ditch halfway under a house. Time to ponder...again!

Make somebody die... that always opens up new venues for adventure ^^

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Chapter 9

After many days of pondering, which I must tell you, gets VERY boring, I finally came up with a plan. I would organize a resistance slowly but surely. Every day, as the ghosts walked home, I pulled one aside and told them my plan. Almost all of them agreed with me. The rest of them I tackled and forced to make them come with me. Which is very hard for a ghost because you have almost nothing to threaten. But eventualy, all of them joined me. When I was pretty sure everyone was in the resistance, we started organizing secret meetings, discussing plans and such. Everyone once and a while, one ghost would manage to murder one of the slave masters in the back alleys. Others would run out of the city on recon missions for more troops. To my suprise, the Charr were ALSO enslaved by these demons, and were looking for freedom. Soon enough, we had an army waiting outside the city, of approximately 30,000 troops. Inside the city, we were massing an army of 60,000 citizens. We far outnumbered these demons in personel, but what we lacked were weapons and training. The few veterans that weren't spiritually consumed by the Three tried to train the rest as best they could. It took many months to do, but eventually each spirit was at the power of one of the old Ascalon Vanguard. The only problem was the one of physics. No I don't mean gravity. I mean like physically...well...uhh..physic. You know, skin, bones, blah blah blah. sure, in ghost form we couldn't get hurt...but we couldnt pick up a sword either. I assumed that little girl I had talked to a few months ago on the outskirts could help. I asked around for her. Noone knew of any children left alive in the city. Now I was lost. On one daily stroll, checking secretly on things in the camp, trying not to be caught by slave masters, I came across her again. She was like some kind of playful imp, popping out of nowhere, always playful and carefree, yet looking like she could easily destroy anything threatening her. I asked her if she could change me back, if she could change all of us back, and she just giggled and was gone, in a small blue cloud. But the next day, there were many signs of ghosts waking as HUMANS again. I was one of them. I made sure these people were hidden and given food before the demons could see them. That little girl came through for me after all.

That was the start of our revolution.

OH! And one more thing. When I woke up in my ditch that morning, the name G W E N was carved under me in huge letters. What do you think that is? The name of my little helper prehaps? Or possibly an acronym that can tell me where to go next? I was lost, but I'm sure you can figure it out....Hmm?

Chapter 10

After a while, the slave masters noticed the dissappearances of slaves. It's not that hard when noone can be killed or born. Just take the number of yours and its that for the rest of forever. Well, after 150 or so of each slavers' slaves gone, they decided to start searching. They couldnt find much. After all but about 50 of the disappearances, they decided to tear the city apart. That's the part where the training and humanity come in. We had two things on our side. Suprise, and knowledge. Since 98% of these things didn't know what the hell a human was, and didn't know that they could fight, they were easy enemies. The other 2%....pretty hard. It took a squad of five to ten to take down one of those 2%. Which wasn't bad considering these things were all-powerful manifestations of past enemies. Anyway, after they were dead, the SOLDIERS, 10 times more powerful then the slavemasters, decided to scour the city. We lost about 3,000, but all 2,000 soldiers were slain. We had taken the city, after years.

While we were doing that, the Charr, lead by the evil Bonfaaz Burntfur, were attacking the army ammassed outside the city. The 20,000 outside stood no chance against this army of 25,000 raging cat-men. UNFORTUNATLEY it was Shard of Darkness spawning year, which only happened every 20,000 or so years. Every square mile of the "land" was covered in about 200 Shards. Only the cities were protected by shields, so that the wild Shards wouldn't get in before they were tamed. The Charr were destroyed instantly. And from my experct observations I had figured that we uhh....were screwed.

We holed up for another year, training more to perfect our skills. When the Shards started thinning out, we decided to send out a party of 4 to go join the other areas of Tyria with Ascalon, and to eventually join the Three Continents, as well as destroy the Three. The party was made up of:
Me, obviously. (Warrior)
Brac Burntfur, Bonfaaz Burntfur's son, who survived the spawning (Monk)
Prince Agan, Prince Rurik's son (Elementalist)
and Olias, a Necromancer who was visiting Ascalon at the time of the take over (Necromancer)


Together, we would defeat the Three and united the Nations! Or would we? Maybe we would fail miserably, fall to our deaths, or worse, at the hands of the Three? Only time would tell.

Before I start this chapter, just wanna say, this is probably gonna turn into a 30-40 chapter online-novel. Just incase, anyone know a publisher that excpets stories from kids? Heh heh....Please leave any responses to my work
Chapter 11

Only a day after our departure, we encountered serious problems. We had to face a group of three Shards. We survived, but Agan's arm was seriously wounded. Brac mended most of it, but he still had a horrible ache and could not lift his sword. Fortunately we made a discovery. Some odd Darkness Moss thing grows on the Shadow rocks. Great part is, it's eddible and tastes great! It makes your tounge purple though. Whatever, at least we had enough to eat. Four days later, Agan was fine and we continued on. We continued for another month wihout encountering much more trouble. Finally, after another week, we encountered the Shiverpeak air. Brac was not used to it at all, but none of us liked it, even though all the humans had experianced it before. The Centaurs were tainted with Darkness, and as soon as we got within a mile of the first mountain, we were ambushed by them. We were taken to their king, Lord Horm Frostrider. He demanded what we wanted, and when he told him, he bellowed that we would never hurt his masters. It turns out that even before the world was transformed, the Centaurs were allied with the Lich. So much for "Centaurs work alone" For week after week for a whole year we were held and tortured. Luckily, we had a group of Centaurs called The Righteous who were against the Three. No one knew about them excpet the prisoners. They were expected to be some of the most loyal of the Centaurs. What really happened was they brough us extra food, WHOLE MEALS, and when it was their turn to torture us, didn't actually do it and used fake manigans. If they weren't there, we would have died. Eventually they snagged the Lord's Key, set us free, and pointed us in the right direction. All of us hated Centaurs in general from then on.

After months of travel, and careful evasion of the Centaurs, we finally reached Thunderhead Keep, where the King resided. We told him the story I tell you now, and he agreed to lend us his aid. He gave us another member of our venture, Hammerfist, a stout, strong, and bearded little fellow whos hammer was strong enough to smash in a Shards face. I didn't explain much about Shards earlier. They are just big demons wich are a crossbreed between Obsidian and Darkness Itself. They are indestructable. THATS how strong this guy was. Especially when he was drunk. With the king's allegiance and a new friend, we continued on to Kryta...but we had one last bad encounter. On the way through Griffons Pass, we ran into some unexpected enemies. Trolls who had tamed an Ice Drake. We fought through them, and emerged victorious, holding King Clobberfist and his Clobberfist Guards hostage, and emerging with a head of an Ice Drake.

Although we held victory, we also held loss. Olias lost his eye fighting with the Ice Drake. He now had to use his Golem as his eyes. With that sad loss and cripple to our team, we continued to Kryta.

Chapter 12

"Arrrrgh!" Agan...

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!" Brac...

"RRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Olias...

"GAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Hammerfist...

Their dying screams reached my ears as we, or I guess I, ran from the horde of approaching beasts. They came from nowhere, yet form everywhere, and were not of shadow, light, earth or Mist. They were...there. From somewhere else. Anywhere, just not here.

For the past...who knows how long...we had run, in the pelting, burning rain of flames. Being blasted and shot at. These...things...were going to get us...no thats not important. Our MISSION was important...our FRIENDS were important. We weren't.

No way to survive now....just run....just....run....going mad....can't think....just....run....ju...st....ru...n...can't. ..stop...need to...keep...running...cant...

Ahh...that feels good....succumb to the shadow....let it...draw you in...you can be...all-powerful....NO! Must continue...for the...light....ahh but the power...

Ungh...must..power...run...succumb...grant your wishes...must run...succumb to it....light...darkness....time....must run....succumb...power...yes....

GRAAAAAH!!!

Power coursing through my veins...darkness....feels good............

As I watched through these blood red eyes, towering stories above the enemies, spewing off shadowy essences onto their flesh, burning them and corrupting them to a level of inexitance...

I fired a ball of darkness out of my hand...thousands disinigrated....feels good....no more worries...just...kill....darkness...the power....succumb to the Three...befriend the Three...become the Four...destroy the continents, the races....take over the universe....

What's that? Agan, Brac, Hammerfist, and Olias? Back? How? What? They're preparing to attack me? Those fools! No...those TRAITORS! They would be destroyed by my power! What? No! It can't be! The Gods as well?! No...no....I will not be destroyed...I will not be...RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HHH!!!!

"Tharan, ssssssssssir?"

Wha...?

"It's time to sssssset off...are you ok? You were tosssssing and turning alllll night."

Uhh..yes...yes I'm fine.

Was that a dream? Or a vision? Only time will tell......

Ok People If I Write So Bad That Only 3 People Have Answered Me Please At Least Tell Me That!

If you enjoy writing then you shouldn't stop, no matter how proficient you are at it. So by all means, continue. If you treat your work with care, I'm sure it'll blossom into something quite entertaining not only for the readers, but for yourself as well.

Really, Ged. I wish I had the willpower to sit down and write.

You are doing what many people find extremely painful to do: you are writing.

Yay I'm special

I think your story rox! Liek pwnage
I also think you should add a mesmer to your mixture of Heroes xD....Maybe a female one, your story is lacking girls (you should make em fall in love, oh the poetry and drama)
hehe...but I didnt mean to push you...the story is great anyway and continue it as you please...Im really interested in the ending ^^

thanks! i was actually planning the next joiner to be the princess of kryta. but thanks for your liking my story!

*whistle* daaaaaaang i havent been on in a long crappin' time... ill try to restart this thing if i can find the right storyness