Prelude

The king stood on the prow of the small sloop ,the last of the fleet. The rain continued to fall from the dark sky,which seemed to project the feelings of the twelve knights standing around there king. These were the last. ''If only I had been stronger ,if only the Forza hadn't failed,'' thought the king. He turned back to the city and for an instant, hr saw it untouched shining in its former glory. In a flash of lightning the illusion shattered and the king choked. There was no more , the city sank , the city of .......

                                                                      Atlantis

In a Land

I awoke in a land which was not my own ,in a world that could not be . In a field of tangerine I sprang from a dream world that was more believable than the one were I lay. I was in a grove of lemon colored barked trees with aqua leaves. The grass was a bright orange ,that I loved ,and the dirt was an ugly olive drab , that I didn't. The mountains in the distance that surrounded me were crimson. And strangest of all was the violet sky with its two suns , one of silver and one of indigo. I awoke yet again in a world that was mine. And as I fell back into slumber a sense of peace came upon me as I gazed at the ebony moon and the stunningly milky night sky.

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Just found out what a blog actually does so disregard anything i said besides the stories. 

Thoughts?

''Begin,'' cried the Gentleman observing the dual. One man wore a top-hat and held a saber,straight. The other man held a foil, the only weapon he owned.

''Stop now, I don't have to kill you,''whispered the man the man with the saber . He said it under his breath so that only the man across from him heard him. They were starting to circle each other . 

''No , you have dishonored me, a noble of great standing,'' replied the fool holding his head a little higher ,his first of two mistakes. 


''Very well'' said the man with the hat coldly. And he lunged .He knew he would win and he had no problem killing the man. But some other , better ,swordsmen might have a problem. The saber slashed across and nicked the other mans now extended neck .The mans hands rose to the small scratch ,his second and last mistake. The saber stabbed between the ribs and into the liver and through ,a stab done with the skill that many doctors don't have. The saber then ran across through the aorta,the stomach, and finally the spleen .It then caught on a rid and the swordsman withdrew it ,straight, from the corpse.The look on the ''Nobles''face was alien there . It was a look of surprise from a man that had never been surprised. He fell to the dirt which absorbed  the massive amount of blood. The thick circle of trees hid the two men and the corpse. The sun looked sown had the only clear view of the seen for there was not a cloud in the sky. The wondrous estate to the south now belonged to a dead man. And all because of a spilled drink.  

Just thinking .......

The blood was beginning to stain the floor the knife was already clean and done away with the victim would not be missed and the murderer was the last person you'd expect. And so the age old game of Cat and Mouse begins.....

And it began