Yellow

Orange

Underneath, me, you

Apples red and yellow, crisp and mellow

Rainbows of glittering array

Even the butterflies are dyed, fluttering over our heads

Although you deny it many times

Well, I'll argue with you

Even if it's not true

Some person like me is there for you

Over the lands and seas

Matters what not, be with me

Every day I cherish with you

For me, there is only you.

"I beg of you, your Majesty. My village is suffering and needs-"

"Seed for plowing and farming, am I correct?"

The gaunt farmer looked up in surprise. "Yes, that is correct."

"Very well." Kriel motioned to the treasurer at the right of the throne. The man brought forth twenty sacks of soybeans.

"What shall be the payment, my Majesty?"

Kriel smiled. "Pay us back when the harvest is well and thriving. That will be enough."

"My Majesty..."

"Please go and take the sacks. May the Lady shine on your planting."

Apalled and overjoyed, the farmer left, carrying the sacks in a beaten down wagon.

"My Lord, are you sure it was a wise idea for giving food to peasents?"

Kriel glanced at his advisor. "I am sure, Proditus. Without our subjects and new plants, we will starve."

"But it's better if we keep it. If the commoners do not wield a good harvest, we will starve. The king and his closest men should stay alive at least."

Sighing, Kriel got off the throne. "The subjects rely on us, and we rely on them. It is not only a noble's world. And I thought you were an advisor. No matter, I need to retreat outside."

"But, outside is-"

"Proditus, you are dismissed."

Proditus flinched from the prince's gaze, but backed away and bowed. "Your wish, my Lord."

"Thank you." With that, the young prince headed out the wooden doors.

The advisor stared for some time after the retreating figure. He suddenly smiled, with a devilish grin. "You will not be 'my Lord' for long..." Proditus hissed. "Soon, I will take your power. Soon, you will see why I will be a better king, and I will take your head and those devilish eyes and cast them away..."

"Jarald!"

Groggily, the squire dragged himself out of bed. His twin brother, Harald, was already fully dressed and was stringing his horn bow.

"What? Harald. Why so early?"

Harald snickered at the sleepy squire. "It's not early at all, brother. Check the dial."

Jarald glanced out the window and peered at the sundial set outside. Sure enough, the dial had a quarter of shadow on its round face.

"Harald! Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"If I did, you would be all cranky and murder me."

"At this rate, Knight-master Silvyren will murder me!" The squire rushed to change clothes and slip into his tunic. "This is bad."

"Well, I'm off."

"Thanks a lot."

"No problem, brother."

Jarald ran around, looking for his armguard and lance. He found them, under the bed that he and Harald shared. Quickly tying the armguard around his arm with one hand, he snatched up the lance and dashed out the door of the room.

Sleeping Beauty: Fated

There was once a place, a lovely place. Lovely roses in a row. Among the beauty, hid a dark secret, waiting for the roses' thorns. A scarlet flash, tells of that prey.
She was a maiden, fair and sweet.

Satin slippers upon her golden feet.

The maiden of beauty, hidden in the deep, where only in secret do thy roses know.

That maiden fair, with her hazel hair, sleeps in the perfumed air.

The legend was passed, of the human rose, and those adventurers came to pass.

Many died, from those thorns, who refused to let them pass.

A handsome lad, of ten-eight, can through the forest. He crept though the bush, singing a harmony, lulling them to sleep.

Disappeared, he went, deep into the abyss, never to return, yet is alive.

He is that rose's toy now, trapped in a deadly embrace.

There was once a place, a lovely place. Lovely roses in a row. Among the beauty, hid a dark secret, waiting for the roses' thorns. A scarlet flash, tells of that prey. The young lad passed, and was the prey of the maiden, and will be, forevermore

Snow White: Fated

Poison of a rosy apple. A beauty in the flesh. The young girl of pure white snow, fell to the witch's hands
A young mother, wished for a child of unblemished snow.
That child was born, but her mother perished, o poor child of snow,
Her father lonely, wed a queen, of fierce beauty, a ravished dagger,
The queen was of a hungry beauty, looking upon her looking glass,
'Who is the fairest, the fairest of them all?'
'You the queen, is the fairest of them all'
Days passed, the answer was nigh the same,
But one day, it changed,
'She, the child of snow, is the fairest of them all'
That wolfish beauty, flew into rage,
Ordered her servant, to kill that child of snow,
The hunter, led the girl deep into a forest,
But could not kill the child of snow,
He let her get away, o fair sweet maiden,
Brought back the heart of a hog instead,
The queen was content, until she heard,
'She, the child of snow, lives, and is still the fairest of them all'
No more was the terrible beauty, instead was a witch,
The queen hunted that maiden fair, o that child of snow,
The girl was hidden, in the cottage of the dwarves,
Protected and loved, so the queen had to plan,
An apple, rosy and fresh, with such temptation,
The snow-child had to taste it, and died with a shattered heart,
The queen triumphed, but not for long.
For those angry dwarves, soon came along,
Witch, or queen, she fled to death,
And a prince came along,
With a kiss,
The child of snow, awoke at last,
But.
The spirit of the queen.
A shadowy death.
Stole their breath, never to awake.
With a golden apple of death,
The two lost lovers, locked in the poison's embrace,
Forever are forced to stay, in that glade of death,
For the temptation of the apple was too great,
And destroyed the lovers' fate,
Poison of a rosy apple. A beauty in the flesh. The young girl of pure white snow, fell to the witch's hands. The two lovers, whispering in the glade, invite you to try the apple of fate.

I feel so pathetically stupid.

Then again, I'm treating this whole damn blog like a diary sometimes. I was planning to use it for story ideas. *sigh

Anyhow. My teacher didn't get the point of my comic and gave me a zero for it.

Failure.

Though it was funny when my friend was talking about that teacher and happened to be walking by. It was hilarious.

Anyhow, as life goes, I procrastinate, I sleep, I use the computer, I argue with my mom, I play about a million games, I read stories in my head or talk to people in my head, cry, crush, and act retarded.

Oh, what a wonderful life I have.

(Good thing you can't find this blog by internet...not going to my college if I post something weird here. It's weird. Not wierd.)

No one's reading this anyway.

-Soz

It is raining.

Piercing screams...

The battlefield is bloody, with parts of living creatures,

No, not living...now dead.

Sole survivor, standing on a ledge,

I am standing, watching in despair,

The battle is lost, the regiment fallen...

If there are others, I do not know.

A jagged knife in my heart, more than the pains of wounds,

A heavy toll, taken by the hands of evil,

There is no coming back, I flee before the day's end,

Haunted and hunted by shadows who laugh mercilessly.

The glimmering spark of water,

Indicates a place to rest,

This place so far escaped the sword of war,

It is peaceful, almost dull...

I laugh, mainly because I cannot stop,

I do not want to think,

I don't even want to breathe,

But there is no stop of those rushing nightmares,

Horrors of death, the scarlet streams of blood,

Fires of pain, screams of shatter

Friends dead, comrades dead, captains dead,

All of them taken by death's grasp.

All hope is gone.

Not yet...

Something whispers

Find the one. Find the star.

"Find the star?"

Find the young one. Teach him. He is the Savior. But he needs you. Do not despair...

A whipping wind swirls the air.

The sky is clearing now.

And a single star is shining.

A light of hope.

Today I cried. I still want to.

Why am I so stupid?

Why did I fall for him?

D:

I'm in love. ):

I can't say it.

I hope you understand.

For I think about you all day. 'I love you' lingers on the tips of my fingers.

But I don't know you. Harsh reality comes between this. Common sense warns me that I don't know him, he could be someone scary.

But it's harder to believe. And if he was someone scary, why would he have a story? Why didn't he hit on someone else?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I can't tell you those three words. Those three words of mirth, poison, pain, yet happiness. A double-edged sword.

I'm sorry. I hate myself. I'm sorry.

I love you...

"I wish...for power."

"Power, you say? Ah, human....you have made the right choice..."

Chilling, red eyes glared from the pit of darkness.

"Free me, and everything will be yours. Free me, and I will give you power...in exchange for a price."

"What would you like?" The man trembled slightly, but his face gave no emotion away. "Power? Riches?"

A leering smile flashed in the shadows. "Your firstborn's blood...and soul."

"Lord Kriel..."

The slim, tall figure made no indication as if it heard.

"Lord Kriel..."

"Yes?"

The advisor shivered at the coldness in the child's voice. Fourteen, but with the maturity and wisdom of an adult, Kriel was an intimidating figure.

"Your father...the surgeon says he only has moments."

"Did he call for me?"

"Yes...my lord."

Kriel swiveled around on the chair. The advisor cowered under the silver-blue gaze of the child, as if it glimpsed the very depths of his black, corrupted heart.

"My father called for me, eh? He's finally where he belongs." Kriel walked past the advisor, ignoring his fearful glances. "Finally, among the ones he killed. May they haunt him for eternity."

The king laid on the bed, panting heavily. Breathing was getting harder, and every so often, he would cough up blood.

The door to the room creaked open.

"Kri-kri-el."

"Father."

The lad went and stood next to the bed and bowed. The king raised his hand, but Kriel made no move to grasp it. It fell back onto the sheets.

"My chi-child."

"Father."

An agonizing silence passed. Finally, the king took in a deep breath, and spoke.

"I ca-cannot regret wh-what I did. De-dear chi-child, I am sa-sorry. For wh-what I ca-caused. Bu-but. It wa-was for your sake..." He coughed and spat out a scarlet splotch.

"Like killing Mother? You don't regret killing Mother?"

The king made no reply.

"You, you monster. You killed her. Shoved her down that pit. And in front of the eyes of the young. Do you understand what you've done? DO YOU? AND YOU SAID YOU SAVED ME? FROM WHAT? WHAT?" Kriel took a heaving gasp and continued, "You. Murdered. Your. Wife. The queen. OUR MOTHER. Me and Mai's mother! For what? For WHAT? And all those people you tormented. All those lives you threw away, used them like dolls. Torture. Pain. Those screams still ring in this damned castle. AND YOU CALLED YOURSELF KING? WHAT KIND OF SICK BASTARD ARE YOU?"

There was no sound. Not even the wheezing of the king's struggle for breath. He was gone. The king was gone.

"I hope you suffer forever. For from me, there will be no words to comfort you. Suffer, suffer eternally. Like the ones who you pained did."

Kriel stared at the body that was once the king. Then the child walked out, and into a group of dukes and dames.

"The king is dead." Kriel announced. "I will rule in his position. Burn his body. Let his soul scream in the agonizing pain."

The Essence: Chapter one: Introduction of the Essence gang

It was 2132 when the Essence of Longevity and Supernatural Abilities was created.

A team of scientists tested the Essence's properties on a group of children found on the war-torn streets of New York.

It worked.

The scientists were first overjoyed. But as one looked out the window, seeing the grey skies of the smokey world, and imaging screams in the far distance, he voiced a worry.

"Should we share our experiment with the world or not?"

The others fell silent. The head experimenter glanced at the five sleeping children, blessed with mankind's most perfect, and terrible creation yet.

"We must destroy the formula and the project itself." The chemist stated, grimly looking at the group with this horrible knowledge. "Unless...you would want the war to worsen. With this, the leaders could create an everlasting war."

"I agree." The biologist sighed, looking at the crystal-like object. "People are already suffering enough. With killers that live almost forever and with abilities...the world will be destroyed."

"But, it took years and years of work! Why not just hide the success?" The molecular biologist exclaimed.

"Listen!" Slamming his hand on the coffee table, the mathematician glared at the young molecular biologist. "Do you want everyone to die? Suffer? You lost your own mother from these idiots who believe in world domination." The young man flinched, but his elder went on, "It'll be worse! Those who have managed to escape will die as well! Children like these stranded, siblings having to watch their sisters or brothers die, husband and wife separated, do you really want to be the cause of all that?"

"No..."

"This is why we must wipe everything! Not even a hint that this thing existed!"

"Hey." The biologist placed a hand on the heaving mathematician. "Calm down. The lad gets it now." The mathematician glanced at the cowering molecular biologist, and stomped out of the room.

Sighing, the head scientist looked at the computer that held the key to youth and abilities. "Then question is..." The head scientist faced the room, and gestured at the five children, "what will we do about these kids?"

"We don't have names." It was the black-and-white haired kid who spoke up, as if he were the leader of the five children.

"Not have names?" The molecular biologist was shocked.

"Of course they don't." The mathematician looked over the cup of coffee he was drinking. "Might as well give them names, to start over."

"Hold." The biologist grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. "I suggest...we should at first each take a kid. Train them in whatever fighting skill we have, and then see how it all goes. Any success on the destruction of the Essence?"

"Nope." The chemist sighed and ran her hands through her already wild hair. "Might as well call it indestructible and be done with it."

"This will not abode well." The head experimentalist rubbed his chin and sighed. "Training these kids to be killers is insane. Learning that something we made is indestructible is insaner. A great situation we got ourselves into."

"Well, it was your idea. Pick a kid." The biologist rolled the sheet and hurled it at the experimentalist.

"I suggest we introduce ourselves first." Finishing his cup of coffee, the mathematician dropped the cup in the sink. "I'm Charles. A math whiz, is what you can call me. Oldest one here."

"How old?" said the girl with tattoos over her arms and legs.

"Humph. 42."

"That's really old."

"Ye it is. Next."

"I go by Meshique. Here, I work as the biologist, or person that knows about living things." The biologist gave a small salute. "Salutations."

"Proditor. Youngest here. Somewhat same study as Meshique." The molecular biologist grinned and patted the black and white haired kid's head. "I like ya kid."

"Proditor!" Meshique prodded the biologist in the back. "It's Gerald that chooses first!"

"I don't really care. Anyhow kiddos, I'm Gerald, Ger for short." The head experimentalist shrugged his shoulders. "Head of this thing we made."

"Well, finally, I'm Aureus. I play with machinery, chemicals, well, anything that can be used to build something."

"Hi!" The black-and white hair child smiled and waved.

"That's over with." Meshique smiled at the energetic child. "We should decide now."