Erather's Curse (part 3)

[ "The laws are sacred and not to be questioned,

  And so shall they remain until a new heir shall be received.

  Only then may the justice of those above be done by one so sacred,

  Only then shall the laws be denied their eternal immunity."

Passage from "A book with no soul" by an unknown author ]

30 days later

[ Metira had already surpassed her limits,

The training,the deliberations of the council,

And even Erather being like a frozen giant filled with mystery,

All was too much.

She stomped towards her father's room,

Preparing for her final stand.]

...

King Perdut:

Ahh,my child,

To what blessing or delight,

Do I have you here,in my chambers?

[The air felt heavy,

While the ground seemed light,

Not many could stand in the presence of an Archmage]

Metira:

Dear father and holy king of Feverei,

I great you in this uneasy evening

In search of council.

King Perdut:

Do please then,my dearest,

Speak your mind and wits.

[Metira was about to blush at the kings very first words,

But held it back calmly,waiting for him to end]

Yet be warned,my child,

No matter what songs you sing,

Or what angel sounds you bring,

The council's decision shall not be revoked.

Metira:

Father,we...You cannot allow such miseries to happen,

Feverei must not give in to the Saints,but dampen.

We can raise our most skilled mages,
And put up our defences once more.


[The wise old king,listened in silence,
Yet hurricanes were rushing through his mind,
As the words he heard were only masks of in front of reasons,
Reasons that he did not like.]


King Perdut:
Child,you wish that we not engage in this war,
Yet I wonder what battles you fight within.
Is it the blood-spilling of the innocent that you fear,
Or may it be some more...precious blood behind it all?


[Silence covered the great throne room,
Silence and an eager sound of doom,
As if nether dust was cast in the chamber,
Heavy,all so heavy.]


Metira:


...


My dearest father and king
Fear not,for my motives are pure
And I shall kneel before thy wishes yet again.


Know though that my reasons are fair,
And if thou knew the truth behind my tale,
You'd pledge your life for the Saints.


King Perdut:


PLEDGE MY LIFE?
FOR THE SAINTS?
What treachery is this that you speak my daughter?


Begone before I lock you up for blasphemy,
And pray that my anger diminishes until dawn,
So that my sword will not seek a certain enemy from all the saints!


Metira:


As you wish...father!


[The beautiful daughter,
Marched back leaving the now restless nether matter,
With a hand so fragile on her front,
Caressing it gently.


A tear came by,
As the hand was slightly shaken from within the young body,
And Metira whispered with a dead voice]


Metira:


I shall protect you,
For you,for me
...


And even from Erather!




[On the other side of the Snowy Mountains
There stood once again Erather dressed with black armor.
In his balcony he laid deep within his thoughts,
With a violet flower in his hands.]


Erather:


There shall be war,
We shall be parted,
Yet only one shall drink from victory,
As mankind refuses to obey the laws of sanity.


[His hands shook,
Damaging the flower he had took.


He watched a petal fall from the ever violently colored flower,
And as the tiny thing reached the floor,
He lighted up the remains of what was once in his hand,
And contrary to his calm,the flower burst into a blaze of fire.]


Erather:


If once we were two,
Now dawn shall decide who must remain,
And thus the two shall become one,
Either by love or blood.


Only one shall live to tell the tale,
And then the legends shall come true,
The songs shall sing the truth,
About the last Archmage alive.

P.S.:

Through all the battles that one fights,

There comes the time for a great battle to arrive,

And in that moment all is but a moments worth,

As only what is worth shall remain just and fair!

Inspiration:

Coldplay-Paradise

( and life :P )

Love letter from a nerd!

Ok...so I know it's been a while (alright,it's been ages,you don't have to stick it in my face over and over again) since I last posted and I know I promised I'll be finishing "Erather's Curse" soon,but I've just been busy.

And actually,I was thinking of showing you all with what I've been busy...

Sooo...ready or not,here comes a "Love letter from a nerd!"


It all started some time ago,
When it was,we both know,
And from all that has passed,
I don't really know what to put last. :P

It started with you being lovely,
And a scarf floating troubly (yeah i just made that one up:P),
It started with a laughter and a smile,
So it started,and it's still here for a while.

Weeks came and went,and we both were smoking Kent,
But more important...you made me calm when you stood quiet.
Words where never a problem as we could hear each other with our looks,
And we were happy watching games,maybe even chatting about books.

As autumn came,your need for smoking left,
And our time was being charged of theft,
As there was never a moment when both wished for the other,
And the other faithfully appeared,filled with love as if a mother.

I now give to you this small letter,
In the hope that things will keep getting better,
In the hope that you'll be always there,
Cause I'll always come,if you'll always tell me where.

You've given me so much after all this time,
Most importantly,you took your faith and made it mine,
And this is why I love you to the very bone,
Praying that we'll be sleeping soon...at home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There's nothing that I could ask of you (that I haven't asked already:P),nor do I wish more from you.You've given me your very best,and for that I am grateful.
Now,because I'm a nerd,I'm gonna make a small list of what really made me fall for you (and what's been keeping me falling ever since):
1.You always laugh and smile at my jokes.
2.You always comprehend my jokes. (10 points:)) )
3.You can solve the following equation:
+
= 11.11.11 (And that's like amazing @-) )










4.You're TERA(byte) smart b-)
5.You're extremely beautifully.
6.You never tire listening to my babel.
7.The love and warmth you offer me every time your eyes linger upon me.
.
.
.
.
.
912535734723124647687696200001.The way your eyes somehow have a wandering light whenever they stare into mine.

For all of these reasons (and many more) I dedicate this post as a THANK YOU and a reminder (to me:P),so I will never forget all those 912535734723124647687696200001 reasons why you deserve my everything.

I adore the air that you breathe,
I love your smile and your teeth,
I'll always try to make things better,
I'll be there,no matter the weather.

Inspiration:
Cinema(Skrillex Remix)
AND


YOU

P.S.:
Happy anniversary sweetheart!:*:*

Erather's Curse [part 2]

Three days after...

[In a chamber on the topmost of the Aerie Tower,
There stood Erather holding a flower.
He caressed it while dreaming on his own,
Thinking and dreaming of the way he had grown.

The last of his kind,last of the Archmages,
The last after so many days,months and ages...

Ages of hate...
Ages of prejudice...
Ages...of wars.]

Erather:

This world feels no regret in their mistakes,
Feeding so selfishly and cold as if snakes,
I ask of you dear Gods of the skies above,
What is there here more to solve?

Can they not see the things I see?
Can they not feel that which lies imminent in front?

[A moment of silence,
The flower with colors of violence,
Was set floating above,a bit only higher,
Before turning into dust,as it soon burned with fire.]

Erather:

I see flowers still anger the soul in thee.

....

What a pity,they are truly wonderful creations.

...

Come forth Metira,for I sense your presence near,
Or I'd strike you were you are,even though thou is to me dear.

[Another moment of silence,
And something came forth,with no need of guidance,
But with a need to its soul,
As flames were rising to create the body,slowly making it whole.

Five steps separated the now,two figures in The Tower,
A flaming figure and it's host,
Both waiting calmly for the other,
As if it was there and then,and never another.]

Metira:

I went to sleep and suddenly felt the torment in your thoughts.
I would normally go through them and see the cause,
Yet this...this seemed to different.

What is it my dearest of all beings,
Has The Council not gave reason to your words?

Erather:

I wish they'd all burn through an entire millennia.

Metira:

That bad,I suppose?
Well,The Council was never as bright as it claims,
As it never took measures and never ended with the blames.

We are not the kind to be deceived by such treacheries,
And thus we feel no regret to what simple mortals do or choose.

[Strangely,a tension grew between the two,
As if the words themselves were the mask for a battle.
The young mage turned,with a flicker of hope,
And ended sitting straight,holding with both hands a globe.

He stood with the most strangest of objects in his hands,
And gazed,if possible,within the burning flame that covered it.

He stood there,silent and quiet,
His face showing shock,as if witnessing a riot.
Then,with a flicker of his hands,the globe dissipated,
And as he rose his head,the look,was now of something anticipated.

A figure made of smoke and flame stood before him.]

Erather:

There is more to this tale then I'd care to tell...my dear.

[The flaming body's face,for indeed it had a face,changed it's form,
Turning slowly from a picture resembling confidence,
To a desperate look of violance.]

Metira:

Then if thou care to tell me not,
I believe silence should be at hand.
However,do remember that your Council is merely a dot,
And that none should do as they demand.

[Erather shook his head for he did not wish to believe,
The fragment he had seen in the globe were bits he did not conceive,
For how was he to love another that was slowly dying,
When all that came was a fountain left crying?]

Erather's Curse (part 1)

So here we finally are,after much trouble and a lot of pain (inspirational of course) I've finally managed to put together that which I hope to be my newest masterpiece.

Will I succeed?Will it turn out to be brilliant or a pile of fail of epic proportions?

I'll leave it up to you to decide.

Please remember that critic is welcome and I'd really love to hear your opinions and thoughts regarding each part (out of 6) that comes out.

Before I begin I'd like to thank certain people for inspiring me or simply because they never gave up on me,and thus,made all this possible:
-Vic (I know you're gone but if your watching...This one is for you,my dearest friend)
-Mark (Your critic has always helped me even in dark times and I hope that this will satisfy you)
-Adelina (For the inspiration and love that you give,I can only hope that whatever it is I'm doing to keep you that it'll always be the same)
-Maria (For trying to understand the ways in which my mind works..."Don't worry,one day you'll figure it out! :P " ... Thank you for being a close friend through all these years.)

And here we go:

Erather's Curse (part 1)







[In a distant land long before our times,
There stood two Empires joined by crimes,
As once there was Sainorad,city of the Saints,
And its equal was Feverei,city of restraints.

Assassinations and wars were bound to come together,
As these two great cities were kept in battle since forever,
And once every 200 hundred years peace returned for a decade,
When their champions battled in a response to give aid.

Now...that final day is close,
For their anger never sloes.
How will it end,nobody knows,
So we are bound to see how the story goes.]

[Erather,High Archmage of the Saints stood in front
With the Council balancing his words with a grunt,
For he demanded peace between the two forces,
A thought shared by none.]

Erather:

Fair men and women of the Great Council,
I speak before thou both humble and ashamed,
For why must our brethren be covered in blood for so many years,
And leave so many behind,shattered and covered in tears?

Does this state please the Council?
Does it make you all shiver with joy alike,
Or do thou feel remorse and wish to end this threat?

The time to battle the Fevereis draws near with each passing day,
And still thou does not seek a meaning or either a peaceful way!

Must blood be spilled through our palaces and homes?
Must it cover our bodies and our loved ones be covered with it?
Surely there must be a way,
So that our seeds could plant and live to see another day.

[The Council listened to the wise mage's words,
Yet after some time their patience grew tiresome,
As there were plans and political schemes behind the curtains,
Thoughts and ideas that could...that would not be shattered be the words of one.

From them all,Onduin stood up to challenge the warning,
His face displeased,his eyes burning,
Son of a champion he had the right,
And so he performed the sacred rite.]

Onduin:

Dear Council that tires in the light of such babel,
Think not of pleasing the ideas that come during the day,
But rather ponder on it during today's night,
When thou shall come to consider who and when to fight.

As for you Erather,wisest of the mage,
If wise be your gift than how dare thee challenge the decision of the Council,
And mock us all in front.

Never have I witnessed in all my years a disgrace such as this,
When one heeds on many to turn their back on the brightest day of history,
When a few must be sacrificed for the good of others,
A sacrifice they chose on their own behalf.

You are strong young boy,stronger than most,
Yet if thee shall not obey our call,then prepare for the worst!

Erather:

Then let that which is worst come in its own shape and time,
But until then I ask of you to consider a brighter future where none must die,
For their deaths are in vain,
And they will be joined by others,as if a chain.

Onduin:

There,there now,little one.
I see no wisdom in the sounds you share with us,
Yet if you cannot be urged to remain silent,
Then so shall it be,and now,your future I shall now see.

Archmage Erather of the Saints,
I,Onduin,son of Cresteto,hereby invoke the rite,
By which the son of a champion may claim the right on another life,
So that the chosen being will fight on my behalf in the upcoming war.

[A moment of panic stirred the council in turn,
For some might have thought of such an idea
Yet never conceived it to turn true.

For what better champion than Erather should there be chosen?
Who better to rise and fight off the enemies than the strongest of the lands.

None have seen the young one's powers in the heat of battle,
At least none have returned to tell the tale,
Yet legends were told of the fire the young mage possessed,
And that when enraged,even demons stood fiery upon their feet.]

Erather:

...
If mutiny would still be a choice I would plunge in such a thought,
For I come before thee with thoughts of peace and you greet a window of sorrow.

So be it then,
As only sorrow and despair shall be born from this wicked thought.
I,Erather,Archmage of Fire,last of my kind,
Answer to the shout of Onduin,son of Crestoto,
But bow only to his father's right,and not to the blind that stand before me.

[Thus he spoke,and thus he left,
Ashamed as if an innocent accused of theft,
For none had understood his warning,
And all is bound to lie burning.]





Inspiration:
Saltillo- The opening

Right here,now...

So E3's over (long over) but I've been really busy,and then my laptop just...well...FAILED!
Now that I've got it back,and to celebrate its rebirth (it's got a bigger HDD now...long live 500 SATA :"> ) I think "a little something" is needed(also,someone accidentally just reminded me of one of my favorite songs).

So here it goes again:

On a cold and windy mountain,
I sit patiently near the Old Fountain,
Waiting for the sun to break free,
Enjoying every splatter of water on the tree.

The clouds seem restless in their struggle,
To fight one off with the other,
So I smile as I watch them fight,
For the sun is waiting,behind,in sight.

I shout its name eager for some light,
And so I slowly scare away the night.
"I love it that you always come back my friend,
And with your light,all that is wrong you seem to mend!"

P.S.:
There's rhyme where words seem to lack,
As not all that is good must leave a track,
And fear not if words don't seem to flow,
They will,as if feelings...they all will grow.

Inspiration:
John Butler Trio-Ocean

E3

Catre toti cei disperati/obsedati/interesati/curiosi de industria jocurilor, gametrailers.com va avea un stream live pe site-ul lor incepand cu ora 15:00 GMT0,deci de la ora 18:00 la noi (GMT +3).

Printre evenimentele de astazi (Luni,6 iunie) se numara urmatoarele(a se nota ca ele sunt in ordine crescatoare in functie de ora la care vor fi difuzate):

-Xbox 360 conference (Gears of War 3,Forza 4,Star Wars Kinect si multe altele)

-Modern Warfare 3,Skyrim,Batman,Bioshock

-EA 2011 preview(BATTLEFIELD 3, MASS EFFECT 3, NEED FOR SPEED: THE RUN, SSX, MADDEN NFL 12, FIFA 12 si altele)

-Ubisoft 2011 E3 Briefing (ASSASSINS’ CREED: REVELATIONS, GHOST RECON FUTURE SOLDIER and more)

-Peter Moore, Don Mattrick, Hitman: Absolution, Darkness II, and Deus Ex: Human Revolution

-Sony E3 Press Conference(UNCHARTED 3: DRAKE’S DECEPTION and RESISTANCE 3 si sa nu uitam de noua lor consola Sony NGP.

-Finalul zilei se incheie cu Tim Willits de la id software (seria Doom) cu un demo in exclusivitate a noului lor FPS numit RAGE!

Vizionare placuta tuturor celor interesati!

The sapling...

Ha! :P

[Life is sometimes better than the truth,
Better even than the brush that brushes the tooth.]


Lovely,charming,and with a taste so sweet,
I'm somehow of a vampire,with the need to sink my teeth,
As when I was straying I stumbled upon,
My very own room,with a throne and a crown.

Imagine my delight to be named king on such short notice,
As if the mightiest of the imps in a world filled with lotus.



~~~~~

Incet si cu buzele moi,strainul isi aprinse ultima tigara.Noroc de lumina tigaretei de se mai vedea ceva in compartimentul din al 5-lea vagon.Era singur si parca cufundat in vise si ganduri mai obscure decat bezna ce il inconjura pretutindeni.Incet,unul cate unul,valurile de fum curgeau necontenit din spatele buzelor acum uscate.

"Auzi baiete,nu stii ca aici nu se fumeaza?"-spuse o figura proaspat aparuta la intrarea compartimentului.

"Mai am un fum!"-raspunse tanarul,mintind cu jumatatea de tigara intre degete.

Incet,parca mai incet,fumul se asorta cu gandurile ce il bantuiau pe tanarul fumator de langa geam.Trecusera 5 zile de cand isi luase ramas bun de la fetita in rochia galbena si totusi el nu putea accepta gandul separarii."De ce?" se intreba totusi..."Doar sincer eram in fata ei si sincer i-am spus sa ma urasca pentru ca plec".Acest gand impingea cu nerusinare oricare altul si isi facea mereu loc,incet,inauntru."Durerea trebuie simtita atunci cand te ranesti sau cand pierzi ceva,nu cand lasi de bunavoie".Se contrazicea din nou,la fel cum facuse de-a lungul intregului drum.Se intorcea inapoi la tara,la fata cu rochia galbena in speranta ca va putea pune capat tuturor intrebarilor ce fierbeau de nerabdare sa fie puse.

Dormea cu ochii deschisi visand la sori si astre,la flori multi-colorate si cirezi de cai.Simtea in aer miros de cirese,desi le detesta inca de cand era copil."Sunt prins in intuneric si stagnez cu gandul la cirese...halal despartire!" isi spuse cu amar uitandu-se pe geam la luminile din departare.Era aproape.

"Auzi...dar tu chiar nu ai de gand sa stingi o data tigara aia imputita?" spuse aceeasi figura masiva care statea vis-a-vis de el in compartiment.

"Mai am un fum..."



P.S.:
He who guesses gets to choose,
Whether going to win or going to loose,
Yet he who feels knows best,
For he shall choose wiser than the rest.

Inspiration:
Rusko feat Amber- Hold on
(un tablou:P)