wow a long time ago...
hahahaha, i wrote this sooooo long ago:
HISTORY:
Lilyandra had power. She possessed jalan. The great magic. It was a branch of Xial that was very powerful. Xial has three forms: Xial (the most common, and very powerful), svash (not as common, still very powerful), and jalan (the most rare, but the most powerful). All are considered Xial. Jalan and svash are phash names used to tell which is which. Anyway, Lilyandra possessed jalan. She could read minds, and tell the future some what. She could also call on the death Xial, and the life Xial. Very powerful. She committed treachery against Zaluch, and the kings of Sarash, so they were now going to execute her. Ok, enough with history. Lets go.
STORY:
Nuela stood outside of the Ty camp. Lilyandra was in there. And they were going to kill her. Rain was falling as usual. Nuela thought about hoe Dezerie had died, and how she couldn’t bear to lose her cousin as well. It was still the rainy season. Brenol and Fletorn the head guards of the evil realm left the tent– the ceremony would soon begin. Fletorn held a beautiful sword in his hands, and brenol– the anointment. Lilyandra was brought out, and she knelt down on the large rock. They rose the sword, and the drum beats started. On the tenth one they would kill her. One. Nuela breathed deep. She couldn’t let this happen. Two. Three. No… this couldn’t happen… she had to do something… four. Five. Six… seven… eight…. The ninth drumbeat sounded- “STOP.” Nuela screamed at the top of her lungs. They stopped. And interruption would ruin the ceremony, so like I said, they stopped. “Do not take the life of this girl. The laws of all Xial say that you can take the life of a willing sacrifice– and spare the defendant. To not follow these laws would be treachery itself. You dare not defy the laws of Xial.” Nuela’s eyes narrowed, and her voice was strong and bold. “Leave Lilyandra, and take me.” Fletorn set the sword down and nodded to the guards. Her option was taken. She took a deep breath. She was going to die. It was later, and Nuela was now leaning on the same rock that Lilyandra had been earlier. The anointment was poured on her head, and the drumbeats started to pound. One….. Three…… seven…. Ten…. The sword dropped and pierced the back of Nuela. The sword shattered, and overwhelming blue fog devoured the camp. Nuela’s body started to rise. Floating upward on her back. She looked graceful– like the angels everyone heard about. Lilyandra fell to her knees. Nuela had Xial. She herself could have been saved. Lilyandra stood and spoke with her head down, her voice cold and hard, to brenol and fletorn, “You have killed one who had jalan. No one should have to suffer this much. And no one ever will as long as my eyes can see the moon rise and fall. Everyone will know what you have done. Everyone will hate you the way I do now. But NO ONE will know the anguish I am feeling now.” Brenol snorted, “and how will you do that?” he mocked. “Lilyandra snapped her head up and bore her darkened eyes into the very heart of the man who had said these things. She lifter her hands to the sky, “ZAMEN! MERELL! SHANTI! VHAL!” she shouted! Hate, love, death, and life. Thunder cracked in the sky, and the clouds turned from the light grey rain clouds to a pitch black. Lightning zigzagged across the sky, and a bolt of light hit the rock on which Nuela had been killed. The stone cracked in half. “I just will.” Lilyandra replied. She turned and walked off. The sky cleared, and there was no longer any trace that anything had occurred here, but the stone was still cracked. And forever it would be.
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. wow.
HISTORY:
Lilyandra had power. She possessed jalan. The great magic. It was a branch of Xial that was very powerful. Xial has three forms: Xial (the most common, and very powerful), svash (not as common, still very powerful), and jalan (the most rare, but the most powerful). All are considered Xial. Jalan and svash are phash names used to tell which is which. Anyway, Lilyandra possessed jalan. She could read minds, and tell the future some what. She could also call on the death Xial, and the life Xial. Very powerful. She committed treachery against Zaluch, and the kings of Sarash, so they were now going to execute her. Ok, enough with history. Lets go.
STORY:
Nuela stood outside of the Ty camp. Lilyandra was in there. And they were going to kill her. Rain was falling as usual. Nuela thought about hoe Dezerie had died, and how she couldn’t bear to lose her cousin as well. It was still the rainy season. Brenol and Fletorn the head guards of the evil realm left the tent– the ceremony would soon begin. Fletorn held a beautiful sword in his hands, and brenol– the anointment. Lilyandra was brought out, and she knelt down on the large rock. They rose the sword, and the drum beats started. On the tenth one they would kill her. One. Nuela breathed deep. She couldn’t let this happen. Two. Three. No… this couldn’t happen… she had to do something… four. Five. Six… seven… eight…. The ninth drumbeat sounded- “STOP.” Nuela screamed at the top of her lungs. They stopped. And interruption would ruin the ceremony, so like I said, they stopped. “Do not take the life of this girl. The laws of all Xial say that you can take the life of a willing sacrifice– and spare the defendant. To not follow these laws would be treachery itself. You dare not defy the laws of Xial.” Nuela’s eyes narrowed, and her voice was strong and bold. “Leave Lilyandra, and take me.” Fletorn set the sword down and nodded to the guards. Her option was taken. She took a deep breath. She was going to die. It was later, and Nuela was now leaning on the same rock that Lilyandra had been earlier. The anointment was poured on her head, and the drumbeats started to pound. One….. Three…… seven…. Ten…. The sword dropped and pierced the back of Nuela. The sword shattered, and overwhelming blue fog devoured the camp. Nuela’s body started to rise. Floating upward on her back. She looked graceful– like the angels everyone heard about. Lilyandra fell to her knees. Nuela had Xial. She herself could have been saved. Lilyandra stood and spoke with her head down, her voice cold and hard, to brenol and fletorn, “You have killed one who had jalan. No one should have to suffer this much. And no one ever will as long as my eyes can see the moon rise and fall. Everyone will know what you have done. Everyone will hate you the way I do now. But NO ONE will know the anguish I am feeling now.” Brenol snorted, “and how will you do that?” he mocked. “Lilyandra snapped her head up and bore her darkened eyes into the very heart of the man who had said these things. She lifter her hands to the sky, “ZAMEN! MERELL! SHANTI! VHAL!” she shouted! Hate, love, death, and life. Thunder cracked in the sky, and the clouds turned from the light grey rain clouds to a pitch black. Lightning zigzagged across the sky, and a bolt of light hit the rock on which Nuela had been killed. The stone cracked in half. “I just will.” Lilyandra replied. She turned and walked off. The sky cleared, and there was no longer any trace that anything had occurred here, but the stone was still cracked. And forever it would be.
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. wow.
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