Cornwall Another hey guys thing. I probably won't be posting for a while in August. I'm going on holiday if anybody cares or is worried. I'm gonna go Cornwall for the first time ever! Unfortunately it's with my dad and his girlfriend and not with my friends or mum. (I would of preferred that) so I'm gonna go surf and try not to be so weird. Maybe be a 'normal' teen ager. *nervous laughing* so from the 15th till about the 23rd I won't be posting. Also a dilemma. My goes results come out during my holiday

Watching Da News Hey guys. Me and my mum were watching the news and we changed the channel after 5 minutes because there was literally: War Death Rapists Death War Taxes Government being dicks So yeh. And then my mum said 'there's not a lot of happiness in the world anymore'. And I've really been thinking on it. I understand people want to get their point across. But war isn't the only option. I mean when someone doesn't agree with me I don't pull a bloody grenade out and kill them, (tho with some people I'd like to) but in all honesty, war solves nothing. It's just senseless killings. And in my option something huge is gonna happen, maybe another world war maybe something bigger. And people question why I watch anime and watch doctor who and read fiction. It's because our world is so fucked up that I try and escape to another.

Barbaric? The king was a selfish person. His people starved to keep his plate full, his goblet fuller. He gave away lands to invading countries like they were chess pieces. His servants and aides were terribly underfed and poor. Most of their money and food sent to the people. The prince wasn't much better. The only ones doing any good we're the rebels. Most called them barbaric, the higher ups hunting their own food and rumour had it they ate it raw. It wasn't true however. The fire gave a gloom to the forest, Moriko sat starring into the fire. His trusty partner and only friend, Zuri the grey wolf. Zuri slept, blood smudged around her muzzle. But another shared their camp. A long haired boy. His hair was light. He was of the dallens. 'children of the sun', they breaded like rabbits and ruled most of the lands. His fear hung on the air. He was with Moriko, the rouge 'night child'. The one who quietly attacked the dallens, while the rest of his kind attacked openly. The one with the wolf. Moriko had watched him for a long time, he still held the food. With a grunt he spoke "give to wolf. If Wont eat!" He hated speaking, he spoke better in his normal tongue, but the dallens language was complicated. Quickly he but into the meat and chewed nervously. Cursing in his own language he glanced at the wolf. It's eyes were open and it was looking at him. Then the link exploded in his mind and he could hear her voice. "Moriko. What will we do with him? Lucila is the only one who will take him if we return to the village..." Grunting he spoke back. "No. We will either kill or abandon him. The fair hairs cannot be trusted" the wolf rose and walked over. "Moriko. We cannot kill him. He may be useful to us. We don't know his name or his status in his home. He way be useful" frowning he rose and spoke so he could understand "it would be easier to kill him....Zuri. I won't let you open up a link with him!" She had interrupted him. And now she walked over to him 'Moriko. Hold him'. Annoyed he complied. To lose Zuki now would be bad, he was behind the boy in moments, gripping him tightly, he watched as Zuki do what she had done to him. The wolf's eyes shone brightly in the dim light and he felt it himself, the bending and connecting of the mind. He released the boy and watched as he touched his temple. With a nod from Zuki, he tested the connection. "Hear me kid?" He looked around madly. He changed back to dallen speech. "With your mind. Zuki. Explain" Zuki explained and Moriko laughed at the boys fave when he realised the wolf was speaking, when they were done, Moriko connected again with there minds. "Understand boy? Now tell us about you". There was silence until the boy spoke with his mind. As he talked Moriko couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. And them he spoke to Zuri. "Your right. We can't kill him. He's important...very important."

Chris & Him Feet pounded the ground. The sound echoed on the abandoned streets. He stumbled but managed to not fall completely. Shaking his head to looked behind him, a mistake. The monsters head was inches from his own, it's long talon like fingers reaching for him. Trembling he pushed up and ran. The monsters shriek loud. Where was he? He was supposed to be waiting by the fountain. He hasn't been there. Closing his eyes and gripping the gem in his hand he felt energy surge into him. He felt his feet lift and he quickly folded them. He opened his eyes and kept them in front. He was floating inches off the ground, moving at an incredible speed. He was tired and he knew he would only be able to keep this up for a few minutes, he would lose consciousness or revert back to his original form if that happened. And then one of the claws swiped his back, he felt the blood drip down his back, he wanted to scream. He didn't and kept his eyes forward, drawing more energy towards him, making him a little bit faster. But the monster was right behind him, it's shriek deafening at that distance. He lost concentration and felt his legs scrap the ground, he tried to pull himself up but it was too late, the energy was gone. He rolled away, gaining bruises from the stone. He collided with a bunch of Adventurers. They screamed as they collapsed. The gem slipped from his fingers and stopped by the boots of that man. His gem swinging tauntingly from his neck. "...Chris...trying to find a new stone? Hah! We came to this town to slay this monster and I find you sneaking into its den to steal a gem?" He drew the sword hung over his back and with a slash killed the monster that had been looming over them all. The adventurers ran away, back into the bar they had just exited. "Chris...come" He had bent down, letting his cloak expand around him, like a pool. Chris rose, his small blue paws pushing against the stone. He was close to closing consciousness but that man didn't care. All he cared about was killing a monster who had destroyed his village. His hands were short. His legs that of a rabbit, his ears that of one as well. To many he would look like a rabbit, the only difference was his colour, the wings that grew from his back, his clothes and that he could talk. Breathing deeply he walked towards him. He wanted so badly to grab the gem and escape, the gem which he could give to anyone and called upon whenever needed. But the man was strong and sucked the power from the stone. Leaving him with the only option left. To steal it from the earth, the people whoever he could. "...Chris...this is why I've told you, take me to your home and I'll let you go. Until then your mine." "Like a slave? Should I call you master?" The look on his face told him his words had hurt him. Good. He had climbed on his shoulder. Tail swishing irritably on his back. "Chris, you know your not a slave. I won't put that on anybody...I just need your mothers help!" The creature was sulking. Still kneeling he picked up the stone. "At least we've got something to sell now". He had met Chris two months ago. He had been attacked by bandits with a monster, he had attacked the leader and killed him, and taken the gem around his neck for himself. The monster had then turned on its allies and after killing them turned into Chris. To the normal Chris would of looked like a demon. And perhaps he was. But to him he had shone, just like the monster that had destroyed his village and forced him into slavery. He had beaten Chris, taking his anger out on the creature who didn't even defend himself. Even bloody and bruised. He had followed him, damaged wings no longer working he had followed at a distance. He had been skinny, much more then now. He had attacked him again when he had come to share his fire that night. Then he transformed, turning into the blue haired boy. He had mumbled "...is this better,sir?" That had stopped him. 'Sir'? Nobody said that unless they were a slave... "Your a slave?" The boy had shaken his head. "Unless sir sees me as one. I am yours as long as you hold the gem." "Your a genie then?". Chris had laughed at that "no. I have a mind , genies do not, they feel no pain when ordered to kill...I am more and less." Both had gone silent after that. He still sat atop him, He had no shirt, only pants. "Sir. I know I have no place but I wish to return home. My mother calls yet I cannot return, it is the stones fault" suprised i had asked "destroy it then?" Again shaking his head "I cannot. That stone holds most of my power, some of my mind...and something bigger. My mother or I will grant you any wish! Please sir. Let me visit my home. If you wish me to remain by your side after I shall!" A smile spread across his lips. "...any wish?" Chris' blood ran cold at that smile. That is how the journey had started, between Chris and him.

World Race His knees brushed the wet grass. He was beaten and bloody, a dying child. He was glad all his pain would stop soon. He could rest and forget, but a noise dragged him from the slowly creeping darkness. It hurt, worse then what he'd gone through before. Lazily he looked up, pain pulling at everything. An armoured man. Tall and strong. He didn't know why it hurt to listen to this mans heart beat but it did, he just wanted the darkness to take him. He no longer wanted to hear, breath or fight against something he could do little about, yet everyone seemed to pile it all on him. He wasn't that special. "Dying boy?" The words tore into his brain and he pushed onto shaking arms and pushed himself away, at least let him die in piece. He could ask for that at least, right? "Hmm? Boy...does it Hurt? ...!" He stepped forward and with each step it was like the world was shaking itself apart. He kept pushing himself back, forcing his body away. "Boy. Can you feel it? The cries of the earth? It's children's cries?...I didn't think another would be born...and to die so soon...do you want to live?". He stopped and considered the man and then said weakly "No. I'm too weak to live in this world. I don't really wanna protect everyone..." He nodded, "yes, that's the same words I said. But I'm still alive and strong enough to carry the pain, why can't you be?" His sight was going now and with a last smile he shrugged and whispered a word. "Exitus" Then it all went. The pain, the sight, that beautiful sky he had loved seeing...it was sad. It didn't want to die. It wanted another chance, to produce, to live. And with his death it wouldn't get that chance. Sorry. But then the pain came back, the deafening, roaring of the pain. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. He'd call them with a shout and he didn't want that, to cry out was to kill it all, to endure was to survive. His sight came back next and then everything else. He took a sharp intake and shot up. The man wasn't wearing armour anymore, he was slender, hardly any muscles yet his body roared strength. "Your awake. Good. I want to know what you meant by 'exitus'" He kept quiet for a long time. He'd lived, he croaked out a reply "should of let me die, better for the world...now It'll all end...sad..." "What do you mean? Why will it end?" "Exitus is a word for end. It was all going to end, my death would've slowed it down...now it's a race"