Day 09

Mood: Elated

Reigning from distant realms The two forces of order and chaos had gathered warriors from the world of reality and the world of broken dreams to lead them in savage war. Harmony and discord were of equal strength. It was believed that the conflict would last forever but the warriors from the real world, they started to embrace the power of their friendship and seek out their goals. The real world children took on the roles of heroes from the world of broken dreams in order to combat them. They have taken many roles in order to protect all that they hold dear and their hopes to return to their own world. And thus another battle begins.

Within order’s sanctuary stood multiple young children, both big and small, none of them earlier than their teenage years or past them. They looked oddly dressed in their armor and robes carrying swords, axes, staves and spears. Not one of them looked alike in their gear. A young man was dressed in pure white armor with spiked pauldrons while another young man had leather belts encircling his chest while completely dressed in black. One girl wore a noble’s jacket with a neckerchief while another robed herself in a sleeveless dress. Despite their physical differences they shared one goal in common, to defeat the forces of chaos. As they stood ready to fight the terrain a near mile away started to rise and tower over the youths. Magma then erupted the risen terrain and the warriors of discord stepped from behind the geyser of molten liquid. They like the warriors of order were not similar ranging from men wrapped in suits of armor to mechanical girls. They greeted each other with the drawing of their weapons. Blades flashed, staffs were raised, guns were loaded, arrows were drawn and the battle began. 

One young man from the side of good only known as the hero started to run towards the enemy with sword dragging behind him on the ground. One enemy with long white hair and blue armor grew bat wings and flew down the cliff. The Hero leapt forward and clashed swords together causing the air to boom with a powerful explosion. They exchanged blows in mid-air as neither of them gave each other any quarter. The Hero then kicked his enemy and flew backwards and sent a wave of electrical energy at his staggered foe. The armored man then turned into mist and the wave crashed into the elevated wall and exploded. While that battle was going on a young man wielding a flag pole was being pursued by a man in a trench coat and iron grieves. The trench coat wearing man was shooting bullets of magical energy that wanted to home in on the flag wielding thief. As each volley was fired the thief would acrobatically dodge and return the fire by deflecting the shots with his flag. The thief than drew closer to his adversary and smashed him in the face with his pole and attacked more times with consecutive flag pole strikes and kicks. A female monk was tied in combat with a mechanical girl who wielded a giant cross as a weapon. The monk tried to hold back the cross but her small arms could not handle it so she simply avoided it. The girl tried to attack her again but the monk kept dodging as fast as her little legs could take her. After a few blows she then became cornered by the mechanical girl but that was only the beginning. The monk then punched the ground and a stalagmite punctured the mechanical girl in the stomach and sent her flying, the monk then collected white energy in her hand and sent another punch which released the energy in a pure white light to contrast the mechanical girl’s black frame. The mechanical girl was hit with the blast and then rolled on the ground, incapable of moving. The mechanical girl looked over and saw a male paladin wielding a gigantic axe breaking the blades of a young boy who then started to retreat but was blinded by the light coming from the Paladin’s holy power. Then a large man dressed in armor attempted to swing a giant halberd at a speedy ninja but his attempts were futile as she kept disappearing before his eyes and throwing shuriken stars in his armor. An archer kept lobbying arrows into the body of a pale young lady with a long hammer who was seemingly unaffected by all the arrows in her skin as if she was stripped of all pain. A gunner exchanged projectiles with a being that was neither man or woman who fired air bullets with their fingers. A female dragoon took to the skies as a young girl in a dress summoned card soldiers to chase her. A samurai deflected bullets that were rained down upon her by a blue haired young man with four ghastly limbs. A beastmaster riding a giant behemoth traded blows with a woman completely made of red metal. An alchemist threw explosive potions of her design at a cloaked figure wielding a death scythe. A mimic mimed his friends’ powers in order to capture and beat on a young man with onyx colored wings. A magician fired spells at a green haired man wearing a long black coat who tried to return the attacks but failed to do so. A dark knight blocked the attacks of a girl with bladed arms and legs and returned the favor with a kick wrapped in a black aura sending her skywards.

And then almost suddenly, all the warriors of discord vanished as if called away to do more important things than battle to the death with children. The warriors of harmony then fell to the ground, exhausted after their victory and looked to the sky and saw the clouds breaking away to reveal light. A symbol of hope to all of them.

Day 08

Mood: Relieved

“Get away from him.” Once voice called out. It belonged to someone at least fifteen years of age, she was dressed in a strange robe that covered most of her upper body but not her stomach. Her lower body was bare except for a black piece of material and a golden plate covering her more feminine parts. She wore a blue metal headband that had some sort of seal on it. The head band had two horns coming up from the sides like she was a devil. Her demonic headdress was offset by her long dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Other than her strange attire, she looked like a normal girl but there was something about the air around her that seemed to convince otherwise. It was completely lifeless around her as if all that meet her will end up six feet under.

“He is not your priority.” The other one said. She had the face of a pale girl but she had pink eyes and short black hair that was blonde in its roots. The rest of her body was mechanical, pitch black, devoid of any light.

“You had your chance, he is my foe.” The girl with the blonde hair said again. Her voice was stern and unforgiving.

“You say he is your foe, but are you not in love with him?”

“I can say the same for you.”

“I do not deny my love for the lost lamb.” The mechanical girl stated as she drew a golden rod in the shape of a religious cross standing next to her.

“You believe he is a mere sheep, you disgrace his visage.”

“How so? He hides his face behind an obsidian mask. He has no visage to mock, but was it you that’s made him go down his path?” The mechanical girl started to walk away with staff in hand. The blonde girl leapt and stopped the other in her tracks. A giant sword with a face of a veiled woman on its hilt. The blade was much larger than her and was all in gold with spikes coming out where the guard was. The blonde girl had determination and a desire to kill in her deep round eyes. “Pathetic, your resolution to everything is violence. Is that truly how you want to die, by my hand?” The mechanical girl lifted her rod and brought it to the other girl’s face. The tension grew so thick that it would have to be cut with a saw.

“I am the artificial causality weapon Dizzy the Opera created by the god Nyarlathotep the god of the human’s subconscious, I am much stronger than you think.” The sword behind her shined and then surrounded Dizzy and she appeared with bladed arms, feet and eight free-floating swords behind her. The other girl put a mask over her face, it resembled a butterfly’s wings.

“I am Rose. I have no title but if it makes you happy then I shall tell you that I shall be the harbinger of your demise.” Rose drew her staff back and took on a fighting stance.

“Muerte artillero.” Dizzy sent out four bright blue probes that surrounded Rose.

“Really, you expect those to defeat me? You underestimate my power.” Rose swung her rod which shattered the probes.

“You underestimate me machine. Muerte artillero.”  Dizzy said as even more probes were released, much higher numbers now as they concentrated around Rose.

“Childish, if it did not work the first time why try again?” Rose swung her rod again and the probes shattered before her. Dizzy then took the opportunity while Rose was distracted by the shattered probes to fly closer to Rose, sparks flying across the ground. The swords on her back then made a huge horizontal swing at Rose who instinctively blocked it. “You will not claim his heart with your treachery and deceit.” Rose stated as they tried to push each other to get the upper hand.

“And you shall not claim his by standing in the way of his destiny.”

“Who says it is not his destiny to become the beast of the apocalypse?” Rose threw her back and electricity jumped through her fingers. “From the bottom of my heart I sing of thee o warrior of death.” Rose chanted as the air behind her cracked and a white gloved hand stretched out with sword in hand. 

“You summon the reaper of souls here?” Dizzy jumps back.

“I have no true intention of killing you, but if you continue to stand in my way, I shall incapacitate you even if you are an artificial causality weapon.” Rose said as the reaper appeared and let out a demonic roar. It was humanoid in appearance though its face was shrouded in darkness and he wore a skeletal mask that was shaped like the skull of a prehistoric beast. It rushed for Dizzy and grabbed her neck and forced her to the ground. Coffins chained to the reaper’s back opened and it began to drain her strength. “Now beg for mercy or your life shall end here.” Rose said as she held her fingers up as if to snap them.

“I concede.” Dizzy said and Rose made the reaper disappear. “But.” Dizzy stood up. “I shall test him with my power, not you with yours.” She started to walk away in miserable defeat.

“And when you are broken I shall take him for myself.” Rose said as she opened a portal and stepped through it. Dizzy hoped it was the last time she saw the mechanical maiden. 

Day 07

Mood: Excited

“Did we get lost?”

“You’re the nature guy, shouldn’t you know the way out of this?”

“Just because I can manipulate nature it doesn’t mean I know every inch of every forest out there, and aren’t you a thief, aren’t you the expert of escape plans?”

“I resent that, I am a noble rogue.”

“Please, Robin Hood was five times the man you are, and half the ego too.” 

“Oh shut up, why can’t you conjure up like a giant beanstalk so we can climb out of here.”

“My geomancy is not a part of some stupid fairy tale. I just can’t make something from nothing.”

“Oh come on, there are a plethora of trees here, can’t you do something?” The thief smacked a tree with a long pole. The thief had short blonde hair with bangs that were barely above his sea green eyes. He was completely dressed in white and blue with a white shirt, jeans and a long coat. The Geomancer was dressed in a long gray robe with expanded sleeves which hid his hands.

“Trees can’t grow more branches than they already have and these are already very old trees, if I accelerate the growth they’ll wither and die. Do you want that?” The Thief then looked away and looked as if he was devising a plan. 

“Yes, I would actually like that because dead branches make better fires.” 

“Are you stupid, we’re running away here, do you want to give away our position?” The Geomancer slapped his face with his hand.

“Oh come on, I’m freezing and besides the likelihood of those two getting us is near zero and even if they do get us, we can take them.” The thief smacked his fists together.

“Oh yah because a thief fighting with a flag pole and a geomancer can totally take on a god of time and a homicidal vampire.” The Geomancer said sarcastically.

“Did you just use sarcasm on me? I find that offensive, and I believed in you.” The thief said dramatically.

“Oh come on, yah nature can be a bitch but that guy uses telekinetic swords as weapons, he’ll skewer me before I can get a vine wrapped around his leg.”

“Excuses, excuses, you got to be quick like me.” The thief jogged in place.

“Well excuse me for not being as nimble as you, mister egomania.” The Geomancer crossed his arms and walked away from his friend. The thief quickly leapt above his friend.

“Or someone from our side can see it and get us out of here.”

“The likelihood of that happening is even less than our enemies coming.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.” The thief said as he tapped a tree with his flag pole, the flag rolled up and tied with a belt. The Geomancer sighed and put his hands on the tree, it then started to shrivel quickly as thousands of years passed in the span of seconds. The tree fell over and the thief started to grin. “Now to cut it into pieces and set it on fire.” The thief smacked pieces of the tree with his pole which shattered and wood chips were being sent flying in every direction. As soon as the thief was done massacring the once great stalwart he looked back at the geomancer. “Now how are we going to set it on fire?” The thief asked. The Geomancer sighed again and snapped his fingers which caused all the pieces of wood to ignite at once. “Sweet, now if only food would fall out of the sky.” The thief looked up and saw the moon, it was full and pale. Suddenly he saw two shadows descend upon them. “Oh crap.” The thief jumped back as a spear of light shot down at their fire. “Hey you dimwit, I spent a lot of time making that fire.” The thief said as he drew his flag pole and released the belt letting the material sway with the wind.

“What a waste of time, you know how many minutes it took to find you? Well let me tell you, it was 269 minutes, that’s four hours and twenty nine minutes of my time searching for you punks.” One of them said as he instantly went from the sky to the ground. He had long white hair that reached down his back, he wore golden spectacles and had a long white stick in his mouth.

“Aeon...” The thief announced his name.

“16,140 seconds.” Aeon remarked stroking his hair with his hand in his other hand was a golden gun with the face of a clock. The other shadow descended and stood next to Aeon. “37 seconds late. What took you so long?” Aeon asked.

“Time is but a nuisance for us immortals, you should know that.” The other one said. His hair was also white but not as long as Aeon’s. It was only to his shoulders and was straight unlike Aeon’s brambly, spiky hair. He dressed in a blue jacket with long coattails and white baggy pants.

“Joachim Armster.” The Geomancer said pulling out a staff from his back.

“Child, you shall not address me by name, you are lower than that.” Joachim snapped his fingers and swords rained down from the sky. They started to spin around him quickly, faster than the eye can see.

“This will be over in but a minute.” Aeon said as he raised his gun.

“If we needed back up now would be the time.” The thief said retreating to his comrade’s side.

“DARKNESS, DRINK OF ANGUISH!”   

You are number 6. (The day, that is)

Mood: Philosophical

“If light cannot exist without darkness, is darkness truly evil?” A young woman’s voice called out from the door.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s what your thinking, isn’t it, the one and only Dark Knight?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t, but you’re only fooling yourself.”

“Darkness is the power of destruction, it is the opposite of the holy powers of light.”

“You took the role of a dark knight voluntarily, you almost jumped for it. Why?” The voice drew in closer, it was a young girl no past the age of sixteen with shoulder length brown hair and sky colored eyes. She was dressed in foreign robes, with thin white bandages covering her chest and stomach. Her robes were rather colorful with shining reds and oranges, reminiscent of a blazing fire. The Dark Knight looked down, he was standing by a desk with his hands on the table. He wore a helmet on his head, but it was not like a normal knight’s helmet, it had horns pointing backwards and was made to look like a demon’s face. “A dark knight harnesses the negative forces of the universe, or in your case darkness.” The young girl circled behind him, she had a long sword strapped to her waist. “They sacrifice their life destroying all in their way, you always go into battle with the darkness trailing right behind you, claiming that it is an evil power, but you yourself are not evil.” She said shaking her finger.

“I took it so no one else should, darkness would consume their souls.” The Dark Knight turned around, his armor was completely black with dark red highlights, he had to wear this in order to strike fear in his opponents, to make them writhe in despair.

“What was the Dark Knight’s motto again?” The girl pondered. “Oh yes, my anger, my suffering is your loss. Funny isn’t it?” The young girl giggled. The Dark Knight gripped the desk with his iron clawed gloves. The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy as the Dark Knight surrounded himself with a black aura. “You don’t wear the darkness very well my friend.” She said as she tried to pull away the aura.

“You jest about the power of darkness? It is a power far more great than you can imagine, it seeps into your soul and if you let down your guard for a mere second it will take you over, you can never understand what it’s like to harness its power.” The Dark Knight clenched his fist and the aura flared more powerfully. The aura then started to shape itself and then started to look like a demon, much more than the Dark Knight himself. The figure roared at the girl who then put her hand instinctively by her sword. The Dark Knight then waved his hand and the aura dispersed. “That is the power of darkness.” The Dark Knight moved to pass the young girl but she grabbed his shoulder, the only part that was bare on his whole body, her hand was sweaty, he felt her fear, what she saw was his power, his frightening manipulation of evil caused her to shake in terror. 

“I...” She could hardly get the words out of her mouth. “See... your point.” Her hand started to become cold and near lifeless. “But that doesn’t explain, why you chose it, I think you’re lying.” Her grip tightened.

“Like I said, you wouldn’t understand, even if I told you.” The Dark Knight swiped away her hand and walked out the door she entered. The girl drew her sword and pointed it to his throat.

“I may be your ally, your friend but if you don’t tell me now, I’ll cut you down.”

“What are you trying to get from me?” The Dark Knight turned around and started to yell, even though his face was hidden by his helm she could see the despair behind his eyes. “Can you not comprehend what being a Dark Knight is like? Evil is our nature, our only purpose is to destroy everything we see, we take no part in protecting others. We are made for the front lines of war.” The Dark Knight explained in a feverish tone. The girl then saw what the reason was.

“I see, you want to be a Dark Knight who protects others, you want to be the rare few who are able to be a for the lack of a better term knightly Dark Knight.” The girl proclaimed. The Dark Knight retreated his head, the girl put her sword back in her sheath. “So, is it because of anyone in particular, our army may be small, but there are certainly a lot of girls, oh you sly devil you.”

“That is certainly not the case!” The Dark Knight yelled, most definitely embarrassed by her comment. “Inconceivable.” He said shaking his head. She wrapped her arm around him. 

“Oh come on, let’s go down, there are meetings to be had my young knight.”

Day 05

Mood: Blehhh (is that a mood? I don’t know)

“What to do, what to do? I’m bored, maybe I’ll make something.” A very cheerful voice called out in the darkness. Despite it being cheerful, there was a rather twisted tone to it, as if making something implied something sinister and evil. The sound of clapping illuminated the room, it was made to look like a dungeon or a laboratory, either way it smelled of blood. Whistling echoed throughout the room, it belonged to a tall spindly man wearing a dark coat and a wide brimmed hat. He was all in black except for a brown belt and fingerless gloves. He pulled out two butterfly knives and played with them, flipping them throughout the air with surgical accuracy as if he was carving a body up. “So what am I going to make Jester?” He said, talking to himself as he jumped down the grey brick staircase landing on his steel tipped shoes. He slid over to a long table which revealed what looked like a female’s body. He noticed a chair across the room and he threw his knife into it and by magic a glowing green chain appeared and he pulled the chair towards him. “That’s better.” Jester spun the chair around and plopped himself down on it. “What should I name you pretty lady?” Jester asked the inanimate mannequin as he rubbed her face with the smooth side of his knife. Jester then put the knife in his mouth and started to bite down on it, not considering the consequences. He thought for a long while as the lights flickered above him. Jester took off his hat and scratched his hair which resembled the color of grass in the spring time. “Oh I know, your name shall be Le Cage, and you shall take the hearts of my victims and give it to me to show your loyalty, oh it’s perfect I tell you, oh am I a genius.” Jester started laughing manically. Jester pricked his finger and put a drop of blood on the doll and it started to glow, creating a large sigil where the blood was placed on its forehead. “Now come to life my doll!” Jester commanded as the doll started to float in mid-air as it radiated with a light that matched her master’s hair. The light then expanded and covered the whole room. “Magnificent.” Jester said as the doll descended on the table. But it wasn’t a doll anymore, it looked exactly like a young girl. She was in a black frilly dress with a cage like skirt. Her face however still had traces of her origin, it was emotionless and grey, when she opened her eyes they were revealed to be golden and stared into the void, mindlessly. “Good morning darling, how are you this morning?” Jester asked his creation. Le Cage sat up and looked at her master and blinked.

“Artificial causality weapon Le Cage reporting for duty.” She said with a monotone voice. “What is your desire master Jester?” She asked. Jester rubbed between his eyes which seemed permanently closed.

“WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!” Jester shouted out loud. “How come I make an artificial causality weapon, it has no emotions, how freaking boring!” Jester kicked the chair and it shattered against the hard wall. Jester then grabbed Le Cage’s face and dragged it closer to him. “Oh come on, cut me some slack, I am a very impatient god and I have a lot of havoc to wreak so throw me a bone and show me some excitement.” Le Cage simply blinked at him.

“I do not understand your request, emotions are pointless for a weapon such as I.” Le Cage said, Jester then let go and screamed in agony.

“What’s the point of pain if you can’t feel good dealing it?” Jester raised his hands to the sky hoping from an answer up above.

“My purpose is to steal hearts master Jester, I do not require one myself, it is better this way.” Jester froze and then shivered where he stood.

“Are you telling me what is better?” Jester dashed to Le Cage and grabbed her face again. “Remind me, who am I?” Jester asked licking his lips.

“You are master Jester, one of the twin gods of torture, representing sadism.” Le Cage explained.

“Good and what does the word god mean?”

“You are an almighty being which is the physical form of your chosen role, you are the physical manifestation of sadism.” Le Cage continued to explain.

“So that means I know exactly what I’m doing. So I want you to start feeling, I want you to feel the pleasure when you rip someone’s heart out of their chest!” Jester turned around and got down on one knee. “And there’s only one way to do that.” Jester turned back around to Le Cage. “I want you to kill THEM...” Jester said with a sinister tone.

“Understood, so it is time...” Le Cage nodded her head.   

Day 04

Mood: Disgusted (horrible for Thanksgiving I know)

One moment I was surrounded by flowers and the next moment they were engulfed in flames. I couldn’t move, was I too afraid? Or was I curious how they would burn? Did I just not want to move? I wouldn’t know because it was just all a dream. I woke up to the roof of my school, a private school for aristocratic children with nothing better to do than flaunt their material possessions and wealth. I am not like them, an outcast of sorts, I came here on a academic scholarship, so I’m supposed to set a standard, but my fellow peers don’t look at me twice because my pockets aren’t lined with gold. Teachers don’t want to give me the time of day either, I’m street trash to them. Oh did I mention I’m an orphan? I have no family, I had a sister but fate took her away from me, but then fate put me in this abomination of a school. The school board had a field day taking me into their school, they probably thought “look a genius and he’s an orphan let’s take him in to show our love for the lower class.” Inconceivable I tell you. I’m fifteen yet I’m about to graduate this year, move on to college and then live the rest of my life making money and then dying. I was told that the only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty, but I know how it goes, you wake up, you work, you go home, you sleep and you repeat, there is maybe a one in a million chance that something interesting happens but even then after a few years you forget what happened and then life goes on. So why do I keep going? Sometimes I question myself, but I guess I have to. I close my eyes again to go back to sleep until a loud clumsy crashing of a door distracts me.

“Lucian! Class has begun, they want you in now, they yelled at me to get you, they were so mean to me!” My only friend in the entire school, Chad. He is the son of some court justice and sent him here to integrate socially, unfortunately he hasn’t shown any sign of post-pubescent manliness, he’s barely past five feet only ninety pounds and has no hair beside the ones on his head which are covered by a black beanie he insists on wearing all the time. He was forced to take classes higher than what his infinitesimal mind can handle at this point. I pity him, the other kids mock him, their loss. I get up to greet him.

“Why should I go?” I straighten out my white blazer with a blue insignia of a sword and laurel reefs. Chad is wearing one too but it’s way too large for him, his parents hoped he would grow into it, good luck with that my comrade.

“Because I will get yelled at again, and they can be so scary, they tripped me going out of the class.” Chad started to sob, if I did not know any better I would think he was nine years old but that is not the case. I run a hand through my hair, dyed blue as an act of rebellion a year ago, for what reason I don’t remember, it was stupid, that’s all I know. I still have a tuft of black hair, hair that was the same color of my sister’s. I put my hand on Chad’s hair and pat it as if he were a small animal and he returned my affection with a smile. “So you’re coming back?” Chad asked, wiping his tears.

“Sure, but only because you said so kid.”

“Don’t call me kid, we’re the same age.”

“When you grow six inches, than I will stop.”

“Meanie.” Chad stuck his tongue out at me when we walked from the warm sunny roof into the cold soulless school building.

“And this is why no one takes you seriously.” I closed the door behind me. We walked down the stairs and he changed the topic of the conversation.

“Lucian, why do you hang out with me? I’m not good at sports and I’m not that smart and you got to tutor me, so why?” Chad looked down, depressed, almost ashamed of himself, I swore he started to cry again. Chad was usually cheerful, although easy to cry he always had a smile on his face, his perfectly small white teeth highlighted by his pure blue eyes. I’d say he was an angel but I know they’re just fairy tales but I know he was the closest thing to it. I put my fist to his head.

“It’s because you have a chance in this world, you have a dream. You wanna start your own line of winter clothes, right. You made your beanie yourself and my scarf, didn’t you?” I almost forgot for a second about my scarf, it was very old fashioned with a black and blue pattern, he said it looked good on me because it matched my hair and we had a good laugh about it. Chad’s beanie was special to him, it was the first thing he knitted, it was simple and black but it had a pink skull and crossbones design and the skull was fashioned to look like a heart. I thought it was quite ironic since skull and crossbones means death and made it cute. That beanie went through a lot of abuse since it was first crafted. A bunch of idiots thought it was funny to rip it off his head and stamp on it but Chad just dived over it and got kicked in the stomach so hard he stayed in the hospital for a week. That kid’s admirable, much more than me, a genius with no ambition. “You’re definitely the coolest kid I know.” I grabbed his head and brought it in closer. “So live our lives for us okay?” I whispered to myself as we walked back into our classroom as the best friends we are and will always be. Whether he heard my last comment or not, I'm glad I know someone like him.

Day 03

Mood: Great

The sounds of light footsteps pounded throughout the gravel street along with the clanging of a sword and the swishing of a pure white cape. But along with those were the almost inaudible flapping of pitch black wings. 

“Magnus, stop right there!” The origin of where the footsteps was pounding announced. The voice belonged to a young man no older than eighteen, he had long blonde hair and eyes that mimicked the color of jade. His expensive clothes and ornate sword gave off the image of being a nobleman. From a sash across his chest he took out three vials with a clear liquid in them. He threw them upward which then exploded with a white light. The explosion illuminated a figure in black, floating in the air on dark bat wings. Knowing that he has been noticed he turns around mid-air to meet the overly excited youth. The flying man had an extremely androgynous look to him, he had high cheek bones, pale skin and long eye lashes which was only complimented by his long dark hair that fell to his bare stomach. The beautiful man was wearing a leather vest that was opened and barely covered his chest with matching leather sleeves and pants. He wore a dark purple rose corsage on his left shoulder and he had a strange butterfly marking on his stomach and he wasn’t wearing shoes that revealed long slender feet. 

“What do you want?” He folded his hands over his chest.

“Are you not Magnus the incubus?” The young man asked taking out another vial.

“Yes and you are?” The incubus descended upon the young man and took a closer look. “Blonde hair, green eyes, uses vials, fluttering white cape, you must be Cyril Marquis, what does a vampire hunter want from me?” Magnus swooped in and was now no more than an inch away from the hunter.

“You spirited away my best friend, I want him back!” Cyril grabbed Magnus with his open hand.

“You really need to think your plans over, if you kill me with one of your potions how will you get your friend back?” Magnus asked the flustered adolescent. 

“That, doesn’t matter, just give him back or I shove this down your throat.” An embarrassed Cyril shook the vial in his hands.

“Oh chemistry, it may be effective on lower creatures but I’m an incubus and I’ve lived for a thousand years, I am much stronger than science.” Magnus said as he swiftly kicked Cyril in his stomach making him double over. “Come back in twenty years, or at least when you can use magic like other hunters.” He started to fly away leaving Cyril on the cold paved ground gasping for air. Cyril with the last of his breath threw his vial at Magnus, it exploded right behind him and the brunt of it hit him causing Magnus to make a crash landing stomach first. “Oh how did I get myself into this situation?” Magnus asked a higher being as he started to cringe on the ground.

“How’s that science for you now, you demon?” Cyril got up to his feet and walked over to the fallen incubus and grabbed him by the back of his head, gripping a handful of soft hair. “Now where’s my friend?” Magnus laughed.

“How should I know, I am not interested in kidnapping people, it’s not my style you know? I’m sorry but your friend’s in another castle.” Magnus squealed. Cyril threw Magnus’ head to the ground. “But you know vampires just love abducting people.” Magnus said putting the emphasis on the word “love” as he turned around and sat up.

“Why should I trust you, you’re a demon.” Cyril said with a frustrated tone. He drew his sword and pointed it to Magnus’ neck who grabbed the blade with his beautiful fingers and forced it down with grace.

“Because I’m not a cretin, you know they admitted to being liars.” Magnus gave a seductive smile, a trademark amongst demons of the night.

“Tch.” Cyril sheathed his sword.

“Good boy, now you know incubi have no intention of stealing a guy’s best friend, we just love pleasure so I’m sorry but you have the wrong guy, I don’t swing that way.” Magnus stood up and tip-toed behind Cyril.

“What is your purpose in helping me?” Cyril asked.

“Oh our little mess a few minutes back was just a itsy bitsy misunderstanding that’s all, I’m just going to show you that not all creatures are evil.” Magnus smiled with bright glowing fangs. Cyril started to relax as his shoulders dropped. “That’s better, well I heard there has been a vampire stealing up people, you should go chase him.” Magnus stated as he made motions for wings.

“Oh really?” Cyril asked, unconvinced.

“Incubi despise vampires for taking away our women the succubi and also because they give us a bad name.” Magnus joked walking in circles.

“So you want revenge?”

“Not revenge, justice which humans are so great at dealing, am I right or am I right?” Magnus asked with enthusiasm. Cyril then started to ponder, putting his gloved hand on his chin. “Oh come on, why would I lie?” Magnus asked and put his arm around Cyril’s shoulder, his skin was as warm as a fire.

“Well my friend and I have matching time pieces, if you see something like this, you’ll know where to find me.” Cyril said as he took out a silver pocket watch with a cross engraved into it. Cyril then started to walk away. Magnus chuckled under his breath and turned away.

“Oh this is going to be fun.” Magnus said as he procured a replica of the pocket watch as he took off with his wings into the night.

I am number 02.

Mood: Peeved beyond belief

Today I truly knew what a punch to the face felt like. It wasn’t the physical pain that bothered me, it was the emotion behind it. It felt like the frustration locked inside those sweaty curled up knuckles hit me like a train going seventy miles an hour. The pain I got over, the swelling anger of my attacker was the catalyst to me just lying on the ground. Of course people looked over me to see what was going on yet they didn’t really know what was going on... inside me that is. I felt ashamed, so ashamed that I almost wished I punched myself. The people around just laughed and did nothing, as usual. When a guy gets punched they always believe the other guy deserved it. But does he? Just because someone is punched, was it because he needed it? People always look at the physical, they can’t stand getting under the skin, getting to the truth. They just make their assumptions and walk off, it doesn’t matter to them. It doesn’t affect their lives. So who cares? Well apparently I do. I get to my feet and rub my cheek, it burns more than I thought. I instinctively bring in the side of my cheek, I don’t know why I do this. Probably to say “Hey I got punched in the face, anyone else want to see?”  It feels ridiculous so my cheek inflates back onto my face like magic, but not really. I never believed in magic, probably because logic and rational thinking was what I thrived in. Without facts I wouldn’t believe anything. Since magic could not be proved, I dismissed it. I think being logical was what got me into this mess. I think telling a guy that he has no chance with a girl he has had a crush on since he was a toddler was probably not the best idea I ever had in my short life. The logical thing right now is to dismiss what had happened, brush off the dirt from my pants and walk on, no use getting too upset. I said something that was offensive to him and he reacted. Did I deserve it? Did I deserve to be punched for stating a fact? I don’t think so, but my friend certainly did. But did he punch me because he was offended or was it because he knew it was true as well? But why should I explain myself? What point is there to it, what point was supposed to be made by his assault? As I was pondering I felt a freezing sensation on my burning face. I snapped my head to the side and was staring into the azure eyes of a girl my age a mere two inches shorter than I was.

“I guess you told him?” The girl asked.

“Affirmative, I believe he did not take it well as I thought.” I said, I took the ice from her soft hand and placed it on my cheek, it stung a bit but the icy embrace soothed me. She crossed her hands over her young and supple chest. I know most guys dreamed of being in my position, walking side by side with someone they all deem to be “hot stuff” but it doesn’t appeal to me. She is someone of intellectual equivalence to me. I find comfort in her findings, even though she may oppose me, I accept the challenge.

“You didn’t have to do this Gale. I could have told James myself.” She said mentioning my name, a gale is a wind that goes from 32-63 miles per hour. Not really that special, but is it?

“Gail, I find it prudent that you do not interact with James at this time, you said so yourself. You did not want to be with him because of his drug problem.” I said. Yes our names are homonyms, they sound the same but have different meanings. People have made fun of us in the past for it but I saw no reason why, just because our parents thought of that name to give us, that it was to be ridiculed, it’s stupid and pointless.

“Yes but that was a battle you did not have to fight.”

“I don’t see what you mean, it wasn’t a battle, it was a discussion.”

“Do you have to take everything so literally.”

“I don’t see where you’re getting at.”

“I’ve been your friend as long as he has, I can’t stand it when you get on other people’s nerves because you don’t know any better, it’s not how people work!” She raised her voice, an obvious sign of frustration.

“What do you think the result would have been if you said it yourself, he may have spiraled out of control.” That I believe was the most logical conclusion, James never had a great control over his emotions.

“I don’t care about him, it’s you who I’m worried about.” Her azure eyes peered into my soul and I felt once again so ashamed I could hit myself. But I must remain rational and realistic.

“Is it because I am physically weaker since I stress more importance on intelligence rather than physical activity?”

“It’s not that.”

“I do not understand, tell me, what are you so worried about?”

“I’m worried that if you continue down your path of intellectual understanding that you won’t be able to love anyone.” She said as she picked up her pace and walked away from me.

I was wrong, the punch didn’t bother me or the emotion behind that. It was her walking away from me, being told that I wouldn’t be able to love, it disturbed me. It’s impossible not to love something, I couldn’t believe she was able to utter such a thing to me. I didn’t know whether to be disturbed or afraid. Was what I was doing so scary and wrong? I thought that knowledge was supreme but maybe there should be magic, mystery, something that will keep me going, and I believe I must search for that something. That is the logical thing to do, no... it’s the right thing to do.

Day 01

Mood: Just a teensy bit tired/lonely

What he saw was darkness, what he smelled was death, what he heard was the wind gently rolling over the mass of bodies cloaked in black and white, stained red by both their own blood and that of their enemies. He took a deep breath, feeling completely at peace, in utter solitude was where he belonged. He then sensed a presence walk up to him. He  tried to move but he was not able to, the strain was too much of a burden on his body.

“Are you alive?” The other presence asked.

“Maybe. I can’t tell anymore.”

“Don’t die...”

“Why? I kill to live.”

“But it doesn’t mean your life is forfeit, you may be a general, but you don’t always have to be the first one to charge into battle.”

“Should you really be saying that to your enemy?”

“You can’t be replaced.” The youth laying on the barren ground opened his eyes. The color of his eyes looked like golden champagne yet were full of despair. His pupils were not round but rather long vertical slits giving him the appearance of a large feline. He wore a steel mask that covered his nose and cheeks and he had premature gray hair fashioned into a bowl-cut. His eyes shifted to where he heard the voice. 

“The Northern General Joy Hartsdale. I figured it was you.” The mysterious young man attempted to get up using a large black pole at his side as a crutch. But at further inspection it was not a pole, it was the large black shaft of a spear. The curved steel blade was covered in dried blood, the result of his collapsing after the battle.

“Western General Cain.” General Hartsdale grabbed Cain’s unaided side and assisted him. The peculiar thing about it was that Joy was small in stature, her frame was diminutive yet helping Cain to his feet was effortless for her. Her long strawberry blonde hair was tied in pigtails that fell to her waist, tied by bright green ribbons. Her eyes were the same shade of green as her hair ornaments and were heart-shaped, an obvious contrast to Cain’s. She wore a large pendant around her neck and a white sleeveless buttoned top with a blue skirt. Her clothes were not those of someone who held a military position.

“I can get up myself, I don’t require your help.” Cain pushed the young girl out of the way and started to limp, using his spear as a walking stick. He wore a long black trench coat with a white neckerchief and blood stained that had claws protruding at the ends. His long baggy pants coupled with dark boots added to his ominous image. Despite his protestations, he found it hard to walk, and whenever he moved, he felt a large pain in his side.

“You won’t be able to walk around with that arrow in you.” Joy stated, and Cain looked down and saw a bloody arrow sticking out from his stomach.

“I’ve had worse.” He stoically proclaimed, grabbing the arrow and tearing it out of his body without hesitation. He brought the arrow to Joy’s face and crushed it in front of her, a testament of his fortitude. The shards of wood then burst into dark flames. Joy started to tear up. “What’s wrong? I am just fine, there is no need to worry about my well-being.” Cain said awkwardly, as he brushed the ashes out of his hand. Joy began to cry. This emotional outburst was then followed by a swift punch to his stomach.

“I love you Cain.” She sobbed. “So why do you have to be so stupid and get yourself injured all the time?” Joy buried herself in Cain’s chest and pounded on his shoulder. Cain put his lips to her head, she had the scent of honey and chamomile, he then kissed her and placed his hand on her soft chin.

“I fight to end the fighting. I want you to understand this. When the fighting ends, then we can truly be happy, but as long as we keep on fighting for different sides we cannot be together.”

“But what happens when we have to fight each other?” Joy asked, wiping away her pure, pristine tears.

“I won’t let that happen.” Cain responded, and brought her closer to him, letting her hear his heart beat pound to a solemn rhythm. It then began to rain and the air became as silent as the lifeless battlefield. 

What he saw was a love that could not be shattered, what he smelled was sweetness and purity, and what he heard was the coming of a new era which he was about to create with his own two hands.