The Tide

By Damien Knight

Our love is like the moon and sea.
The moon pushes and the sea pulls.
The stars sparkle in the skies
Your smile shines in my eyes.

I have the moon, the stars, and sea
All I long for back to me.
No one claimed passion to be easy.
Nothing of worth isn’t fought for

My sword stands ready, my heart sure
I will not fear my love for her.
We are constant as the tide.
Forever bound I’ll make her mine!

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Chapter Two: A Fight and a Choice Final Draft

“Protect her with

your lives. Guard

this offspring

of the Moon.

She is my light and

I will be in her shadow.”

–Arajuan’s command.

The march was a three-month journey, a winter season. Early on the surroundings had been snow-covered. Now patches of flowers peaked from the ground. The capital was to the north-west of Lenagard, the land of the elves. A trail of destruction lay behind them. They had avoided the cities, but the forests were soaked in blood rain mixed with melted winter snow. The icy wet drips fell off the trees and clawed down Arajuan’s back. He shuddered from the cold. The unit was close now; a stench of dragons wafted on the wind. Arajuan was one of the few who could distinguish dragon blood, that made him invaluable to the emperor.

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Chapter One: Beginning of The End- Final Draft   

 

“Hear that, my friend. It is

the call of the war drum. Thump,

Thump, a heartbeat and

it summons me to war”

-Arajuan to Socrates

A man with icy blue eyes and short salt and peppered hair gazed from a dark, tall, and jagged throne. He held a cherry wood scepter with carved woody thorns and a large garnet stone. The gem itself pulsed with cloudy swirls as if alive. He wore a deep navy robe with a dragon clasp at the neck and silver thread lining the sleeves. His aged face twisted into a bitter grimace as he tapped the armrest of his throne with impatience.

The room was a dismal, bare space; on the wall to the right hung a painting of a dark oily Asian Lung and its partner, a young man with dark brown-black hair and similar piercing eyes. Displayed in a corner was a mannequin dressed in an elaborate inlaid silver breastplate with a blue jeweled dragon design and an attached black roman style war kilt. On the mannequin’s head was a helmet with ornate blue and silver feathers.

A long, burgundy carpet led to the throne from the large oak wood entry doors. On either side stood two sturdy dirty-blonde haired identical elf-orc guards, their armour jagged in a way that appeared covered with needles and thorns. Their noses were semi-flat, and their lower canines jutted over their top lips. When the doors opened, the grey-haired man turned his attention to the one who entered.

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Chapter Five: The Lady Ayana

“There are none fairer than the

Gaian Elves of Lenagard”

Tarnink, ambassador of Lenagard

A young woman with elven beauty walked along a narrow forest path. Her black and red streaked hair swept past her high cheekbones with a small wind. She froze at the sound of a snapped twig and sniffed the air. She caught the distinct scent of rohit-elafi along with the familiar trace of sulfur. The woman grabbed her bow as she peered out through her emerald eyes, the slit pupils narrowed when she spotted her prey. Her arched eyebrows curved in concentration. It was an older rohit-elafi and was not likely to survive the coming winter; she shot and hit her mark.

The woman approached the small red deer like creature and lifted it over her slender shoulders with great ease. The weight shifted on her shoulders. She moved a strand of her wavy hair away from her eyes as she slid down the path. The narrow path grew wider and large trees dotted it, spaced out in an interesting pattern. The air smelled of oak and the comforting scent of sulfur left the winds. This was the elven village of Mila and the homes were in those trees. She moved with stealth through the village.

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Lost in Dreams

By “Ayana Kanosis”

Lost in Dreams

Sitting in my dreams
You are watching so carefully
Waiting as I fall asleep
And slowly I close my eyes
knowing that I can’t deny
That I am dreaming of you
Dreaming of me as well
And all I could ever tell
Is that dreams are nothing
More than clever lies
We weave ourselves
Little worlds where reality
Is fiction and fiction is reality
And I spread my wings and fly
W…

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Lost in Dreams

By “Ayana Kanosis”

Lost in Dreams

Sitting in my dreams
You are watching so carefully
Waiting as I fall asleep
And slowly I close my eyes
knowing that I can’t deny
That I am dreaming of you
Dreaming of me as well
And all I could ever tell
Is that dreams are nothing
More than clever lies
We weave ourselves
Little worlds where reality
Is fiction and fiction is reality
And I spread my wings and fly
While teardrops fall in crystal lakes
And hidden desires lie in wait
For me to discover, you call to me
I walk away from you
For dreams are alternate realities
Not meant to come true
You will just lie to me here
As you always do
If I don’t believe you in the real world
Then in the realm of dreams
Don’t expect me to trust you
A liar once, a liar always
And that is all that I know true