Chapter Ten: A Visitor in the Night Final Draft

 

“The eyes are the quickest to deceive a man.

This is why I am glad to be blind.

There are no deceptions.”

Arajuan to Tarnink

Anika lay in her tent and stared at the ceiling. She was restless and found it difficult to get to sleep. She sat there with thoughts of home and Atron Reu. He always had made her laugh, and she missed him. The boy often got himself into trouble with the other elves. He had a habit of escaping the village, which caused her to drag him back. If he were to do that now, without her, Arajuan might find him. She despised having to deal with Arajuan’s cruel way of taunting her mind.

Anika felt uneasy about Atron, that he was unhappy without her. She hoped she was wrong as she already worried enough. Whatever the child did she wanted him to stay safe. The Aldarian Army hunted half-dragons now even more than dragons were. Thinking of dragons

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The Cask of Amontillado: Summary

Cera Knapp

I think this story would make a very scary movie. A horror movie. It’s about a guy killing their friend and then regretting it. I believe the setting is in Italy. It’s sad but evil. All of this is my opinion.

 

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Literary Challenge (2nd Time)

By Damien Knight

(copied from my Niume Blog.)

Hello everyone, I have decided since I am no longer working a traditional job I would like to attempt to blog regularly. For the next two weeks I am setting myself a challenge. I am going to write a poem every day. I am going to pick 14 subjects and list them below as a reminder for myself. Today won’t count but I will be posting one today too because why not.

1. Haiku
2. Parents
3. love
4. relationships
5. friends
6. betrayal
7. Sonnet?
8. Interests.
9. Nature
10. Politics
11. School
13. Hate
14. Astronomy

And there we go. So for the next two weeks be ready for a burst of writing love!

Hope for an Era: Prologue (Rough Draft)

By: Damien Knight Prologue “Come listen to my tale, lest we forget the horrors of the Dragon Wars.” -Mika Tsuki Once, long ago, Earth was a magical place where the inhabitants had honoured the “Gods” and Dragons. In return, we blessed them by living amongst them and guiding them. Together we lived in harmony with the pulse of the planet. As time passed, humans lost touch with Earth and her…

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The Shadow’s Torment

The Shadow’s Torment

By: Damien Knight Slowly approaching the dark mistress My own mind in distress Passion outweighs infatuation Screaming in utter frustration Her anger I see has no bounds Her stare louder then any sound I have been her only dreams Her life was with me it seems A thousand lies on who I am No one knows or understands The burning fire of hell in me I am blind can’t you see A soldier dead canot be…

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Arajuan’s Freedom: An Aldaria Journal

I sat in my prison cell, chains on my wrists and a guard at my door. I admit the first few days I struggled, yanking at my chains. I tried to get out; I swore I’d kill Gori, my father, once freed. Now I was quiet, the fight having been tortured out of me. They demanded I swear allegiance to Gori once more, and if I did, I’d be free.

A lie, I stewed, I’d be his soldier, his annihilator. That wasn’t freedom. I had tasted freedom. I lived as a commoner with my bride and children. But if I got out of this cursed cell, I could start anew. I chuckled to myself, “starting anew” what was that, anyway?

“Raset,” I called, “I know you’re standing there. I have decided.”

“Then you will slay the other prisoner? You will kill your sister-in-law, Elewyn’s half-sister?”

“I will rend her through with eclipse, my blade will strike her down,” I growled.

I knew what I was doing. Raset snapped his fingers and the chains I once fought against slid from my wrists, the door to my cell swung open. I could just taste the freedom on my lips. I walked to my sister-in-law’s cell with an air of confidence. Her voice shook as she greeted me.

“Arajuan?” she whispered, “Would you betray me?”

I do not answer as her prison door swings open. I pull my sword.

“I gave myself for your freedom!” she cried.

I could hear her desperation. She reeked with fear, I grimaced.

“So I heard and now I free you through death!”

I stabbed her in the chest, no remorse. I transmitted a thought in her final moments. I had not betrayed her. Gori would one day regret what he did.
Dear sister this blade severs the soul from the material. Meet me, let your soul be bound to the place where I bury your body. Do not appear until I can disinter you. Oh, yes dear sister I have not betrayed you, I swore on the soul of Elewyn!

I requested to be the one to bury her, and it was granted. Having proven my loyalty Gori gave me his full trust. He returned my sight, Socrates and gave me time to tend the body of my sister-in-law. I buried her in the garden off the path under the large willow tree. Later that evening when no one could follow I returned under the guise of a pleasant garden walk. There my sister’s soul stood waiting.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Soul rend, a spell that keeps the soul forever trapped in the place it died. Elewyn too was soul-rended by my sword and is trapped in the house Gori slayed her in. I swear I will undermine him in every mission he gives me. I was ordered to kill you and I did. He did not say I could not revive you.”
I hurried to unbury her body, a swift glance to her soul I stabbed the body with my sword.

“Return,” I muttered.

Her body heaved as the wound healed. She sat up and embraced me. I let her go and pulled her to stand.

“I knew I was right to trust Elewyn, it was her I saw. You confirmed it. I will leave here and go into hiding. Call on me should you need me once more sire.”
She shoved a mirror into my hands and with a final clasp of her hands she vanished.

“I will,” I whispered to the wind.

Death of Deric: Arajuan’s Army

By : Damien Knight

Souless, lifeless, breathless men
Staring, glaring underhand
Marching, scheming, none dreaming
Just move forward; my command
This my army of undead
Risen now in my stead
Listless, motionless, they do march
Stiff and determined are my men
Hordes of shadow warriors follow
Ready, slaughter, create more dead
This my army, my legacy
Ride on dragons absolutely free
Death, destruction, armed elves
Killing orcs, they all felled
Prince rising, rose blade sword
Deric dying lightening storms

 
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Torment Forever

By Damien Knight

Smile for me just a little
Don’t worry won’t hurt a bit
It’s your soul in my hands
your heart bleeding slit
Huh, you complaining crying out
It feeds me so scream
I wanna hear you shout
Cuz your pain makes me hungry
I am starved for blood
Thirsting to drink the cup
Of untamed passion
And you, I would eat up
Devouring you as you plead
Master, spare my soul
But I spare none
Destruction my goal
And when I am done
I will kiss you softly
my sweet precious one
and love you forevermore