Foreward

"Venge is my dream of a hero and his quest for love. And in this dream I have to do things that scare me.

I am MidKnight, and these are my Knightmares. "

-Sunday, December 13, 2009


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Idols (cont. finally)

Anyhow, I have come to terms with my dilemma from the previous Idols blog. I had two choices; either dwell upon something that I would not possibly be able to solve, or have faith. I already dwell on too many things out of my control, having a 15 year old ghost is far beyond my abilities to comprehend. All I can really do is have faith that I will know when the time has changed.

I will have faith that, IF I was mistaken about my true love, I will be able tell when it happens for real. That, no matter how hard I may try to hide from it, the universe will set things in motion to make me realise. I will be powerless to resist her and it will just happen.I will not hope for this.
For in hoping, I deny what was.

I don't know what forces are at work out there, but I have faith that it/they knows the forces that work in here.
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Gwendolyn Sang walks down the musty corridors from her youth. It was here that she would have been served upon like royalty. As would her family. She was young and innocent and knew nothing else. But, thinking back, she now realised why her mother never smiled much.It has been three years since she fled this place. I has been three years since she left her friends, family, and everything she knew. Today she returns for answers.
Hearing footsteps from farther down incites a reaction from Gwen. She quietly leaps into a crevice located in the corridor wall. It was natural for her to remember this spot. She hid often in her youth and new all the best places. Although this space is smaller than she remembers, she is able contort herself into in. The footsteps pass her by without so much as a pause, stutter, or scuff.

I see then are still using the golems. She thinks to herself. I'm going to have to remain quiet and cautious.The footsteps fade away and Gwen leaps from hiding. She dashes along the corridor until she reaches the underground great hall.
The hall is really just a massive chamber located with the caverns. Here, the people of her childhood built and maintained shops and a city center. Today, though, they are run down and look abandoned. Gwen leaps to a nearby shop without making a sound, and scans the area. She can make out the patrol route that the Golems maintain by the absence of dust and debree on their trail way.
Gwen judges the sounds of the distant Golems, and gets set to leap to another building when she hears a disturbance of rubble. She crouches down low and scans in the direction of the sound. She can make out a humanoid figure making its way cautiously through the ruins when it suddenly stops. Gwen cups her hands to her eyes like binoculars and controls the blood flowing to them. With this ability she is able to amplify the ambient light she perceives and peer into the shadows. Although covered in baggy rags, Gwen notices that it is a female roughly equivalent in physical age to herself. She further controls her sight by telescoping in on the figure and is shocked to see the woman is looking straight back at her.
Gwen falls flat to the rooftop and resets her vision. She controls the blood flow to her muscles and makes a powerfully quick leap to the roof of the shop next door. A barely noticeable thump and dust trail leave any indication of her previous location and no signs point to her new one. She restores her blood flow to normal levels and channels a bit to her ears. She concentrates on any sound within the great hall and can only make out the stomp of an incoming Golem.
The Golem moves closer and closer. Gwen remains absolutely still that not even a breathe escapes her. The Golem stops just short of the building she is on when it lets out a loud roar. The sound of rubble being disturbed at the base of her hiding place prepares Gwen to make another leap into hiding. When, suddenly, the sound of metal cleaving into hard leather leads Gwen to believe that she is not the target. Gwen chances a look over the peak of the shop's roof and sees the battle that has taken place.
The woman in rags is quickly dashing around the Golem. The golem are fleshy in coloring but their skin is slightly harder than the most sturdy boiled leather. These Blood Golems as they are better known only resemble humans in the ability to walk upright. They possess two large, trunk-like legs that support an even larger barrel-shaped chest. Atop the chest and to the front rests a head that, although fleshy, more closely resembles a slightly flattened basketball. Two tiny eyes invade the round shape of the head and a large mouth opens to reveal small shark-like teeth. To either side of the chest, two massive arms protrude. These arms measure two-thirds of the Golems height and are larger around than even its legs. They end of one set of arms ends in a bone-like scythe while the other set ends in horn-like digits.
The massive Golem swings at the rag girl several times but fails to connect with the wiry woman. She continues to dash around it, laying strike upon strike into it with a large, flat knife blade. The strikes seem to have no affect of the massive beast, when suddenly, a strike lands in between the armoured plate hide. The Golem lets out another roar and knocks the woman into Gwen's shop. The golems roar is answered by another distant one.
Gwen realises that the situation can only get worse if she lets it. So, she puts herself in a meditative blood combat trance. This trance she has trained to perform and maintain for hours on end. She leaps to the Golems back and unsheathes her bloodforged blade. The blade measures six feet in total length and contains a three foot blade at one end offset from a one and a half foot blade at the other. Gwen positions the bloodletter blade over her head and strikes down and into the giant Golems neck behind its head and into its chest.
The mighty creature opens its mouth to let out another roar when it collapse into the ground, motionless. Gwen follows the beasts momentum to the ground and recovers with a tumble and somersault. Gwen then quickly rushes the to woman in rags.
The young woman peers at Gwen, blood slipping from the corners of her mouth. "Is that you SangGwen? Daemar, your sire, will be most happy that you have returned. As will those of us who fight against him..."
The woman falls limp in Gwen's arms.
Daemar, I thought I had watched you die ages ago. This time I won't hear your lies or deception. this time I will drain every ounce of your black blood until you crumble to the ages.

3 comments:

  1. Bah, I really have a tough time with formatting this blog to allow breaks where I want them... And I liked where this short story was going, it just took forever to get there... maybe this should be a regular novel instead of a graphic one... still didn't hit the point I wanted to make but maybe next time.

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  2. Hey, it's been six days since an update! BACK TO WORK! *cracks whip*

    n_n

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  3. Yes, master. I forget my place sometimes...

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