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


Thursday, June 9, 2011

Luck It All

I once heard about a philosophy that determined much of our life evolves around our name. The concept seems absurd to think that, beyond the act of raising, our parents could dictate our life by simply branding us with a name. But, as I review my life, I can find some semblance of truth in this.
The base definition of my name is Hebrew for beloved. I was named the shortened version and thus no exact definition exists for it. So, in essence, I am derived from beloved. But this is not the form of the philosophy that I am basing my analysis upon.
My mother wished for me to have the name Elvis Cheyenne. My father stepped in and denied the name. I got lucky and therein is where I base my claims.

A review of my life shows many instances of imposing dread and catastrophe, but I always manage to get lucky and avoid or avert the worst of circumstances.

They say that it is better to be lucky than good.

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_Deitrich sensed Karen studying him and that was enough to break him from his memories of the creation of his blade dance technique. Yet his thoughts remained on the orphanage. Something there pulled at his psyche. Faces began to appear before his minds eye and he could put a name to each of them. Yet none were able to appease his search.
_In an effort to glean some sort of kinesthetic recollection, Deitrich began to trace the faces in the black sand. Not long after tracing one persons face would the sand settle upon itself to create a smooth surface. Only the most basic of outlines and feature could be achieved before the sand cleaned the slate and provided him yet another attempt.
_Deitrich shifted himself into a kneeling position and he started using both his hands to draw. Right hand would trace observed details and the left soul-hand would filling in the gaps with more exacting details and impressions. He began to chant their names as each image was completed and started to form connections to each other. His pace quickened, allowing him to complete an image, label it, and progress to that persons connection all before the sand settled at it's normal pace.
_Each person he could link back to himself only as an acquaintance or just someone he had seen at the orphanage. Not one had a direct connection back to himself and all of them seemed to be leaving a gap in their social web. This realisation caused Deitrich to pause and caused Karen to lean closer in observation.
_Deitrich stood up and walked towards the edge of the dark sea. He ignored Karen as would a lab rat navigating the maze for it's cheesy goal would a scientist. He looked again on his reflection and traced his features with his hand. He knelt down close to the surface and studied the details of his reflected ethnicity. He took note of the primarily Caucasian features with the touch of American cultural mixing in subtle details of bone structure.
_He spun around on his haunches to return to the sandy canvas. He frantically drew the outline of the right side of his face and filled in the details as with the others images. Then, as if possessed, his hands began to draw the left side of his face, yet the details bared no resemblance to his right. He memorised the details before the sand settled itself again and became haunted by it. He drew the image from memory and omitted the right half.
_The image he created resembled something very skeletal and bony. But subtle details were missing. There was no mouth and no nose. Just a bony forehead, cheekbones, and solid mandible plate. A dark circle was placed in the middle of the forehead and a line was traced down to were the tip of were his nose would be. A line was drawn upward from the left side of the mandible to the left eye socket. The line continued from the top of the eye socket to the top of the forehead. The left eye was created in something that would elude to the fact that it was colored lightly while the right looked normal. With the image created, Deitrich collapsed onto his back and a name escaped his mind, "Venge."

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