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Can't wait to see how this all pulls together

got bored and gave up trying to read it

Naw, I took it out of my head, though, I do see the resemblance, but I have no reason to name it after them... oh well. My names are taken from what inspires me/ random letters I feel mix together well/ it describes who they are like. Take Havan, its sounds like Haven, a safe place. He is a repository of knowledge, a safe place. The library is like a small sleepy village, people come, people go, but there are still the few villagers who go about living their lives.

fascinating, this sounds like it could get interesting!

"Would viewer like to see the fiction inspired by the history? Or would the viewer like to continue normally. At the end, the fiction will play regardless." It waited for an answer. Amazing! The student thought, this old thing requires voice identification. "Just the history for now." The screen began to brighten, and a gigantic cigar, except with wings floated into view. It orbited earth, but it turned and faced the brightest star in the sky. It then disappeared, but not before a flare was shot towards the sun. "The man who tried to bring his world to his knees supposedly was forced to stay on the planet he bled for and watch, as the one thing in the world he loved... disappeared." The man was wearing the crown, he merely looked at the ground, not even wanting to touch it. He heard something and saw the sun, it was expanding fast, already it was a red giant, and the heat was tearing him apart. He screamed, his hands flying to his face as if they could protect him as the sun, which had by now eaten Venus, devoured the earth as well. "The Montags moved on, humanity was now their servants. They discovered that God, who they had hated, had made it so that humans could be somewhat genetically altered, but, try as they might, their experiments could only live as humans. Thus, they began to create the caste system, that has divided our world, and will continue to. "They, the Montags, chose the best specimens to be raised, until they had at least five different strains of humans with a few subdivisions in each. They were named after the many continents that had once spanned the Montag home-world. "Karmand was bred to be commanders, strategists and warriors. Kun were their brute soldiers, indoctrinated, both doctrinally and genetically for war and only for that one cause. Zai, Narca, and Damath were separate "breeds" of Kun. Toosh were given enhanced mental abilities, technicians and artisans all. And then the Sea-people were designed to be scouts and explorers, warriors of the waves, who love the water." Pictures of each nation's peoples appeared. The dark and brooding Karmandian, the brighter, and more warlike citizen of Kun, the twisted and pierced Zai, a picture of the more happy and nice looking Tooshan, and the picture of a Sea-person, which captured that nation's aura of mystery. They all appeared before their names. The Narca and Damath had no picture. "The Montags went through the universe as we knew it, going from planet to planet, searching for a new home. They divided humanity among the sister ships to the one who had conquered us. Two more societies of humans, Dukor and Ta, developed without any modification. Eventually, the Montags found another suitable planet." A bell rang. Time for recess, no one was allowed inside the buildings until recess was over. Havan sighed, and the old thing required a power cord. History waited, and it made him mad not having it.

Chapter 4 (starting in the first person) It felt weird, living, eating and hurting in a dream. I cannot call it surreal, because it felt more real than my home ever did, but it was not normal. I was kept in confinement for three days, since I didn't die of anything, nor did I show any sickness I was freed and allowed to roam as I pleased, well, as the Princess pleased. She seemed very intrigued by me, wanting to know about my world with its strong fabrics and nearly wasteful use of new metal and glass. I told her that resources abounded, and that the poorest in my country were able to eat, if they would work. And so on, until I had told her just about everything I could think of, then I asked her questions. "My world? Or rather this world? Well, Lord Father is one of the Over-king's trusted friends, he often comes over or sends gifts. He is a nice man and he told me to call him Uncle. But I don't like his son, he's mean! He kills puppies and birds and all the things I like. And he wanted to have my father marry me to him. "He said no, but unfortunately, he's the only one of similar age and rank in the entire area that speaks the same language. He is wicked, and everyone agrees that he should not be king. But we can't tell him that, he'd kill us. He tried to kill me for telling him that..." I felt a pang of sadness, what was normally a bright and happy person was severely depressed by the evil in the world. After seeing that face I made a promise in my heart to be more pure in word and action, I did not want to cause her pain. She perked up later and we both went out into the country side with the bodyguard, who still sat across from me. However, I was allowed to sit on the same side as the Princess. We had a wonderful time with the villagers; they dropped vague hints and joked with us, I couldn't help but wonder, did they think I was her fiance? Heaven forbid, but still, she was nice enough... I sometimes couldn't believe some of the things that popped into my head at that time. I kept one main thought throughout that first week there, it was still all a dream. But, I lost that train of thought that Saturday, during the Princess's birthday, as I danced with her, I decided to bring this world into my reality. What felt real, what I felt as I lived there, felt very, very real. - Chapter 5 The Over-king's son visited soon after, with another proposition, of marriage to Princess Alexandra. He arrived with his guard, five large men, whose sole purpose was to do as he wished, and they were cruel men who enjoyed their job. He marched up into the throne room as the first of the complaints against him reached the ears of the King. "He nearly ran over my son! And my son was bowing on the sidewalk!" "He had me beaten for note bowing low enough, I was bowing as low as I could!" "He had my dog killed for barking at him!" And so on, until the king finally had enough of it and sent them away. He was not powerless, but he had to follow protocol. "What do you want, not that you haven't caused enough trouble already..." The Over-King's son, Julian II, was not put off by the king's open hostility. He smirked at him, as if he were insignificant compared to his own greatness. "It behooves me to declare that the proletariat are quite egregious." He began, looking at the marks the peasants had made. "And that, similarly, your felicitous and aesthetically pleasing scion appreciates their fraternization, not to mention, the stripling." He had bent down and had rubbed his finger through the dirt, and felt it. The king did not appreciate the fact that that one person had called his precious daughter "Aesthetically pleasing" or the boy that she had actually taken an interest in was a "stripling." There were rules of etiquette to follow for land's sakes! "I would have you converse with me more politely, young one, lest I forget my tongue and my oath to your father in my anger. I can always beg forgiveness. What is your desire, then? Not that I'll grant it." "Heh." Was all he said for a while, smiling. "You comprehend? I have designs on your daughter!" He laughed, this was nothing new. The King had an answer before he had finished laughing. "I would rather die or kill her than let you touch another hair on her head!" "Now, now, protestations like that will effect naught." He turned and saw Alexandra and Kevin walk in. Alexandra was holding Kevin's hand, and he was feeling uncomfortable. "And she arrives! Do give us a hug!" He opened his arms, she walked right past him and faced her father. "Dearest daughter, please, leave! You remember who he is!" He motioned for Ted to take her to her room, but she resisted. "Lord Father, someone has killed the puppy the subjects gave me for my birthday!" She began to cry, she had cried earlier; it was a cute puppy. Julian smiled a cunning smile and began to walk up to her while her father was distracted with comforting her, Kevin had been pushed behind Ted as he had tried to reach her before her break down. He hugged from behind, placing his head against her hair. "Now, now, it'll be passable." As soon as she realized that it was the prince who was touching her, screamed and fought her way out of his embrace, trying to scratch him. He was strong though, and he began to pull her away with him. "I have my accolade!" He called, his bodyguards moved to assist him. Anaconda, who was watching from the shadows, moved in quickly. He did not want to become king, but he did love his family secretly. He drew his sword and held it between the bodyguards and Julian. "Take one step forward, and I will not hesitate to kill you, and you won't be the first people's blood I spill." His fierce glare failed to deter them, and he stabbed the first, and the rest backed off. Julian glared around him, then took out a dagger. The king was quick and knocked it out of his hands and ripped him from his daughter in a surprising display of strength. She flew into Kevin, who had maneuvered himself in front of her. He then collapsed under her, knocking himself out on the stone step leading up to the throne. She had fallen senseless herself, but was unharmed. "Take him to the dungeon. I will send a runner to inform the Over-king about what has happened. Son! Go!" Anaconda nodded and stalked off, using his eyes to dare the remaining guards to challenge him. The king and bodyguard Ted picked the two up and carried them away, hoping that they were not badly hurt. "Ted, you're getting too old, you protected me, my son, and my daughter. I'm going to have to ask you to train a replacement, sorry." Ted nodded, he had been feeling old too, he had lost his hair a long time ago. Besides, the boy had tried to protect her, and, if he was willing, he would make a fine candidate.

pity, it looked good

This will get pretty dramatic, please read!

What are you talking about? Copywright is fiercely upheld without saying, plagierism is not tolerate, also, we don't give a darn if you took some ideas from another story, as long as the words are your own, and the plot is not exactly like Eragon (which was rather cliched, when I look at it) I like the story, and I hope you post more!

(must get last word in!) Your welcome!

I know I've been writing a lot of stories here recently, but I ask your patience for one more, for now. Recently, a friend asked me: "What if you were dreaming, and you told a girl who fell in love with you to remember her and be faithful, for you and her will meet again. So, you wake up and she's next to you, what will you do, will you honor your promise?" Well, I said yes, and some ramblings about how my word is my bond etc. etc. well, I've decided to write a story about it. I will switch between 1st and 3rd person according to the scene, I will break these up with - between the paragraphs The Oath of a Dream Ch. 1. My name was Kevin, I was thirteen, and reality had not set in yet. I had just come into my own with what I was sure was the beginning of a mustache and an accompanying beard, dad said I was still too young, but still, that was my pride. I was a quiet boy then, no one really paid attention to me outside the family, but, I was like that then. I didn't need attention like the trouble-makers or the perfectionists. I was 100% unique, from my beard to my comfortable Polo slacks, if anything at all, I was sure of that. I liked video games, ones with long stories and heroes and dragons, books of the same nature would more than do in a pinch too. I also took pride in the fact that my father trusted me, and told me that I am my own man, and to never let anyone try to make me a servant outside of my own will. I still believe in that. Mom was like that too, she would hug me when I was trying not to cry and sooth me. I suppose I learned that that was the best way to comfort someone, let them say what they wanted to say, then hug them. It's worked. I also developed what I called "the paunch" and a healthy diet but lack of exercise kept me at a comfortable size. I was never out-going and I never sought things I knew I wouldn't obtain, like a princess-bride or knighthood, though, I would have absolutely loved to have such fantastic paraphernalia, I was perfectly content without them. That was who I am. Just before my fourteenth birthday, I began to really learn. I fell asleep, with a book of fairy tales plastered to my skull, and dreamed that I was falling, and that it was okay. It was strange, I was surrounded by a wonderful light, it felt like my mother's arms and warmth. I smiled as I fell everything would be alright, this dream was worth it. - Chapter 2 Princess Alexandra was called Lady Princess by her adoring subjects. She was kind and loving, she gave to poor people and often played with villagers. The subjects of the kingdom loved her dearly. Her father was the puppet-regent of a large area west of the Silver Mountains, as the snow was dirty, and it shone like silver at sunset, providing a feeling of contentment to those who looked on them. The king, Julian, was also kind and strong. He often helped people with their problems and was known as a just and righteous judge, found of newcomers and found of entertainment. He too, like his daughter, was loved by his subjects, however, he had a son. The son, Royal, was called Anaconda, and he dressed all in green. He was not kind like the princess, nor just like the king. He was strong though, hideously strong, and able to rally anyone he wanted to follow him unconditionally, if they were weak at heart. But if two good things could be said about him, he did not kill without a cause, and he had no love of money. The Princess was, as she often did, driving about the kingdom in her coach, guarded by her 'rabid,' as the prank-loving boys called him, manservant. She listened to old women, chatted with men and played with young children. She was feeling tired and wanted to go home when a bright light crashed into the forest, right next to the road that passed through. "Come on then I've got to see what that was!" She called to her manservant, who nodded. "Thank you for letting me play with Jeffry, and I hope the Wise-Woman can cure Jessica!" She called this to the house-wife, Jessica, (whose husband had run to see what had fallen) and Jessica bowed. "Your are welcome, Lady Princess! Please be careful!" Alexandra waved her hand and the carriage rattled off. The manservant, Ted, constantly watching out for anything hostile. The woods here were not lawless, but there were still animals that could pose a threat to a thirteen year-old girl. They arrived at the scene. It was a boy, in unfamiliar clothes with a peaceful expression. The husband of Jessica, a stalwart man by the name of Jonathan, was holding his staff defensively, afraid in case the boy was alien and dangerous, yet the father in him wanted dearly to help him. Ted nodded to him, and the two moved in on the boy, who was beginning to stir. Jonathan prodded him, and Kevin was hit by wakefulness faster than he could attempt saying farfigneuton. Seeing two rather well-built men hovering over him caused him to shy away. The poorer looking man looked to the larger man and received a nod. "Hey? You okay?" He nodded, it was very strange, his sudden appearance "Can you speak?" The farmer asked. "Yeeh... (gulp) yes." The two men walked off, talking, then the farmer turned toward the end of the forest, on look out. "Would you please come with me? We need explanations, and, well, this isn't the time or place for them. The King will need to talk to you. Alright, don't worry, neither I nor the princess bite." He smiled, but it didn't quite look right, his face was not built for smiling. - Chapter 3 I got in the carriage, I was positioned so that I couldn't be seen by anyone below or above the carriage. The rather disconcerting body-guard, for I had discovered his purpose by how he spoke to the princess, sat in front of me. The princess was next to him, not uncomfortable at all being close to him. The body-guard and the farmer exchanged some words before parting. I don't remember what they were, but he told the farmer that there would be rewards if he kept silent about what had happened. I remember being nervous, very nervous; I thought this might be something like a kidnapping. But the princess, whom I bowed to before entering the carriage, sensed my distress and the pretty creature smiled in my direction, comforting me. I admit that I had almost already fell in love with her. But I pulled myself together and I thanked her, on reflex. "Oh, that's not necessary," She said, in a voice that I associated most often with people that would not hurt me. "I think you're pretty cute! Oh! you're looking at Ted! Don't worry, he only bites to protect me... I do hope that lord father will let me play with him." The body-guard, Ted, nodded. "I'm sure he will if the boy is not dangerous. You, what is your name, where do you come from?" Ted looked over to me and raised an eye-brow so that the Princess could not "I... I come from America... I go by Kevin..." I mumbled, I was horrendously awkward-feeling and I could barely keep from shaking. "Kevin is not a bad name, but where is America?" "It's somewhere, uh, um..." I stuttered as I attempted to discover what it would be in this world. I had figured out that this place was a completely new world to me. "Oh, let Kevin (giggle) be! He's obviously has been through a lot, after crashing like that. How about I tell you a little about where we are! We live in Harro, my father is king, but he serves someone that controls everything! I have an icky brother named Royal, but everyone calls him Anaconda because he dresses in green. And I am Princess Alexandra Jopp!" She smiled at me, I could give no reply, my tongue was tied. I guess I had passed out because I arrived at the castle as quick as blinking. The man whom I assumed was king was directing a servant as he hung a flag, bearing an unfamiliar code of arms. Decorations were everywhere, obviously, a big event was being prepared. "Lord father is hosting a grand ball for my fourteenth birthday! It's going to be in one week so you had better come!" She called as she waited for me to be let out of the carriage. She then launched herself as a giant hug into the king, who took it without flinching. "Lord father! Look! he fell from the sky! His name's Kevin!" She then went into overdrive, while the king listened to it all. He looked at me, sizing me up and after a few minutes he whispered to the afore-mentioned servant, who escorted me into a sparse, but comfortable bedroom, the king and Princess Alexandra followed. The servant then brought in new clothes. "I hope you don't mind, but the king has instructed that we do away with your clothes, and burn them. He said that you don't look like you have a disease, but we have to be careful." I groaned, I knew many, many baths and scrubbings were to follow this, and I didn't look for it. - Alexandra dashed around inspecting the courtyard decorated in clothe, she poked, prodded and adjusted as Ted followed her around, in case she should [puncture] herself. Her father had gone to attend to Kevin, and every now and then she asked Ted if she could see him, will he be able to dance at the ball and so on and so on. Thankfully for her fit, but now fatigued guard, she mellowed and began to read her book. The villagers had given the finest of calf and sheep stomachs for the pages, and the leather was embossed with gold. It was illuminated by the personal scribe of the Over-King, who was great friends with her father, and had the most wonderful stories in it. Elves and dwarves populated the world, and giants fought with men, swords and shields were taken everywhere, and heroes fought epically with scary fiends. It was an early gift from everyone, even her brother had given a jeweled silver bookmark to mark her place. However lovely it was, she loved people more, and that boy just left her too distracted to really enjoy it. Why are new people so interestingly mysterious? That's all tonight everyone

its okay, we've all done something like that before.

As unoalexi would say... "Rats from a sinking ship..." Anyhoo... I like, but isn't a 'one' of anything called an ace?

Aegis world capital: Spy network HQ The two agents stood at attention, they were in front of their boss. He was a completely nondescript middle-aged man. He was neither tall nor short, fat or thin. His eyes were a dull gray, giving him no personality, and made you forget exactly what he looked like as soon as you left him. His teeth were not quite straight, but not crooked, and his hair, which had a very common cut, was brown. He watched them, gaging how much they had figured out by their written report and their faces. He then stood up and looked out the door, then, he locked it. "I hope you understand," he began in a completely common and level, soothing even, voice, "that you are not invaluable, and that I am choosing you two because of your exemplary conduct and because I don't want more people than necessary to know about this. "I need you to find these two people, or, their graves." He moved to his desk and picked up two pictures. The blood test had been quick, and he held the only copy of the results. "Mr. and Mrs. Tidal, first names: Harold and Sarah, common names for sure, but still, we believe that they are the parents of Genesis, the Fifth, code-named Ares, god of war." He let it sink in before continuing. "You would know the parents better as Generals Tomoya and Tomoyo, heroes of the First Conclave war." He noted the look of consternation in the eyes of the right hand agent and nodded. "Sir, forgive my ignorance, but, we never ceased hostilities since their creation." "That is true, but, we, of the Spy Network, have discovered that there is definite differences in strategy and leadership, we are currently in the third war, however, sources state that a fourth, and final war shall come. And we MUST win this for the fate of what the common man believes. This folder must be memorized within an hour, and it must remain here. Its only five pages, I suggest you split up. One of you take the father, the other, the mother. That is all I have to say. I am not available for comment until your hour is up." He stood and unlocked the door. He then sat in his chair and merely looked at the two, who had sat and begun to read. ---------Conclave Holdings------ Jupiter watched the three assassins, calm and collected, they were the best they had, and were too powerful for any one member of the Conclave to handle, and that was why he had chosen that group. They noted the address and walked off, they had never said a word... -Genesis' mansion- The three walked up the steps. The dwelling of a peasant, or a lord would not make any difference to them. They killed, they had no time, nor desire to think about luxury, or the lack there of, the only luxury they took any interest in was weapons, many, many weapons. The door bell depressed easily, Alexia, in her long periods where she was the only one in the house, had oiled everything. They waited. Alexia opened the door. "May I help you?" "Is this the residence of Lord Genesis? And if it is, may we see him? We were with him in his last major campaign, as officers." Alexia smiled. "He told me that you guys were some of the best, please, come in!" "Thank you," the center one smirked, "But we'll let ourselves in." He lifted his hand and a hole opened, and a metal tube extended an inch from his palms. Alexia's eyes widened, the she used the Iron Skin technique and the gernade shot her straight through the second door to the hall and into the next wall. "Genesis! Come out! We, the Three, have been directed to kill you!"

Very good, I'm afraid I could not visualize the character, but I could see the scenery very well, I will look forward, like I do to many stories, for the next chapter. Varrock Library is my favorite space, not too large, not too small...

whoops... I am currently waiting patiently for Confused Flames review.

Now... I believe it doesn't matter what people write about, just as long as it isn't obscene. Simple as that.

Correct, if you peruse and read one of my stories (or Archimage's/Sephiroth King's/Teh langzor's etc.) you will discover we use good grammar and absolutely no chat-speak unless that is how one of character talks (if you want to see an example, see Confused flames, one of mine, I try to make nearly every character talk uniquely... JAAAAH hajjahjjahah! (unique laughs too!)) Even so, it is generally frowned upon. Just type like you were typing a report for your teacher or something.

a little choppy, but very good, I almost felt transported to the bar, Troll base, etc. I had wondered why I hadn't seen you around in a while. What ever you do, don't take it to the Geek-squad, your local geek (provided you're nice to him/her) can do much better... The Geek-squad overcharges and are not as good as most techies, also, they'll make you buy stuff you don't need at extra-ordinate prices.

Basically, its the form of typing that is prevalent in most internet conversations, you said... "i dont want to write about the 3 dueling bc that is common but i now know wat im goin to write about but wat is chat speak?" If you want to be accepted here, at least capitalize your "I"s "I don't want to write about the three fighting because it's common-place, but I now know what I am going to write about, but what is Chat-speak?" I know I put my own spin on correcting it, but this is around what it's supposed to look like.

Thank you very much! I do love hearing comments, otherwise, it seems that no one reads it, even though the "look-count" goes up.

yeah, I remember those two, they were fun to have around and made the library truly interesting at the time...

sounds too much like a hybrid of a newspaper and history book

You're still using chat speak... #-o

First of all, don't use chat speak. When you get that down, then... What kind of story do you want? An epic? A comedy? A history? A poem? Also, what do you want to happen, we have yet to see the fall of the Aviantese written, or some such thing. What do you like most about the god wars? write about it.