Return of the Past

Have you ever wondered where we are? A place between light, where time slips away The only signs are seen in grey, showing life eternally. The days are shown through yesterday's light Leaving hope and eternal strife, through fading skies We've been shown through tales of the past Look to the stars as our journey begins The return of the past saves our light Showing us truth and giving us life We only need time to give us place To sing with stars and behold our lives

Kaleidoscope

The deafening silence was of white noise It brought both light and matter closer... Closer than ever before it was not by choice This utterance of sound that comes and goes It brings life meaning that none would ever see It was no coincidence that even silence flows Peering through the kaleidoscope in twilight Seeing the blend of colors putting on the robe There is more to us this never ending dark night Showing its clarity even in dying moments of hope As we pass through glories of ever weaning peace We come to understand something in the deafening The kaleidoscope shows us what we all should taste This everlasting silence that we all must share fate Holding on so dearly that we must never release We come to feel or see that our light never fades Peering at the hourglass our sights are in focus Holding on so dearly for an ever gotten frenzy Our eyes filled with blindness only viewing solace The twisting darkness pulls us into long lost envy.

Ascended Beings

It was a place in a future where the planet was dying. A city that was one of the few refuges left for humanity. A man looking for a new life in such a dreaded wasteland. He was one of the blessed capable of using ascension powers though they were dormant and he knew nothing about it. The man was waiting in line at the makeshift quartermaster's desk, it was placed inside an abandoned skyscraper that was repurposed for handing out job postings and registration. It was not long before he was next to be served. This man was from a line of fishermen and asked for a license to fish even though it was a dying trade in times such as this. The quartermaster shrugged his shoulders and wrote up an issued license for fishing. The man gave the quartermaster his information as he finished his registration. He was given a satchel of goods that was tied in a nice package inside a woolen blanket. The quartermaster thanked him for his time and the man paid him fairly in coin and ration tickets. The man picked up his new found belongings and headed off into the building. The section of wall behind the quartermaster was ripped open and was exposed to the outside. There was a make shift railing to help prevent anyone from falling. The weather had become temperate and warm due to the drastic change from the last war of resources, which continued to rage on, but not in this place. Where people organized their own enclave and created a somewhat stable commune. The view from the opening was spectacular and the breeze made it comfortable. The man continued on heading out into the city. Passing by a market he was asked to help set up a lunch room for the orphans and refugees. He agreed to help and was promised a meal for his efforts. It did not take long as there was several volunteers helping out. He sat at a table in the front of the lunch room and looked through his pack. It contained some basic materials required for survival in this wasteland such as some antibiotics, clothing, and a water skin. There was also a small switchblade for protection and for preparing any survival need such as gutting or carving. The free meal was not fancy and only consisted of a chili and bread with a bottle of water to fill the belly and quench the thirst. The man soon finished his meal and packed up his things and moved on looking for a place to stay for a while and sleep if need be. After some time of wandering the streets he came upon a run down building only a few storeys high. The place was housing a small group of about 30-40 people. There was a mix matched kitchen on the main floor and several rooms in the above floors. On the second floor there was a cleared space that became a gym with no more than a small weight bench and some rattled practice dummies. The man checked in at the counter and asked for a room. He asked if there was a limit to how long he had to stay in case it was only temporary. The clerk replied saying it did not matter as long as you pulled your weight when needed or asked. Also there was one requirement which was attend a fitness class to keep a position as a permanent resident. The man agreed and offered the last of his coin to the clerk to reserve a room with. In moments the man had become registered as a permanent resident and was given the schedule for the fitness class.

Heading up the stairs to the 4th floor into the 8th room at the back of the building. There was no keys as most rooms were shared equally and only locked from the inside. The man knocked on the door and turned the doorknob opening the door to an empty room with 2 small cots placed at the back of the room on opposite sides of the room. The man took the cot on the left and placed his items at the top of the bed. He laid down and soon fell into sleep dreaming of days gone by and of days to come...

On the Mountain Path

On the mountain path we set our sights on the horizon Seeing our journey as we travel across the spine of rock Making a city of mountains showing us the natural order Holding onto life as it grips and stretches along its sides Still we have passage as the earth opens and winds around Keeping close to home yet flawless and reaching foreword Setting us abound looking for its treasures holding onto home Now we seek its guidance as we turn its frown hoping for forgiveness in leading us back home.

Castlewater - Rebellion for Pure Waters

The Island House:

"I, the maiden of the Island House, given the key to the oceans that lay beyond the sea. My only home in Riverside Island - Lakeview was on the precipice of fresh water and pure water. The last reservoirs in our region. This was not a time to be split on decisions as the future of our homes were in danger. I was given charge of the world beyond with the keys to the sea." The Island House was sanctuary for this faire maiden. It has held court with both Riverside and Lakeview. We have our own complications to deal with now that the deepest fresh water was losing its walls. The pure mountain rivers poured down into its hidden lake bed. Riverside was old and began to lose their mind. Showing their efforts to the maiden's keen eye. It was deplorable. The maiden's mind longed for Lakeview. We bid thee allo.

"Faire thee well Seashore Commodore, I bid thee bonjour, for life is but a fleeting moment. Please share in my time here, as I make new welcoming to our bounty." The maiden spoke fairly of the Commodore. The Commodore became accustomed to the maiden's doors, "I Ms. Island House was seeking to keep good efforts to the land of Riverside Island Lakeview. "The lands of pure mountain springs now belonged to me." The Commodore spoke well of Ms. Island House and knew not of Riverside's accident. "Please share thyne wisdom and welcome to Riverside Island Lakeview. I, Ms. Island House, maiden of the Manor, shall speak plainly with Seashore Commodore. May thyne health be good and thine souvenir be a welcome one. I have retained the pure fresh waters of Riverside Island Lakeview in good wealth. Please let me retain the keys to the seas beyond the ocean. I bid thee adieu."

Riverside Castle:

Waiting on word from Ms. Island House of her adventure to the land by a lake of freshwater. Holding onto pure mountain springs, the river flowed into the lake. Ms. Island House had a charm about her place and it always kept us in mystery. There was little time to connect with the other side it only showed us its lies. On this Riverside Castle our home of long standing, opening a new door to the maiden of the sea, from Island House where all can see. Just beyond its doors sits another in Lakeview, un saboteur. Sitting in halls of stone at Riverside Castle conjuring words of thought, a visit from the Islander who restored my soul. For whom the bell tolls I bid thee adieu.

"Faire thee well Riverside Connoisseur, I bid thee bonjour, for life is but a fleeting moment. Please share in my time here, as I make new welcoming to our bounty." This was familiar and shared in its glory, Ms. Island House was here for our wealth. "We seek council with the men of the northern lands of pure mountain spring water, I come baring new from monsieur Lakeview and his Manor, our lives are intertwined with pure fresh water of our homes. Please share thyne wisdom and welcome to Riverside Island Lakeview. As Connoisseur of Riverside Castle, it shall be done the commune of wealth and freshwater, the pure mountain springs share in our health. I accept the fresh waters of Lakeview unto the fold of Riverside. What else is there to do my... sweet agony of agonies... my life... is adieu...

Lakeview Manor:

In a place beyond the ocean sitting in a seat of land separate from the sea at shores of a freshwater lake. Opens up for the first time to a river. Sitting inside land far from salt water, this collision of fate shares its shores. Stirring new life living deep beyond all measure. The pure river water connecting with fresh lake waters falling back into the sea. In this Lakeview Manor, stronger than any fort, stands on the precipice of a new connection sitting at the entrance to the sea, an Island House for all to see. Sharing in its glory with a Riverside Amie. Sitting in Lakeside Manor penning words to paper a visit from the Islander who saved my soul. Beyond all measure I bid thee adieu.

"Faire thee well Lakeview monsieur, I bid thee allo, for life is but a fleeting moment. Please share in my time here, as I make new welcoming to our bounty." This was uncommon for it to be commonly shared, but Ms. Island House shared in our wealth. "We only seek commune for those of the inner lands of pure fresh water. I bring news from our comrade Riverside and his castle of stone, our lives are intertwined with the fresh pure water of our homes. Please share thyne wisdom and welcome to Riverside Island Lakeview." "As Lakeview Manor's monsieur, I shall welcome all who wish to share in our health. Please send my regards to Riverside and his castle. Let him know that the freshwater Lakeview welcomes pure mountain rivers to our home. With regards to Island House and her key to the ocean, we are reasonable people.

Super-Moon Rift Event

Inside a labyrinth of corridors that opened up into rooms filled with objects inside an in-cased area. At the end of each corridor there were doors that could not be opened with mere strength of the body, not even the astral body could penetrate them. There was a word for opening doors that sounded like something out of Skyrim. But it was not of this world since there is no description that can fit its characteristics. I spoke the word with ease as if I knew it for centuries. The doors blasted opened and I progressed through each corridor. It was dark and hard to make out what was there. When i reached one of the rooms it was sectioned off by bookshelves that laid bare. I turned a corner and seen an entrance to a corridor barred off by something that only fits the description of an ogre. It was a hostile room. I had no problem with dealing forces of this realm as they simply ignored me or they would vaporize on the touch of my essence. There were others in this labyrinth but they did not know they were lost. Each creature that was vaporized left behind tools that fit descriptions known as weapons. There were several weapons from my memory i counted at least ten different ones. There was enough for two tools per person there that was lost, including me. The tools i wielded were a staff that was as tall as i was in this reality, and a knife like blade that was a little longer than the height of my hand. It had a small handle on it as if it was able to be attached to the end of my staff; but i kept it separate from it. There were Sais, and twin-blades that were given to two feminine spirits that were young in appearance. There was also a large mace that was like an overgrown bat that was given to an older masculine spirit and he took a wooden sword as well. There were other tools but my memory cannot recall what they were. Before i met up with the other lost souls, as I've dubbed them, i passed through several other corridors carrying all of these tools. After the experience in the first room i was able to discern that things were engulfed in darkness. But the darkness was always fleeting as i progressed through the labyrinth. I could see other beings watching me as if i was a laboratory rat experiment. I paid no attention to them. I was able to run on walls with ease and it shown me i was in control. As i blasted into another room, before meeting up with the lost souls, i hit a trap that let loose a massive sized boar chasing me down the previous corridors i was in. It chased me back to the first room, but as we entered the first room again, the beast was not violent towards me i simply moved out of its way gave it a calm look and the beast seemed relieved that i was not afraid of it, i guided towards the ogres position in front of an inaccessible corridor, the ogre paid no attention to the boar and let it through. The ogre looked at me with intent but did not move. I headed back down to the room where the boar trap was released. And found the last corridor before the lost souls.

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As i entered into the room where the lost souls were residing they were in darkness and were fearful of me. But with one word i spoke the room and the darkness dissipated and the lost souls became aware of their surroundings and noticed me not as a threat anymore. I gave out the tools they each were suited to. We took up positions in a circle as this room was much larger than the previous ones. There was a moment of silence as the room seemed to dim out and beings of the dark appeared to surround us. But it was nothing of worry. I gave one word and the lost souls were no longer lost. They were allies. We fended off the dark energies and were about to progress into the next corridor, when i was lifted from this space and put in front of a door with stairs in front of it. I simply spoke a word and it opened up into an inclined passage. It had a label to this passageway. It was called void-space. Something told me this is where 7 sages were banished to. I reached the end of the incline which was a dark n starry landscape and in front of me sat seven sages in an odd formation that seemed familiar. It was triangular in shape. The sage that was closest to me spoke..."you are a special being..." and when i replied, "that would explain why i am tired of the simian plane..." the sages disappeared and i was sent back to a field under the moon. A spirit guide took the form of an owl and as it landed in front of me it shape-shifted into a light-being. And the owl took shape from its arm and perched on its shoulder. After that the light-being dissipated in a flash of feathers and in the form of several owls.

I was sent back to my body, not of my own will per-say, but i did not regret it either. I woke up...

There was another dream that was the precursor to the previous one mentioned above. I was at work in a late summer afternoon. It was warm and i was outside most of the day. As i stepped into the lobby it was still of decent fill. I walked into the store but there was no interaction with people it seemed barren. I headed over to the office and had a conversation but there was no memory of it, simply that there was interaction. I headed back towards the lobby peering down isles to find literally no one there. I passed the courtesy desk and reached the exit of the lobby. I went outside and noticed there was an individual in the smoke shop that i did not recognize, talking with another person behind the counter. I walked in and nodded to the person behind the counter to say I'm here to relieve them for a break. I stepped in behind the counter and found that the other individual that was there almost followed me through behind the counter; i told them that they could not, but i recognized them. And then it was of no consequence. It stated that they had no need to be here since i was the relief for the other individual. There was another interaction that happened and then i stated they did not need to be here nor were they legally allowed there but that did not bother me. I simply stated fact of this reality. And the individual nodded and had another interaction with me and left the smoke shop. Then i sat down and began an introspection of myself and that is when the labyrinth dream happened... 2 levels deep...

The Weapon Houses

House of Weapons, each with its own history, all having only one purpose to fill. Protect or Serve the will of its function a whole new world of slaying.

This is where legends live and heroes made, all for the purpose of saving one's own life... One particular faction, House of Brutality is a faction of guilds that have a standard of the Brute strength and endurance wins the war.

They have dedicated weapons from each guild holding their own select blade as the symbol of their diligence... Guild of Sworn Swords of simple duels and command strength to swords or blades of one or two hands for purpose and duty as a blade to serve and to protect... Many other factions consist of both magic and strength to many houses of weapons that only scratch the surface of a grandeur purpose simply for the sake of caring for one's own life.

To protect or to serve has always been the way for all these factions and keep life on target in order to bring order to chaos... The House of Casters live for knowledge and a keen understanding of the order of the universe that has been shared among all existence as Magic and Arcana.

These groups of deep Truths and Secrets are stored in history and shared with delicacy. Holding a conduit such as staffs, for focus of high energy... Who would have thought such wisdoms as the elements and nature would bring us such knowledge as casting and conjuring... A school divided by status made up of long buildings all attached.

The situation is dire split by Mental ailment, those of higher status are treated like slaves for their future depends on what they accomplished in this campus running year round. With little hidden pathways all through this ancient learning institution. The place is believed to be haunted and strange things on the regular...

Storming the Castle

The unending waves crash against the walls that saves High cliffs and deep bays keep privateers away... Men on foot, men at sea, riders dot the horizon skies... The calm before the storm fills the air, war creeps on... Hidden away in the keep, the Lord lays with the maid, Betrayal fills the halls... Whispers of riot shakes them all... The Lady of the Manor shivers and shutters waiting... Her cries are not heard but her resolve is at the door... The Man behind the door favours his Lady and her seed... for her line was strong and hearty, Honorable for all to see... they truly are loyal beyond belief... The fires were set and men at arms, ready to take over... The alarm sounded and torches lit, there was no going back... The man behind the door, was once more ready than his Lord... The Lady bid thanks and carried her child away, the man was far more cunning than the Lord could see, and lost all for his lady... The fires burn and the rioters churned, for their justice will soon be heard... They March in the street with no retreat and outnumber the Lord and his Hall... there was no escape and all traitors made, where none stood there was the Lord... Knives drawn, sharp and many, handed it to the end was nigh for the Lord and his Whore... ~-~ A man riding on horseback, carrying a weapon in hand. A katana so sharp, it needed its own name. Its name had always escaped his mind, a man of honor and joy. He never asked Senzokuren its name. Seeing his actions with it, only made him sane. This man of honor knew its purpose and only lived by its name. A samurai of standing, and of humble origins. The man held its purpose and lived by the blade. Only his peers among his actions, knew where it began. A life turned side-ways and held in shame. Forgotten among them as person and blade. He knew its source, and could picture its name, only to be shown rightness and held in fame. This samurai entered the castle only to be slain.

Climbing up the staircase setting the gates aflame, this man of honor drew on his blade, as the ram progressed he helped others climb. Taking a ladder from behind their lines. Many soldiers would giver their lives in vain if only their commander could deal his final duty. A samurai gone Ronin doing his best for his land. Pushing onwards this man's name will go down in flames. Though his conscience is clear he knew it was going strange.Reaching the top of the walls he could see his allies both pushing the advance while others lay in blood. He needed to keep composure as he continued on. Seeing the efforts of his resolve this man would become King. Reaching his wounded comrades this Ronin had few limits and made it known through valiant efforts, and in action. Charging onwards with sword in hand, this extension of his body and earned its name. Slicing the enemy before him the blade played magnificently. Setting its opponent the man followed through perfectly. Cutting his foe at the neck, severing the head.Samurai and his katana became stained in crimson red as the enemy began to retreat. Another fell side-ways with a cry of agony rushing through his mind. This Ronin had just cut him just above his hip. Within a moments notice the man had cut off his enemy's head.

Showing his efforts, this samurai had energized his men. They gave a glorious shout and rushed through the wall. Given the amount of progress, this man levelled his head. Dropping into bow stance, he readied his blade. As his men pushed on, this man leaped into action, surpassing his own men. Within a few short steps this samurai had stopped three of his attackers. Sending all to their ends, one had no legs, another no hands, and lastly the third simply cut in half.Long was the battle and little ground was gained. The enemy poured out from all directions with weapons in hand. This man harked his heralds and made a defensive stance. Accompanied by his allies this samurai gone Ronin earned their respect. With a coordinated effort these three fended off the attacks. All back to back, their blades flashed like lightning making little work of the other men. Though they held their ground, each suffered wounds. One severely injured, and another sorely bruised while the samurai suffered the most. Knowing his life is in danger he grasped at his wound. A spear had made contact, piercing his innards. He broke the weapon's shaft with a swift motion of his sword. Pulling out the spearhead, blood gushed from his wound. He quickly applied pressure and clotted the injury with a piece of enemy cloth, cut from his assailant's robe.

Turning to his comrades, this Ronin became a man. Seeing his neighbour slumped over and grasping for breath. They had made progress pushing the inner court. Just down this left wing, the enemy was out of sight. Kneeling beside his neighbor, this man held his friend closely. Signalling to the other to stand by their side, keeping an eye on look out. He could see the light flicker slightly casting shadows far and wide, holding his neighbour who was about to die. With the last breath over, the man began to cry.With one last word his friend said goodbye. May you rest eternally and forever at peace. The man held his katana tighter, wiping the tears from his eyes. This man lost all emotion and carried out his orders, given by his lord. This samurai has truly become Ronin, sending his friends to die. He could no longer look back, for he now had the power to send all who served him, back into the fray. He gave no sign of slowing as they pushed onward, storming the castle. With one final shout he gave out a battle cry that boomed and billowed, showing no signs of wavering.As he approached the next stairway, he rallied the survivors to his side. A top of the entrance, there wat the final challenge. Behind the enemy line, stood a door of wood and stone, an entrance to the throne room. One action from his hand, set his allies charging, slicing at their enemy. This Ronin knew there was not much time left and joined his comrades inside the charge. Willingness and adrenaline were all that was left. The doors opened behind enemy lines exposing the inner chambers of the throne room. The battle was nearly over and there was not much time left.

The man and his comrades were of skilled backgrounds and each practiced daily but nothing ever prepares you for a battle of this scale. Each took on their surroundings, circling in pairs. Showing that their teamwork was something to fear. Each equipped with a katana and baptized in their enemy's blood. Even with their scare, the enemy was still skillful and only shared their weapons. None could predict the damage that ensued. Clash of blades and screams of agony were all that were heard on that fateful day. The samurai turned Ronin was beginning to earn his name. As new lord and savior, destined to martyr.He raised his blade in protest, fighting to earn his right to be free once more. Bound by his honor he fulfilled the last wishes of his Lord. The end was near now showing no signs of slowing. They danced through the courtyard spreading crimson colours all through the sword. One step forward, the man skewered his opponent, two steps back, the man covered his injury and took another to his hand. Turning his wrist just right, the sword flashed back, slitting two throats and spinning him around. Cutting through flesh and leaving them dead. He was almost at limit while he held his blade. None there knew what was at stake.His men were tired and shrinking in numbers when suddenly over head, a flag was drawn only in white. The enemy knew this was no trick, the Ronin had just severed the King's head. Dropping to one knee, all covered in blood, the samurai seen the one who held the flag. It was none other, the lady he was to wed, She ran down the stairway only stopping at his side. The man signalled her closer, to rest his head on her shoulder and giving her his hand. I will always love you, even in death.His life was almost over as she held his weary head. If only this happened sooner, it may have been better for each of them instead. In his dying moment he whispered into her ear, "I will always love you, even though I'm dead." She was left to mourn, with his dying words echoing in her head.

Cyborg

Lost and alone in need of repair being chased by the master and his servants. One was a witch that twists the mind and rips space... Being cornered... It began repairs only to find she is already there... With little energy left a summoner appears creating an opportunity that may seem far too real. Harsh may be his methods the directions is clear accepting his option... Stealth initiated... Disappear... Being set in a drop ship carrying It here. On the opposite side of this planet's moon It is shot off into space full of stars and gloom... It will one day return with all Its things in tune... It slowly drifts between consciousness and sleep waiting for Its Truth...

In Time

In times of need, and in times of strife; We do hope our backs are watched and our life cared for... In times of fortitude, and in times of weakness, may our lives bring protection and our worth given value... In times of love, and in times of anger; may mercy reign, and our hearts cherished forever... Let times of joy, and times of sadness; never leave us empty and always smiling for more... In time of sharing, and in time of woes; let our hearts be lifted, and our tears given harbour... May our spirits live forever, in sunshine or stormy weather... For all that is meant to be in time...