<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694</id><updated>2012-01-26T02:12:15.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live YOUR Life:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4919137015731111929</id><published>2012-01-22T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:10:43.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need help... I've lost my muse. I no longer have the inspiration to continue with the Talons of the Earth series.... T.T... I need a while to regain my inspiration. So, erm.. for those of you who are reading, please be patient...(not sure if anybody is still reading it :P)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So.. Anyway, just to fill the space and in an attempt to regain my muse, I'm going to keep posting stuff about my life and some interesting stuff that I find or see or experience :D!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;................................................................................................................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, so this is a poem entitled "The Rainy Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He's an English poet.. really old I think. It's a really awesome poem, in my opinion :D Check it out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;day&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;cold,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dark,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dreary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;rains,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;wind&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;weary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;vine&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;clings&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;mouldering&amp;nbsp;wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;every&amp;nbsp;gust&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;dead&amp;nbsp;leaves&amp;nbsp;fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;day&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;dark&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dreary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;cold,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dark,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dreary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;rains,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;wind&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;weary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;thoughts&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;cling&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;mouldering&amp;nbsp;Past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;hopes&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;youth&amp;nbsp;fall&amp;nbsp;thick&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;blast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;days&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;dark&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dreary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Be&amp;nbsp;still,&amp;nbsp;sad&amp;nbsp;heart!&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;cease&amp;nbsp;repining;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Behind&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;clouds&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;shining;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Thy&amp;nbsp;fate&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;common&amp;nbsp;fate&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Into&amp;nbsp;each&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;rain&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some&amp;nbsp;days&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;dark&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;dreary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="color: midnightblue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favourite line is the second last one: Into each life, some rain must fall. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the most epic thing I've read all year. I truly believe that into every life, some rain must fall. It's just how much rain we allow to fall, and how willing we are to look for shelter or open an umbrella. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life's Rain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes life gets hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sometimes the rain goes on pouring,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;but as long as we can brave the storm,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;soon the sun will be shining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;As long as we have the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;To look for that ray of sunlight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;As long as we have the strength to go on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;No one can stop our urge to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To seize the day is our mission,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To brave the storm, our aim,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To see the eagle soar above the clouds,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And strive to do the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Clouds won't go unnoticed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Into each life rain will fall,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;It's up to us, strolling through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To decide if we can stand tall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A smile, a laugh and a free heart,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is all we need to stay strong;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An umbrella might come in handy too,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And remember: The rain won't last long :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...........................................................................................................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope that was nice. I haven't written something like that in a long time. I hope I haven't lost my talent yet... But, I know this can't replace a chapter of Talons of the Earth but I'm sorry, the current chapter is going real slow... Be patient. I promise that when it's done, it will be good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4919137015731111929?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4919137015731111929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4919137015731111929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4919137015731111929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-help.html' title='I need help :('/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-9128497117268185786</id><published>2011-12-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:08:34.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Profile #6 - Aurora Maestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Aurora Maestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Height: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;175cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Family: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Maestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Siblings: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sakura Maestro (Younger sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Relationship status: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dating&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Brandon Hakuryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Personal Description: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;She has long dark-brown hair which reaches until the middle of her back. She has a heart-shaped head, with big green eyes, a small sharp nose and soft, pale pink&amp;nbsp;lips. She has very&amp;nbsp;fair skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aurora wears a&amp;nbsp;white tube-top with a short-sleeved red leather jacket. Both the jacket and the tube-top end a short way above her belly-button. She pairs it with a pair of black leather pants and a white belt. Durable, but actually quite comfy and flexible. She tops it off (or bottoms it off)&amp;nbsp;with a pair of black heels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aurora is really strong and her toned arms show off her strength. She's the type who doesn't care too much for the "delicate female" look and she and Ruby often have heated debates on Ruby's habit on concealing her toned build while Aurora prefers showing off her muscled arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Beast form: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Burning Runner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Maestros are a strange family. Unlike the other families who usually have a specific beast form or a few select beast forms, the Maestros generally have strange beast forms that are quite rare and unique. No one knows why. Aurora and Sakura are good examples of this, but let's focus on Aurora first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Burning Runner is actually a rare species of bird that is a cross between a road-runner and a phoenix. They have the firepower and the appearance of phoenixes but with longer and stronger legs. They can fly too but prefer to run along on their strong legs, and can achieve great speeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being so physically gifted, Runners generally prefer using their talons to kick and scratch, and using their powerful legs to escape. They do not care much for their fire-related abilities unless it is used to strengthen their physical attacks. Therefore, Runners(and Aurora in particular) who specialize in other elements rarely bother with their Fire Manipulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Element Preference: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Earth. Although Aurora, being a Burning Runner, has a natural aptitude for fire, her other characteristics, such as her personality and her fighting style, are not compatible with it. Therefore, she doesn't use it much and prefers to manipulate Earth instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Abilities brought to Earth: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Earth and Fire Manipulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Signature move: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tanker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Description of SM: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Aurora is, by nature, a very strong and stable fighter. However, she doesn't care much for precision as long as she can get the job done. This explains her preference for earth manipulation and it also shows in her SM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Tanker allows Aurora to create an enormous giant shell of invisible force around herself, much like really thick armor or a robot suit to protect and fight with. It forms a sort of second body around her and it has hands and fingers too.&amp;nbsp;When activated, she will appear to float in mid-air about 10 metres off&amp;nbsp;the ground and a slight tremble in the air around her can be seen. Any actions she carries out will also be carried out by the Tanker and she can cause massive damage with it. A simple slap from her palm can break most barriers, and it takes A LOT of serious damage to actually break through the incredible defence that the Tanker provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Special Abilities: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Life Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Aurora and Sakura were orphaned and separated when they were still very young. Their parents died in a battle during a war between the previous generation of the Assembly of Lune and a group of rogue Leandasians who didn't like the special treatment that the Assembly got. Michael believed that these rogues were responsible for many of their parents deaths, but he couldn't prove it as the rogues&amp;nbsp;had all been rounded up and wiped out before he was old enough to handle such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aurora's Leandasian subconscience and her precious position in the descendance of the Maestros had caused her body to revert to its beast form and find shelter and protection for itself. You could say she had abandoned her sister, but her sister had actually left around the same time that she did and they were both too young to know any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She had spent almost a year or two living out in the wild, nothing but a mere beast, until she stumbled upon a hidden camp filled with Burning Runners. It turns out that they were an ancient, secret colony of Burning Runners that had cut themselves off from the world, seeking solace from the&amp;nbsp;indifference that the rest of society&amp;nbsp;treated them with&amp;nbsp;simply because of their preference of runnig over flying and their supposed "lack of elegance" as compared to their more common and beautiful Phoenix cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aurora was still very young and in a state of shock so the colony simply welcomed her in and brought her up as one of their own. They were impressed with her talents and abilities (courtesy of her Maestronian blood, but they didn't know), and were very proud to have her there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Despite her brawny appearence,&amp;nbsp;Aurora had a calm and&amp;nbsp;logical mind, and helped the colony in many ways and through many hardships.&amp;nbsp;As she grew up, she quickly rose to become one of the leading members of the colony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Soon after&amp;nbsp;Aurora had become a member of the colony's Council, Michael and Brandon heard about Sakura's(yes, Sakura had already joined them) long lost sister. Upon finding out that she was a Burning Runner, they set out to look for her. Chance had led them to the colony and they had stayed there for a while, telling the members of the colony about their quest. The colony still didn't know where Aurora had come from so they told the two brothers that they didn't know anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aurora, who still remembered her past, didn't want them to leave just yet, and she had taken a shine to the younger twin (that was how she thought of him. How she knew which was younger or how she could see any difference between the two is anybody's guess.) So she invited them to stay a while longer, reasoing that the journey must have been tiring and that they looked like they could use a rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Michael agreed when he saw the attraction between his brother and the young Council member. At the end of their stay, just as Brandon and Michael were about to take their leave (Brandon, somewhat reluctantly), Aurora revealed that she was the one they were looking for. Michael responded that he knew all along, but wanted Aurora to be willing to admit it herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, Aurora said her goodbyes to the colony, thanked them for their support and she followed Michael and Brandon back to the Mansion. She and Brandon were so happy that they could be together and Michael left them to it since Aurora WAS an official member of the Assembly of Lune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Runners at the colony, or at least, the more experienced ones, were very good fighters and they had taught Aurora a lot. Michael and Brandon were very impressed with the skills and talents she already possessed. They didn't need to teach her much other than to polish up some of her abilities and skills and after that, she was good enough to develop them on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aurora and Sakura had some mixed feelings the first time they met, but they soon warmed up to each other and are now once again the sisters and best friends they used to be. As for Aurora and Brandon, their's was almost love at first sight so they didn't have any trouble at all but they insist that they don't want to get married yet so that they can enjoy the feeling of being boyfriend &amp;amp; girlfriend for a bit longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aurora is really good and she hopes to be able to compete with her boyfriend and his brother someday. She works hard on her own and prefers to do so without supervision from Michael or Brandon. She's doing okay and because of her outgoing nature, she's popular among the Assembly. She's happy, strong, and in love, so that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-9128497117268185786?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/9128497117268185786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/character-profile-6-aurora-maestro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/9128497117268185786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/9128497117268185786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/character-profile-6-aurora-maestro.html' title='Character Profile #6 - Aurora Maestro'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4176242929711661051</id><published>2011-12-23T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:00:39.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 As - IS it a big deal? 八个A - 有酱好meh？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Okay, so I just posted two CPs, so I'm gonna do a filler before posting the next CP and the next chapter :P. Just for fun. Oh, and this filler is gonna have some chinese in it, just for the sake of change :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;前天，我收到我的PMR成绩。哈哈，我拿到八个A！！（Sorry，给我 “串”一下 ：P）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;可是，我看到很多人手上拿着的文件都印着美美的一排 A，很多人都很开心的抱来抱去。虽然我也是其中一个，but，我觉得这样好像有点没意思咯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;八个A，突然好像不是很难得到那样。Okay lar， 我酱说好像对那些没有拿到八个A的人有点对不起，but你们大部分也是拿到七个A，六个A吗。可能语文科有点难，可是。。。Other than that，科学、数学、地理、英文，都很简单咯。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;我拿到八个A过后，一开始很轻松 but after that 我真的没有 feel 了。家人也一样，一开始为我高兴，称赞我话语能拿 A，之后又讲我很幸运，他们改得很轻松。。。弄到我也不觉得有什么了不起。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;PMR，真的没什么难啦。我想：我们花了三年的生活为这次得大考做准备，我们考试前的那段时间埋头温习了三年的书，我们大考后紧张地期待着成绩。。。值得吗？文件上的八个A，真的值得我们付出的一切吗？你觉得哩？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okay, writing in chinese is hard :P Yeah..I think I'll continue for a bit (just a short bit), in English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;SO, really, was it really worth it? I remember how the teachers kept pressuring us and how strict they were and all the work we had to do... All for this?? It's a bit of a waste, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I don't know why I'm writing this. I got the best results I could have gotten, I'm happy. I went out and celebrated it yesterday too :D! Okay, let's talk about that instead XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So，昨天早上，我们一家人为了做圣诞节的最后准备，去了MidValley买东西。我家人最近上瘾了Mcdonald's的早餐。So，我们9.30就去到那边（我前一天晚上三点多才睡。。。OMG，累死我XP）。我们在那边走来走去，很快就变得很显，幸好 LimWei 那个时候刚刚好打给我，叫我过去BaskinRobbins找他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;我、仲、LimWei、Jas、燕琪 和 JiaHwei 一起去了 RedBox XD！ 超爽哩！三为女生来得有点迟，but我们还是有机会唱得很爽！昨天是我第一次吃RedBox的buffet，蛮不错喂！他们有炒粿条，炒饭、糕点、咖喱、salad 和马来西亚最出名的 “椰浆饭”，我吃得很饱：D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;过后，Jas 将她要去走走。So，我们离开RedBox去陪她走走 XD 途中，我们经过BaskinRobbins。这时候，燕琪说要请我们吃BR哩！！！哇，没想过她会酱大方咯；D So Nice！！！我们走多一下子，我的妈妈就叫我过去他们那边，我就被逼跟他们讲byebye。T—T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okay，啦。我懂我讲得有点显。But，其实蛮好玩一下咯。何况我前几天不能去哪里因为生病，现在又有得去庆祝一下好成绩，真是太爽啦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;哈哈，我发现我打得字好像都是废话。。。Nvm，下一次有机会、有灵感，我才会敢用华语写Blog，不然的话会像酱乱。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;好，我头脑已经被挤干了。下次再见吧 :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4176242929711661051?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4176242929711661051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/8-as-is-it-big-deal-meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4176242929711661051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4176242929711661051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/8-as-is-it-big-deal-meh.html' title='8 As - IS it a big deal? 八个A - 有酱好meh？'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-9054743082408023768</id><published>2011-12-22T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:30:47.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Profile #5 - Brandon Hakuryu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brandon Hakuryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Age: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;185 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;67 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hakuryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Siblings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Michael Hakuryu (twin brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Relationship status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dating&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Aurora Maestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Personal Description: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pretty much the same as Michael (they're twin remember?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tall, black hair, almost resembling dark blue. A bit messily spiked in an undeniably attractive way. Skin mildly tanned. Eyes also a dark blue in colour. Diamond-shaped face. Defined jaw but not too strong. Broad shoulders. Not overly buff but has a well-toned body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;However, his choice of clothing is different. He wears a red, turtleneck, woollen, sleeveless shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes, similar to Michael's. To top it off, he wears a black overcoat that reaches to his knees. It's pretty fitting even though he usually leaves it open. Admittedly, it's a more modern choice of clothing than Michael's but Michael's is more epic, no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Beast form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Element Preference: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Abilities brought to Earth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Earth and Wind Manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Signature Move: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wings of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;As Michael is the Dragon of Light, and his Level 2 and Level 3 SMs reflect that quality, Brandon's SMs all reflect his attributes as the Dragon of Darkness. The Wings of Darkness are pretty much a manifestation of his dark power. They are mainly used as a shield to defend him and others from pretty strong attacks. When sharpened into blades, they are also pretty useful as weapons. Legend has it that if the Dragon of Darkness unleashes its full power, it can use its Wings of Darkness to plunge the whole of Leandasia into darkness. Michael, being Brandon's twin and knowing the full extent of his power, believes that Brandon is capable of unleashing this power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Special Abilities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hakukage Sharingan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Refer to Michael's CP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life Story:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Brandon's childhood was pretty much the same as Michael's. He was just as good and powerful as Michael, with his own unique qualities too. However, because Michael was older than him by a few minutes, Michael was the one chosen to be the successor of his father as the Ruler of Dragons and the possessor of the Draconus Accio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Naturally, the usual tale of being left out and always getting the second banana ensued. Brandon didn't mind at first but he was still a kid and it soon got on his nerves. After their parents died, Brandon blamed Michael for their death, saying that Michael should have been stronger to protect the family, but Michael was still only 14, just like him. Things were a bit rough for a while, but they didn't get any better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A short while later, overrun with grief, Brandon lost control and the Dragon of Darkness, and the evil that the power unfortunately came with, took over him. He ran away and had caused much trouble for the people of Leandasia who had grown to fear him. Michael hadn't known about his identity. He thought that his brother was dead, and the Dragon of Darkness had been unleashed upon his death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Michael, seeing as how the Dragon was technically a member of his family AND his responsibility as the current Dragon King, set off to capture him and/or take him out. However, after sealing the Dragon, he realised that his brother had been alive all along and had been controlled by it. He was glad to have his brother back, but their reunion was &amp;nbsp;not exactly a joyful one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brandon had come to terms with his parents' death, and he no longer believed that Michael was in any way accountable, but he also felt ashamed that he had let the Dragon take over, and he felt that he may never be able to undo the damage he did, the lives he destroyed and the destruction he had cause by abusing his power. He had become so depressed that the Dragon had almost been unleashed again. Michael was worried for his brother, and the general well-being of the Leandasians, so he tried his best to console him, to help him and to keep him sane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It wasn't really helping, so Michael decided to ask him to help find the members of the Assembly of Lune who had been scattered due to the various mishaps in their pasts.It was during one of these trips that Brandon met Aurora. From their first meeting, Michael knew that this be Brandon's chance to break free, that Aurora would be the one thing that might help him break from the despair. As luck would have it, Aurora WAS a member of the Assembly of Lune and she was willing to join them in the Hakuryu Mansion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aurora and Brandon grew closer and eventually started dating. In fact, their pretty much married but, just to keep the flame alive, they don't want to go that far yet. So, with Aurora and Michael's help, Brandon forgave himself, and is now working his level best to help Michael keep both Leandasia and Earth safe. He's still as powerful and Michael and the two are still battling each other to see who will win. He's training as hard as he can and enjoying most of his free time with his girlfriend. All in all, compared to the way his life started out, it's now pretty good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-9054743082408023768?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/9054743082408023768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/character-profile-5-brandon-hakuryu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/9054743082408023768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/9054743082408023768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/character-profile-5-brandon-hakuryu.html' title='Character Profile #5 - Brandon Hakuryu'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4317970385336064846</id><published>2011-12-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:31:36.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Profile #4 - Uriko Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Uriko Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Age: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;165 cm (Yeah, she's kinda' small.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Weight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;50 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Siblings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Leo (His name is just Leo. He's almost legendary and probably won't be mentioned in this story. I might write one just for him and some of the other characters not mentioned in this story.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Relationship status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Bakuryu HanaUmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Personal Description: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Uriko has long straight blonde hair that reaches down to the middle of her back. She sometimes dyes it brown so as to not be compared with Ruby. In this story, it's still blonde. SHe has the appearance of a really pretty schoolgirl, with big hazel eyes, a small button nose, an average-sized mouth with perfect pale lips. She wears a white turtleneck sweater made with a tight, short-sleeved light grey jacket that she leaves open. The jacket ends above her belly button. She wears short white pants white a thin, dark-grey belt. Her choice of shoes are pink sneakers (to add some colour to her outfit).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Beast form: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Cat (The Leos generally all have cat-like beast forms. Leo is a Lion and their father, Neptune, was an Orc Tiogre - a Sea Tiger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Element Preference: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Uriko generally doesn't use her elemental powers too often. Her specialty lies in her abundant source of pure energy which, on Leandasia, can be shaped and used on its own. However, because of the influence of her brother and her father, she is pretty good at fire and water manipulation. She has a slight preference for water, as her attribute is the moon, but it doesn't make much of a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Abilities brought to Earth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Water and Fire Manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Signature Move: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lightning Paw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This unique and powerful ability allows Uriko to concentrate all of her vast amount of energy into her hands and feet. It can result in physical attacks that pack quite a punch. Also, she can channel the ability through her hands and feet to release powerful blasts of energy that can cause mass destruction. Another interesting feature of this power is that Uriko can use it to detect energy. She cannot classify it or identify it, but usually, when she wishes to find a large source of energy (either to track it or to steal from it), she can do so using her Lightning Paw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Special Abilities: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Call of the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The Call of the Moon is a like a really powerful scream. It's an expression of pure power and can do great things if used in the right situation. But, it's very unstable (how DO you control a scream anyway?) and can will destroy anything in its path so unless she actually WANTS to do that, she won't use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life Story:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Uriko started out as an ordinary teenager. She had known her brother and her father, but she didn't know that they were legendary beings. Her brother, Leo, was also called Leo of the Sun, or Helios, the Sun God. He is only her half brother, as they have different mothers, and Leo is much, much older (although he appears only slightly older). Her father is Neptune, the Sea King. He was, before Michael, the King of Leandasia. He was a great man, kind and thoughtful. He had absolute control over the oceans and he very old. Maybe a few hundred years old, with Leo being a little over hundred.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Uriko had stayed with her mom for most of her life. Her mom was an ordinary Leandasian, skilled, but not particularly special. They were often visited by Leo and Neptune, and Uriko knew they were her family, but she didn't know that they were away because of the responsibilities they had in Leandasia. She thought that they just travelled a lot because of their work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When Uriko turned 13, her mom became ill, and when she was 14, her mom passed away. Uriko was greatly saddened, but she couldn't turn to her remaining family for comfort. Michael was instructed by Neptune to care for her. But he too didn't know who she was. He took care of her, trained her, and he realised that she was quite talented and powerful, but he didn't know why either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The Leo family was special. Its members were few, they lived for very long and they always had incredible, legendary power. Leo, Uriko's brother, is the successor of Auros, who was the last Leo to be given the Grant of Helios, a binding contract that requires a member of the Leo family to be called to tend to the Heart of the Sun, the eternal flame that keeps the chemical reaction in the Sun's core burning continuously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Neptune was the King of Leandasia and the Lord of the Oceans. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Uriko herself possesses the Lightning Paw and the Spirit of the Lunar Cat. It was another special quality passed down in the Leo family. It gave her the Call of the Moon ability and her Signature move. She discovered it during the same battle that Bakuryu discovered his Infinity Arrow. He hadn't known of its fatal potential and had directed its full force at her. In an attempt to save her own life, Uriko had released unlocked her hidden powers and discovered her Lightning Paw which she used to destroy the Infinity Arrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Michael, who had been observing the battle, had immediately taken her to see Neptune and demanded an explanation. That was how they learned of her true past. Uriko was angry at Neptune and Leo for lying to her, but they told her that it was her mother's wish for her to be kept safe. Uriko forgave them and she decided to work with her newfound powers to become a better fighter. She officially became a member of the Assembly of Lune after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Uriko and Bakuryu had met shortly after Michael had taken her in. They didn't like each other at first, in fact they were sworn enemies, but after a while, they became friends, and they grew to love each other. But they're still young so they decided to remain dating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Uriko's talented and she has a more critical and logical mind than Bakuryu who's powerful but can be kinda' reckless sometimes. She has a legendary amount of power and someday, she hopes to be able to contend with Michael and Ruby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Uriko's having a good life right now. She has her powers and her skill and her friends and her boyfriend. Her family is still kinda' messed up but she's grown to love them too. So, yeah, that's about it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4317970385336064846?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4317970385336064846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/character-profile-4-uriko-leo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4317970385336064846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4317970385336064846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/character-profile-4-uriko-leo.html' title='Character Profile #4 - Uriko Leo'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1055859460684377331</id><published>2011-12-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:38:25.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler - Why go through the trouble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Guys, I have the next chapter worked out in my head, but I'm not ready to post it yet :P. It may take a long time, but this chapter will be special. I can promise you that :D! Anyways, before I post that, I'll have to post Uriko's, Brandon's and Aurora's CPs, so, watch out for them. For now, here's a little filler chappie that I felt like doing. Actually thought of turning this one into a NEW BLOG, then I realised it's too much work so I'll be "tumpang-ing" this blog which, so conveniently, already exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. If you're not Malaysian, "tumpang" means to hitch a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..........................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Okay, so recently, I keep hearing from a few different sources (e.g. friends, the news, my dad) that the government in our country is REALLY messed up. Some of the sources even went so far as to say that the whole world is messed up, which is actually kinda' true :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So this got me, a very simple-mided person, thinking about it and trying to find the answer to a simpli question - WHY? Why go through all that trouble and control people and manipulate them and use money and bribes and deceit and power to force people to do crap that they really don't want to do? And does this actually benefit you (the jerk who is manipulating people)? In what way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If money or economy or currency (or whatever you want to call it :P) is something so inconsequential that you can manipulate it or throw it around as you like, then why would you bother to actually mess with it? Is it FUN?? What kind of twisted thinking is that? Those people who are the source of that kind of thinking should be SHOT &amp;gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And, as for the people who are just going along with it and accepting the manipulation and the bribes, are you STUPID?? Is the cash really worth seeing crooks run free and honest, good-minded, kind-hearted people get imprisoned?? Where is the love, man??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's really strange to think that there are people out there who prefer making the world a worse place than it is now, and the ONLY reason (as I can see) that they do it is because they are certain that they will be sitting on the throne of that world of darkness and lies and despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Take Kim Jung-Il for example, he wanted his people to starve and he blocked all the trade and he ruled with an iron fist out of nothing more than greed and sheer SPITE. Come on! What is that?? If I were the ruler of N. Korea, I would've been a really good, nice man who would do the best for his people and improve the nation's trade and actually try to beat South Korea's economy so that I can prove that I'm better than them and that they should have joined me all along by actually showing that I can become MORE ADVANCED and PROSPEROUS than SOUTH KOREA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But nooo, the idiot had to starve his people and use the money to fund the construction of nuclear warheads to be fired randomly at other countries and try to show I'm better by attacking others. That's not called being better. That's called being a bully, the type whose insecure coz' he's got a small weiner and he has to beat up others to make his small weiner seem bigger :P That's just pathetic. And look at South Korea, they're awesome! LG, SAMSUNG, HYUNDAI, Girls' Generation, 2NE1, SuJu- They're ALL from South Korea! And what has North Korea done? Nothing much unless you count making 3 quarters of the world hate you as a "historical achievement". North Korea really needs some kind of major revolution just to become a respectable country once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, speaking of that, Kim Jung-Sick is dead. I didn't really care about him when he was alive, but now he's dead, all I can say is, "Good Riddance :P" And the people were documented to be banging their fists on the ground in grief? They probably went mad with joy or were laughing their hearts out till they started tearing up. If I were them, I soo WOULD NOT MOURN! That's theory No.1.&amp;nbsp;Theory No.2 is that they were probably being held at gunpoint with the command to "Express your inconsolable grief or prepare to eat lead." Seriously, I wouldn't put it past them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But then again, North Korea is the least of my concerns. How about where I actually live? Malaysia. It's not doing that great either. If you want to know how "awesome" it is, let's bring back South Korea into the picture. We began our existence around the same time that South Korea broke away from its northern counterpart, but look at us and them. Who's the monkey and who's the homo sapien? You decide. We were actually flying skywards at some point, you know? We actually became advanced enough to earn some respect. But now? People all around the world are losing faith in us. Investors who once thought that we were the most advanced country in SE Asia have now moved on to Thailand and Vietnam. Vietnam, who was once ridiculed by many as a farmer's nation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And what is the cause of the problems in our country? Corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Corruption in Malaysia is so bad that the people who are supposed to be fighting corruption are also giving in to bribes. And the worst part is, if there are actually kind-hearted, honest people who want to help the country and fight the bad guys who have managed to poison the system (some of which are sitting in some of the top seats..hint hint), they are taken out. Either through some serious bribing or by sheer force, false lawsuits, kangaroo courts (a phrase I learned today, it means a fake court in which the judiciary is completely biased and where both the defendant and the prosecutors could be bought over or are on the same side. How this is possible, I don't know.), and even MURDER. This is what our country has come to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Simple examples- the widely publicized "suicide" of Teoh Beng Hock, and the less well-known death of Ahmad Sarbani Mohamed, who was leading a corruption investigation involving 62 customs officers during the time of his death. This is terrible. It's like the bad guys are taking out ANYONE who has even a small shred of good in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm worried for our country. We may have good natural resources, freedom from natural disasters, diverse cultures and&amp;nbsp;awesome food, but because of all the corruption and subterfuge and the veil of lies that the government is causing, we cannot advance. Even through development, there is corruption. The funding of projects and the cost of each individual project is often greatly exaggerated so that the extra money can be pocketed. That is just vile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Another thing in our country is the racial tension created by the government. They are making some races wary of others and they keep trying to remove any group of people who are independent and influential enough to oppose them. The Malaysian Government has been drilling the whole "anti-western" and "anti-Chinese/Indian" sentiment into the Malay community so bad that the Malays are becoming more and more unaware of the world and more and more receptive to the whims and fancies of the useless BN puppeteers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My dad told me an interesting story today. He said that he was at the office the other day, and they have a daily supply of newspapers at his office. So one day, he found that there were two copies of the STAR newspaper left. His friend, a man who lives ina more rural area in Malacca (and commutes to work from there every day [OMG]), was there too so he asked him to take the extra copy back home and read if he was interested. DO you know what his friend said? He said, "Erm.. I don't think so.. It's kind of embarassing, later my family will tease me for reading a white person's newspaper." You understand? They think English and Western culture and its presence in our society is an EMBARASSMENT! I mean, WTH??? Seriously? This is what the government has done to the Malay people in our society. This is how they remain in power. By making the people so uneducated that they believe anything the Government tells them. Even if the government says that Chinese and Indians are out to get them and steal their money, even if they say that English is bad and useless, the Malays (or at least those who are less westernized and sensible) will believe them through and through. It's sad really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The only hope for our country is if somebody can find away to snatch all control away from them or find a way to speak the truth without being removed. Then, if and when there is a revolution, a big purification of the ranks, then, our country will be on its way to a better tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Until then, we can only hope and pray. Btw, good luck to all who are receiving their PMR results this Thursday :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Signing out, BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1055859460684377331?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1055859460684377331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/filler-why-go-through-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1055859460684377331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1055859460684377331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/filler-why-go-through-trouble.html' title='Filler - Why go through the trouble?'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1434654266456819011</id><published>2011-12-04T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:02:34.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Chapter 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, guys. I'm back! I'm REEAALLY sorry I took so long. I've been sick these past few days and I'm only feeling sort of better today. Btw, is anyone still reading this? Nvm, I'll keep going :D! Here's Chapter 3 where Uriko's side of the battle goes on. Based on a friend's suggestion, I decided to add in parts of the next pair-Brandon and Aurora and their first encounter with the DeathHawks. It's just to keep things interesting, so, I hope you like it :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;..............................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; "Damn it," Uriko thought. That phrase had been repeating in her mind too many times for her own liking. The dinosaur was strong and very good at using all the more dangerous parts of its anatomy. The thing could even kick! KICK??!! It was a fricking DINOSAUR!! How did she learn to kick?? And that firebreathing ability didn't help either. The heat had dried up the air around her, leaving her without any water vapour that she could condense and pull from the air to attack with. Fighting fire with fire might have been useful in a poetic and philosophical way, but in a literal fight with some firebreathing monster, it wasn't exactly the best alternative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She backed away slowly, carefully watching the dinosaur who was smiling confidently (could dinosaurs even smile?). She was badly bruised, a little bit burnt and her breath came in short gasps. Her stomach hurt from where the dinosaur's foot has rammed into her. She was lucky that she managed to twist away when she saw it coming, otherwise, its claws would have torn straight through her. As it was, only the top of its foot had actually hit her but that was enough to leave a lasting and painful impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The shapeshifter edged forward, the Leandasian girl edged backwards. This was going to end soon, and they both knew who would win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Crap, Nature might help, but I can't be the only one fighting it, Bakuryu thought. I need to get her some water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He sat down, cross legged, and muttered under his breath, "Mitengan." Immediately, even through his eyelids, he could see the entire town. Everything was lit up in strange colours which only he could see and identify. He caught sight of many different people and a ring of light around them, their auras. The mortals had weak, multicolored ones while those he recognised as gifted had stronger ones of solid colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He took a quick glance at the battle on the other rooftop. Shoot, he thought, Uriko wasn't going to last much longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The myriad colours began to fade as he focused on what he needed to find- water. A large sourced of it that was close enough for him to give to her. He just needed to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes! The water tank! It was a few roofs away, but if he could just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Quince smiled again. She only had to use one of her many forms, her dinosaur form, but the girl was already maxed out. She had thought that the aliens would be more powerful. Needless to say, she was disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She opened her mouth to take a deep breath and finish this with a good breath of fire when she heard it. The sound of rushing water. A voice shouted," Uriko, head's up!" She quickly opened her eyes but didn't have time to respond before the wall of water hit her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She dropped her dinosaur form to stop herself from flying off the roof, but the water was rolling around her, keeping her suspended in a smooth ball. She opened her eyes... and she couldn't believe what she saw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A huge wooden slide, like the kind you would see in an amusement park, extended away from the rooftop. It turned and curved abit before she saw where the water had come from. A nearby water tank had been hoisted up and its cover had been wrenched open by what looked like a huge tree. The now empty water tank was lying open at the start of the slide that grew out of the tree which had obviously funneled the water down to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She looked back at the aliens and was shocked to see the girl, the weak, pathetic girl, controlling the watery trap around her. She saw the girl's boyfriend too. He must have been the one who built the tree-slide. That meant that Solomon was out of this one. Hmph, she always knew he was useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"So, who's trapped now?" The damned girl was taunting her! She couldn't let them do this! She changed again, into a hummingbird this time. Flapping her wings as fast as she could in the water, she disappeared, reappearing on another rooftop. The Leandasians looked stunned, but they didn't falter for more than a second. Fire appeared in the boy's hand even as the girl unravelled the water from the foating sphere and together, they sent a stream of boiling water at her. They were good together, but she was better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Another transformation, this time, she became a bat once more. Just as the scalding stream was about to hit her, she screeched as only bats could. The water had barely touched her before it simply dropped to the floor. The aliens were covering their ears, they could hear her, apparently, but they couldn't stand the high frequency either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Her bat form wasn't the best at offense, but it certainly gave her more power than many others. As soon as she stopped her terrible cry, the boy quickly recovered and shot another fireball at her. This time, a short screech was enough to make the fireball dissipate into nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Damn, Bakuryu, I don't think she's going to be as easy to fight as the Necromancer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Elsewhere, Brandon and Aurora were taking a walk through the plains of New Zealand. It was one of the last places they expected to go, but here they were. As much as they were on a mission, the two of them couldn't help but appreciate the scenery. It was breathtaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The grass was lush and green, and dotted randomly with the occasional bush. The mountains rose high and majestically in front of them, like gods watching over the beautiful landscape whilst a small river ran lazily a few metres to their left. There weren't any sheep or cattle around, much to Brandon and Aurora's relief. They didn't want to hurt the poor innocent things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They were walking close to each other, arm in arm, when suddenly, Aurora felt her boyfriend suddenly tense up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"What's the matter?"She asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I felt something. A pull. Like a magnet. As soon as I resisted it, it went away. But, it's still there. Just.. not focusing on me. Like it's all over the place. We're dealing with someone strong here. And it feels like they've got the whole place under control."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uriko gathered the huge puddle of water, moving her hands around in a very graceful and fluid manner. The water twisted and flattened to form a huge sash around her. With a quick movement of her hands, she sent it straight at the bat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bakuryu decided to use the chance to create his own weapon. He focused on the tree, letting it explode in a burst of leaves which he called back to himself. He left them in a pile, a medium for his abilities and picked one leaf. Charging his energy into it, he formed his signature rose-whip, complete with thorns and razor-sharp petals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He turned and let the whip fly to join Uriko's attack, only to hear that awful screech again. He tried not to lose focus, but even though he kept his cool, the whip in his hand reverted to its original form-a single leaf. He saw Uriko's water sash simply drop down around her too, drenching her. She cursed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, it wasn't about focus. Then why?.. Oh! But that meant...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He quickly ran over to her just as she prepared another attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uriko, stop. You're wasting your energy. It's not a break of focus, you're being close-minded again! The sound, &lt;/i&gt;that's &lt;i&gt;what's so special. &lt;/i&gt;That's &lt;i&gt;her power! It nullifies our manipulation. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So, what should we do? Wait till she changes into something worse?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uriko, you're a genius!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No! I mean, not about waiting, but about her changing. If she's in a different form, she can't use that screech anymore."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So.. How do we make her change form?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have a plan. Trust me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I hope this isn't like your plan to get Kingsley and Cynthia to kiss by putting magnetic powder in their drinks.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Th.. That was a silly idea and it wasn't made during a risky situation like this.. Although, what happened afterwards could be considered a bit life-threatening."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fine, go ahea-" Both she and Bakuryu jumped aside when they saw the bat hovering beside them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, having a conversation without me? But I'm hovering right here. C'mon.. we're not done yet." The bat smiled and opened her mouth to let out another ear-splitting scream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Brandon, how bad is our situation?" Aurora looked questioningly at her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Will that answer your question?" He pointed to her&amp;nbsp;right and she saw...Oh hell, she didn't want to see what she saw - t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;wo huge chunks of earth hurtling towards them at top speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Brandon pushed Aurora behind him and stepped forward, moving into a traditional horse stance. He move his hands in a circular motion then pushed outwards. A simple but crude move that only left small specks of dust floating in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"What was that?" Aurora asked, her eyes wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I don't know." He paused, then yelled,"Show yourself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A tall, beautiful woman materialised about a hundred&amp;nbsp;metres to their right, where the rocks had come from. She was wearing a long-sleeved, blood red dress that was elegant yet seemingly durable. It looked like the kind of thing one would only see at a bigshots' party but on her, it looked like the perfect item of clothing for the job - to take them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Brandon would never admit it, but the simple confidence that she radiated was unsettling. She simply buzzed with it, and the whole area seemed to buzz with her, but maybe that was just her ability. Whatever it was, he hoped that they would be able to end it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Aurora sensed her boyfriend's discomfort. She wanted to be comfort him, but she wasn't feeling to confident either. Something about that woman just made her creeped out. It reminded her of Michael, of the immense power and sheer self-confidence and skill that he wielded on the battlefield, it always made her want to just surrender and end the battle. And now, they were facing an earthling with the same confidence. Oh, joy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;he woman raised her hand in an elegant wave. She spoke with a normal tone, but her voice carried very easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hi there. I'm Cassandra. Just Cassandra. No second name or surname or anything silly like that. As I hope you'll soon understand, I'm quite honest. Therefore I shall go ahead and tell you straight out that there are twenty-six of us DeathHawks, and twenty of us travel in pairs. The other six consist of our Master, and five main Heads. There's the Head of Base, Head of Defense, Head of Offense, Head of Intelligence and me, the Head of Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"We, the five Heads and our Master,&amp;nbsp;don't travel in pairs. In fact, some of us don't even travel. That is because we are strong enough to hold our own against any Gifted or Leandasian that crosses our paths. Therefore, you should be relieved that you only have to fight one of us. However, I can guarantee you that I'm ALOT more difficult to defeat than many of the pairs that you may encounter. So, you came here to beat me right? Well, go ahaead and do it. Take all the time you need. Although, if I get bored, I might leave you, let you.. recuperate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The only one who'll be recuperating is you, and that's if we let you live long enough." Brandon's voice came out as&amp;nbsp;a low growl. "Since you're so bloody honest, why don't you tell us what your power is and we can beat that smugness out of you. Honestly, your voice is annoying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Tsk tsk, so touchy.. Ah well, why would I tell you my power? It would ruin the fun. I'll leave you to figure that out for yourselves." With that, she brought her hands up and pushed outwards. Try as they might, Brandon and Aurora couldn't help but be blown off their feet, straight towards the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Bakuryu folded to his knees. The screech was just too much. He couldn't take it. Uriko was still standing. What she hoped to achieve, he didn't know, but he hoped she would get the bat to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Uriko was wincing. Well, at least he wasn't the only one suffering. But she had something else on her face-determination. She tensed her arms beside her, calmming herself, bending her knees slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;'Wow,' Bakuryu thought, 'If Uriko thought that was necessary, the bat really must be something..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The bat continued its supersonic screech, obviously enjoying their pain. When it saw Uriko shift her stance, it continued, and directed most of the sound straight at the Leandasian girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Uriko refused to back down. Bakuryu covered his ears and watched as light gathered in her palms, making them glow. It wrapped around her hands like gloves, making them appear more like huge paws. She smiled, her expression more feline than human(or Leandasian). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Suddenly, she moved. Her speed so great it seemed more like she exploded from her spot. The bat released a startled cry as she appeared in front of it. Extending her paw-like hand, she slapped it. It flew backwards, out of the air and onto a roof a few buildings away. The blow was so powerful that the shapeshifter had reverted to her human form and her body had actually cracked the concrete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I don't think she survived that," Bakuryu said, almost jokingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You better hope she does. Our task was to capture, not murder." Uriko replied seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hey, you're the one who hit her with a move that can even kill Leandasians!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Okay, fine. I was pissed, okay? That screech was bloody annoying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Yeah, tell me about it. Wait, maybe we should go and check to see if she's still breathing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They hopped over the many rooftops to where the shapeshifter had landed. And they saw what appeared to be the shapeshifter and her clothes. Only, the shapeshifter looked like she was deflated, like she was just...skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Eww.. what's that?" Uriko dropped her serious act and reverted to her usual playful self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I think it's her skin. Eww, gross." Bakuryu was actually kind of relieved that she wasn't so serious anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Then I'm guessing her next form would be.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The hiss, loud and menacing, was all the affirmation they needed. Turning around, they saw a huge snake with rough black skin. It was about 40 feet long and it had huge yellow eyes, with black slits for pupils. A huge red tongue lashed out, tasting the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ahh.. I love this form. It is one of my most useful, helps me to heal." As soon as she finished speaking, she whipped her tail around and drove it at the two teens. Bakuryu jumped out of the way but Uriko got caught and she was slammed into a nearby wall which nearly collapsed under the force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Bakuryu jumped back and brought out the single leaf which he had picked up earlier. He lifted it to his lips and blew. A single note erupted from the leaf. It was smooth and clear, beautiful and calm. The serpent suddenly stopped its assault on Uriko, dropped her, curled up and went to sleep. Bakuryu smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kyu, why didn't you do that earlier?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I wasn't sure if it would work, her not being a real snake and all. I only tried it cause you were getting the crap beaten out of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hey, you try standing up to something that can hit you with every part of its 40 feet-long body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Okay, okay, chill. Anyway, can we seal her now 'cause she might-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A loud growl interrupted him, and finished his sentence at the same time. Once again, they backed off. There stood the dinosaur, in all its prehistoric glory, growling menacingly at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You... " her voice was laced with fury. "I'm impressed. I didn't think that you would have such an influence on snakes. But it doesn't matter I guess. I got healed and now, you're subject to my mercy." She opened her mouth and out poured a huge stream of fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Bakuryu and Uriko jumped away, landing on another roof together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I'm sorry but we can't take chances anymore. We gotta' end this. And we have to do it using lethal force if necessary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Fine. Go ahead. Stick an arrow in her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hey, this was YOUR fight to begin with. YOU do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But I-" Another stream of fire aimed at them cut their conversation short once again. Okay, they really needed to focus. Uriko charged her hands up again, forming her Signature move. She ran straight at the dinosaur but before she managed to touch it, she found herself being lifted and thrown backwards by its huge tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Bakuryu leapt up, summoned his rose-whip and lashed it out at the dinosaur but instead of having it cry out in pain, his whip was grabbed and he was dragged into its line of fire. He barely managed to avoid its scalding breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Uriko, now!" Bakuryu yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The dinosaur turned and saw Uriko running straight at her. But.. maybe a bit too slowly...She didn't think about it and ran at her, thinking of nothing other than just ripping her apart with her teeth. A snap suddenly alerted her to the fact that there was another enemy behind her. She heard the snap of the branch beneath her feet but she decided to play along, realising that if they wanted to try something so naive, they certainly forgot one important fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The trees came around her just as she had suspected, they coiled and twisted and bound her up quite nicely. If she were merely a dinosaur, she would have been in a rather desperate situation. As it were, however, she chose to take the easy and rational way out, and transform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Okay, so we got you now-" Bakuryu's speech was cut short as the huge dinosaur vanished into thin air. He cursed under his breath. How could he have forgotten? Just because she was trapped didn't mean that she couldn't shapeshift. And now, she was either in a form that could teleport, or one that was invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He really didn't want to waste his energy, but he had no choice. "Mitengan." His vision bloomed once again as he searched for the shapeshifter, her distinct colour signature fixed in his mind. She was... hovering right behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Uriko! 180! 12 north! Right on top of you!" The code was simple but efficient. To pinpoint the enemy's position using latitude, longitude and distance rolled into one. It came in very handy at times like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Uriko turned and slapped at the air, her palm ablaze with fire. The bat didn't even have time to cry out before it was knocked out of the air. The sheer speed and force of the blow was enough to make her revert to her human form as she collapsed onto the ground. The skin on her arm was red and stinging where Uriko had hit her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She sat up immediately but grimaced at the pain in her arm. "Damn, that hurts more than your other blow. Maybe it's coz' you-" She paused and took a deep breath. "I hate you. I hate you both. I can't believe that you guys managed to take me out. Wait till the Master finds out about this." Bakuryu and Uriko remained silent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I guess I should just tell you right now. The reason why I'm not ripping your heads off or screeching till you drop dead or flying away right no is coz' you managed to burn through my transformation. Any scarring and my powers fail me. I can't transform anymore until the burn heals." The two teens just stood there, watching her as she sat there, smiling which a strange mix of sadness and twisted relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She let out a broken laugh. "You know, maybe if I had a better partner, I wouldn't be in this mess. That Solomon, always boasting that he was so great, always underestimating people, he could never even beat me." When she saw that neither of them was going to respond, she smiled and continued. "You know, you're not saying anything, not moving. If I had my powers, I could rip you both apart right now and you wouldn't be able to defend yourselves 'coz you're having a hard time processing all this information.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'But since I don't have my powers, I think I'll just go to sleep, let my wounds heal so that we may battle once again in the future, if I'm still alive when we get there. Capture me, kill me, do whatever you want, I won't be the one fighting back." With that she closed her eyes, lay down and went to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bakuryu stepped up to her, he brought out another silver case, just like the one he used to capture Solomon. He pulled the top off and watched as the white mist enveloped her sleeping form, drawing her into the case. He felt strange, he knew Uriko felt the same. They had fought so hard against her, but all it took was one blow and her powers were gone. They were reminded of the difference between humans and Leandasians.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How limited the humans' powers were. But their spirit, the spirits of underdogs, it was strong enough to keep them standing, fighting against the Leandasians. It was a good and beautiful thing, but in the wrong hands, it could give birth to a desire to control those who were even weaker, as the DeathHawks were doing. They needed to stop them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the shapeshifter, without her powers, she had exposed her vulnerability. They had seen how weak she was at the core, how mentally unstable she was. They pitied her, pitied the fact that her powers were being used for evil, not good. Bakuryu looked at Uriko, surprised to see a single tear roll down her cheek, perhaps her emotions were deeper than his. He reached up and brushed it away, leaving a light kiss in its place. He took her hand and said "Pacem Reddita." Together, they vanished from the spot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;........................................................................................................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I hope you guys liked it! It took a lot of effort to write this one:D! Phew, I'm glad I managed to update today, it's been more than two weeks already. Watch out for Uriko's CP, together with Brandon's and Aurora's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1434654266456819011?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1434654266456819011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1434654266456819011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1434654266456819011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth.html' title='Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Chapter 3)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2511989643722382151</id><published>2011-11-29T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T09:10:14.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Profile #3 - Bakuryu HanaUmi (Lexington)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Bakuryu HanaUmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;170cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Weight: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;59kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lexington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Siblings:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Cynthia HanaUmi (not actual sibling, she is his father's brother's daughter, a cousin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Relationship Status: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dating&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Uriko Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Personal Description: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Straight, spiky dark brown hair, almost black. Neatly trimmed at the sides and back. He has a small, boyish face but with angled cheekbones and a prominent jawline. He always has a mischievious gleam in his eyes. He wears a black, long-sleeved jacket that looks also like the top of traditional chinese clothing, with&amp;nbsp;a deep green lining,&amp;nbsp;but his jacket is more form fitting, he usually leaves it open, and it ends just&amp;nbsp;below his navel. He wears a plain white shirt underneath. His jacket has some silver plating on it. Two thin strips on his&amp;nbsp;left shoulder with small spikes jutting out, and another two thin strips on the right side, slightly above where it ends. A slim chain juts out from&amp;nbsp;a spikeson his left shoulder and coils around one of the rings on the plating on the lower part of the jacket, goes back up to wrap around one of the spikes and comes back down to join to another ring. The chain acts as a seal and a trigger for one of his Special Abilities (SAs) - Air-trotting. He wears black jeans and sneakers with a bright-green flame-pattern on the sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Beast form: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Element Preference: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nature/Plant Manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Abilities Brought to Earth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nature and Fire Manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Signature Moves: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Level 1- Infinity Arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Level 2- Crown of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SMs: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Okay, before we continue, I want to explain that a signature move is an ability that sums up the unique strengths or qualities of any Leandasian. Level 2 is an extension of this ability and it may or may not be closely linked to the Level 1 SM. Level 3 is usually a combination of Level 1 and 2, or a more controlled and powerful version of Level 1 or 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Level 1- Infinity Arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Bakuryu discovered this ability during a practice match with Uriko during which both of them got a little carried away. A desperate attempt by Uriko to take him out forced it to surface. This move, as shown in the previous chapter, is basically a bolt of very, very poreful energy that is fired in the form of an arrow. Like in the story, Bakuryu can change the strength or function of his arrow by adding a special command when he summons his Infinity Arrow, e.g. "Infinity Arrow: Light/Dark/Fire/Water/Anger/Love etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Level 2- Crown of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;It is rumored that the Infinity Arrow is the perfect attack: Simple, fast, powerful, deadly. If that is so, then the Crown of the Sun could well be the perfect defence. It is a ring of light that emits a golden bubble that surrounds him and anyone else he wishes and can protect them against many powerful attacks. It was also discovered during a fit of desperation during a life-threatening battle between him and another Leandasian enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Special Abilities&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-Mitengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Air-trotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SAs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Mitengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Another one of the "Doujutsu", the special eye jutsus that&amp;nbsp;are passed on within certain&amp;nbsp;ninja families. This "doujutsu" was created by Len HanaUmi, the son of the founder of the HanaUmi family, Raven Lexington. Raven Lexington founded the HanaUmi family because he was bored of focusing on his elemental powers(the specialty of the Lexington family) and he wanted to continue studying ninjutsu, which would later on become the HanaUmi family's signature. Len HanaUmi had inherited the Byakugan from his mother, a doujustu which gives a person a 360-degree field of vision. Combining it with some special elemental and energy-related knowledge of his own, he created the Mitengan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The Mitengan not only provides a 360-degree field of vision within a wider radius, it also allows a person to see different types of energy in the air, recognise it and classify it as shown in the start of chapter 2. It also allows its user to create clones made of chakra (special energy used by ninjas) and fire chakra bolts through their Mitengan eyes. It's a bit taxing on the user's energy though. As such, Bakuryu only uses it during a battle which he deems to be important or life-threatening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;-Air-trotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Many Leandasians can fly. Some use wind manipulation. Others use storm powers, levitation, gravity reversal or even the wings of their beast forms. One of the special abilities that Bakuryu's beast form gives him is the ability to run on air- Air-trotting. When the chain on his jacket is pulled and a little energy charged through it, it bursts into a gust of green smoke that coils around him and settles at his feet. He can literally walk on air, with the choice of strolling running or just letting the wind carry him along. However, a small disadvantage of this is that a small, almost unnoticeable trail of green mist is left behind for a short while, making it easy for those who are skilled enough to follow him. It's kinda' risky, but he loves the feeling AND he's a fearless b*stard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Life Story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Michael and Ruby may have had their issues, but Bakuryu had a really weird life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bakuryu was the only child of his family. His father, Kaizer HanaUmi, was a famous and powerful swordsman and Poison Master, even more well known for his ability to combine the two skills together. Since small, Bakuryu was placed under a lot of pressure to live up to his father's name. He tried, really hard, and while he did have some small talent, he, at that time, lacked the knowledge and pure skill required to be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the young age of 10, Bakuryu ran away from home to find refuge in the Jade forests due north of his home. He stayed there, using his energy to communicate with the greenery around him and discovering his natural aptitude for Nature manipulation. He even made friends with the animals and sprites living there. He was happy, for the first time in a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He had lived there for only about a year when everything changed. There was a wolf spirit who was almost as old as the First Generation of the Assembly of&amp;nbsp; Lune. He was an evil thing and had lived his life possessing others and stealing their abilities. When he found out about the tailed-beasts (powerful creatures who warred with the ninja clans a long time ago), he had possessed each of them, stealing a portion of their power and copying it before he left them again. After collecting power from all of the nin tailed-beasts, he had created a tailed beast within himself, the ten-tails, the most powerful of all the tailed beasts, said to be as powerful as all the other nine put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This powerful but foul creature found Bakuryu and, sensing the abundance of power and&amp;nbsp;untrained talent he contained&amp;nbsp;and also his natural affinity with wolves(his Beast Form), decided to take control of him, for his last host had been too weak to sustain him. Being inexperienced, Bakuryu lost control rather easily to the spirit and had lain waste to the forest around him. The creatures and trees of the forest grew to fear him and the spirit within him, and Bakuryu was none the wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At the time, Michael's life had only begun to stabilise. He had heard about the massacre in the Jade forests and had been asked by King Neptune to go and investigate. He found Bakuryu, lying in the middle of a crater, hugging himself and radiating dark energy. Bakuryu had only just begun to fight the demon within, but in doing so, he had become conscious of the damage he had done. Overcome with grief and remorse, Bakuryu had almost given up hope and was about to let the darkness consume him once more when Michale showed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Michael helped Bakuryu to rid hinself of the spirit and the spirit was, with their combined efforts, destroyed. Michael saw great potential in the small and innocent boy. He decided to take him back to his mansion and train him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As the years passed, Michael found out that when the wolf had possessed Bakuryu, it had unlocked his dormant talent and used it for its own pleasure. While it wasn't a good thing for the Jade forests, it had been a good thing for Bakuryu as he was able to use his abilities more freely after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing that both Michael and Bakuryu were shocked to discover was that when the spirit had possessed Bakuryu, the ten-tailed wolf that the spirit had created had decided to break its ties with the spirit and latch onto Bakuryu, giving him far more power than he originally had and a much bigger energy reserve than even Michael had. This didn't come without disadvantages though, he often face great problems when the Ten-Tails fought to get out of him. When he overused his own energy and his body began to burn through the Ten-Tails' power, it often tried to possess him too. It took a long time for him to learn to control its power and use it for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bakuryu was a typical student. Always arguing with Michael, trying to find his own way to do things, secretly working hard to please his master... Under Michael's tutelage, he had become a lot more than the poor boy who was hiding in the Jade forests. He continued to seek knowledge and power, at some point he even became hungry for it, a desire which Michael always kept in check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bakuryu met Uriko after Michael had introduced her into the Assembly. They started out like cats and dogs but pretty soon became close friends. They had started dating about a year ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All this brings us to today. Bakuryu is still a bit childish at times, with Uriko playing the role of older sister and girlfriend, reprimanding him when necessary and kissing him every other time. He's still striving to beat Michael and he's become a great swordsman, earned the title of Lord of the Forests because of his Nature manipulation, he's a natural talent when it comes to ninjutsu, and he has made peace with the Ten-Tails within him. They have become great partners. He still has Uriko as his girlfriend and he's still.... a fearless b*stard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2511989643722382151?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2511989643722382151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-profile-3-bakuryu-hanaumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2511989643722382151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2511989643722382151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-profile-3-bakuryu-hanaumi.html' title='Character Profile #3 - Bakuryu HanaUmi (Lexington)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-8032173553801709567</id><published>2011-11-28T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:34:15.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort and depression rolled into one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Chapter two is up, and I got a few comments saying that it's too obvious that the good guy will win and the bad guy is too weak, but hey, I don't wanna' mess with u guys too early in the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It might take close to a week to get the next one and the character profiles (CPs) done, but I should get it posted latest by Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Anyway, here's a filler post, and it's my first post about the holidays, so, enjoy :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.......................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself being very busy now, even though it's the holidays. With the maid gone, there's lots of chores to do and my mom seems to think I'm the most reliable and wants me to do most of them. Not only that, I've got wushu at school but since that's my only source of excercise during these holidays, I enjoy it :D! It does get a bit too much though coz' it uses up 3-4 days of the week. That's a bit much, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, recently, my parents have become obsessed with getting us to help around the church so they made me join the Christmas Choir and even enrolled me to be part of the annual Christmas Musical. The old guys are fun and some of them are pretty decent singers, but it takes some commitment and it uses up time which I would have preferred using to laze around and relax or go online.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, in these hectic times, one thing has become both a source of comfort and apprehension for me -- my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my bed. I mean, who wouldn't love the one thing that gives them absolute rest and comfort? Especially now that I have so much to do, I cherish my time in it. Then there's this big stuffed&amp;nbsp;dog that's a permanent "resident" in my bed. Yes, I'm willing to admit that I have a&amp;nbsp;toy dog&amp;nbsp;in my bed. It just comforts the childish part in me by letting me feel that I'm not alone at night, especially coz' my room is a floor away from everyone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But.. recently, with my free time, facebook and blogging and youtube aren't enough to keep me busy while I'm online, so I turn to reading fanfiction. For those of you who don't know what it is, it's a wesite where people take characters from cartoons, anime, comics, books or movies, and then writes stories about the stuff that they wish could happen between the characters. It's cool coz' all sorts of stuff happens, like the weak guys in the original story are described as having lots of talent but hiding it, the bad guys turn out to be good, the hard-hearted killers become affectionate lovers, and everyone is coupled with everyone else XD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, being the dramatic and obssessive and possessive and romantic person that I am *smiles sweetly then throws up a bit*, I often visit the romance section on the website and read a lot of the stuff there. It's nice you know, to see some of the really hot characters get together when in the real story, no such thing ever happens. It makes me feel all mushy inside XDDD!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so what does this have to do with my bed, you ask? Well, I read lot's of the stories and in most of them, the two lovers usually end up in bed or wake up in bed and some of them are pretty much ONLY about them being IN BED &amp;gt;=).. JK, but yeah...there is such stuff there too, damn those perverted fans..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So anyway, I know I'm kinda' too young, but I really feel kinda' depressed when I lay in bed and the only one there to keep me company is Regal (my toy dog). The bed's soo warm and nice but&amp;nbsp;wouldn't it&amp;nbsp;be nice to have a warm body next to me too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay.. seriously Josh, get a life and get a less mature (or perverted) brain while you're at it... Yeah, I know I'm too young but what the hell...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night it got so bad I just curled around Regal and imagined it to be the person I want in bed next to me.. Well, if you're gonna ask if there's such a person then yes, there is, more than one in fact, but some of them are cartoon characters.... BuHAHAHAHA, just kidding. Okay, there are only a few but there's no way in hell I'm telling coz' you wouldn't believe me anyway XD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, this post is getting nowhere. Just wanted to post how depressed I was and how much sadness lying in bed brings me these days.. Seriously, I need to grow up quick, study, get a good job and find someone nice to share a bed with, and NOT in the perverted way, I wouldn't mind just having someone there to lie next to me, share body heat, and to wake up next to that special someone. Okay, it's official. Josh has some SERIOUS MENTAL ISSUES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to see a counsellor :/ or maybe a psychiatrist&amp;nbsp;T.T &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But until then, I'm still going to be this crazy. I mean, we're all teenagers, we all just hit puberty, we all have the hormones and we have no idea what to do with them. We know we have to wait till we're older but that has never stopped most of us :/... So, is it wrong to crave a little bit of body heat?? I'm not even talking about that "other" stuff, just the warmth of someone else against you... well, I still have to wait I guess, unless I'm really lucky, that is *praying really, really hard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha.. I wish.. (really, I do :P) Anyway, if you guys think I'm crazy, then let me give you a quote and if you react emotionally to it in any way, then you're on the same boat as me :D!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Waking to dawn's first tentative glow, in a rumpled bed that smells only of oneself, can be one of the loneliest moments of a person's life.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There, that was it. And, although some of us are teens, we'll be adults soon and then other things will get in the way. It's sad, really, but there it is. That feeling mentioned in that quote, I've been getting a lot of it during these holidays, and it kinda' sucks. In fact, I think it also sucks that I have this feeling even though I'm so young.. C'mon, I got at least another 5-10 years before I'm ready to face life with a good education or a job. I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz... What's my problem? I really don't know. Anyway, there's some stuff I'd like to say, coz' I know I'll never get to say it in real life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, I really miss you. I wish I could see you everyday, even if you don't usually notice me. I'm sorry I messed things up. What we had, no matter how true or fake or how deep or shallow it was, it was nice. I liked it a lot, and, I can only hope that you did too. I'm sorry I messed it up by saying those things.. I'm sorry I'm not good enough, sorry that I wanted something that everyone knew I couldn't have. I shouldn't have hoped, shouldn't have tried, shouldn't have dreamed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We weren't even really close you know. Ours wasn't the chatting sort of friendship. More silent, more understanding, more... I don't know. I guess I was just thinking too much and lying to myself. Now, even more than ever, I believe that I fell in love with someone who didn't exist. The smiles, the hugs, the nice, caring person I knew.. I'm not sure if that person ever existed. But I believe, for you to do even half of what you did, it had to exist deep down inside of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't know what I feel for you anymore. Maybe because, for the first time, I'm seeing you and the one I love as two separate people, and I haven't come into contact with the one I love for a very long time. I miss that person, but I don't know if I miss you. I wonder if that person is still there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't leave. Whatever you do, whether you're the one I love or not, don't leave. Please. It might hurt to see you and be unable to find the courage to talk to you, but it's better to see you everyday without talking then to not be able to see you at all. Just seeing your face and knowing that you're well, that's enough to make me happy. I beg you, don't leave me...don't leave us....don't leave me. Stay. You can even convince that other person to stay too just so long as YOU stay. If you want to be with them then get them to stay. Don't leave..I love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAY! To lighten the mood after that very depressing outpouring of feeling, I just wanted to say THANK YOU to anyone and everyone who's read my blog so far:D! It's nice to know that this stuff isn't just hogging the internet space but that it's being read by some life forms somewhere out there XD! So, have a great day (or a great night ;D), people! Bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-8032173553801709567?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/8032173553801709567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/comfort-and-depression-rolled-into-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/8032173553801709567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/8032173553801709567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/comfort-and-depression-rolled-into-one.html' title='Comfort and depression rolled into one?'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4732615165593524408</id><published>2011-11-22T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T07:34:20.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Chapter Two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okay, guys, I'm back with chapter 2! I know I took very long, sorry:(, but battle scenes are hard to write coz' I keep having new ideas and this one is full of them! I decided to split this fight into two&amp;nbsp;chapters coz' it's really long. Anyway, here's chaptwer two, where we start out with Uriko and Bakuryu meeting two members of the DeathHawks, who prove to be tougher than they imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'll post their (Uriko and Bakuryu's)&amp;nbsp;character profiles after this, just to clear a few things up:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quince, this is getting boring. The Master said we're only allowed to cause minor damage to attract the Leandasians' attention, but.. minor damage isn't enough for me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Solomon Theo, shut up! This is the third time you've said that already! I know, but we can't make a move until we get rid of the aliens and-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beeep, Beeep!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shoot, that was the sensor, there are aliens in our territory. Get into sneak formation!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;******************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uriko, wait up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kyu, dammit! Could you hurry up? There're some Gifted right around the corner, and I think they know we're here." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can you tell?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There was a small surge of energy in the area. My Lightning Paw reacted to it. It's very faint, I think they're concealing themselves. I bet we won't be able to-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She suddenly grabbed Bakuryu's hand and jumped upwards onto the top of a nearby building, ignoring the shocked looks of some of the nearby passers-by, just as a crushing gust of wind cracked the pavement where they were standing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looked over the tops of the buildings but, as she suspected, she couldn't see anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Damn it, where are they? Kyu, search!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alright, I'm on it, don't need to get so bossy." His irises turned green and silver as he looked over the skyline, finally he saw... he wasn't sure what he saw. "I see something, but I have no idea what it is. It's like a big ball of vibrating energy, about enough to fit a person or two. I think, judging from what we saw, it's wind manipulation, but there's something else. The energy I see isn't just that. There's something else, more like a vibration.. I think it's sound manipulation, but the colour of the energy is wrong. I think it's a unique Gifted-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Move!" Uriko slammed into him just as another gust of really strong wind flew straight at them. "You were staring straight at ot and you didn't see that??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was concentrating real hard, okay? I saw something erupt from the side, but I thought it was just a flare of uncontrolled energy. You know what? Just hit it with something. Let's see how much they can handle, whoever they are."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good idea." Uriko stretched out her right hand, gathering energy in her palm, then she mad a throwing motion at the direction Bakuryu was looking at. As the small ball of energy left her hand, it became a big ball of fire that rushed forward at great speed. Bakuryu looked at the ball of air, studying it closely, wondering what would happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as the&amp;nbsp;burning sphere&amp;nbsp;touched its target of similar size, it was suddenly ripped apart and disappeared. Uriko stared at the space that the fire had occupied, Bakuryu's mouth was hanging open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What just happened?" Uriko asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I saw the combined energies of sound and wind sort of drill into your fireball and tear it apart. Your attack didn't harm them in the least but after seeing that, I&amp;nbsp;figured out&amp;nbsp;what they're doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are two of them in the sphere, I saw this when the energy surrounding them thinned to accomodate their defense. One of them is about our size but the other one looks like some flying animal, a bat I think. I think the bat-like thing is releasing a high-pitched soundwave that's charged with energy and the human is using wind manipulation to bend that soundwave and amplify it until the lightwaves simply bend around them. I don't know if that's scientifically possible but that's what they're doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then again, maybe only the bat is doing all of it and supporting the human's weight with the air, in which case we have no idea what the human can do." Bakuryu looked at Uriko, waiting for a response.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, then we just have to break through it. We can't let them remain like that, they'd have the upper hand." With that, she gathered some energy in her left hand, then, she suddenly raised it up and fired the energy like a shotgun, straight at the vibrating orb of air. "I doubt they'll be able to hold of my Lightning Paw for long."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu watched the blast of energy hit the ball and stop, pressing into it. The sound and air mixture once again tried to drill through it. When that failed, it tried to surround the attack but failed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu saw the ball thinning until he could almost see the two beings inside. Then all of a sudden, the ball disintergrated and the human and the bat flew aside in opposite directions as the blast of energy burned past them. The human landing gracefully on a building while the bat just hovered in the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The human, a man, was tall and dressed in a long-sleeved, well-fitted shirt, slacks and nice leather shoes. He had a face that some would consider good-looking, but with a small twist of coldness in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bat looked almost ordinary, brown in colour, but its eyes were intelligent and regarded the two Leandasians in an almost human-like manner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Interesting," it was the man who spoke, " No Gifted has ever broken through our defense formation, but, you're hardly Gifted now are you." He waited for a reply, but seeing as how he wasn't going to get one, he continued. "Who are you? And why are you here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uriko ignored his comment and spoke, "Are you two Deathhawks?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, it was the bat who..spoke. "I'm guessing you two are some of the Leandasians that the Councils have called in to&amp;nbsp;get rid of us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu answered this time,&amp;nbsp;" Yeah, but if you come quietly, we'll take it easy on you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I doubt that will be necessary. I doubt you would be able to beat us anyway. And if you can't even beat us, you'll have a hard time getting rid of the rest of the DeathHawks coz' we're not exactly the cream of the crop. Yes, I will willingly admit it. Just to stop you guys from getting excited or hopeful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, Quince, you shouldn't have told them that, they might not take us seriously. And we're not exactly easy to beat ei-" He was cut off as a fireball was&amp;nbsp;thrown at his face. He merely slapped it away with his hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uriko just stared as he held up his right hand. It was covered in what appeared to be writhing shadows that erupted from the silver watch he was wearing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A necromancer huh? AND the wind power? Wow, you're really Gifted. Pardon the pun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well let's see if your boyfriend can do better." As he said that, the shadows wrapped all around him and then sunk into the ground and disappeared. Uriko looked to the spot where he was standing and then to the bat. The bat just rolled her eyes but when she saw Uriko looking at her, she smiled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She turned around and saw Bakuryu jump up, his Mitengan whirling wildly. Shadows erupted from the ground and the necromancer was standing there, smiling. He immediately started sending wave after wave of needle-like shadows at Bakuryu who was dodging and evading for his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a large crash and she whirled around again, only to find that the bat wasn't a bat anymore but a T-Rex that was slightly larger than en elephant. Uriko gasped. "Shapeshifter," she said. To which the dinosaur just smiled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wouldn't worry about your boyfriend if I were you." The dinosaur said, then it opened it's mouth and out came a blast of fire much hotter and stronger tha Uriko's fireballs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can breathe fire?" She asked incredulously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haha, I AM a shapeshifter, but the bonus of my otherwise common power is that every creature I can transform into has a unique ability attached to it. My bat-form has the supersonic screech, and my dinosaur can breathe fire." Her grin became feral, " You're gonna need a lot to defeat me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;********************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu, ducked and dodged. Trying to avoid the barrage of needles flying his way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is getting boring," Solomon said, "Maybe I should just end it here." As he said that, he gathered the shadows from all around them and pooled them in front of himself. Waving the hand with the now black-coloured watch around in a circular motion, he lifted both hands and directed them at Bakuryu who stood there, fascinated by the writhing shadows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He didn't have too long to enjoy them though. The mass of spinning shadows had, under the necromancer's command, formed a huge drill twice the size of Bakuryu himself, and it was heading straight for him. Bakuryu tried unleashing a stream of fire onto it, but the drill didn't even slow down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What the hell? I'm going to have to use it already?" he said. The necromancer didn't understand him, but simply continued his assault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teen waved his&amp;nbsp;left hand in front of him in a vertical arc, making a pulling motion with his right. Out of thin air, a beutifully crafted, emerald encrusted silver bow appeared in his left hand. A flat, oval-shaped band of light appeared in his right, like an arrow. Aiming it straight at the tip of the drill, he shouted,"Infinity Arrow: Light!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The band of light twisted into a sparkling silver arrow, pulling back on the bow, he released it with pin-point accuracy at the tip of the drill that was just a few feet away from tearing him apart. The arrow hit the drill, and both attacks stopped moving any further. It was like a struggle of power between the two attacks that seemed to have a mind of their own. It didn't last long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The arrow plunged straight into the tip of the drill and, with a powerful burst of light, it ripped the drill into nothing, much like what the sound and wind had done to Uriko's fireball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu took his chance while the Gifted was distracted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small seed. Charging it with his Nature energy, he flung it into the middle of the roof that they were standing on. The seed suddenly erupted as roots grew downwards and embedded themselves in the roof while shoots and stems, vines and thorns, flowers and leaves all grew upwards and towards the necromancer who was, surprisingly, just standing there. With the monstrous mini-forest inches away from ripping him to shreds, he held up his right hand and said a single word, "Mortem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A black mist leaked out of the watch. It flowed over the trees and plants that were almost surrounding him. Within a few seconds, the brown, ash, chocolate, green, yellow, purple; all the colours on the trees had faded to grey, the trees themselves had begun to shrivel and die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu reached out to the dying trees, saddened by&amp;nbsp;their loss of life. He snapped his fingers and a single rose grew out of the tree closest to him. He plucked it off just as the entire structure was completely dead and shattered into a million little fragments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stepping back, he raised his eyebrows in a question, hoping that the necromancer would be fool enough to brag about his powers so that he could find a way to stop him. He wasn't let down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahh, impressed?" The necromancer asked. Bakuryu didn't respond. " It's beautiful, isn't it? Necromancy? It is a power that relies on death, darkness and shadows. Places that necromancers love include graveyards, murder crime scenes and dark alleys. We draw our power from such places. Especially where there is the touch of death. Sometimes, we can collect the darkness and the death around us, and place it in a personal object, to be used as a back-up resource. Whenever we like, we can release this darkness, killing anything around us that does not possess a sufficiently strong will to live, cancelling out their life force with our...death force. Your trees were animated by your energy, and therefore have no will to live whatsoever, but by killing them, I still get what I want- a fresh batch of death energy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, you can kill my plants? But not me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sadly, yes. If only killing you were that simple..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then, if I'm still alive no matter what, you're gonna lose this match."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hah! Beating me AND keeping your life,&amp;nbsp;neither&amp;nbsp;is going to&amp;nbsp;be easy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu ignored the comment and threw the rose to the ground. It embedded itself in the cement and, with a flash of red and green light, the single stalk grew into a protective ring of thorns, vines, branches and roses around him. Petals flew around him in no fixed manner, but the older man could tell that they too were a defense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu waved his hands over the ring of branches and four huge roses rose up from them. The roses seemed to be in bud form but rapidly expanded until they were ready to burst. With a snap of the nature-manipulator's fingers, they turned to point at the necromancer and burst open, each firing a powerful stream of energy at him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this happened in the space of a few seconds and the older man barely had time to conjure up a wall of shadows to protect himself. Just as the surge of energy subsided, vines burst out from underneath him and wrapped around his limbs, tying them together. He struggled valiantly but to no avail. Keeping calm, he twisted his wrist, summoning a small wave of shadows. Breathing them in, he blew down onto the vines holding him. The vines were sliced down the middle and he used a small gust of air to propel himself away before they caught him again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spotting a chance to retaliate, he gathered all the shadows in and around the building in front of him and directed them at the teen opposite himself. The shadows surged over Bakuryu and before he had a chance to protect himself, they had crushed his plant into splinters and wrapped around him, lifting him up into the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu was left hanging, unable to move his limbs, unable to escape. His fire was useless against the shadows and he couldn't use his nature powers without his hands and feet. Seeing no other option, he decided to try something new. He closed his mouth tight, breathed in deeply and leet the energy flow to his mouth. Opening it, he aimed it first at the sky, letting a bolt of energy form, then at the shadows and spit them out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Infinity arrow," he cried," Light!" Once again, the shadows were dissolved by the blinding flash of light and he dropped to the ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wow," Solomon said, "I didn't think you could do that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I didn't know I could either." Bakuryu replied. "But I'll celebrate later." Smiling, he began to attack the necromancer with full force. Combining a barrage of vines, thorns and branches with balls and streams of fire. The older man was driven back by the force of the attack, unable to effectively retaliate or to unleash his deathwave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He cursed under his breath. This was too much. If it kept on going like this, he wouldn't last much longer. The boy was good. Very good. And he was, as he finally became willing to admit, outclassed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alright," he said, "No more Mr. Nice Guy." He took a deep breath and blew hard at Bakuryu, knocking him off his feet and nearly of the building. Pulling the scattered shadows towards himself, he formed a mass of individual needles and, using his wind manipulation, sent them in a spinning vortex towards the boy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu held up both hands, chanting under his breath. A ring of golden light appeared in his hands, pulsing quickly. Looking at the ring, then at his attacker, he said to himself, "Crown of the Sun, save me, your bearer." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, nothing happened, and a look of triumph flashed across the necromancer's face, but just as the needles almost&amp;nbsp;ripped the Leandasian to shreds, a bubble of gold appeared around him, deflecting them in random directions.&amp;nbsp;Solomon refused to give up and launched the deflected shadows back at the bubble, hoping to pop it. After a while, he noticed the needles getting stuck in the surface of the bubble. Thinking he succeeded in piercing it, the necromancer continued his onslaught until all the shadows were embedded in the bubble. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He began moving his hands in a crushing motion, trying to fully break through, but he couldn't. The shadows were stuck. He couldn't even pull them out. Then suddenly, they began to swirl, returning to their shadowy forms and whirling across the bubble like liquid. He thought, once again, that he was winning, but the boy in the bubble had other ideas. The flowing shadows had stopped moving and returned to their needle-forms. Fearing the worst, he began to back away but his worst fears were realised when the needles flew back at him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He managed to hold most of them off but a few had grazed his skin. More irritated than hurt, he turned back to face his attacker only to see twin streams of fire flying straight at him. Not having enough time to summon a shield of darkness, he leapt into the air, relying on his wind to carry him away from the inferno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu smiled. He managed to find a weakness, albeit a small one: It took the guy quite some time to&amp;nbsp;call upon&amp;nbsp;or gather the&amp;nbsp;shadows, so if he kept one step ahead of him, he would be reduced to wind power, which was something that Bakuryu knew he could beat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He took a moment to regroup and sent another stream of flames at the man now hovering above the rooftops, however, his little delay while thinking had cost him his advantage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Damn it," he thought, "I gotta' learn to think faster." The flames connected with yet another wall of shadows. This time, he didn't hesitate and once again summoned his Infinity Arrow of Light. He aimed it at the necromancer who was still beating back the flames and fired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shield instantly burst open. Taking his chance, he ran to the pile of wooden splinters that was once his weapon and shield and picked up a petal from the heap. Charging it with his energy, he watched as it turned into a small knife-like object and he flung it at the necromancer who had just gotten over the blinding flash of light and the force of the explosion caused by that bloody arrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu smiled as the necromancer simply gathered the shadows around his hand and slapped it away. Big mistake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The small, sharp, petal-knife hybrid burst at the contact, turning into about fifty or so of the same projectile, flying at him once more, he tried blocking them with his shadows but each individual knife just burst into fifty more. This kept going on for a while and soon the necromancer was too tired to fight back. He'd gotten badly scratched by the knives and he could barely keep control of his wind or his shadows. Some of the petal-knives still circled him dangerously but he didn't care anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He attempted one last ditch effort to throw a huge wall of wind and shadows at the teen but when Bakuryu just blocked it with his Crown of the Sun again, he slumped to the floor, unconscious. The fight had worn him through and he no longer possessed the strength to fight or argue with anybody. Sorry Quince, he thought, I hope you can manage on your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakuryu was really worn out. He didn't realise how difficult that fight had been. He reached into his pouch once more and brought out a small silver rectangular cuboid that looked like a lighter. He pulled the top off and a strange blowing noise could be heard. A white mist surrounded the older man's body and all of a sudden, it was sucked back into the case, aking the body with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teen smiled, he looked over at his girlfriend. She was faced off against a fire-breathing dinosaur and she was using fire too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, she was using fire. What was she? Insane? Then he realised that she couldn't pull water out of the air coz' it was probably too dry and she hadn't the strength left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang on, Uriko, he thought, I'm coming!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;YESSS!!! I'm done!! Okay, Uriko's fight isn't but at least I can take a short break now. Wow.. my mind is fried. Look forward to Bakuryu's CP (character profile) and maybe a filler or two:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4732615165593524408?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4732615165593524408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4732615165593524408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4732615165593524408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth_22.html' title='Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Chapter Two)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-8623310611877646631</id><published>2011-11-21T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T03:14:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OK, I know I promised chapter two, but I already gave you all so much! Ruby's profile is up and I think it's pretty interesting. Oh, and I updated Michael's profile too coz' I realised it's lacking some basic info. Go check that out too:)! This is just a filler I felt like writing:P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, this is dedicated to you-know-who, in hopes that it will help you :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep reading the stuff you write, and, erm, I don't know whether I should feel sad or happy or indifferent or guilty... I think I should have helped, but, maybe... haiz, I don't know..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, you know what, I shall write this in the third person point of view.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When A likes B, and B thinks of A only as a friend, it can get pretty awkward. But, things will only get more awkward if A stops talking to B and starts thinking too much. A should always take the initiative to try and bridge the gap, because it can get really difficult for B to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust me, I know. But, I've seen "B"s who are RREEAALLYY nice and will try to say hi and stuff to their respective "A"s but if the "A"s keep thinking about how awkward everything is, nothing will get done and you will end up with the typical ruined friendship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, whether you're an A or a B, you should try to bridge the gap. Talking things through, try to understand each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all the As out there, I know how you feel. It can get really sad at times. Sometimes, you just want to sit there in front of them and cry. Then, you realise that even if you do that, they probably won't care and, at most, they will pat you on the back and tell you it's ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THEY ARE LYING! Who are they kidding? IT'S OK???!! SAID WHO?? Yup it is DEFINITELY NOT OK! But, here's the sad part: The only one who knows this and feels it, is you :( Yup, I've been there.. twice... and I know how the crushing depression can rreaallyy get to you. It sucks, big time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I learnt, after the second experience (dammit) that the only person that can save you is yourself. You got to face that sadness yourself, and make one of two choices :1) Just.. Let go ( this is REALLY hard, I tried, but then the thought of not having that kind of emotion towards anyone, that short period of time when you haven't found a new love yet, that thought scared me, and I couldn't face it so I gave up ). If you are strong enough, do it! Trust me, you'll be a lot better off:) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choice number 2) Keep holding on. It seems like there's hope at first. And then, when you really crave that emotional satisfaction, you'll start seeing signs, signs that they like you already. You'll feel soo happy. On top of the world. But... the higher you climb, the harder you fall. I fell. Twice I think. But I'm still climbing. I'm an idiot, don't listen to me;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust me, if you try to keep holding on, you will keep hurting. It's like you're climbing a mountain and some f*ck*ing a**hole poured oil over the whole thing. You'll keep falling, and if you struggle further to the top, you'll lose strength and fall AGAIN, harder this time. So, if you're willing to keep going, I salute you my friend, good luck. If you give up and successfully let go, I'll respect you for doing something I couldn't. It's really your call. So good luck I say!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dear friends (I suddenly realise that there are two people who can find help in this post, I'm awesome XD), I've been both A and B, more than once for each one. I can just tell you that either choice won't be easy, but YOU made the choice to start in the first place. It's really up to you and no one else to settle this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and remember, it's only the "A"s (the people who are crushing on B) that will feel the awkwardness. But this awkwardness will push the Bs away in a silent but powerful wave. You have to be the one to stop that wave, so good luck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Josh:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-8623310611877646631?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/8623310611877646631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/8623310611877646631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/8623310611877646631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s all about you :)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-6225378985429493985</id><published>2011-11-21T03:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:03:45.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Profile #2 - Ruby Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ruby Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;170cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;( I'm not allowed to disclose this )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Siblings:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Kingsley Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Relationship Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Married&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Michael Hakuryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Personal Description:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Straight, long blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. She has the most alluring pair of eyes, bright green, large and framed by long eyelashes. She has a heart-shaped face, a small but sharp nose and soft pink lips. Has a good hourglass figure, and lightly toned arms, belying the great amount of strength she has. She likes to wear a black elbow-length silk jacket that flares at the elbow on top of a white tube-top. She wears a white skirt with a slim black belt that's more for decoration than anything else as it simply hangs on her hips. She wears silver heels that are made of thin straps wrapping around her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Beast Form:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Element Preference:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Fire (Often referred to as "Mage of Fire" amongst other things *see below* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Abilities chosen to bring to Earth for this mission:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Manipulation of Fire and Wind (wind control is also something she's very good at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Signature Move:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Clashing Harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Generally, it allows her to create music out of thin air. It can be anything from the sound of her own voice to an entire orchestra depending on its function and strength. By channelling her enrgy through the music, she can create a very powerful wave of energy that can destroy anything around her or, with some adjustments, do many other things, such as :create plants, nullify attacks, protect herself and others etc. This ability also allows her to freely use any of her music related abilities on Earth. It's kind of unfair, but there it is. Her ability is very rare and she has perfect control over it, earning herself the title of "Mage of Music"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Special Abilities:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-Kurogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Yield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Description of SA(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; i) Kurogan (Dark Eye)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;-This is another one of the Five Doujutsu (the Eye techniques possessed by some ninja). This ability isn't as highly-valued as the other four, because while the other four undoubtably make a person stronger, this one seems to make a person weaker. When used, the user's eyes become completely black, and the user becomes... completely BLIND. You may agree with most other people and say that it's kinda' useless, but the fact is, it cuts off a person's vision while enhancing their other senses. It's useful for blocking off illusions, some forms of spells and hypnotism, and other abilities that rely on compromising a person's sense of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ii)Yield&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;- This move allows Ruby to stop time and everyone around her for short periods of time while she herself and anyone she chooses can move around freely. I don't know how she learnt it or where she acquired this ability but it's quite useful coz' it can be used on Earth and anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Life Story: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ruby was born to a very rich family. The Swans were wealthy, influential and famous for their mastery of sorcery and magic, earning themselves the titles of "Mages". Some, like Ruby, were honoured even further with titles such as Mage of Fire, Mage of Nature, Mage of Light etc. Ruby and her brother lived a charmed life. They were very close growing up, but, like many of the children of the Assembly of Lune, both them and their parents were targets for others. At the age of fifteen, the two siblings were orphaned and had to fend for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Luckily, their parents had bound the family's wealth very well and Ruby and her brother still got to enjoy it. However, Kingsley was traumatised by their parents' death and left his home and his wealth. Ruby suffered emotionally after he was gone. She spent most of her time working on her music abilities and went around performing in disguise to earn money. She was found by Michael during one of her concerts (yes, she did become that popular). He could see through the illusion she had cast through her music and he recognised her immediately as one of the Swan children. He recruited her and she officially rejoined the Assembly. She was one of the earliest to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Michael trained her to express herself not only through her music, but through her other abilities as well. He found she had a natural aptitude for fire, possibly because of her phoenix blood. She continued learning on her own, training with fire masters from all over Leandasia and even on Earth. She even discovered some long-lost fire secrets, gaining powers no one else ever had. She soon surpassed Michael and anyone else in her manipulation of fire and earned herself the title of Mage of Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Michael also trained her to build her upper-body strength, which he initially feared that she lacked. She seemed to enjoy that too, and pretty soon, she became so strong even Michael would avoid taking a hit if he could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Michael once said that Ruby was his best student, and indeed, she was. She managed to learn and master everything that Michael attempted to teach her, and in her own way, she surpassed him in many aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;After some time travelling together, recruiting the other members and fighting bad guys, Ruby and Michael fell in love and started dating. Another year and the two got married. It was almost a fairytale at first, but they had their problems. In the end, they stilled managed to pull everything together and they're still going strong after 3 years of marriage. Maybe the whole Dragon-Phoenix thing helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;So, here we are now, Ruby, strong, powerful, and happily married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-6225378985429493985?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/6225378985429493985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-profile-2-ruby-swan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/6225378985429493985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/6225378985429493985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-profile-2-ruby-swan.html' title='Character Profile #2 - Ruby Swan'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1630694509734531181</id><published>2011-11-21T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:00:22.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Info Page - by Michael Hakuryu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay, guys. Before we continue with our story, I thought it would be better if I could provide you guys with a list of the people who are taking part in this little journey, the elements that they've chosen and the people they're paired with. This'll be followed with another character profile and then the next installment of our little story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, by the way, the element on top is their main element while the one on the bottom is their second choice, just to give a clearer picture."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;............................................................................................................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: currentColor; mso-border-insideh: none; mso-border-insidev: none; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-layout-alt: fixed; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Michael  Hakuryu &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0cm -13.15pt; text-indent: 13.15pt;"&gt;Ruby Swan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Wind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Wind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 2;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 3;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Brandon  Hakuryu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Aurora  Maestro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 4;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Wind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 5;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 6;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Kingsley  Swan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Cynthia  Lexington&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 7;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Volcanic  Ice*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Frosty  Fire*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;*will be  explained in character profile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Sand  (yes, it’s an element)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Ice (yes,  this too)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 8;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 9;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sakura  Maestro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Paul  Lexington&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 10;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Wind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Water&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 11;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 12;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bakuryu  Hanaumi (Lexington)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Uriko Leo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 13; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 210.95pt;" valign="top" width="211"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Nature  (you know, plants and tress etc.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 7cm;" valign="top" width="198"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;-Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;............................................................................................................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay, hope you guys got all that. Next up, character profile #2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"p.s. Don't think the character profiles and info pages are boring. They really help you understand the story, honest!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1630694509734531181?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1630694509734531181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1630694509734531181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1630694509734531181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth_21.html' title='Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Info Page - by Michael Hakuryu)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1266256837610422836</id><published>2011-11-13T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:34:03.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Chapter 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandon just leaned back against the wall. "Huh, another group of Gifted biting off more than they can chew," he thought to himself, "guess we'll just have to teach them a lesson." He decided to tune back in to what his twin brother was saying on the platform.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...supposedly more powerful than many Gifted that we've faced before. The High Councils of the Gifted from communities across China, America, Africa, Australia, Japan, and many other major countries have made that same claim. We can't assume that they're right coz' Gifted have such small minds about true power, but, we can't ignore the warning either. I've seen some of the things the DeathHawks have done. Some are great examples of elemental prowess, others look like the results of powers that we've either never heard of before, or that are being used in ways we can't imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, you know why we're gathered here in the Assemblium. We have to stop it coz' it's not only the gifted that are aware of it and that are being affected by it. The non-gifted community is also panicking over the situation, but they're attributing it to more "logical" causes such as global warming, mad scientists, and my personal favourite-- God's punishment on all the pagans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As silly as the Gifted and non-gifted communities are acting, we need to stop them, so I wanna ask, as I always do, who's interested to go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence filled the room. The members of the Assembly of Lune merely looked back and forth between one another, waiting for the one with the most initiative to hold up their hand or say something. Finally someone did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you're going, Mike, I'm definitely coming too." The speaker was none other than Ruby Swan. Her brother, Kingsley, soon followed suit, " Yeah, me too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost lazily, Brandon put up his own hand, saying nothing. Michael acknowledged him with a nod before moving on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyone else?" he asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'd like to see what these Earthlings have to offer. I'll go." Paul, a member of Lexington.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As expected, Aurora Maestro and her younger sister, Sakura, both decided to join their respective boyfriends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that came Cynthia and Bakuryu, both from a branch family of the Lexingtons known as HanaUmi, and Uriko, from Leo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No one else?" Michael looked to the Leviathans, the Leonardos and the remainder of the Lexingtons, they were more reclusive and preferred to stay on Leandasia during such occasions, guarding the Hakuryu Mansion if necessary. Each of them nodded almost imperceptibly, signalling a no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Very well, I suppose we can get a move on then. First of all, let me remind you of the rules: only two abilities are to be chosen outside of your signature moves. In this case, I want you all to pick something elemental. Your signature moves, as many levels of them as you have, can be brought along freely and used whenever you like and any special abilities you have will not be taken from you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We will travel in pairs, and in this fortunate situation, everyone shall go with their respective 'partners'. We will be separated and sent to places where the DeathHawks are expected to be. Special capsules will be given to you to capture your opponents once you have beaten them. These will allow us to question them ourselves her on Leandasia. Once you have captured the DeathHawks you have battled, a special spell activated by the various High Councils will allow you to travel to the next location. All you need to do is to say the words 'Pacem Reddita' and you'll be on your way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, shall we go?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;............................................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's notes- *Sigh of relief* Finally the first chapter is done. It's not my best but I don't know how to write these "discussion" scenes. I'll work on them, but mainly this chapter was to get you guys in the know about what happens when the Assembly gets a "mission" like this. It's just an introduction, but I hope it was okay. I promise that the following chaps will be more fun and interesting. Stay tuned for more character profiles, brief "story notes", maybe some fillers along the way and of course, the next chapter! Leave a comment in the chat box about the story too, let me know if there's anything I need to work on :).....p.s. I know there's a lot I need to work on XD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1266256837610422836?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1266256837610422836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1266256837610422836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1266256837610422836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/tales-from-leandasia-talons-of-earth.html' title='Tales from Leandasia ~ Talons of the Earth (Chapter 1)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-7030674571947780907</id><published>2011-11-06T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:53:42.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Profile #1 Michael Hakuryu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Hi, guys! I promised to give you guys character profiles on most or all of the characters you'll meet along the way, so here's the first one! It's mine *winks and smiles proudly*! Hope you guys find it informative and interesting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Michael Hakuryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Height: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;185cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weight: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;68kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hakuryu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siblings: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Brandon Hakuryu (twin brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationship Status: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Married&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; Ruby Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Personal Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tall, black hair, almost resembling dark blue. A bit messily spiked in an undeniably attractive way. Skin mildly tanned. Eyes also a dark blue in colour. Diamond-shaped face. Defined jaw but not too strong. Broad shoulders. Not overly buff but has a well-toned body. Likes to wear a long-sleeved, silver-coloured suit that resembles a samfu (chinese traditional clothing) but fits waay better( it shows off the shoulders and the slim waist quite well and stretches until the knees. It has a cerulean blue lining and it sorta' splits and flares out at the waist, resembling a split robe. Wears black pants and leather shoes that seem like dress clothing, but are as flexible and durable as the best sportswear out there, Leandasian craftsmanship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Beast Form: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*Note: Okay, the thing about Leandasians is, we have true human-like forms but we also contain the blood of some animals and mythical creatures. Most Leandasians have a "Beast Form" which is as much a part of them as their human-like forms. What creature they are depends on what blood they contain, and USUALLY, usually, most of the members of the same family will be the same creature unless genes from another family are mixed in and strong enough to be passed down to the next generation through marriage. For instance, most of the people in my family were, or are, dragons. But sometimes, there are phoenixes and wolves too because there seems to be some kind of attraction between dragons and these two other species and members of our family often mated with them. Anyway, moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Element preference: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(but to be honest I'm quite good at all of them..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Abilities chosen to bring to Earth for this mission: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Manipulation of Earth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Manipulation of Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Signature Move: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Draconus Accio ( Dragon summoning )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*Note: Signature moves usually have two or three levels but to prevent any loss of interest, I'll just mention the first one here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Description of SM: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;My family is acknowledged as the leaders of all the dragons, so every few generations, the first-born child would be born with this ability. You see, while dragons are also normal Leandasians, they often have their own specialties and are often given titles such as Dragon of Water, Dragon of Lightning, Dragon of Stealth and so on. My SM allows me to summon any dragon I wish, whenever I want and&amp;nbsp;wherever I am (be it here or on Earth), and to use its special abilities to aid me in accomplishing a task. Don't think any less of me for it, coz'&amp;nbsp;it takes a great amount of effort and energy to perform the summoning and no one else in Leandasia can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Special abilities: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hakukage Sharingan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*Note: Special abilities are mentioned here because there are some abilities that we possess which are so closely bonded to ourselves that the seal has no effect on them. They can be used freely on Earth, therefore I find it necessary to mention them here too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Description of SA: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;If you have watched "Naruto" an anime series which lots of humans seem to enjoy, then you should have a rough&amp;nbsp;idea of what my ability can do. If you haven't let me explain it to you. On Leandasia and on Earth, some people who practice ninjutsu, that is, the art of the ninja, are born with special abilities known as "Doujutsu" or "Eye Techniques". There are&amp;nbsp;five but only&amp;nbsp;three are possessed by the members of the Assembly of Lune. The first&amp;nbsp;two are&amp;nbsp;the "Mitengan" and the "Kurogan". We'll get to those later. The third one, which I possess is called the "Hakukage Sharingan" or the "White Shadow Copy Wheel Eye". This technique gives me a range of special abilities that can help A LOT in a sticky situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-it allows me to detect subtle movements and details that most people might miss in a battle. This allows me to be more aware of the battle and even lets me predict the opponents next move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-it also allows me to memorise images, movements and the techniques of others so that I may copy them or anticipate them in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-it allows me to use Tsukuyomi--a special ability that lets me place another person under an illusion and torture them mentally through that illusion. It can also change a person's perception of time, making them feel like they have been tortured for days when it has only been seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Amaterasu. This ability varies between different sharingan users. Sometimes, it might appear as an inextinguishable black flame created at the user's focal point that doesn't stop burning until it destroys its target. But for me, it is an invisible force that simply disintegrates whatever it is that I'm looking at. This power is very useful, but incredibly strength-consuming. In fact, prolonged use can even cause one's eyes to bleed and cause blindness. That's why I try to avoid using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-The last ability, Susanoo. It creates a gigantic humanoid dragon made of pure energy around me. It's the strongest ability that my eyes can grant me, but like the Amaterasu, it is terribly taxing. This ability not only hurts the eyes, but the body as well, draining every last scrap of energy I have to sustain itself. I never use this ability unless I have absolutely no other choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life story:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was a talented kid. Even when I was small, my parents knew that my brother and I were really powerful. They were proud of us because they knew that we could be great warriors in the future and would help to keep the balance in our land. We had a happy childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But fate didn't agree. One day, an assassin, I never found out who, was sent to murder our family. He(or she) had killed them because they played key roles in stabilizing our world during and after the 3rd Great War. They left us alone because they saw us as posing no threat to their mischief. They were right. After our parents died, my brother and I were nearly destroyed by grief. Brandon turned evil for some reason and ran away. I was left alone to struggle through my teen years. It was a dark time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Later, I learnt about the Assembly of Lune and did my best to gather all of the Leandasians belonging to its current generation. In fact, I was the only one who could teach them about their own talents and help them to express their abilities and to reach their full potential coz' they all had troubled childhoods and they often turned to their best abilities and stuck to using those to help themselves get through life. I was the one to break them out of all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everyone had that their issues, and I totally understood that. We had some trouble at first and everyone was wary of each other, but with some guidance and training, we became as close as ever. A while later, I found my brother again and I was the happiest person alive. Ruby and I got married and a short while later, Neptune, the previous ruler of Leandasia, entrusted me with his duties and passed on. It was a great responsibility but well, with Ruby at my side, I was sure I could manage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And so, here I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, that's all for my profile. Hope it made sense coz' I can get a bit long-winded sometimes. Can't wait to tell you about our adventures too. See ya' soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-7030674571947780907?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/7030674571947780907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-profile-1-michael-hakuryu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7030674571947780907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7030674571947780907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-profile-1-michael-hakuryu.html' title='Character Profile #1 Michael Hakuryu'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-5860245885144400592</id><published>2011-11-06T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:17:14.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leandasia - A Child's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Hi Guys, I've been really lifeless lately, so I've been going through my old posts, and I saw the posts for my abandoned novel-Song of Earth. I abandoned it coz' I realized that it didn't have a proper plot or storyline and I didn't have any idea how it was going to end. So.. I was thinking, how about I start another story based on something that I used to imagine as a kid, u know, like my imaginary friends or something like that ;) I hope you like it. I've had years to work on the story but I'm not sure if I can write it coz' there's a lot of action involved :/ [;)] Well, here's the introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leandasia -&amp;nbsp; An Introduction (by Michael Hakuryu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Welcome, everyone. My name is Michael. Michael Hakuryu. A strange name you might say, but honestly, I think it's a perfectly fine name. Those of you who understand Japanese might know that Hakuryu can be directly translated as White Dragon. Indeed, our family's history has influenced the development of both Chinese and Japanese as languages and also the mythology of the two nations. But nevermind them. I'm here to introduce you to the beautiful land where I live - Leandasia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leandasia is not some distant island or alternate dimension. It is a planet right here in the celestial formation that you humans know as the Solar System. It shares Earth's orbit, but travels at a speed that is only a fraction faster than that of the Earth. Every hundred years or so, the planets face the risk of colliding, but using our powers, we Leandasians are able to prevent such a catastrophe through a special ritual which allows us to skip ahead of Earth and continue on our orbit, giving us a few hundred years of peace and untroubled existence to enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are three types of&amp;nbsp;beings that we know of. The first is ordinary humans, which include most of you reading this - people who have no special abilities whatsoever. The second is a group of people known as the Gifted - these are humans who possess one or two special abilities that can range from flying to an incredible memory. The third is people like me - Leandasians. We are not human. Our DNA is different in many ways. As such, we have the capacity to possess many special abilities ranging from elemental control to magic to auric energy to ninjutsu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our planet has seven moons, each one named after the seven most powerful and most ancient families who were the first to dominate the planet - Lexington, Maestro, Leo, Swan, Leonardo, Leviathan and of course, Hakuryu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am part of a special group of Leandasians who are the current generation of the seven lunar families. We are known as the Assembly of&amp;nbsp;Lune&amp;nbsp;and we like to think of ourselves as a really close family. Currently, we all live together in the Hakuryu family mansion which, believe me, is nothing like your mansions on Earth. It's not old and dusty and creepy. It's modern, has all of the latest Leandasian technology such as fight simulators, full-house surveillance and communications systems, it's impermeable to dirt, AND IT'S HUGE! Sorry, but it's my home so I gotta' do some rubbing in faces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyway, this story is about me and a few other members of the Assembly of Lune going on one of our 'missions'. Being Leandasians, we have jobs, but our jobs are usually high-pay and require minimal work. For instance, I own a ( I know this will sound both familiar and weird )&lt;/em&gt; Chocolate factory &lt;em&gt;and the chocolates we make would make even your Willy Wonka give up his business. I don't make the chocolate, I just create the recipes and provide the tools to help my men make it. The revenue is quite high coz' Leandasians LOVE chocolate and mine are the BEST (forgive my lack of humility but I have no reason to be humble)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As such, we have a LOT of free time on our hands. To prevent ourselves from rotting away, we often go around in search of problems or troublemakers both in Leandasia or on Earth and we try to solve these problems to fill our time. Also being the most powerful people on Leandasia and being leaders by default, we are the ones that the head of the Gifted community on Earth comtacts when he detects disturbances. Damn him... It's rather troublesome. Then again, we should thank him coz' without such problems for us to solve, we'd be pretty lifeless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This time, we have been requested to deal with a group of 24 very skilled Gifted who have spread across the globe causing trouble, big and small. They call themselves the DeathHawks and from what I've heard, they do seem pretty good. Then again, earthlings always exaggerate the skills of the Gifted because they don't know what true skill really is. Frankly, I fail to see how they could be any different from our other encounters. So, we must do what we must do and take them out like we always do, maybe bring them back in for questioning or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, I think I've prattled on for too long. Maybe we should get on with the documentation of the actual little episode we had dealing with the DeathHawks. But before we begin, I think I should mention that Leandasians, as a rule, aren't allowed to bring all their powers with them when they travel to Earth. This rule is enforced through some ancient seal that was&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; created long ago&amp;nbsp;by some of the Gifted who worked together with the Leandasians to make sure that no Leandasian would come to Earth and wreak havoc by abusing their wide range of abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As a result, Leandasians are only allowed to select two specific abilities, e.g. manipulation of water, teleportation, shapeshifting, ninjutsu, wand-wielding magic, auric magic etc, to be brought with them to Earth for their use should the need arise. It's great for keeping the balance between the two planets, but it makes dealing with people like the DH kind of difficult. Sometimes, I wish they had never made that stupid rule.. But the good thing is that the rule also allows us to bring our "Signature" moves to Earth. These are a collection of three or less abilities that are unique to every Leandasian. Since most of our power comes from our Signature moves, it makes things easier, but still not as easy as it would be with our full scope of abilities...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OK, I reeeaally need to stop right now. But, just to make things easy on you, I'll include some character profiles before, after or in between posts to explain about the different Leandasians and Gifted we will meet, or to list out facts about the story that would be deemed important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I kinda' gotta go right now. Wish us luck, and good luck to you too! We hope you would enjoy this little snippet of our lives."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-5860245885144400592?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/5860245885144400592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/leandasia-childs-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/5860245885144400592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/5860245885144400592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/11/leandasia-childs-dream.html' title='Leandasia - A Child&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2471668909326350326</id><published>2011-10-22T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:45:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hmm.. Just, kinda bored right now... Ideas swirling in my head..So, let's write a blog post XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I just saw something that someone wrote about emotions. They wrote about how empty a person feels when they no longer have emotions. How empty life feels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Well, it got me thinking.. What does it feel like to not have emotions? Wouldn't it be strange??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;We're human. The greatest gift God gave us was our free will and our ability to express ourselves through our actions and emotions. So, what would it be like to lose it all? How would we feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I'm sure some might argue that without emotions we wouldn't care how, when or why we lost them in the first place, but just for the sake of argument, wouldn't life be awfully sad and well, emotionless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Think about it, no joy, no happiness, no friendship, no love? Of course, we wouldn't have anger, hatred, jealousy, depression and many other negative feelings, but why would anyone choose that?? It's like sucking the colour out of your life... It's like taking away everything that makes life meaningful. Living like that, day to day, without any spark or flare or even dark cloud, who'd want that kind of life? You'd be better off dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Even animals and plants have emotions. Animals fight over mates, food and territory. They do the best they can to raise their young. Their emotions may be less complex and supplied by a more primal need, but they're similar to ours.. As for plants, they have one simple emotion, the desire to grow, to cover the earth and to overcome all obstacles in their path. Think about it: Most of those "Life after Humans" shows show that the Earth is once again covered in green. Moss, mould and dense forests all completely cover the Earth and even succeed in infiltrating the mass "concrete jungles" that the now extinct humanity once built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;So, if we don't have emotions, we're even worse off than plants. How depressing is that? Even if you are unable to feel emotion, the fact that you can feel that lack of emotion, feel the emptiness and have the desire to fill that void with something, that awareness IS an emotion. If one says that true, unselfish emotion doesn't exist, then I would counter that by saying that pure, absolute indifference doesn't either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;We ARE Human, we DO have emotion. Maybe.. we're just looking for it in the wrong places? Who knows? We must try our best to express our emotions and live our lives as best as we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Look at the background of this blog. What do you see? A whole lot of blue and white? Well, for those with horribly practical and unimaginative minds(and you have to be really dull not to see this), it's an abstract image of blue, transparent pipes and tubes. I like it a lot coz' I find blue and abstract things in general very comforting when it's presented in a subtle way like this. It's makes me feel both calm and excited, happy and melancholic, and when I look at it, I can't help but smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What do you see when YOU look at it? Do you feel the way I do? Or do you feel "blue" XD? Or are you like some people(cough,cough, my dad,cough,cough) who really hate blue coz' it irritates them? Well, even that simple psychological reaction to an abstract design can be called an EMOTION:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;So think about the importance of emotions. Are they a gift or a burden? Are they worth keeping? Well, you decide. Personally, I wouldn't trade them for the world:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Well, I'm signing off now. Hope you guys found that interesting :D See ya' soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2471668909326350326?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2471668909326350326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/10/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2471668909326350326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2471668909326350326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/10/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-7389308424837242091</id><published>2011-10-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:46:30.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;It's funny when you find out that most of what you assume in life is probably wrong. For instance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you love Pokemon, it doesn't mean everyone thinks it's cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you speak English, it doesn't mean that everyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you say "lolli"when you're a kid, it doesn't mean that that long truck-like vehicle is gona' change its name for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you are feeling happy, it doesn't mean that everyone is willing to listen to you babble about nonsense all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you are depressed, it doesn't mean that everyone will stop to ask you why you are frowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because English is your first language, it doesn't mean that your English is better than everyone else your age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you are Indian, it doesn't mean you can't speak Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you are Chinese, it doesn't mean you prefer speaking Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you smile at someone, it doesn't mean they will fall in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because they smile back, it doesn't mean that they have fallen in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you think you look fine, it doesn't mean everyone else agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you like a certain type of girl, it doesn't mean that everyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you dislike a certain type of guy, doesn't mean that everyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you believe that you are right, it doesn't mean that you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you can't be perfect, it doesn't mean that nobody else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you can't make them happy, it doesn't mean that nobody else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you post your heart out on facebook and friendster and twitter and blogger, it doesn't mean that anyone will care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you love them with all your heart and you're close to breaking, it doesn't mean that they will ever start loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you feel that you're the only one who really cares, doesn't mean that they have to start caring for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just because you feel ready to tell them, it doesn't mean that they're ready to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Maybe I'm just stuck in a rut right now.... But I'm not the intellectual type, so I can't be writing some great piece about some great philosophical theory or how particles CAN move faster than light or how Steve Jobs changed the world and now he has passed on ( Steve Jobs, may he rest in peace... )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;It's funny when you find that the little ( or big ) assumptions you make in life may not be true.. ever... So sometimes, I just try to slap myself, get drunk on happiness and go jump off a cliff somewhere(in my mind)... Never assume.. You might just make an ASS out of U an ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-7389308424837242091?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/7389308424837242091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7389308424837242091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7389308424837242091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-because.html' title='Just because??'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-578162589940343561</id><published>2011-09-02T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:48:00.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect :'(</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry... Haiz, story of my life.. Just apologizing, never preventing mistakes. I'm sorry. I've said it so many times I've lost count. You told me to keep it a secret. Whether that was a joke or advice to me or what.. I should have never disobeyed it. I'm really sorry. I wish I could turn back the hands of time too.. Well anyway.. Here's Jessie J's "Nobody's Perfect". It perfectly explains what I'm feeling inside. I'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;When I'm nervous I have this thing yeah I talk too much&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just can't shut the hell up&lt;br /&gt;It's like I need to tell someone, anyone who'll listen&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I seem to fuck up, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I forget about the consequences, for a minute there I lose my senses&lt;br /&gt;And in the heat of the moment my mouth's starts going, the words start flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never meant to hurt you, I know it's time that I learnt to&lt;br /&gt;Treat the people I love like I wanna be loved&lt;br /&gt;This is a lesson learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hate that I let you down and I feel so bad about it&lt;br /&gt;I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you can't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody's perfect, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nobodys perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;I swear I never would've crossed that line&lt;br /&gt;I should of kept it between us but no I went and told the whole world how I feeling oh&lt;br /&gt;So I sit and I realise with these tears falling from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change if I wanna keep you forever&lt;br /&gt;Promise that I'm gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never meant to hurt you, I know it's time that I learn to&lt;br /&gt;Treat the people I love like I wanna be loved&lt;br /&gt;This is a lesson learnt and I hate that I let you down and I feel so bad about it&lt;br /&gt;I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you can't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody's perfect, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a saint, no, not at all, but what I did, it wasn't cool&lt;br /&gt;But I swear that I'll never do that again to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a saint, no, not at all, but what I did, it wasn't cool&lt;br /&gt;But I swear that ill never do that again to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I hate that I let you down, and I feel so bad about it&lt;br /&gt;I guess karma comes back around cause now I'm the one that's hurting yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I made you think that that the trust we had is broken&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you can't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody's perfect, no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I let you down and I feel so bad about it&lt;br /&gt;I guess karma comes back around and I'm the one that's hurting, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you can't forgive me&lt;br /&gt; Cause nobody's perfect. yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me, dont tell me&lt;br /&gt;No,no&lt;br /&gt;You cant forgive&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Because nobodys perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yeah.. Please tell me that you'll forgive me.. Coz' nobody's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-578162589940343561?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/578162589940343561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/09/nobodys-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/578162589940343561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/578162589940343561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/09/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect :&apos;('/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1357981417993901399</id><published>2011-06-22T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:49:59.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, guys.. I'm back! I know I haven't been blogging in a long while... Sorry about that XD! I guess I was too busy:) Well, you know, I don't really have much to say... ok, how about this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's tough, you know... Being normal. Or at least, it's tough not being one of the best at Something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(Btw, the "nicknames" here are made up on the spot and don't really exist, although they do represent real people... Just to protect the innocent :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I mean, even in school, you have lots of people who have something that they're good at. There's the smart kids, who always get the best grades, like Ms Professor and the Sports Dragon. Then you have the great athletes like Chipmunk and Froggie. Of course you have the computer nerds, like Rodent and the American Guy, but while they're kinda' noob, they're still good at something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's kinda' sad because my school is a really difficult place to be when you're not part of something. Being part of something helps, but if you're not good at it, you're not much better off either. I mean, I'm part of this martial arts club but I'm nowhere near the top. I can't be like Coolio and Grasshopper, those guys are just pure talent and diligence, and I can't be like Latecomer, who's been learning for years, or White, who's just really flexible. I'm trying as much as my life is allowing me to, but I can't say it's easy, or that I have any concrete hope of being one of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, then there's the group of people who make you feel the worst. Those people who are just naturally good looking or talented with the arts. There's Black and White who are just really attractive and have guy after girl after guy chasing after them. Then there's people like Purple and Celebration who are really good at art. Then you have people like Rainbow and Sunshine who can sing like gods(or at least as good as any idol around).... And the worst part about these people is that they are born with whatever they have... They have it made and don't have to work to reach the topT.T... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed.... Coz' I just can't accept the fact that I'm pretty much a Jack of all trades but a Master of none. But maybe that's what makes me special, hmm, I hope so, otherwise God really f***ed up bad XD! But anyway, CHEERS TO ALL THOSE AVERAGE JOES OUT THERE!!! WE ROCK TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;P.S. If you think you're one of the people mentioned in this post, don't get mad ok, I may not have been referring to you, and technically, I didn't use ANY RECOGNISABLE NAMES, except maybe one or two up there, but don't be "perasan"(a.k.a. full of yourself and think the world revolves around you), ok? Signing off:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1357981417993901399?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1357981417993901399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1357981417993901399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1357981417993901399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-3091236903625548359</id><published>2011-02-11T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:50:35.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be really short...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm writing this at night, and there's school tomorrow, so this is gonna be kinda short, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I'm just writing this because I realised that it would be stupid to write this anywhere else... On Facebook, my relatives are all my friends and on msn, there's not enough space.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me if this was short coz' this was actually supposed to be a status or a pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I will ever regret is not taking the opportunity and for thinking too much even though I had such a good chance AND excuse. If i had just gone with it when I could, no matter what happened, even though I would probably still be badly hurt, at least I would no longer have anything to hide. No more lies, no more uncertainty, just the facts which I would be much happier to know. Now I don't have much of a chance anymore. I just wish..... Argh never mind.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-3091236903625548359?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/3091236903625548359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/02/gonna-be-really-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3091236903625548359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3091236903625548359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2011/02/gonna-be-really-short.html' title='Gonna be really short...'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4521612661577549211</id><published>2010-12-15T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:50:35.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I shouldn't have made that phone call. I shouldn't have heard what certain people had to say. I'm happy that there still is some hope and that, in a completely unrelated way, certain people need not be heeded in my life anymore. But honestly??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Here I stand, anticipating the unknown. I don't know what to expect. Not soon, not later. I really haven't the foggiest as to what, when, how and why certain events are about to transpire in the near future. I am trying to seek closure with an irreplacable pal of mine who has nothing less than one of the most special places in my heart. I am waiting to once again be granted the opportunity of allowing another such person into my sight once more(I hope and dearly wish). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I... I... well, I'm not clairvoyant. I see not the curling strands of time. It is beyond my capabilities to perceive that which has not yet occurred. I try to view the silver lining, the pot of gold, the ray of sunshine, but I know that I lie. Both to myself and to those around me. Why would a princess within whom naught exists that doesn't add to her beauty and splendour want me? Even as her friend, I have more than I dare ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And also, why would another princess, who has just risen from her potential deathbed, ignore&amp;nbsp; her fair prince and turn to me for acceptance, understanding and love? Why? I ask myself, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am in misery. For the world knows not&amp;nbsp;secrets which could tear me apart. And I thank my God-bestowed luck that the few friends that I have truly confided in have the grace, understanding and pure common-sense not to let them out. I would do anything to let&amp;nbsp;it out so long as the world would remain content and at peace with me. I just wish, that the world would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now, one of those friends is ok with me but tries in vain to ignore that secret and shove it to the back of his living memory. The second knows that it is painful and tries not to bring it up. The third is still my friend, but despises my idiocy for straying down such a painful path. The fourth has tried encouraging me, and I can only hope that the fourth truly feels that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have no choice but to lock this up forever. taking the initiative was never my shining armour. Instead it has always been my Achille's heel. I have attempted, countless times, to do so, but&amp;nbsp;I have yet to succeed. My only hope is in my latest two endeavours, which I am facing anxiety about. I cannot insist that positive effects are the outcome, I can only hope and pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As a final word, I must extend my humblest apologies to the reader of this article for I have been(I admit) desperately trying to befuddle you with my verbiage. Thank you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4521612661577549211?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4521612661577549211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/12/nonsensep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4521612661577549211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4521612661577549211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/12/nonsensep.html' title='Nonsense:P'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-7898160501543427620</id><published>2010-12-12T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T03:40:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TQWwjVjwQWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tq2WvoGTySA/s1600/36747-Clipart-Illustration-Of-An-Intricate-Black-Curling-Design-Element.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TQWwjVjwQWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tq2WvoGTySA/s640/36747-Clipart-Illustration-Of-An-Intricate-Black-Curling-Design-Element.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see you smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that my life has been worthwhile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that you are happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that I have made you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you're with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel as happy as a child could be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as happy as a free dove,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a puppy and his puppy love:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you smile at others,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And turn away from me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear myself apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could steal your smile away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And keep it just for you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I sit and wonder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you smile at everyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I lie to myself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the damage is done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the veil is then lifted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the truth bestowed on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am but a toy, a game,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A puppet, with no specialty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried, I've cried,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To rid myself of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your smile still continues to reach me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across the skies so blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I see you smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I know it's true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help but smile back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I know I'll never have you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This poem was written by me quite a while ago... But I never had the heart to post it coz' honestly, it's not very good. Just me being my usual emo self XD. Anyway, this poem is dedicated to the people who can "find" themselves in this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Remember my previous post? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-7898160501543427620?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/7898160501543427620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-see-you-smile-i-think-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7898160501543427620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7898160501543427620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-see-you-smile-i-think-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TQWwjVjwQWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tq2WvoGTySA/s72-c/36747-Clipart-Illustration-Of-An-Intricate-Black-Curling-Design-Element.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1585867804450491918</id><published>2010-12-01T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:40:49.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some twisted story of some idiot's life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Okay, fine.. I'm super bored and haven't done anything productive with my life in the past few days....T.T. Well, they say people with nothing to do get emo easily...(or is it people who are emo&amp;nbsp;have nothing better to do..??) well, anyway, I decided to write this down so that if anyone out there can make any sense of what I'm writing, they'll understand what my issue is ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, here's the deal. There are many people in my story: Blue, Black, White, Pink, Yellow,&amp;nbsp;Green, Red&amp;nbsp;and a little bit of Grey[grey's nt really important and I don't care for grey that much(if you're grey, sorry..)]. Btw, just so I can keep their genders a secret, all of them will be referred to as "it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So Pink is a nice person, it is friendly and nice and quite attractive. But only realised that this year, and Pink is now flaunting its attractiveness and using it for its own benefits.. That's NOT WRONG. I'm ok with that. Pink is an average student...hmm maybe one of the better students but not amazingly gifted or anything... Like most students, it doesn't work too hard for its studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;However, Pink is still attractive and therefore catches the eyes of Black. Black is attractive, ok? Seriously, if you know who Black is then I'm sorry, but too bad, it's the truth no matter what you say. Black is also nice, but it has issues and therefore has some serious social problems... Not that they affect it much. Its attractiveness and its "sort of" nice personality still makes it quite a hit... And Black is into Pink (I think) and so they hook up(I think)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now, here's Blue. Blue is a nice person too. But Blue is not so "physically" gifted as the above characters. Blue's "ok" but still not "amazing" or "gorgeous" or whatever crap... So Blue still has an arguably good social circle coz' of its personality but it doesn't know how to control itself. It can get a bit bitchy(or "gitchy",u decide..) sometimes..And yet, Blue still wants it all when it comes to relationships. It wants to have the best partner and then tries to push society's BIGGEST limit when it comes to choosing one... And it can't make up it's mind on who to choose... It's sick, really. I'm disappointed in Blue too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now, there's White. White is in the same league as Black and Pink when it comes to looks. But White's even better coz' White has good&amp;nbsp;grades. White's funny and cute and has a great personality.. A bit bitchy(or gitchy) sometimes but still very likeable. But when it comes to its love-life, White's the type of person who claims to not like anyone at all and yet be desperately in need of a relationship... Anyone who wants it is gonna have a really hard time... You know the type of person I'm talking about, right? And another thing is, White always likes to know the latest gossip and "juicy" secrets... I know.. It gets on my nerves too sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yellow... Haiz, Yellow is a funny and cute person. The type who looks innocent but actually has the "I don't give a **** what you think" kind of thinking... It's also a relationship magnet and has had countless "offers" and "requests" before. But it's still a nice person and it still cares for its friends and its heart. Yellow's cool, but I'm not sure whether Yellow likes me or not(as a friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Green is interesting. Green is "considerably" attractive and has AMAZING grades. Green is funny and has a great personality but can be a bit emo and sensitive somtimes. Green values other people's opinion a lot even though most people generally have a very good opinion of it and it always tries to do its best. I like Green coz' it has a few little things in common with me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then there's Purple. Purple's not really connected with this story except that it is good friends with White, Black, and (I think) Blue. And it has some weird parts in this story and is dragged into it unwillingly by some people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Finally, there's Grey. Grey is not really important in this story. It's average in most respects and not exactly good looking but some people still like it in THAT way... Sort of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So here's what was going on a short while ago... Black likes Pink. Pink not sure. Green likes Yellow. Yellow either doesn't know or doesn't care. Blue likes White. White not sure. Grey likes White. White either doesn't know or doesn't care. Purple... isn't part of the story yet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then, Black and Pink hook up. Green tries to forget about Yellow. Yellow remains indifferent. White and Blue get closer. People assume Grey and White are together. Blue starts liking Black. Purple... still isn't part of the story yet(I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Black and Pink break up. Black acts like its very close with Green. Green is happy that Black's such good friends with it. And yet, Black is lying to it. Black is just being a jerk. White is disappointed that Black doesn't want to tell it some secrets... And Black is also having a hard time keeping those secrets to itself. Blue knows some(or all) of it and is proud to be that way. But it has its issues with Black too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Green is really sad coz' Black didn't tell it anything. And Purple( finally! ) knows quite a bit too. Now, here's the complicated part. According to Blue, Black has shown some interest in it. And then Black goes and hooks up with Yellow. But then Black and Pink are having more issues. And Blue was so taken by Black that Blue almost forgets about White. Then Blue almost forgets about Black. And then Blue tries not to tell anybody but Purple finds out. And then people say that Purple and Black have a thing going on after Black and Yellow have problems and break up. Even White and Blue think that way. But then Purple gives very good points and its name is cleared. But still there's a lot of "news" going around and now Black is being&amp;nbsp;named a good actor&amp;nbsp;and Blue is being indecisive but hopeful and White is just getting fed up&amp;nbsp;and Pink&amp;nbsp;has washed&amp;nbsp;its hands of this nonsense&amp;nbsp;and Yellow still doesn't care and Purple is not sure what to think and Green was hurt by Black's treachery and Grey... well, Idk and Idc... sorry about that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1585867804450491918?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1585867804450491918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-twisted-story-of-some-idiots-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1585867804450491918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1585867804450491918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-twisted-story-of-some-idiots-life.html' title='Some twisted story of some idiot&apos;s life...'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4068267204212177104</id><published>2010-11-03T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:34:13.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of Earth Chapter 11 (Kingsley's p.o.v.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I said I wasn't going to do this anymore but I couldn't resist. So, here's chapter 11, people. Just in case you guys are still interested:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;............................................................................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After breakfast, three days since we arrived, His Lordship decided to begin our fundamental training. He said that this part of our training will be carried out by himself. He wished to watch over us and observe our progress personally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, this morning, after breakfast, he took us to a large room which he said would be our official training room. The room was enormous, big enough to fit a few&amp;nbsp;Boeing747 inside. The floor was covered with strange tiles, which seemed to ripple with rainbow-like colours. As we walked, the colours around our feet rippled too, making it seem like we were walking on light itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The wall to our left was adorned with every weapon you could possibly imagine. Bows, arrows,&amp;nbsp;spears, swords, maces, war hammers, axes, chains, daggers, claws, and even scythe of all shapes, sizes, and designs were present. Magical weapons such as wands, staves, rings, charms, and magical cloaks were also displayed on the massive wall. No modern man-made weapons were present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The wall to our right was embeded with crystals of different shapes, sizes and colours. According to the Grand Judge, they were similar to the Luminaura and possesed special abilities within them. They were, however, not for use. They served as memorials of legendary warriors and were only to be used in dire situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The wall behind us was mostly empty except for ten portraits of different people. Each person was dressed in the finest tunics, gowns, or suits. And they all exhuded an aura of power. I recognised them at once. They were the ten Grand Judges who had come before Alberione Mage. All of them had died in service of the HerculeSapiens. Each had done a great deal and had a unique ability. They worked hard to maintain peace between the Demigods and other Leandasian races. And they all achieved great things. This wall was my favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course, that was before I looked closer at the wall in front of us. This wall was completely bare except for a single stone block that was protruding out of the wall. The block was gold, and it shone with a bright light. The light spread outwards and bathed the whole wall in a golden hue. The beams of light were moving around, like as thought the source of light itself was changing. I was mesmerized by it and it took quite an effort to tear my eyes off of it and focus on the Grand Judge. He too was looking at the wall, and after a while, he sighed and turned around to face us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Okay,' he said, ' Your training starts today. There are six parts of training you will go through. And the first part, your fundamental training, will be carried out by me. The goal of this training is simple. You will work with the limited, yes, horribly limited powers that you currently have, to defend yourselves against just &lt;/em&gt;one&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;of my attacks. Once you have achieved this, you can move on to the second phase. I will tell you more about that after you have completed this training. Now, let us begin..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Without warning, he suddenly flexed all four of his limbs at the same time, either doing some intricate dance move or having a seizure, but suddenly, my entire body froze. I stared at him, mesmerized by the beauty of his movements. He looked at me and smiled, and suddenly, the room faded away, all that was left was him, dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And then, he disappeared and was replaced by a peacock. It was strutting elegantly towards me. It fanned its tail, smiling as it did so. Its dazzling feathers shone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Next thing I knew, I was on the floor. A headache between my eyes and my body was completely sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I looked at Ruby, and she looked like she was about to throw up. She was crouched down on all fours, looking like a baby who fell when she was trying to walk, about to cry any minute. And the Grand Judge was just looking at us and smiling, apparently happy that we were so worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"This," he said," is the attack that you both will have to defend yourselves against. You need to do this so that you will be safe for the rest of your journey. And you cannot help each other as you will be separated during your journey. Each to different masters to learn different abilities. I don't want to separate you but your unique powers give me no choice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He stopped for a while to let us digest this information, then continued,"This move is known as the Peacock's Plume. I created it myself using a powerful combination of 3 different abilities. Mesmerization, Disorientation, and a minor dose of Injury. Normally, this attack can and will kill, but I have no intention of letting you die. However, if you are to survive your training in the days to come, you will have to, sooner or later, be exposed to the full force of my attack. And I will teach you how to defend yourselves against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"This attack is based on two parts. The Mesmerization is one part and the Injury and Disorientation is another. It is designed to create an illusion so beautiful, you will never be able to block the attack."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But how are we supposed to stop it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" That, I will teach you. As I have said I would. But for today, you may go and rest. You aren't fit to train in this condition. Tomorrow, we shall push you to your limits. Now, go and rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4068267204212177104?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4068267204212177104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/11/song-of-earth-chapter-11-kingsleys-pov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4068267204212177104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4068267204212177104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/11/song-of-earth-chapter-11-kingsleys-pov.html' title='Song Of Earth Chapter 11 (Kingsley&apos;s p.o.v.)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-9116658435521039136</id><published>2010-08-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:32:09.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island of the Moon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asleep in my bed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No book to be read,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sheep to be count,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sleep to be found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shut my weary eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free my mind from its ties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To go to that secret place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To taste that secret taste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The land of my dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The land withouts seams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pavillion of gold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That palace of old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me sail, sail away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the Island of the Moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me fly, fly away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along the sands of lunar dunes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the wind in my hair, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I soar through the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the salt spray my face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As above the seas I fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hear an awful ringing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the clock with morning bringing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takes me from my fitful slumber,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As my dreams are rent asunder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I curse that clock with vehemence, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder at its use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about all the ways that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its ringing I can refuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think about my heaven in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The comfort of my dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I yearn for the Sandman's arrival&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this haven seemed so real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To go back to 7th heaven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the vast grey dunes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To travel on the wings of song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the Island of the Moon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-9116658435521039136?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/9116658435521039136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/08/asleep-in-my-bed-no-book-to-be-read-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/9116658435521039136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/9116658435521039136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/08/asleep-in-my-bed-no-book-to-be-read-no.html' title='Island of the Moon...'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2659066416176176106</id><published>2010-04-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:29:35.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose, White Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White, Snowy White.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red, Deepest Scarlet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That which is bright shines,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dulling the darker by comparison.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White rose, fair sweet rose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it you&amp;nbsp;desire?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you were willing to give up your colour?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crimson beauty to pale wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet this simple sacrifice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gained you a chance to stand up, stand out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I look at you, fragile and weak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But against the sachrynx blooms around you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your weakness seems like a strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely rose, Fair rose, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long to be like you, to stand out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show that I'm unique and important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that never can my friends be without me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear rose, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you, I'm overlooked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just another special person, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just another fool trying to stand out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitter rose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you gained?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you hope to gain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you lost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something? Nothing? Everything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose of rarity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are treasured by many, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you are hard to find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the time comes to place you down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many people will, not knowing how you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Rose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are similar in&amp;nbsp;so many ways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rare, Unique, but often unappreciated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, and want you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know your pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairest Rose, Dearest Rose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And want me too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2659066416176176106?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2659066416176176106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/04/rose-white-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2659066416176176106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2659066416176176106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/04/rose-white-rose.html' title='Rose, White Rose'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-3917531884617264352</id><published>2010-04-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:07:01.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology or Public Statement....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry to inform every follower of my novel- Song of Earth, that I will discontinue the further posting of it into my blog. This is because I have not the time to continuosly keep it up. Of course, those who read my blog for the fillers and the occasional poems can rejoice for my blog will be 100% filler&amp;nbsp;from now on..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the meantime, I might try writing short stories and post them into my blog instead. Maybe even try writing romance stories..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, of course, if you see my novel published in the future, you will know who the author is....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-3917531884617264352?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/3917531884617264352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/04/apology-or-public-statement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3917531884617264352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3917531884617264352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/04/apology-or-public-statement.html' title='Apology or Public Statement....'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-4629517950980153297</id><published>2010-03-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:48:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler....</title><content type='html'>Just passing some time here. I am still working on Chapter 11 so pls wait patiently, Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Among Thorns, Thorn Amongst the Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring air fills the land.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloom in succession.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the birds chirping, &lt;br /&gt;The leaves rustling,&lt;br /&gt;They seem so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing there,&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the sights and sounds of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Their beauty dulled when I saw you, &lt;br /&gt;You were like a rose among thorns.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you made beauty appear worthless,&lt;br /&gt;Joy appear sorrowful.&lt;br /&gt;Songs became cries of agony, &lt;br /&gt;When compared with your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stood at a distance,&lt;br /&gt;Blending into the background,&lt;br /&gt;Flush with all that was around me.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, your wondrous presence&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like a thorn amongst roses.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt detached from everything else,&lt;br /&gt;Worthless without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was willing to give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;To sacrifice that joy of being with spring,&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the thorn on your rose,&lt;br /&gt;Just a thorn, but still together with you.&lt;br /&gt;Then the unexpected occured and we were separated,&lt;br /&gt;Only then did I realise my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rose free of thorns,&lt;br /&gt;My presence may a burden be,&lt;br /&gt;But accept me, O Rose,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart be content and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Joshua Fidelis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-4629517950980153297?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/4629517950980153297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/03/filler_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4629517950980153297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/4629517950980153297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/03/filler_27.html' title='Filler....'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-3137482617856174615</id><published>2010-03-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:37:25.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, I know my blog was dead for quite some time and I'm sorry. Btw, any Song Of Earth readers have to wait for a long time coz' I'm kinda busy right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, what more can I say? It's not over. Everything isn't as simple as I thought. There's still some degree of awkwardness... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to create conversations but she seems to be cutting them as short as possible, like as though she doesn't want to talk to me, even though she said she would. I'm not sure. Maybe it really is me who is thinking to much. I think too far out of the box. I should stop. But I can't ignore it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz.... I think maybe I should listen to others, and just let time heal the wound. Of course, time is a slow doctor, highly skilled, but ****slow. I have to help him speed things up. Ah well, I have to at least try. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno, how should&amp;nbsp; I start? A song? Maybe. Yeah, morning is time's climax of ability. Much can and does happen in the morning. I should put that to the test. Hmm.... I think a song would be perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wonder, how likeable am I? According to feedback, in my interretation, I'm quite likeable. Now, how LOVEABLE am I? I dunno. I think there are many people in this world who are very loveable, I just don't know how&amp;nbsp;loveable I am. If I'm the type of person who isn't LOVEABLE at all, I have to spend eternity alone. Or at least my time here in CHS, but that's a long period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ok, going too far here. Hmm, I must try to speed up the recovery process. It should work. But so far, everything that I have labeled as "It should work" Has failed. Ah well, I might get lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I guess I should wait for time to heal my wounds.. I know it can, and I will make sure it does... Signing off now! Wait for Chapter 11!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-3137482617856174615?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/3137482617856174615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/03/filler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3137482617856174615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3137482617856174615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/03/filler.html' title='Filler'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-8172664806118380721</id><published>2010-02-17T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:42:26.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of Earth - Chapter 10(Ruby's p. o. v.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"The reason for all this conflict, is you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Silence. Almost absolute silence. I had to break it. It was deafening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"H-h-ha-hahaha.... you're kidding right?" I don't know why I bothered, it was obvious that he wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I do not like beating around the bush, Ruby. You know that I am not, as you say, kidding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"What does any of this have to do with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"And what about Kingsley, isn't he part of this? Why not say 'The both of you' ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"To the Elders, Kingsley is nothing more than an added bonus. Their real prize, is you. As I said earlier, your voice can and will achieve anything if properly trained. I wish to train you and your brother not only because you will be an invaluable tool in our mission to save our race but also because you must be able to defend yourselves against a real enemy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Well, we train all the time, what's the point in any further training?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hmph, you do not understand. Your supposed practice battle is nothing more than a circus act, put on just so you can show each other how many amazing tricks you can each perform. As I observed your battle, there were many instances during which you could have killed each other, but you did not. For instance, the time when Ruby's sight was stolen. In that instance, you, Kingsley, could have struck her down dead and she couldn't have prevented it. Being the genius you are, you would surely have known that. But you did not because she's your&lt;/i&gt; sister. &lt;i&gt;A real enemy would not have cared. That is why you need the training.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As to why you are special, it is a very long story, and would take ages to tell, so let me &lt;/i&gt;show&lt;i&gt; you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He stopped talking, and closed his eyes. We thought he had fallen asleep when he did not stir for ten minutes. Just as we decided to try and rouse him, his eyes snapped open, and he turned to look us straight in the eyes. His stare was blank, but there was something about it that made you want to curl up and cry until you ran out of tears. I tried to pull my eyes away but I couldn't, and I found myself sinking into them, rushing towards those deep blue irises.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The deep blue turned to black and I suddenly found myself lying on solid ground. My head was spinning but I got up and turned around to see the Grand Judge standing behind me, smiling. Kingsley was standing a few feet away, he looked shaken too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was night. And it was raining heavily. Lightning forked across the sky, creating brief instances of daylight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The lightning was strange. It flashed out of the sky and struck the ground all around us.&amp;nbsp;It was powerful and&amp;nbsp;scorched the ground. Some even tore out huge chunks of soil out and sent&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Where are we?" Kingsley asked, simply to fill the void of conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Kingsley, I thought you of all people would know. The lightning should have made it obvious. We are in Beautemper, the place where the earliest Elders lived. Legend has it that a leopard was struck by this powrful lightning and , instead of dying, it absorbed the energy and became the first Elder, a powerful being named Leonyx. It is said that with a waved of her arms, Leonyx could create a bolt of lightning strong enough to split mountain in two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" This place is famous for it's ferocious lightning. Many foolish Leandasians have come here, trying to be struck by it in the hopes of gaining such power, none have lived. However, this is also the brithplace of the greatest power after Leonyx's, the Crystal Voice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He paused, obviously for dramatic effect. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Long ago, there was a man who decided to also do the work of fools and step out into this field of lightning. He was an ordinary Leandasian, a sorcerer. But he was well known both as a Leandasian and in the human world because he was an amazing singer, specializing in opera. So, when he walked out into the storm, he did that which he was best at, he sang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"They say his voice was so amazing that the power in the lightning fused with it and gave him a new power. The Crystal Voice. He could do&amp;nbsp;almost anything with his amazing voice, and he was unstoppable. Some people thought that he was the reincarnation of Leonyx herself. And his children after him were also born with this amazing ability.&amp;nbsp;Up until-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He stopped, and was looking at something behind us. Kingsley and I quickly turned around, expecting a threat, but what we saw was hardly a threat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;An old man came hurrying through the heavy rain. He rushed straight past us without stopping. Panting slightly, he came to a stop at the edge of a port and stood there, gazing at something in his hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The old man seemed familiar. In fact, the whole setup seemed familiar. Like as though I saw it many times before. It was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't figure out what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lightning rained down all around him. Some even struck the spot where he stood but it seemed to bend around him and he didn't get struck. It was as though there was a barrier protecting him. He looked towards the open sea with a sad smile on his face, sighed deeply and dropped a small object into the sea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In that instant, everything clicked. My&amp;nbsp;dream. The old man. The port. The gem. The lightning. The sea. The current.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Well, I know what's gonna happen next. I do not need to see it. Take us back, Your Honour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But your brother does not. It wouldn't be fair to-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Yes, I do." Kingsley cut in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Alberione seemed slightly surprised, but he covered it by saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"How about just watching it for the show?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Fine." We replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, you know what happened next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We were back in the room. My brother and I were feeling slightly dazed. Alberione, however,&amp;nbsp; seemed fine. He smiled at us, but not a happy, pleased smile. It was a sad smile, pitiful and weary. I sat down on a comfortable chair, a deep weariness in my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alberione smiled once more, and motioned for Kingsley to sit down beside me. He himself sat down in a big armchair opposite us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You understand the connection between your lives and that scene?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I was... sort of, at least, there was an idea of it in my head, very faint, but it was there, and I was piecing it together when kingsely impatiently blurted out," Not a clue," and I lost it again. Honestly, when he refuses to think, he can become the stupidest person alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"That man is the last descendant of the original Crystal Singer. He was born with the Crystal Voice too. But, he had no children. Do you understand where this is going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You mean that if he died, the Crystal Voice would be lost forever?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Then why does Ruby have this power?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Because of that night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Because of that night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Yes. That night was the last night that that man, Johanne Vermen, was alive. He knew that he was going to die, and did what he could to save his power and keep it in this world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" How?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Did you see what he did?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"He dropped something into the water?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Yes. That 'something' is called the Luminaura. It is a gem that Johanne Vermen himself created. It contains the full sum of his voice, his powerful voice. And he planned to save it by dropping it into the sea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" He planned to save his voice by throwing his own powers into the sea? How could that help?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" The Luminaura does not sink. Johanne Vermen was no idiot. He cast one last tune around the Luminaura that allowed it to summon a current around itself so that it could be carried out to see and later washed ashore somewhere far away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Wouldn't it be eaten by a sea creature by accident?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" No, it was too powerful. No animal would risk eating something like that, they CAN sense the power it possesed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Then how did it get passed on to Ruby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" I'm not exactly sure. Legend has it that there is a way, but it is never properly described."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through this conversation, I remained silent. I felt no need to say anything, but simply devoured all the information given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Then how did it come ashore anyway?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"The current brought it ashore, of course. And Ruby probably found it and did something to it-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" I swallowed it. It looked tasty, like a sweet, and I was only five. I licked it and it tasted amazing, so i ate it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" And there you have it, Kingsley. That's how it was done, I guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Wow, so you really swallowed it?"Kingsley asked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Yes, I did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" So how did you feel afterwards?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Sick. Remember that night that I had a high fever? That was the day I swallowed it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" You mean that day that Mom and Dad took us to the beach?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Yeah, the next day, I was very happy, i didn't know why. And I had this amazing power. Mom and Dad thought I got it on my own because I was only five so my abilities hadn't fully developed yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" So, the reason you haven't been losing to me is because of some power that isn't even yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Grand Judge cut in," You cannot say that, Kingsley. She earned that power fair and square. Now, you two should get some rest. I think you are both feeling very tired right now. My 'flashbacks' often wear people out. You may even sleep for a day or two. So sleep, and when you wake up, you will begin your training."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't really remember what happened after that, just that when I woke up, I was on the same, amazingly comfortable bed. Kingsley was at my side, a slightly worried expression on his face. Relief washed over him when he saw me wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Oh, thank God. You've been asleep for almost three days. Even Alberione was getting worried."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" I was tired even before his 'flashback' or whatever he calls it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" So was I but I only slept for twenty-four hours or so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Whatever, the important thing is, have you begun your training?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" No, he wanted us to train together for the first few days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" So, we begin today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Yes. And not just today, but right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I got out of bed, went to the bathroom for the usual waking-up rituals, and then followed Kingsley to the main training room, in accordance with Alberione's wishes. Just to break the silence, I said," Hey, do you think it's cool that we're gonna be heroes of the Leandasians?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" Well, yeah. But don't forget, Mom and Dad were hailed as heroes only after they died."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My mood dropped, greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" So, we're gonna learn how to die?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He remained silent for a while, and then, he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" No, dying is easy, we know how to die. The thing we're gonna learn, is how to drag them down with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-8172664806118380721?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/8172664806118380721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-earth-chapter-10rubys-p-o-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/8172664806118380721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/8172664806118380721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-earth-chapter-10rubys-p-o-v.html' title='Song of Earth - Chapter 10(Ruby&apos;s p. o. v.)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-7539139699089043111</id><published>2010-02-12T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:40:27.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, back again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, I noe I haven't written anything in a while. I hope I haven't forgotten how this goes, but, oh well... Here we go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.... Things have happened recently. I don't know why they did or why anyone wanted them to, but they did. And I'm getting all emo because of them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not jealous, alright? I hope that everyone knows that. Besides, be jealous of him??? He does not care for her in "that" way. I'm sure she doesn't either. But it's because I can guarantee those two facts that I'm not feeling right. Did I do something wrong??? Is there something about me that drove her away??? What did I do wrong? Is there any way I can make up for it?? Tell me, PLEASE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh. I just don't get it. Why would she do something like that? I don't know what to think. Is she testing me? Does she really dislike me? Is it something someone else said? Please! I want to know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK,ok. I guess this could be labelled as my fault. I shouldn't have lied. I have to say this much. I MIND. I MIND A LOT. There is a big difference between us now....and I just feel uncomfortable about it. In fact, I really, really don't like it.... Is there any way to bring us back together???? I wish there was, coz' I can't take it all in... Bring my rabbit back to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-7539139699089043111?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/7539139699089043111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7539139699089043111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/7539139699089043111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-back-again.html' title='Well, back again....'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-1816845983025400029</id><published>2009-12-30T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:42:05.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of Earth - Chapter 9 (Ruby's Point Of View)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up in a slight daze. Where am I?.... I didn't know our house had a secret passage underground... Besides, this couldn't be underground. There was sunlight( I think ) streaming through the windows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;First of all, I was sleeping on top of this amazingly soft matress. So soft, it was softer than any normal human brand, softer than Slumberland, King Coil, Getha; So soft, I would have loved to go straight back to sleep in it, but&amp;nbsp;I couldn't. I mean, what was&amp;nbsp;I even doing here?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okay, I'm sleeping in some kind of lab...( ?? Lab with a bed in it?? WTH?) And there's all sorts of science equipment around me, strange looking glass tubes, metal devices that tinkled with surprisingly beautiful sounds, microscopes that appeared to be upside down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Someone's coming.. That&amp;nbsp;whirring noise.. a Leviathan*? Not good! But then, not bad either. Leviathan's aren't exactly bad in any way, but they aren't Demigods. They're neutral, which means&amp;nbsp;I might be safe, but not all of them choose the "good-side". Ok, not helping myself here. They're getting closer.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*Door opens*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ok, the guy just bowed to me. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Ruby Swan? Follow me, Alberione is waiting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Alberione? Alberione Mage? Why would he want to see me? Is it because of my issues? The problems I've caused? My parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;By the time I finished worrying, we had already reached an enormous door. It was red, with gold studs, and a golden image of a dragon on both sides. Definitely an oriental design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Leviathan told me to stay where I was, and he glided off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After ten minutes of sheer boredom, the door on the left creaked open. And inside was.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley? He looked at me, smiling. I felt so relieved and happy to see him. Then he stuck his tongue out. Damn it. He ruined the moment. I just felt so&amp;nbsp;angered that I screamed at him, sending him flying backwards, literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Alberione was tapping&amp;nbsp; his &amp;nbsp;foot impatiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He was looking at us with a mixture of reverence and, surprisingly, dissappointment. I guess that the reverence was mine and the dissappointment was for Kingsley but I decided not to ask. Kingsley stood up hurriedly, and bowed. I did so too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And he bowed back. The Grand Judge bowed back to us. Why? I was about to ask when he silenced me with a simple gesture. "Sit," he said. He cleared his throat and then, he began a long speech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"First of all, do not interrupt me until I am finished. Now, the both of you are probably wondering about a few things. For instance, why you are here, how did you get here, and why I just returned the bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"The first one is the easiest. You both probably know that there's a storm coming. A time of great danger is upon us all. The Elders have finally decided to impose their ruling upon us with brute force. A force so great that we might not be able to break free from it. They have waited too long for for this chance, and finally, it has arrived. Therefore,&amp;nbsp;you two are two exceptionally gifted Demigods who need to be trained and fully prepared for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"The second is also fairly simple. I brought the two of you here using an ability of mine. It is known as space&amp;nbsp;bending and it allows me to bend space, making any door or passageway lead to almost anywhere else. The passage that actually opened up would normally lead to a panic room, used as shelter during wars or raids. But your family certainly never needed it. And the explanation to that brings us to the third and most complicated yet simple question." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He paused here, acting as though he couldn't see the impatient look on our faces. After 'catching his breath', he continued, "Your parents were hailed as the heroes of the Demigods. I'm sure you both know that very well. You two are famous because of your parents and the gifts that they have passed on to you. Your parents gave their lives fighting for us, and we can't ever repay such a large debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But of course, the Grand Judge wouldn't bow to you both just because of something your parents did. I bow to you because of the pressure that is upon you both. You are both considerably young.&amp;nbsp;Fifty is not&amp;nbsp;young but for beings who live for so long, eighty years old is the equivalent of twenty-one years old. But because of the great deeds your parents did, much is expected of the both of you. Such great expectations should never befall two people who are as yet so young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"And yet I come before you not as your leader, but as an equal. I come before you with a request, and I implore you to not turn me down. I wish for you to accept that which has been expected of you, and to rise up to the challenge. Allow yourselves to be trained by me, and the both of you will become great warriors. The road will be hard, but it will be easier for you two than most, as you are both quite gifted. I beg you to accept my request."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After he finished speaking, the room fell silent. He sat back in his comfy chair, looking from Kingsley to me and back, waiting for us to give an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley was about to say something when I clenched my fist with my thumb inside and stuck out my pinkie. I did it subtly and he did not appear to have seen it but he shut up anyway. It was a small sign among many others that we often used to convey messages without being noticed. He started drumming his fingers against his leg, but with a specific pattern. Thumb, ring finger, index, pinkie, middle finger: a&amp;nbsp;sign&amp;nbsp;that I should say something. I drew my breath and gave my answer:" No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Even Kingsley seemed shocked at the reply. He looked at me in horror, wanting to say something but I repeated the sign for him to shut up. &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Alberione merely sighed, then he turned to me and said, " My dear Ruby, let me tell you the reason for the storm that is coming, maybe then you will not reject my request."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He breathed deeply and then said," The reason for all this conflict," he paused for a short while, then continued," is you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-1816845983025400029?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/1816845983025400029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-earth-chapter-9-rubys-point-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1816845983025400029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/1816845983025400029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-earth-chapter-9-rubys-point-of.html' title='Song Of Earth - Chapter 9 (Ruby&apos;s Point Of View)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-6046849051001955019</id><published>2009-12-08T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:35:35.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss school......??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have never liked school before. I have always thought of holidays as a time when i could take a break and relax and stay away from SCHOOL. But this year, I have learned that school can be a very interesting and fun place to be. I learned that in school, if you do more than just study like crap, you will enjoy it a lot. I learned that Staying at home isn't as nice as being at school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, it will be weird to stay at school forever coz everyone needs a shower and some sleep but other than that, school is better than staying at home. Last time, I used to be a very unsociable person. I had very few friends and did not try to make new ones. I had a very reserved character back in primary school and this was probably why not many people could approach me and become my friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I came here to Catholic High, I realised that one of the reasons why I wasn't so happy in primary school was because of a lack of friends. Another reason was, of course, the homework pressure and all that. But here in Catholic High, first of all, homework is NOT everything and everyone does NOT like someone who focuses on homework alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In this school, most people are more open towards others and I can easily make friends. I've made quite a few myself and I am quite contented. I always have something to do in this school, wether it is just wasting time talking with friends, or doing some project, or co-curricular activities, I have found fulfillment here in this school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All this, I have only, sadly, realised because of these wretched times: holidays. I used to think of holidays as a refuge, an oasis of pure relaxation. And a short holiday is still upheld by me in that way. However, the November-December holidays have always been both a longing and a fear for me. They are the close and the open, the start and the finish, the pleasure and the trial. I was ever so excited as I awaited these holidays, but as always, I get bored of too good a thing. I now have nothing to do, and I dearly miss all of my friends, especially my closer ones. Ah, what irony, to think that I love and hate holidays at the same time. Do any of you feel the same way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't wait to see all of you again, but I think I might start hating school and loving holidays&amp;nbsp;again the moment school starts.... hehe, that's life right there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But for now: I MISS SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-6046849051001955019?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/6046849051001955019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/6046849051001955019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/6046849051001955019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-school.html' title='I miss school......??'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-6172824605662448990</id><published>2009-11-30T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:29:51.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of Earth - Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Thud*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Running footsteps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Pant,pant*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Knock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Creak*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Welcome, Madame Dare. Sorceress. Perfectly punctual as usual."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The door was opened by a tall butler who ignored her presence the moment he closed the door. He&amp;nbsp;spun on the spot and morphed&amp;nbsp;into a cheetah and sprinted off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leaving so soon, Persimmon?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cheetah immediately froze. But it didn't look at her. Virginia merely smiled and gazed at him with an expression that looked almost like longing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know your tricks have no effect on me. My ability to jam auric abilities has been quite useful throughout my life. But allowing me to escape from your snare is probably the most useful of all its effects." The cheetah's voice was still clearly human.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But you can still feel the desire, can't you? My attraction can, and usually does, surpass most barriers. You can feel the pressure of it pressing at you, urging you to let it in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But that's the difference. Unlike most other weaklings, I do not let it in. Enough of this nonsense. You made quite an effort to get here on time. I must admit that I admire anyone who is willing to run in heels across the seas between Alcatraz and San Francisco and then manages to get all the way here in Lincoln Way. Or did you just cheat and use magic again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Well, starting from the bay, I did race all the way here. But even I'm not silly enough to run across water. I'm not very good at solidifying water into mud, and freezing would draw too much attention. So I traveled here through aura displacement."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Ah. But that spell is more difficult than changing the density of water. But it doesn't matter. It took you a lot of effort to get to this mansion, and I wouldn't want to see you taking the rap for getting to the dining hall a few minutes late. I must be off now." And with that, the cheetah bounded away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Virginia checked the time on the grandfather's clock standing in the waiting room. It was 3.30am. The meeting would start in five minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She took one step forward and realised that she had no idea where the dining hall was. This was a mansion, for Pete's sake! How was she supposed to find the dining hall in five minutes?? Damn that shapeshifter. He knew this was her first time in this house, how could he expect her to know her way around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, no use crying over spilt milk. She was not a Leandasian, but she was still a sorceress. She would find the dining hall on her own. No use bearing a grudge against Persimmon. He was a Leandasian and too powerful for her. He was not an Elder, he was a Levanter, and a skilled one too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There were many types of Levanters. Leandasians are categorized as Levanters if their abilities consist of shifting something into another. Shapeshifting obviously falls into this category, but it is the most useful ability that a Levanter has. Most Levanters appear human in their original form, but they are not considered Hercule Sapiens because their abilities are hereditary. All offspring of Levanters will be Levanters as well, unlike Hercule Sapiens, whose abilities may be different from their parents'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Persimmon&amp;nbsp;Grande&amp;nbsp;was one up against other Levanters because not only could he&amp;nbsp;shapeshift into almost anything ,he could also dampen most forms of magic and sorcery. This meant that he had more abilities than an average Levanter. It also meant that Virginia had no chance of beating him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Virginia cast a tracing spell and said, "Dining hall. Meeting. 3.30 am." A small compass appeared in her hand. Following its needle, she arrived in a small corridor. A small draft could be felt along the corridor. With its passing, her tracing spell just melted away in her hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The American sorceress stared&amp;nbsp;dumbfoundedly at the empty space her tracing compass had left behind in her hands. She tried to make another but it was in vain. The meeting was only a minute away, and the corridor was filled with rooms.&amp;nbsp;If she was even the slightest bit late, her Elder masters would not forgive her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She went from room to room, opening each door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Nope, wrong room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Not that one either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Oops, wrong again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"No...not it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"No..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"No.....no, no, no, no !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She almost screamed in frustration even though the last door she opened was the right one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"Right on time, Virginia."&lt;/span&gt; The cold voice still chilled her to the bone even though she had&amp;nbsp;heard and conversed&amp;nbsp;with it for many centuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Good morning, Master." She bowed low towards the source of the sound, but when she looked up, she was surprised to see a marble telephone set to "speaker" on top of&amp;nbsp;the polished glass dining table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You have traced the Crystal Voice once again, have you not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Yes, Master. But how did you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I can tell by the eagerness in your voice.&amp;nbsp;Your enemies' emotions are a great weapon against themselves, as yours are against you. Keep them in check, as&amp;nbsp;your predecessor, the&amp;nbsp;Baron did. &amp;nbsp;And do not question my actions, I have not the time to enter into your realm, so I use this cheap form of communication. So tell me, have you found the Crystal Singer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Well, I tried to-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"TRIED!?"&lt;/span&gt; Virginia's blood ran cold. Her master was bad-tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;even when dealing with unimportant matters. She was doomed if she failed to satisfy him regarding such an important one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I did, m-master. The Joker took me all the way to the mansion that they stay in, but because of certain powerful magical barriers, I could not enter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Do you know the address?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Yes, master."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"The house was the home of the two Hercule-sapiens that you personally murdered - Aurora and Marlin Swan. Those two left you on the brink of death, imagine what their children, who&amp;nbsp;are to be&amp;nbsp;trained by Alberione himself, can do to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I will be careful, master. And I will observe the house, making sure that if they come out, they will not walk any further."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"Report back to me through here once each week, at 0000hrs on Sunday morning. I will be awaiting your call."&lt;/span&gt; *click* The line went dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hmm... I'm surprised that you managed to get here on time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Hah! Nice try, Persimmon, but my sorcery isn't that weak. Your magic jammer can't stop me that easily."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You withstood it long enough, but I still managed to overcome you. My jamming was sucessful at the last corridor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"But by then it was unnecessary. I still easily found the room. So tell me, why did you try to stop me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I cannot stand the sight of you. If you were not on our side, I would have done you in long ago. I hate the fact that I have been forced, by your master, to play the part of a servant for YOU! A HUMAN! SHAME!" He stopped suddenly, and reverted back to his human form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I apologize for the sudden outburst," he said. With a weak smile, he continued,"Shape-shifting is a tricky business.&amp;nbsp;Transforming into certain things or creatures might cause some minor emotion or thought to suddenly overpower a shape-shifter and cause tantrums such as that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"It's okay, Persimmon. I find your emotions quite natural. For instance, I wouldn't like having to serve someone or something of a lower species or rank than me. But still, I feel slightly offended."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I am sorry, madame-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"It is of no matter."She had cut him across as though he had never said anything. "I have to get back to the mansion. I promised him that I would keep watch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She walked back to the main hall, took her Faux coat off the coat-stand and opened the door. Turning around to face the Levanter, she smiled and said, "Goodbye, Persimmon. I'd appreciate it if you could tell Demitri about my whereabouts when he arrives here." She smiled at him once more, and in that instant, she was the most beautiful woman in Persimmon's world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She leapt out of the door and her body seemed to fold into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Persimmon shut the door without looking back. Any emotion for a human was considered vile by most Leandasians. And yet here he was, an ancient Leandasian warrior, having feelings for a mere human. He would not condone it. He shifted into a serpent and slithered off into the gloom of the mansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-6172824605662448990?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/6172824605662448990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-earth-chapter-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/6172824605662448990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/6172824605662448990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-earth-chapter-8.html' title='Song of Earth - Chapter 8'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2621161829718277374</id><published>2009-11-22T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:05:52.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for all the fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, to all the faithful followers of my novel, "Song of Earth", don't expect it to go any faster just because it's the holidays. I'm facing a writer's block right now and I hope that you don't give up on me. Just be patient,ok? Coz writing a novel isn't easy. Most writers take years to write a short one, and I'm writing a pretty long one. So please cut me some slack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next, I would like to say thank you to everyone I have known or met this year. Thank you for making this year one of my best years ever! I would also like to share a few words of appreciation with everyone about those&amp;nbsp;few people who played a bigger part in making this year so special:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, Poon Kah Wey - You were my first ever close friend this year. You helped me by being by my side while I was trying to get used to the new environment that I was in. I thank you for always being there. When I was alone, when I was afraid, when I was unsure, when I was insecure, you helped me get past all that and let me rise up to the challenges of secondary school. I am not exaggerating when I say that what you have done for me, no one could ever deny or replace. We may not be so close now that my busy schedule has forced us to separate, but I will always be in your debt for helping me begin my life in CHS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second, hmm....ok, Wong Xi Rong - We first met because we sat next to each other in the Science lab and you kept asking me questions. I'm grateful for that meeting because you have become one of my best friends. I am sorry to say that I, like many others, cannot fully accept the fact that one of my best friends has suddenly risen to a position of power over me. But don't worry, I will not let that jeopardize our friendship. I understand that you are facing a lot of stress because you are the PKP3, and I would like to offer a piece of advice that I hope you will take: You are doing your duty very,very well together with the other Masters, and I fully appreciate it. But you might be overdoing it just a little. You don't have to be so fierce towards us. You can question us when we do wrong, but you don't have to raise your voice or scold us just for a tiny mistake. Perfection and obsession are two different things. You must strive towards perfection, not be obsessed over it. You are a good PKP3, but with some improvement, you can be great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third, Ng Kae Shen (big/little brother) -&amp;nbsp;I can't help saying this again: You are so cute !! Not only that, you are dependable, funny, hardworking and always ther to lend a hand or even a simple smile. You are good at keeping secrets, and always know how to make things interesting. You are never bored, and I am never bored when around you because you know how to have fun in any situation. You are a very good friend, and I'm sure many people agree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourth, Yeong Jong - Many people sometimes find you a bit difficult to be around, but I have no such problems. Your slightly immature manner actually makes you more approahcable and charming, in a way. You may not be the most appreciative person I know, but you do know how to make people feel like they belong. Having you for a friend is fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifth, Synn Yi - Well, I thought I should mention you, because you were the girl I sat with for most of the year. I am sorry if life for you was dull when you sat with me. I always thought you were the quiet type, but it turns out that you used to be very talkative in your old school. I'm sorry if I seemed boring, or maybe I was unapproachable, or was it because I kept borrowing things from Kai Yuan instead of you? But either way, I realise that I did not make full use of the time spent with you. I hope we can become better friends next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sixth, Nicole Chong - WHERE DO I START????? First, I switched place to go sit beside you. Second, we start out okay. Third, we become better friends. Fourth, we start arguing. Fifth, you start using bad words. Sixth, I defend myself with bad words. Finally, school closes. Haha. Nevermind, sitting beside you was fun. At least I had something to look forward to each day: What words do I use against Nicole today?...... Haha, just kidding. Anyway, I thank you for all the enjoyment you gave me. I hope that you work a little harder next year, so I will probably get to see you in the same class in Form 3. Wish you all the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seventh, Jasmine - Was I ever one of the people who made you upset enough to make you cry? If so, I'm sorry. I know that towards the end of the year, my discipline got a bit out of control. I'm very sorry. I hope that you enjoyed my gift, and that you understood the letter. I will always be there if you need anything. Keep in mind that I will support you no matter what you do ( unless you are trying to kill me&amp;nbsp;: D ).&amp;nbsp;I hope we can be in&amp;nbsp;the same class next year too. May next year be a promising year for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eigth, Hong Liang - I have always thought highly of anyone who can converse freely with me in pure English. You are no exception to that fact. You have given me the company of someone with whom I have the freedom of speech, to be able to say anything I want and not be misunderstood or not to be limited by lack of words. Not only that, you have also been very helpful and you have always been there to provide moral support with your slogan: "Everything is OK." I have always tried to think of everything as either ok or better than ok since then. It has helped me with somethings, but maybe not with others. Still, you have already done me a great deal. Also, I would like to congratulate you on being, out of the five Masters, the one person who does not go too far, but gets his duty done properly and still allows room for us to catch a breath. Hopefully you won't grab all the duties for yourself next year. I need a purpose too you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nineth, WanXuan( big sis ) - Jie, I actually only started getting to know you after I moved to sit beside Nicole, but after a while, you became my best female friend in the whole of 1A4. I like you so much because you are always there to listen. Of course, you don't always tell me everything about your life but I guess I'm ok with that. But you should open up to more than just HuiYi.&amp;nbsp;She may not always be there to help you. Just think of me as a standby. Either way, you're a good person and I think you are very nice. You should feel that you are very nice too. There are lots of people&amp;nbsp;who aren't very nice, but you are not one of them. You have been a good "sister", and I really, really, really, really want us to be in the same class next year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And FINALLY, HuiYi( big sis#2 =D ) - I might have quite a bit to say to you. First of all, we may have started out on the wrong foot this year. I hope that you don't hold that against me. At some point, we pulled it together and became friends. But I felt that at some point around the time I started sittind behind you, that connection might have broken. Or maybe that was just my imagination. But either way, I want you to know that I never held any resentment towards you. I've always been your friend, I'm just not sure wether you saw it that way. I never minded helping you with your english work. It's fun to know that somebody acknowledges my talents. But just don't ask me to help you with Japanese, mine isn't that good. Now, I have always found it amusing that the girl who asked me for help just to clear a single table in D became the KD. I'm not saying that you do not possess the ability, but I'm telling you that you took too long to let it out. Ming Zhao did not make a mistake when choosing you. You have the ferocity in you to be the KD, but you must not hesitate to let it out. That being said, letting it out too often will make other people a bit angry with you. You must know how to balance joking around, giving a simple order and telling people off, like how Ming Zhao did. If you don't, you will get mixed up and start using the wrong expression or tone of voice in the wrong situation. Like&amp;nbsp;Xi Rong, you too musn't get too worked up over a simple matter. And also, I was not favoring WanXuan in any way. It was just that I always felt that you were more difficult to approach. Also because WanXuan has always been my equal but you have always been in a position of power. But I just want to say this: Everyone has their own perception of things. You could be gazing at the stars, wondering how nice it would be to be with them, but don't forget the small mouse looking up at you, thinking how nice it would be to be like you, with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My post has a limit, and I can't think of things to say to everyone, but just because I left you out of this, doesn't mean that I don't appreaciate all that you have done for me in this past year. I wish all of you all the best and GOOD LUCK NEXT YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2621161829718277374?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2621161829718277374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-all-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2621161829718277374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2621161829718277374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-all-fun.html' title='Thanks for all the fun!'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2311779641390097101</id><published>2009-11-17T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:33:59.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN IN THE SUN(WAY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a great time in Sunway Pyramid today! Although I couldn't go ice skating, I still had lots of fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We started out at RedBox at 12.00pand remained there until 3.00pm! So fun. I got to sing and I liked it so much. The food there was surprisingly good too. We sang so many songs and we took so many pics ( I dun have that many and the quality isn't so gud so I wun upload them, check with Huiyi or Wanxuan if u want them). I don't care what my sister says, I noe my singing can't be that bad. In fact, I like my own voice, even if others don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, we went to the ARCADE!!!! WOOOO!!! So fun! I played a shooting game but that didn't turn out well. Then I went to play the Dance Fever or whatever you call it. I liked it so much coz' it was fun and also because I was so good at it. Of course, it was a bit tiring so i played a different game to cool down. The game I played next was a game where u get many different buttons, and u press each one according to the display on the screen. Somethin similar to the dacing game actually, but not tiring at all. I was quite good at that too. I was a bit dissappointed that I didn't get to challenge HuiYi and WanXuan to either one because I was actually planning to. ( Actually just looking for a chance to "chuan' a bit, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, HuiYi, WanXuan, and XinYue(who I soundly defeated in the Dance game) had to go home and Jasmine wanted to go join Jing Hui while Nicole and SuLing went shopping. So Hong Liang and I went to join XiRong, Yeong Jong, Kah Wey and Kok Yen at the bowling alley. Even though this was only the second time I went bowling in my life, I did passably well.I had fun there too. But I was sad when we had to go though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I had great fun and I hope I will get to see all 1A4-ians next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2311779641390097101?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2311779641390097101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-in-sunway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2311779641390097101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2311779641390097101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-in-sunway.html' title='FUN IN THE SUN(WAY)'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-117264415306968260</id><published>2009-11-10T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:34:34.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So bored... but more things happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, things in 1A4 have become quite boring. But then again,because we have nothing to do, more stuff happens.&amp;nbsp;I got to know some of my friends better, I got closer with some of them too. Of course, I might have lost my good relationship with some of them, but we're still close, though not as close as before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, as usual, main talk is relationships. Everyone is going around pairing ppl up and claiming that their friend of a friend heard that someone likes another someone. All so silly and nonsensical but I just ignore it all. Anyway, I'm involved in some of the pairing, but I never go near the whole FOAF issue. Fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, when someone claims that someone likes u or u like someone, and either u or that person shows signs of it: HELL!!!! SO AWKWARD AND YET FUNNY. But what if the person you like shows signs of liking someone else, WHO CARES??? Either keep going or give up lah! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I just finished Chapter 7 and it was SO EXHAUSTING! I mean, come on, look at how long it is. All because of a fight scene that probably took less than an hour. "Sigh" So problematic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, has anyone seen Ice Age 3? So damn funny!! I love it so&amp;nbsp;much! Especially the part the get trapped in the cave with the gas. And the romance between the guy and the girl squirrel. Haha, so silly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I've had an ok day today, but so bored.. Xi Rong&amp;nbsp;has been so emo all day, so not like his usual self. And Xin Yue took my personal junk book and showed it to the world. Just because I did not mention her in the book, Jasmine got a bit upset at being left out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;People often misunderstand things that we do or say. We say we want a certain someone to be around so we won't feel bored, they say we miss them dearly and we love them. We write a few lines of friendship for someone, they say we love them. I have something to say to those people: " HEY! If U like love so much, go GET A LIFE! DAMMIT! FIND UR OWN BF/GF AND STOP BOTHERING ME AND MY FRIENDS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Is it wrong to hav really close friends of the opposite gender?&amp;nbsp; If no then **** OFF! Sorry, but I'm very sensitive about the whole like/love/frenz issue. But that issue is one of the few things that make my days in skul interesting. Haha. That's enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-117264415306968260?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/117264415306968260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-bored-but-more-things-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/117264415306968260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/117264415306968260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-bored-but-more-things-happening.html' title='So bored... but more things happening.'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2548454916580047879</id><published>2009-11-09T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:23:37.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of Earth - Chapter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noe this Chapter took a long time but it is quite long!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruby jumped away, bringing herself about twenty feet away from the walking, living, breathing manifestation of her death. She stared at the creature, frantically trying to think of a song or spell that would bring it down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kingsley smiled. He hadn't seen his sister so worried in a long time. Controlling the Hound was not for the faint of heart, but he could manage. In fact, he had perfect control of the monster in its curent state.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kingsley muttered a few more commands. Shifting from English to Greek to German and ending with an archaic form of French. The Cu Gealach responded perfectly to its master's orders. Shifting from one shape to the next, teleporting when possible, and adding blades and writhing waves of shadows to its deadly assault. Ruby dodged and twisted, barely having any time to use any form of major defence against it. Finally, she decided to ignore the weapon and attack its wielder. She uttered a minor confusion charm, momentarily distracting the beast. Then, she raced past it and headed straight for her brother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kingsley saw his sister running past his monster and straight towards&amp;nbsp;him. He laughed at her stupidity. A few words and he restored his minion to its former alertness, and summoned it to stand right in front of him. His sister was doomed... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ruby smiled at her brother's predictability. She uttered a long string of words in a sing-song voice and ran straight through the monster. Her brother was completely taken by surprise, he hadn't known his sister could do that. She charged at him, regaining her substance, and punched him straight in the face, sending him flying backwards into the wall twenty feet behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley snarled. His face was bruised, and was probably going to turn a few interesting shades of purple over the next few days. But he was otherwise unharmed save for his ego. He got up, using his small amount of elemental power to summon fire into his hands. He sent a curling stream of it straight at his sister. She dodged backwards....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;..... and landed in the claws of the Cu Gealach. It immediately grasped her with a vice-like grip that could have shattered her bones if she were human. Instead of panicking, she willed herself to calm down and relaxed her body. Slowly, she eased herself around and turned to face the monster. Looking straight into its eyes, she said," Seal my death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley&amp;nbsp;was astounded by his sister's foolishness for falling into such an obvious trap. But there was no way she could get out of it, she couldn't move and was being held so tightly he was sure she couldn't sing. He saw her turning around and&amp;nbsp;muttering something so softly that he couldn't hear what it was. But he felt his hold over the monster breaking. He struggled to keep it steady, but his control faltered. In that instant, he knew what she had said: "Seal my death."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Those three words were inscribed in the very cells of the legendary Cu na Gealai Duibhe. Said in any language, they would trigger an instinct in the Hound's brain. An instinct to kill the person who said it, though not with any ordinary method. The Cu Gealach would go into an uncontrollable frenzy, trying to grab its victim in its claws. Then, it would unleash its necromancical powers, enveloping the doomed being inside a ball of shadows and crushing them until they were nothing more than a disgusting pile of blood and other bodily fluids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley watched in horror as Ruby was swallowed up by the shadows that were formed out of the beast's paws. They formed a large black orb around her and the orb was shrinking!!! He panicked, he wanted to win, but he didn't want her to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just as the orb got so small that he couldn't bear to look, it shone like a star and exploded. Kingsley was surprised, that wasn't part of the execution. And out of the ray of fading light stepped Ruby, completely unharmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley allowed his Hound some time to recuperate, then launched a full force attack against his sister. His initial worry for his sister's life was transformed into a form of disappointment that she didn't die. Ruby , on the other hand, ws doing quite well because of her newfound confidence. She dodged and twisted, but she was faring quite well as she coud run, jump, spin around, twirl, make narrow escapes, and still find openings to retaliate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Suddenly, the monster unleashed great waves of coiling shadows at her. In her effort to banish them, she forgot about the beast itself and was taken by surprise as it made a ten metre jump towards her. As a last resort, she sang a phrase from the Ave Maria by Schubert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A bubble of pink haze materialized around the Cu Gealach, trapping it and suspending it in mid-air, leaving it helpless and frantically trying to regain its freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Cu Gealach was beginning to panic. It had never faced an opponent who could survive its assault before, much less keep it fifteen feet off the ground. It tried to teleport away, but the seal placed on it by Ruby's music was too strong. Its necromancy wasn't that much help either as it couldn't use it anywhere outside the bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In its panicked state, Kingsley found it more and more difficult to control his minion. The LispCaster foundhimself losing control over his own temper too. He willed himself to calm down, for fear of revealing his predicament to his sister.If she found out that he couldn't use any of his other powers without breaking his hold, one way or another, he'd be doomed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ruby was startled by her brother's behavior. He wasn't doing anything. Not LispCasting,&amp;nbsp; not making use of his elemental powers, not helping his Hound break free, nothing. Or maybe it was because.... No, it couldn't be. Her brother would never risk so much for so little. And besides, he did use his fire power not just a short while ago. But then, when he did, the monster lost control, or at least it seemed to go into a minor frenzy.... But that's not possible, he didn't say anything after hurling the fire at her, or maybe he did..... Yes, she was sure he did. Yes! Her brother truly was in no position to oppose her any longer. He could only dodge and avoid and hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Maintaining her voice, Ruby used her hands to cast a simple spell that her parents taught her.It was her favourite because it was so useful and effective and yet it didn't require her using her voice. Instead, she cast the spell bye moving her hands and clasping them in certain positions whilst charging energy through them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The spell allowed her to multiply herself, or rather to make clones. They'd erupt from her like bubbles and then they'd slowly gain form and substance, gaining a life and mind of their own.Of course, if the caster wills it, none of his or her clones will do anything that is not the caster's will. Once they were fully formed, they'd be able to do anything that she could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Deciding that her energy was too precious to waste, she minimized the number of clones to two. One of them took her place as the barrier caster. The other one ran towards Kingsley and began attacking him with a few energy spells and physical attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because of his restricted abilities, Kingsley was barely able to dodge the attacks that the clone was hurling at him. He was occasionally hit by them and as a result, his agility was slowly decreasing. Keeping the Cu Gealach under his control was out of the question, but necessary if he was to have even the slightest chance of winning. Then again, sheer frustration drove him to forget about the consequences of his actions. He gave up on the beast and launched into a lyrical language that&amp;nbsp;destroyed the persistent clone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just as&amp;nbsp;his problem was taken care of,&amp;nbsp;a beautiful voice could be heard vocalizing Beethoven's famous Fur Elise. The voice was undubtably Ruby's, and in that instant, Kingsley lost the match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course, he hadn't officially lost it. But beyond that point, he had no chance of winning. That song was Ruby's favourite vocal piece, and she loved using it in battle. It allowed her to gain mental control over a living thing. This time, her target was the Hound of the Black Moon. The beast immediately stopped its incessant howling that began when Kingsley let it go. The remaining clone gently lowered its prisoner to the ground, and then faded back into nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley&amp;nbsp;gazed in awe&amp;nbsp;at the beast he summoned. He was surprised that Ruby gained control over it so easily. She seemed perfectly at ease. It looked at her, gave her a surprisingly intelligent nod, and leapt towards its original master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kingsley was free to use his powers, but the beast was too fast for him. His powers took time to take effect, and that was a luxury he could not afford at this point. His elemental knowledge was the only form of attack he could create. But even then, the only element that he was truly adept at using was Fire. All other elements were only minor tricks in his arsenal and they didn't amount to much either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The fire whips, rings, waves, and&amp;nbsp;balls that he sent&amp;nbsp;towards the Cu Gealach were working perfectly until necromancy came into the picture. The waves of shadows merely soaked up everything he had to throw at them. As exhaustion began to kick in, Kingsley gave up and lay slumped on the floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ruby smiled at&amp;nbsp;her brother's forfeit, she loved holding such things against him. Seeing him helpless on the floor, she had officially won the battle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And the floor gave way beneath her. She screamed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2548454916580047879?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2548454916580047879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-earth-chapter-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2548454916580047879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2548454916580047879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-earth-chapter-7.html' title='Song of Earth - Chapter 7'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-2163394886441541965</id><published>2009-10-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:04:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler..... again^^</title><content type='html'>To all the faithful followers of my novel, Song of Earth, Chapter 7 is gonna take a while coz' it's quite long and requires a lot of work...... So, jz to fill the void of boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished reading a book titled The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. It's one of the most meaningful and captivating books I've EVER READ!!! Although it is a work of fiction, it still got me thinking: Does the world have a soul? Is that Soul constantly guiding us through our lives? Can we see the future by tapping into the soul? Can omens or signs tell us the future or decide the best way for us to live our lives? Can our hearts speak to us? Can the wind speak to us? Can the Earth itself speak to us? Can we have direct conversation with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first read this book when I was much younger. I didn't noe how to appreciate it back then. My mind was so simple and immature that it did not ponder over these feew questions. I took the book for face value, and this book's face value ain't so high. I got bored easily and cast it away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why this book was seemingly important. It called out to me as I was looking for a good book to bring to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've tried applying a bit of it to my own life, but no result. But if you wanna noe wat the book said, come look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book so meaningful, I really love it. It showed me that my life has been spent in blindness, and that we have neglected our hearts and stopped listening to the world. It showed me that omens are misunderstood, and that the world truly opens a path for you if you know where you are going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so enlightened when I read it, and I drank up every word. However, it will certainly be a bit difficult to actually apply it into life, for it is a deep work. To have to understand the language of the Universe, to read the omens, to turn into wind, to tap into the soul of the world, to speak to the hand that writes it all........ All impossible, and yet so possible. (Sigh) If only life could be an easy road, how wonderful that would be....... Think about it. No fear of love, being loved, failure, change, obstacles, mishaps, reccurrances, and all other forms of confusion and difficulties faced in life... Would you like such a world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD NOT! For it is because of the difficulties faced in life that make it worth living, I won't give up. I will strive to love, be loved, suceed, change, overcome all obstacles, make full use of the principle of favouribility, know the omens and read the signs well. That way, no matter what life deals out to me, I will take it, polish it, and send it in all its shining glory back to the hand that has written it all. I love life, and I will live it to the fullest. And YOU SHOULD TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-2163394886441541965?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/2163394886441541965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2163394886441541965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/2163394886441541965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler-again.html' title='Filler..... again^^'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-3653589123087711900</id><published>2009-10-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:51:02.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm facing a bout of mixed emotions right now:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) I'm pissed at my dad coz he always finds fault with what I do and he always sides my younger sister in any argument. I'm also angry that he casts aside the fact that with some work, I can be as good as my brothers and sisters at anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) I haven't really gotten over my feelings towards "her" but I won't expect too much from her anymore. I will stop trying to impose myself on her and just be as best a friend as I can. In the meantime, I will, of course, try to enter her inner circle because I feel she's too reserved when around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) I'm happy that I managed to become a prefect. Of course, anyone who's anyone will feel a small pinch of regret at the fact that they have not managed to become a master. I am one of those people. But, who knows, if I try my best, I might just get a chance in Form 4. Right now, I too feel that I'm not good enough to become a master, but three years is, surely, quite enough time for improvement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) I've always wondered what it's like to be the person on the other end of love. To be the one who's crushed on, not the one who is crushing on someone else. Rumors have been going around that a friend of mine has a crush on me. I won't believe them until she herself admits it,&amp;nbsp;of course, but it feels awkward to know that (or think that ) someone is crushing on you. Maybe I should cut the girl I have a crush on some slack, because it's not easy dealing with the onslaught of confusion that one gets when in such a predicament.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Finally, I'm overjoyed that I'm finally getting an A for History. And that my English has reverted to its original standard. And that my Chinese essay is able to reap me a 25 even though I tried writing a Descriptive Essay. An essay which very few people even dared attempt to write. Meanwhile, a few of my other subjects weren't as satisfying but overall, I did quite well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, I'm sorry for my exhuberant verbocity ( usage of vocabulary that is difficult to understand ) but I can't help it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: yellow;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; I'm feeling &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;dissappointed&lt;/span&gt;, and I &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;still have a crush on "her". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for listening!!! ; )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-3653589123087711900?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/3653589123087711900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3653589123087711900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3653589123087711900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler.html' title='Filler.'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-3666377091597966567</id><published>2009-10-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:29:59.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dedication....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;This Is a dedication to a teacher so Fine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A great educator, an understanding leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;She was a good person, loved by all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;No one had a single word to say against her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She was always good to me. She had only praise for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;She may have been a free thinker, but she deserves a place in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I hope that God will help her. Give her a better life than that which she had in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MADAM DOREEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;May u be happy in the afterlife, I wish u all the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332504053696518694-3666377091597966567?l=songofearth-novel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/feeds/3666377091597966567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3666377091597966567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332504053696518694/posts/default/3666377091597966567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofearth-novel.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedication.html' title='A Dedication....'/><author><name>Josh:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937274725997423073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xr0fGL7Fbo4/TPZei75EJDI/AAAAAAAAACA/kaZQaFYvGvU/S220/Kinkade%2Bmountai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332504053696518694.post-3372405490276603985</id><published>2009-10-18T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:05:56.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of Earth - Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Virginia Dare looked&amp;nbsp;out of the limousine window as it was driven slowly through the streets of Paris. She was heading towards the majestic 'Church Atop the Hill' , the famous Sacre Couer.Her reason being that she had to get to America as fast as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She did not enjoy conventional methods such as aeroplanes or ships. She felt that being a immortal, she was above such cheap and&amp;nbsp;earthbound modes of transport. Virginia preferred using&amp;nbsp;more uncommon&amp;nbsp;methods such as that which she was about to use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It was known as Gullivian Scrying. A magical art that was a variation&amp;nbsp; of ordinary scrying. Scrying was invented by a 5th century magician. The word itself comes from the french word "Descrier", which means to show or to reveal. It allows a mage or sorcerer to view a specific person,place or object through a specular surface or any liquid. At it's full potential, a full, five-senses experience could be aqcuired. Gullivian Scrying was similar to scrying in many ways&amp;nbsp;but it was more&amp;nbsp;advanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This earth, our planet, withholds a vast amount of energy in its core. The pressure generated is so immense that it is sufficient to obliterate our planet. Special energy fields located in various&amp;nbsp;areas on Earth prevent this from happening. These energy fields are like invisible&amp;nbsp;geysers. They frequently release large amounts of power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Any specular object placed within these fields will act as a portal that takes a person to any other energy field of their choice. This( I know it took a while to get here )&amp;nbsp;was Virginia's&amp;nbsp;mode of travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Virginia climbed out of her limousine in a most elegant manner. A few male passers-by were wolf-whistling. She looked at them and gave an impossibly beautiful smile(one of them actually swooned), and that got some of the women, who were trying to hurriedly drag their boyfriends and husbands away, quite pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Get of the road, hussy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Wear some decent clothing, you w****.You're hogging the traffic." But still, more and
