The first rays of sun beat down on the scarred land, baking and scorching the already dry soil. Small clumps of crops grew here and there where there was enough to hold onto. From the small village, a scrawny rooster could be heard announcing the morning as people left the shelter of their huts, thanking whoever had let them survive another night.
Talow was like any other fifteen jaar old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if u could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready to face another day.
“Good morning, papa.” He stepped outdoors to see his father hooking up the muildier, mule to the old wagon. “Where are u going? The crops are not ready to harvest and we have nothing else to bring to market.” Talow helped his father buckle the straps around the animal’s thin chest.
“We need supplies.” His father zei as he picked up his sack. “Your sisters are growing and will soon find husbands of their own, we can’t rely on them forever.” He wrapped the lead around his wrist and turned to lead the muildier, mule towards the neighbouring village of Maylan.
“I will come with you.” Talow followed his father.
“You need to finish your work first.” His father continued to walk on. “Besides, Maylan is no place for kids. Talow stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t been called a kid since his mother had seen him trying to help his sister bring in the crops.
He had been only five at the time, trying to drag one of the carts through the fields as his sisters, both at least three years older then he was, had loaded it with whatever had managed to grow that year. Talia, the oldest door six months had placed an armful of lumpy potatoes in the kar, winkelwagen when the whole thing tipped over spilling the mornings labour across the dusty ground. Their mother had struck him across the ear, scolding him for creating meer work. She had zei the fields were no place for a kid running around and getting in the way. Talow had spent the rest of the morning sulking under the elongated roof of the neighbours, shading himself from the bright sun and the harsh words of his mother.
She had passed two years geleden during the drought that had left everyone desperate for any water they could find. The barrels that usually collected rainwater were dry and the jungle, which had moved in as the climate had warmed, provided dangers beyond imagination. Talow watched his father walk down the winding trail to the edge of zei jungle, disappearing between the large leaves as he followed the path to Maylan.
He turned to look out at the village. The occasional neighbour could be seen weaving between the huts, feeding chickens, milking goats, of getting ready to head out to the plains. Out here, away from the cities, people worked to survive. If u were lucky u produced enough for the family and maybe a few spare coins. Talow picked his way to a small hut on the edge of the village. The yard had a short fence made from mismatched materials like wooden beams, and rusting steel running around it keeping a few skinny chickens from running off and getting eaten door something. Stepping over the barrier Talow made his way to the front door of the slightly lopsided house. It was made from baked clay bricks and had stood here for years; the roof was an extension of the heuvel behind it creating a green roof that allowed for a garden on top. The door shook on its hinges as he knocked on the thin board.
“It’s open.” A faint voice could be heard from inside the house. Talow pushed the door open revealing a circular room that was the only one in the house. The walls were washed in the dim light of a sputtering candle placed on a wobbling stack of old books. Beside these was a wooden tafel, tabel with two chairs, one occupied door the owner. She was no meer then four and a half feet with a tuff of white hair at the crown. Grandma Ninovan was the oldest woman to still live in the village. Both of her sons had been taken into the army when they were kids so she lived alone in her little hut. She had no grandkids so she wasn’t really anyone’s grandmother but she acted like one. Talow had grown up with Grandma Ninovan checking up on the family, for the past three years he had been doing odd jobs for her to repay for the countless times she had saved them from starving throughout the year. Everything from feeding the chickens, to repairing the fence with bits he could find discarded door others. Today she sat, looking out the round window at the jungle beyond.
“Grandma Ninovan? Is something wrong?” Talow was usually off with his assignment door now, happy to help in any way he could but today he wasn’t. Grandma Ninovan hadn’t even moved as he came in, she just continued to look out the window, hands clasped around the wooden cane she used, lips moving as if speaking. Talow leaned in to hear what the old woman was saying when the sound of shouting and gunfire caused him to stop. Talow looked to Grandma Ninovan, she was crying and trying to say something to him.
“Go, they are here.” Her faint whisper reached his ears just as a soldier, no older then Talow broke the door down with the butt of his gun. He stepped through the space, regarding Talow and Grandma Ninovan and as he checked the gauge on his flame-gun. Grandma Ninovan sat quietly, eyes closed as the boy let loose a jet of flame onto the furniture; the room was blazing within minutes. Talow reached for Grandma Ninovan but she pulled out of his grasp, gesturing to the door. Hesitating, he ducked out the door as the soldier boy went from house to house, lighting them up the same way.
Talow was disoriented from the fumes but he managed to make his way back to his home, grateful that no one was home. He charged through the open door, grabbing anything that may be helpful. He threw a few things in a bag, shoving a balled up blanket in when he heard the screaming of woman and men alike. Talow took the bag and ran for the jungle; no one would follow him in there. He duif between the leafy branches, watching from the corner of his eye as his village, his home pagina went up in flames.
Talow was like any other fifteen jaar old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if u could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready to face another day.
“Good morning, papa.” He stepped outdoors to see his father hooking up the muildier, mule to the old wagon. “Where are u going? The crops are not ready to harvest and we have nothing else to bring to market.” Talow helped his father buckle the straps around the animal’s thin chest.
“We need supplies.” His father zei as he picked up his sack. “Your sisters are growing and will soon find husbands of their own, we can’t rely on them forever.” He wrapped the lead around his wrist and turned to lead the muildier, mule towards the neighbouring village of Maylan.
“I will come with you.” Talow followed his father.
“You need to finish your work first.” His father continued to walk on. “Besides, Maylan is no place for kids. Talow stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t been called a kid since his mother had seen him trying to help his sister bring in the crops.
He had been only five at the time, trying to drag one of the carts through the fields as his sisters, both at least three years older then he was, had loaded it with whatever had managed to grow that year. Talia, the oldest door six months had placed an armful of lumpy potatoes in the kar, winkelwagen when the whole thing tipped over spilling the mornings labour across the dusty ground. Their mother had struck him across the ear, scolding him for creating meer work. She had zei the fields were no place for a kid running around and getting in the way. Talow had spent the rest of the morning sulking under the elongated roof of the neighbours, shading himself from the bright sun and the harsh words of his mother.
She had passed two years geleden during the drought that had left everyone desperate for any water they could find. The barrels that usually collected rainwater were dry and the jungle, which had moved in as the climate had warmed, provided dangers beyond imagination. Talow watched his father walk down the winding trail to the edge of zei jungle, disappearing between the large leaves as he followed the path to Maylan.
He turned to look out at the village. The occasional neighbour could be seen weaving between the huts, feeding chickens, milking goats, of getting ready to head out to the plains. Out here, away from the cities, people worked to survive. If u were lucky u produced enough for the family and maybe a few spare coins. Talow picked his way to a small hut on the edge of the village. The yard had a short fence made from mismatched materials like wooden beams, and rusting steel running around it keeping a few skinny chickens from running off and getting eaten door something. Stepping over the barrier Talow made his way to the front door of the slightly lopsided house. It was made from baked clay bricks and had stood here for years; the roof was an extension of the heuvel behind it creating a green roof that allowed for a garden on top. The door shook on its hinges as he knocked on the thin board.
“It’s open.” A faint voice could be heard from inside the house. Talow pushed the door open revealing a circular room that was the only one in the house. The walls were washed in the dim light of a sputtering candle placed on a wobbling stack of old books. Beside these was a wooden tafel, tabel with two chairs, one occupied door the owner. She was no meer then four and a half feet with a tuff of white hair at the crown. Grandma Ninovan was the oldest woman to still live in the village. Both of her sons had been taken into the army when they were kids so she lived alone in her little hut. She had no grandkids so she wasn’t really anyone’s grandmother but she acted like one. Talow had grown up with Grandma Ninovan checking up on the family, for the past three years he had been doing odd jobs for her to repay for the countless times she had saved them from starving throughout the year. Everything from feeding the chickens, to repairing the fence with bits he could find discarded door others. Today she sat, looking out the round window at the jungle beyond.
“Grandma Ninovan? Is something wrong?” Talow was usually off with his assignment door now, happy to help in any way he could but today he wasn’t. Grandma Ninovan hadn’t even moved as he came in, she just continued to look out the window, hands clasped around the wooden cane she used, lips moving as if speaking. Talow leaned in to hear what the old woman was saying when the sound of shouting and gunfire caused him to stop. Talow looked to Grandma Ninovan, she was crying and trying to say something to him.
“Go, they are here.” Her faint whisper reached his ears just as a soldier, no older then Talow broke the door down with the butt of his gun. He stepped through the space, regarding Talow and Grandma Ninovan and as he checked the gauge on his flame-gun. Grandma Ninovan sat quietly, eyes closed as the boy let loose a jet of flame onto the furniture; the room was blazing within minutes. Talow reached for Grandma Ninovan but she pulled out of his grasp, gesturing to the door. Hesitating, he ducked out the door as the soldier boy went from house to house, lighting them up the same way.
Talow was disoriented from the fumes but he managed to make his way back to his home, grateful that no one was home. He charged through the open door, grabbing anything that may be helpful. He threw a few things in a bag, shoving a balled up blanket in when he heard the screaming of woman and men alike. Talow took the bag and ran for the jungle; no one would follow him in there. He duif between the leafy branches, watching from the corner of his eye as his village, his home pagina went up in flames.
........ Kairtlyn sighed. Normally she would get eighteen coins this dag from selling flowers, but she got two today. She picked her bloem basket. Nobody in Sderina would want flowers now. They are celebrating the Dutchess Maira's birthday. As she walked, two guards pointed a her.
"She's the Duke's daughter!" one of them shouted. The guards began to chase her. She ran away, and slipped....
(literally 80 minuten later...)
"There she was!" one of the guards said. She had fainted, and she was opening her eyes....
"What are u doing with me?!" she shouted.
"We want u to live at the Duke's castle......"
(To Be Continued.)
"She's the Duke's daughter!" one of them shouted. The guards began to chase her. She ran away, and slipped....
(literally 80 minuten later...)
"There she was!" one of the guards said. She had fainted, and she was opening her eyes....
"What are u doing with me?!" she shouted.
"We want u to live at the Duke's castle......"
(To Be Continued.)
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This is my first full-length story that I've made.
u know, I would post it here chapter door chapter, but there's 23. And that would entirely cover up 'The Deadly Truth' (I know that should probably be underlined but my computer sucks and that isn't an option on here) chapters that are up thus far so I'm not doing that xD
Based off of the Percy Jackson series.
Note: This story kind of stinks, especially the first five chapters. Eve is a major Mary-Sue at the beginning, I think, but fanfiction.net won't let me change it so I can't really do much about it (plus I'm a sentimental weirdo who doesn't like to change things-- really gotta get over that). The seconde story, which I'll post after I get feedback on this, is WAY better. I'm on chapter 14 of that and it's already longer than the first and door FAR meer descriptive and all. I blame myself for being younger when I started the first one :P
This is my first full-length story that I've made.
u know, I would post it here chapter door chapter, but there's 23. And that would entirely cover up 'The Deadly Truth' (I know that should probably be underlined but my computer sucks and that isn't an option on here) chapters that are up thus far so I'm not doing that xD
Based off of the Percy Jackson series.
Note: This story kind of stinks, especially the first five chapters. Eve is a major Mary-Sue at the beginning, I think, but fanfiction.net won't let me change it so I can't really do much about it (plus I'm a sentimental weirdo who doesn't like to change things-- really gotta get over that). The seconde story, which I'll post after I get feedback on this, is WAY better. I'm on chapter 14 of that and it's already longer than the first and door FAR meer descriptive and all. I blame myself for being younger when I started the first one :P
This song is about braking up with someone. Please kom bij my club E-Scope90 if u like it. I'll post some meer if I get enough views.
Caysee
Oh Caysee
Casee, Caysee,
Can't u see
Your love isn't fit
For u and me
Caysee, why won't u understand
I don't want to take your hand
Oh
Caysee
Why can't u find someone else,
Oh Caysee?
Caysee, don't feel so blue
u can find a boy for you.
(repeat 2x)
Caysee, why cant u see
You're just not the one for me.
Just please understand
Our love isn't grand.
I don't wanna make a fit in front of the muziek stand
Caysee
Can't u see
You're not the one for me
Caysee, oh Caysee
Oh, can't u see???!!!
u can never be...
the one....
for me...
Caysee
Oh Caysee
Casee, Caysee,
Can't u see
Your love isn't fit
For u and me
Caysee, why won't u understand
I don't want to take your hand
Oh
Caysee
Why can't u find someone else,
Oh Caysee?
Caysee, don't feel so blue
u can find a boy for you.
(repeat 2x)
Caysee, why cant u see
You're just not the one for me.
Just please understand
Our love isn't grand.
I don't wanna make a fit in front of the muziek stand
Caysee
Can't u see
You're not the one for me
Caysee, oh Caysee
Oh, can't u see???!!!
u can never be...
the one....
for me...
Chapter 8: to the Future
The jaar 3020, Kitsunes and Humans live in peace, because of Amber and Jay's triumph over tyranny...
"Amber, do u think about having children?" vlaamse gaai, jay asked Amber.
"I do, sometimes" Amber responded, as the doorbell rung. Amber went to see who was there, but all she saw was a pair of baby Kitsunes in a basket.
vlaamse gaai, jay walked down the stairs to be with her, and saw them. "Who abandoned a pair of baby Kitsunes?" vlaamse gaai, jay thought to himself, as Amber picked them both up.
"Jay, can we adopt them?" Amber asked him.
"Of course, they are our children" vlaamse gaai, jay replied.
The jaar 3020, Kitsunes and Humans live in peace, because of Amber and Jay's triumph over tyranny...
"Amber, do u think about having children?" vlaamse gaai, jay asked Amber.
"I do, sometimes" Amber responded, as the doorbell rung. Amber went to see who was there, but all she saw was a pair of baby Kitsunes in a basket.
vlaamse gaai, jay walked down the stairs to be with her, and saw them. "Who abandoned a pair of baby Kitsunes?" vlaamse gaai, jay thought to himself, as Amber picked them both up.
"Jay, can we adopt them?" Amber asked him.
"Of course, they are our children" vlaamse gaai, jay replied.
I wrote this it's kinda random not about love this time. That's rare.
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
Ooh
I'm going free style all over
Enjoy the supernova
This is special
really special
I'm so free of styles I'm full
Hey
Anything can do yeah
Anything can do
Because I'm going
free
style
Won't come with me for a while
Because I'm going
free
style
I'm going, I'm doing, I know
I'm going
free
style
Come on with me for a smile
Because I'm going
free
style
We can do it with our style
Come on
To see
The newest
Free
style
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
Ooh
I'm going free style all over
Enjoy the supernova
This is special
really special
I'm so free of styles I'm full
Hey
Anything can do yeah
Anything can do
Because I'm going
free
style
Won't come with me for a while
Because I'm going
free
style
I'm going, I'm doing, I know
I'm going
free
style
Come on with me for a smile
Because I'm going
free
style
We can do it with our style
Come on
To see
The newest
Free
style
This is a song I wrote when I was 6 of 7 I improved it a little I didn't add to it though.
United 8 Planets
United 8 Planets
United 8 Planets are in the sky
United 8 Planets 1 2 3 to try
I love u meer than united 8 planets
Kissin' the sky girl
But our love is stronger than the bond
of united 8 planets
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaahhh
Fun
Any dag u wanna hang out
But I doubt
Our love is stronger
than united 8 planets
yeah yeah yeah
woooooooooooooo
yeah yeah yeah
woooooooooooooo
yeah yeah yeah
woooooooooooooo
yeah yeah yeah
United 8 Planets
United 8 Planets
United 8 Planets are in the sky
United 8 Planets 1 2 3 to try
I love u meer than united 8 planets
Kissin' the sky girl
But our love is stronger than the bond
of united 8 planets
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaahhh
Fun
Any dag u wanna hang out
But I doubt
Our love is stronger
than united 8 planets
yeah yeah yeah
woooooooooooooo
yeah yeah yeah
woooooooooooooo
yeah yeah yeah
woooooooooooooo
yeah yeah yeah
A song door me it's short because it has a 30 seconde intro and also the song is pretty slow.
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I know I feel down. But don't try to make me happy.
Not this of that, can help. Not that either. But only one thing. But now,
I feel so lonely. Deep down, depressed
If u were here, I'd feel happy
Now I feel so sappy
u were the one that make me happy, but your'e not here girl
I know u are gone, and I feel lonely without you
u were my mate no need for the other girls to debate
I feel lonelier than a log a log in a big thick fog
I feel so lonely
If only u were here
(repeat)
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I know I feel down. But don't try to make me happy.
Not this of that, can help. Not that either. But only one thing. But now,
I feel so lonely. Deep down, depressed
If u were here, I'd feel happy
Now I feel so sappy
u were the one that make me happy, but your'e not here girl
I know u are gone, and I feel lonely without you
u were my mate no need for the other girls to debate
I feel lonelier than a log a log in a big thick fog
I feel so lonely
If only u were here
(repeat)
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Kairtlyn did not believe the guards' words. " How could it be?" she asked."My mother's a normal citizen."
"Of course it could be. I will tell u the story." one of the guards promised.But Kairtlyn did not believe that easily. She punched the guard straight on his face.
"Ow!" the guard shouted. But the other guard was strong and muscular and in an instant he had grabbed her.
"Let me go!" she said."I'm not the Duke's daughter! It's utter nonsense!"
Unfortunately, it was true. Kairtlyn didn't realize it.....
"Of course it could be. I will tell u the story." one of the guards promised.But Kairtlyn did not believe that easily. She punched the guard straight on his face.
"Ow!" the guard shouted. But the other guard was strong and muscular and in an instant he had grabbed her.
"Let me go!" she said."I'm not the Duke's daughter! It's utter nonsense!"
Unfortunately, it was true. Kairtlyn didn't realize it.....
There was once a woman who ran in the woods. She had brown hair that trailed behind her like a tail. She was running away from the guards of the mansion near the woods.
"Stop!" the guard ordered.
"I won't stop keeping the secret except Reginald would let u stop chasing me!" the woman replied with a voice that signifies that she was tired.
" Are u running only for a lowly creature?" the guard zei with a strong voice.
" I am not afraid. Kill me." the woman said, "but leave the baby safe."
"But why?! It's a baby girl, and u know girls and woman are worthless except for the maids and the members of the Rosrien. You, the honorable Lady Freryn, why are u running for that silly little girl that is not from the House Of Rosrien?"
" Stop all the talk. This is my order. kill me, and let the baby safe." Lady Freryn ordered.
" Alright."the guards said.....
-To Be Continued.
"Stop!" the guard ordered.
"I won't stop keeping the secret except Reginald would let u stop chasing me!" the woman replied with a voice that signifies that she was tired.
" Are u running only for a lowly creature?" the guard zei with a strong voice.
" I am not afraid. Kill me." the woman said, "but leave the baby safe."
"But why?! It's a baby girl, and u know girls and woman are worthless except for the maids and the members of the Rosrien. You, the honorable Lady Freryn, why are u running for that silly little girl that is not from the House Of Rosrien?"
" Stop all the talk. This is my order. kill me, and let the baby safe." Lady Freryn ordered.
" Alright."the guards said.....
-To Be Continued.