Sunday, April 29, 2012

Pirate's Piece? (Pirate101)

Haha, just kidding. I'll explain in a moment.

Anyway, I've bee waiting to get back on here (blame the fact you have to pay to use the internet) and as soon as I do I find that KingsIsle has gone and made, or rather, finished another game.

Pirate101.

Heather Raven and The Friendly Necromancer are also already talking about it. So for the past 45 or so minutes I've been exploring the sight. And it't looks



Anyway, who here has heard of the manga One Piece?


This is actually around the place where I am now. Anyway, the characters (from left to right): Zolo, Nami, name forgotten (it might be Chuck though...), Luffy (main character), Usopp, name forgotten , and Sanji. (Hey, I haven't read it in a week an a half.)

But here's why Pirate101 reminds me of Once Piece, because somewhere they mention the "Yum-Yum Fruit", and in OP there are all these different fruits called the Devil Fruits. Such as the Gum-Gum Fruit (the one Luffy eats), Slip-Slip Fruit (Lady Alvida), Chop-Chop Fruit (Buggy the Clown), Smoke-Smoke Fruit (Smoker), and others.

So Yum-Yum Fruit = copy.
:p
The only thing wrong.

After looking through the classes (here) I've decided I want to be a Swashbuckler. For two specific reasons.

  1. The quote in the description "...sacrificing toughness for damage" is more or less the same as Storm. Okay, I know, maybe I should expand my options here but there's just this natural pull towards Storm that I love, and let's not get all emotionally sappy here but I'm sure anyone one else who plays W101 has the same feeling towards their school too.
  2. The book Epic by Conor Kostick. It's a really awesome book and I can't begin to explain it, but the main character is a swashbuckler.
Though I think that Buccaneer is supposed to represent Storm, but oh well.

However, if you can take a second school (which would be cool) I would choose Witchdoctor. Okay, if I were following my W101 path I would technically choose Privateer because of healing (so more or less like Life), but the aspects that Withdoctors have are pretty cool.

Wait, I just figured something out.

Maybe the companions you can gain as you play are "your second school", they have the powers you can learn so you have them learn it then help you.
That makes sense.

I have to say that Valencia is my favorite world so far. Sure, the game hasn't even been released but it's so much like Storm. Plus it's got Clockworks (even if they do turn out to be evil...).


Storm.
See why I'm addicted to Storm? 'Cause it's awesome! (Not that I'm trying to be impartial or anything.... O.o)

The one thing I have to say I'm looking forward to more than Valencia is the music. KI has always out done themselves on the music so I expect nothing less from them now! Especially the Wysteria music, that is my far the best music I have ever heard.

The release date for the game is set for later this year, not yet specified. You can follow them on facebook and they also have a news letter about it linked there. P101 has a new fighting style too so make sure you check that out.

You never let us on.

Depressing.

Yeah.

You're on next time.
Laterz!
~Emma





P.S.
Uh oh, I'm picturing a story inspiration coming once I start playing...

Friday, April 20, 2012

COUNTODWN DONE (kinda)

Okay, so I know I skipped the last day but-

No!! OCD!!! Aahhh!!

Shut up Calamity.

Sorry.

So Calamity Emeraldsword will be joining me for this blog post.

Hi.

Her problem is that things have to go in order. Like 1 2 3. Not 1 2 4.

You're evil.

I was explaining why you're freaking out. I'm not evil. You're weird.

So is Nathan.

They're all weird.

So it wasn't a coincidence that I'm Life and Ice, and he's Death and Fire?

Actually, no I did do that on purpose.
For people who didn't notice it, Calamity is the Chrons of Life and Ice and Nathan is of Death and Fire. The opposites.

I knew you did that on purpose.

Nathan, you're not the guest right now. Get out. Okay, moving on...!

Do I get to be in the post?

No! It's Calamity's turn. Get out Alric!

Sorry.

* sigh * Okay, so while I'm in Italy and Greece-

Without us.

Shush. While I'm in Italy and Greece these three will be taking over the blog.
Guys, try not to blow anything up, okay?

Hey, if I do blow something up it's not my fault. I've been trying to come up with a really awesome ninja skill with my second in fire and if I end up making a big explosion you can blame yourself for giving me super awesome mega powers in fire.

You're not a ninja. You're ninja skills are zero. If you were a ninja you'd already be a ninja. I'm on the third to last part. Little late to give you ninja skills.

So?

YOU'RE NOT A NINJA!!

Suit yourself.

Can I be Chuck Norris?

No one is a ninja. No one is Chuck Norris. Don't make me write up some strict teacher to keep an eye on you guys.Cause I can easily do that.
Anyway, now that these guys have (kinda) stopped talking I'll give you a quick lay down of the schedule.
Today I'm getting on a bus and taking a four hour drive down to the airport (cause it's in a different state) and then taking a night flight over to London where I'll hang out for two hours.

Drink some tea for me.

Fine.

And eat a muffin.

Alright.

And a-

Scone, I know.

Yay!

Then over to Italy and straight to the Vatican City.
Busy, busy, busy, day.
And that's all happening tomorrow.
Sure, I'm leaving today but I'm not getting there till tomorrow. It's a really weird concept.

It is.

You're not supposed to be here.

I know.

Shoo.

Okay.

Calamity, Alric, and Nathan will do their best to post everyday with news of meh trip. Not all the hotels have wifi so I'll miss a couple days. But otherwise you guys should be kept up to date! My mom also wants me to post so that other people we know can read what's going on.
I hope these three don't scare them off...
Anyway, that's pretty much all there is to it.
Wish me luck!

Good luck!

Good luck.

Good luck?

Not you guys.

I thought not.

...worried...
Laterz!
~Emma

I wanna sign too! (So do the others).

Fine.

- Calamity Emeraldsword
- Nathan Deathblade
- Alric Flame

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

2 more days

So I'm Edgar Allan Poe. For history class (Cori, don't laugh).

It's pretty awesome.

Yeah, the crazy poet who was drunk half his life. I mean, his poems might be depressing but they're actually pretty cool.

The Raven for instance.
Long for sure.
But still pretty cool.

Honestly, I don't know what to write here. You won't be seeing anymore SoS because I have no time to write. I'll be packing all of this evening. Then school. Then a trip meeting. Then the Edgar Allan Poe thing (it's called Meeting of the Minds).

Then I'm leaving.

And I'm not bringing a computer.

I'll write, obviously. But I'll be too lazy to type it up. Besides, I always leave out details when I write by hand. Has anyone else noticed that when typing you add more detail?

Well, I had a scored discussion with other people.

The max was 25 points.

I got 32.

How?

I don't know.

BONUS POINTS!!!!

:)

I know I know, why am I sharing my grade on here? This public place that millions can see and can never be erased? It's not like I'm trying to brag or anything. Just trying to talk about something. It's small anyway. I'm not about to go talking about the deal with my parents which my dad calls the "Insentive Program".

Did I spell that right?

I bet I didn't.

Oh well.

But I manage to fulfill my end of the deal, and my parents theirs, then I'll tell you.

Believe me, I'll tell you.

I'd be too crazy not to.

Actually I'll be so crazy that I'll HAVE to.

:)

I feel like there was a picture I wanted to post up here.

Let me go check...

Ahh yes, I remember now.


:)

Check out my web brouser theme.
Epic right?

Anyway, school is almost over and I'm history class (Cori... stop laughing) so I better wrap this up.

Laterz!
~Emma

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

3 more days

So that countdown is getting pretty low. I mean REALLY low. Crazy right?

Anyway, sorry if you can't read all of the last post because the post box was lagging and it kept deleting a bunch of the text. So, I had more to say but I couldn't say it.

So I'll say it here.

Problem solved!

I was going to give a little heads up about a contest that I might hold. A small one with lame prizes, not to lessen your enthusiasm or anything. It's probably be something from the crown shop, something cool, don't worry.
:)

Anyway, it'd have something to do with art or writing. But don't go drawing/writing away yet! I haven't told you anything!! It'd have something to do with School of Shadow. I would prefer to do something for Generation WizBot but you guys have only seen parts 1 - 3. So that wouldn't really work out.

I came up with the idea while I was on the hammock. Goodness I love that thing. It was such nice weather too. Anyway, I was attempting to draw Suri but my creative juices just weren't flowing.

Then I have the idea: how do the readers picture Suri?

I haven't really given any physical descriptions of any of the characters. Did you know Calamity had green hair? Yeah, I never said that. Alric is a blonde (I think I did say that), and Nathan has the common Necromancer black hair. And Suri's is red. Never said that. Ever.

Pitiful.

Again: don't go drawing yet!! I don't even know if I'm going to do this!! Yield! Halt! Freeze!

Okay, so that's what's on my mind.

If I do hold a contest it'd be in May. Sometime in May. Hey, my birthday's in May. Though near the end. Oh well, a month away. But still getting close!

Anyway, chapter eight has gone nowhere since yesterday. I've typed all of 20 words. Actually, more like chapter eight part one. Cause that's really what it is.

So, I guess that's really just a heads up!

Laterz!
~Emma

Monday, April 16, 2012

4 more days

NOTE: BLOGGER IS SCREWING ME UP!!! THE POST KEEPS DISAPPEARING. I'M FIXING IT AGAIN, AND IF IT DECIDES TO DELETE EVERYTHING THEN THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONAL PROBLEM!! SORRY GUYS, BUT THIS IS GETTING ANNOYING, SO... YEAH. SORRY AGAIN!!

So I have a nice, funny, little, comical relief for ya from SoS. Calamity Emeraldsword, introduced in the last chapter I think, has OCD. And I mean major OCD. We're talking the meaning-of-life kind of OCD here.

Yup.

Anywho, here's chapter seven.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Seven – the metal of destiny
Great,” I mutter. I look around as does Calamity. We were in a field. A field of swaying green grass that tumbled over hills for infinity. A cloudy sky was above us and a warm breeze blew.
Where are we?” asks Calamity sounding scared.
Well before I answer that how about I say an obvious statement: you are an idiot. Now to answer your question we are in a Place of Nowhere.”
How can we be nowhere?” she asks.
Well, basically this is a pocket in the universe of Nowhere. Where you are in all term simply... nowhere.”
What about Alric and Nathan?”
Oh, they’re probably still staring down into the hole in the ground where we fell and will be until we find the voice and then we break something.”
Voice? Break something?”
Well, in every place of Nowhere I’ve been in there’s a voice. Turns out the voice belongs to Esmerelda Silverwillow, who used the Rose of Interchange one too many times and ended up here and is trapped for infinity. She became the Voice of Unspoken Truth and she answers out dying questions. Then she leaves. Then we, commonly I, break something and we’re out.”
Silverwillow?” Calamity frowns. “Wasn’t Silverwillow that guy who started the Era of Darkness? The fires, the famine, and finally the plague? Hence how I died.”
I nod. “Well... yeah. Basically. And I supposed that he’s the one behind the fires that happens not two hours ago in Wizard City.”
More fires?” Calamity explodes, sounding scared out of her mind.
Yeah. Fires,” I say, thinking back. “That’s why me and Alric went to Nathan’s. It was actually more like meteorites. Or pyroclastics from a volcano.”
Oh. So next is famine huh.”
Yup.”
We look around. The breeze makes Calamity’s blond hair fly behind her while mine is being whisked up like a blender.
Let’s start walking,” I say. She nods and we start in the direction where our hair is not in our faces.
Soon we come to a large gray boulder in the middle of the field.
I know this is it.
And as if one cue a soft voice resonates through the air. “Welcome again, Suri. And Calamity Emeraldsword. Due to your past visits I believe that this is the Chrons of Life and Ice?”
It hadn’t even crossed my mind. “I supposed,” I say shrugging. I turn to Calamity who was looking complete and utterly confused. “Nice one. I knew it was a good idea when to get you stuck in the in between world.”
She stares at me. “What?”
I am the Voice of Unspoken Truths. Calamity, you are a Chrons, a wizard with magical talents in two schools rather than one. And those two schools are Life and Ice. A Thaumagist of Lifice.”
And Alric is Myth and Balance. And Nathan is Death and Fire,” I add.
And are you one two?” she asks.
I nod. “Er... Storm. My second school is yet to be found.”
Suri... as the Voice of–”
Unspoken Truths I know. And let’s keep the truths unspoken. So.”
A silence. “Alright. But beware, your time is coming soon. As there will not be famine. The fires are ending now. No famine, now there is the plague.”
Calamity swears. “But at least there will still be food for the sick. That’s what gave us the plague last time: there wasn’t much food.”
I grimace. Thank goodness I had been living on earth during that time. No wait, this was before I was born. Or when I was very young. Yes... the era had been ten years ago. I would’ve been five.
Something stirs at the back of my mind. A memory from earth. What memory? What was it? A name. It was a name. Who’s name?
You okay?” Calamity asks.
I look over at her. “Someone’s name. Someone important. I’ve forgotten their name.”
Aww, that’s too bad,” she says, acting sympathetic, though she really wasn’t.
I try to think. What name was it? Who’s name? Why couldn’t I remember it?
It is odd,” says the voice softly. “I have never met a wizard from the realm of ‘earth’, and yet you seem to be forgetting memories from it. Why would that be?”
No,” I say. “I knew their name. I knew at one time. But I’ve forgotten it. I forget it a long time ago when...” I trail off. I couldn’t remember when. Otherwise I would remember.
Oh well,” I say, looking up. “I guess it doesn’t matter. Not like I’m going back there anyways.”
Wait,” says the voice. “Something is wrong in the Spiral. I can feel it.”
What do you feel?” asks Calamity.
I nod. I could feel it too. A slight unease in my spleen. No... not my spine, my spleen. Yes, the little white mushy thing in near your front. Spleen. Remember it.
Before the voice can answer Calamity interrupts with her own observation.
Hang on. I can feel it too...”
***
Nathan Deathblade and Alric Flame stared down into the giant hole in the Marlybone street. It seemed to never end, and as far as you could see was only blackness. There hadn’t been another earthquake and all was still.
You think they’re dead?” Alric asks.
Nathan shakes his head. “Nah.”
Why?”
I dunno. Nothing kills of Suri that easily. ‘Specially falling down into a bottomless crack with pointy stalactites at the bottom.”
Well there’s a lovely thought. Suri and Calamity shishcabobs. Delicious.”
Both boys laugh.
Suddenly Alric tilts his head, as though listening to something. Nathan gives him a funny look. “Something wrong?”
Shh!” Alric hisses. After a moment he says, “I think I hear something.” He looks towards Nathan’s apartment. “From your place.”
They both look over at the house, then start walking cautiously towards it. Once on the first step of the door Nathan hears it too. A soft whirring noise, as if muffled through a wall. They open the door slowly and the noise grows louder.
What the heckhound is that?” asks Alric, astounded.
In the middle of the living room was a spinning object, about a foot long. It was sliver, and as it spun it cast a sliver line of light around the walls. It seemed to be a square or a flat piece of metal, due to the way it looked while it was spinning.
It can’t be... can it?” asks Nathan. He goes a little closer to the spinning metal.
What is it?” Alric repeats.
I don’t know, I found it a few weeks ago in this strange place with disappearing doors. It’s got all these intended symbols on them. I can’t read them though.”
Can’t read them now either,” mutters Alric. “I would’ve liked to look at them.”
Well you can. I made rubbing's of them.
Can you show me?”
Sure. They’re in my room.”
Alric followed Nathan up the stairs to his room where the whirring dulled. Nathan turned on the electric light, courtesy of the Marlybone home. He shuffled through some papers before pulling out a larger one with rubbing marks on them. He handed it to Alric. “This is the best on I got. And don’t bother looking in books, couldn’t find anything.
Alric looked the marks over. They made no sense. Not a shred of familiarity came to him. It was like an alien language.
Suddenly there was a soft shaking. Another earthquake was happening. A small one, perhaps classified as a tremor. It lasted about 25 seconds and nothing seemed to come from it save the loud thump that sounded from downstairs.
The whirring continued.
Nathan and Alric give each other looks before heading downstairs to see what the thump could’ve been caused by. They see Suri’s bag on the floor next to the table. It must’ve fallen off. A few things had spilled out. Namely a quill, parchment, an ink well, and small sheets of paper with thick writing on them.
Alric picked on up. “‘The Age of the Solarology Compass’,” he reads. “What’s a Solarology Compass?”

Nathan shrugs. “‘Mask of the Nearlion’. What is this stuff?”
Alric reaches into Suri’s bag (something he never would have done otherwise if he had not seen papers with such strange titles on them). Out came another few handfuls of papers as well as a thick book binding. All the pages seemed to have fallen out of the book.
That looks like an old book,” says Nathan. “What’s the title.
Alric holds it out so Nathan can see. The Invisible Box.
What’s an Invisible Box?” asks Nathan.
I’ve heard of it. It’s a box that is, as said, invisible. And infinite. You can put things in it and no one will ever find it. Of course, you can’t lose it either. No one knows where it is now of course.”
And Other Strange Objects Unknown to Wizards,” Nathan reads the subtitle. “What other strange objects?”
You mean like the Metal of destiny?” asks Alric smugly. He holds up a page.

The Metal of Destiny
There are such places in the universe known as Places of Nowhere. Pockets of nowhere where there is, to put simply, nothing. Each Place of Nowhere has a name, and the one that makes the Metal of Destiny is called Anvilthorn. In this never ending place of hallways, and changing doors there are two people who forge metal with one’s destiny on it. With the use of special magic that allows them to shape the climatic events of someone’s life. Next to no one has ever been in this Place of Nowhere, in fact almost no one goes into Place’s of Nowhere. It is merely by chance. Usually people who fall into Place’s of Nowhere have a very special destiny, shaped by the people who make the destiny’s. The destiny’s are written on what’s called the Metal of Destiny.’

Place’s of Nowhere? That’s where I was with Suri when I became the Chrons of Myth and Balance,” says Alric.
Yeah. And when I became Death and Fire. Hey, there’s something on the back.”
Alric flips the page over. Indeed, there was more writing on the Metal of Destiny on the back. They continue to read.

One cannot read the destiny written on the metal. They can only read it if the metal so chooses. Very few have ever had their destiny read.
If you are a lucky one to see your Metal of Destiny spinning, then you must read it before it slows down. This can be accomplished in three easy steps.
1) Find a blank sheet of paper. Hold it length wise.
2) Hold it up so the line of sliver light from the Metal of Destiny crosses through it’s center.
3) Step forward or back up until the words are legible. Read your destiny.
Once your destiny has been read the metal with either turn to ash or fall to the ground.’

The reading ended.
You think that’s a destiny metal?” asks Alric.
Nathan shrugs. “Only one way to find out.” He grabs a spare piece of parchment from the table and holds it up the spinning metal. The silver line crosses though it. It blurs through the paper, but fuzzy letters could be made out. Nathan takes a step back and they become clearer. Another step back and they’re even more clear.
Soon, after several steps, Nathan reads what appears on the paper.
Four wizards shall find / a darkness in their mind / following around with persistence / against the evil a resistance. Brought from a far place / they must learn not to haste / the fabric of space is worn / the Chrons of Shadow and Storm. Protector of the offender / unlikly they are the mender / the son of no liar / the Chrons of Death and Fire.”
Nathan paused. That last verse had sounded familiar. Why?
Keep reading!” urges Alric. Nathan sighs and turns back to the paper.
Met death on their birth bed / from a power of no end / the point of playful malice / the Chrons of Myth and Balance. The ice cage commanded / with a problem to be tended / from past they paid the price / the Chrons of Life and Ice.”
Now Nathan knew something was familiar about these poems. He had heard them before. Recently too. But where? He racked his brains for where he could have heard them.
Meanwhile Alric was saying, “Is is like a prophecy of some sort? I mean, with all the rhyming it should be something like that. But who is it about? Could it be us? I mean, I’m the Chrons of Myth and Balance. Your the Chrons of Death and Fire right? And Suri’s the one of Storm. But what’s with the Shadow? And who could Life and Ice?”
Suddenly he stops. He had just connected two and two.
Shadow,” he whispers. “Silverwillow. Hey Nathan, guess what Suri told me right before we got after we got crushed by a meteor. Athol Silverwillow was a Shadow Wizard and bringer of the first Era of Darkness. And now he’s back. And we have to stop him. But the prophecy said Suri was a Shadow Wizard, so is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Suddenly Nathan remembered. “The voice! When I became the Chrons of Death and Fire the voice there repeated those last two versus. The one about Myth and Balance, and the other about Life and Ice.”
Okay. But who’s Life and Ice? I mean, maybe it’ll just be a coincidence that we end up knowing them, like how Suri knew you and me.”
Before Nathan could respond the door opened and in walked Suri with Calamity. “Hey guys, guess what?”
***
What is it?” I ask. I could feel the disturbance in the air, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it as to what it is.
It’s a quirk. Like, OCD or something,” says Calamity. “When something is out-of-place and you want to fix it but you can’t.”
You mean like, the order is messed up or something?” I confirm. Calamity nods.
Something is supposed to go in order. One two three. But what is supposed to be going in order just skipped the order. Like it went, one two four or something. But not even that. More like one four.”
Okay, enough with the likes!” I snap. “You mean stages, don't you? Fires, famine, plague. But this just went: fires to destruction.”
Yeah, something like that.” Then she pales. “Skipped stages two and the three!?” She grits her teeth. “OCD. OCD. OCD.”
That’s not the point here!” I all but scream. “It skipped over famine and plague! What happens after the plague?”
Well, if it’s like last time then it will just end and we’ll pull ourselves together,” responds Calamity.
Yeah, well this isn’t like last time! No famine. No plague. So this time it goes fires, then straight to destruction.” I’m getting stiff. The moment is coming. The epic show down with the bad guy, Athol Silverwillow, was coming soon. How soon?
No,” whispers Calamity.
I’m afraid Suri is right, Calamity. As we speak the Spiral is being chipped away. Golem Tower collapsed. The Three Streets are gone. It’s like the Spiral is trying to destroy itself.”
But why?” Calamity asks.
Because one is corrupted for power. He tried to control it. The power he wanted most. But he failed. And now it controls him.”
What power?” I ask, afraid of the answer.
Shadow.”
Suddenly I feel like I’m breaking apart. My mental, emotional even, block against the fact that I really was a Shadow Wizard crumbled. Right then and there.
And of course since I was in a Place of Nowhere...
And something just broke...
Calamity and I were suddenly standing on the edge of the hole from the earthquake. Nathan and Alric were gone, probably back inside.
What did the voice mean, Suri?” asks Calamity. “About that Shadow power? Is it a school?”
Yeah,” I reply hoarsely. “It’s a school. And, it’s my school.”
You’re school?”
My school.”
You’re the Chrons of Storm.”
And Shadow.” I take a breath. “I didn’t want anyone to know because I myself wasn’t sure what kind of power it is.”
Well, I guess it’s okay now,” says Calamity with a smile. “I bet you Alric and Nathan are the other Chrons. That’s four of us now. Is that enough?”
A smile plays it’s way into my face. Right. All four of us were found now. “Come on. Let’s go tell the others.” I lead Calamity up to the apartment and we enter the door. The first thing I see is Nathan holding up a sheet of paper. The second thing I see is the pile of ash in the middle of the floor.
Hey guys, guess what?”
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Stupid blogger.
POST = DONE


Laterz!
~Emma

Sunday, April 15, 2012

5 more days

So today on this beautiful Sunday, I thought I'd put up a poem I wrote for a story that I never got around to writing. It's called Ghost Tears. It was about this girl who would constantly cry these tears no one could see. She could also change the color of her eyes each time she blinked. She could also summon creatures through a mirror depending on the color of her eyes. But eventually she would go blind from all the crying even though she has to use her tears to save the world.

Sometime during the story she would stumble upon this poem talking about how the last person to have the tears lost the power and how the world afterwards was like, real
ly terrible.

So here's the poem.

Enjoy!

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You can hear her
Sobbing aloud
Yes there she is
Standing proud

Her tears fall
Like a hurricane
Tearing apart
The wild plain

Shining droplets
Silver diamonds
None can be found
Upon a mountain

Look out
Fore her fire
Or you will be building
Your own pyre

There she cries
Standing alone
Her beloved gone
And no child to hold

And deep into
the darkest night
Those dreams of hers
Will never take flight

Like a button
Pushed to destruction
For her own
Persacution

So beware
The tears of lore
Or they will burn you
To your core

Once upon a time
She was alight
But never again
She'll see a sight

She'll never see
Until the end
But there's one way
Never again

"Never again!"
She declares
Inside her heart
Begins to flare

"Someone will take this
away from me.
Sooner or later
I'll finally see."

The tears begin to pour
From the fire in her heart
There will be a way
A new way to start

Once lost
Never found
Forever she'll see
On the ground

She'll never fly
It was never an option
So why is this
Part of the question?

Never seeing
She could fly
She could imagine
Imagine why

And how it
Might be like
To see a morning
A sunrise light

But now she sees
And now she knows
So darkness will
Never close

She'll never wonder
What it'd be like
If she had seen
A sun set into night

Now she's seen it
Now she knew
What else is there world?
You hold a few

To think what
It might be keen
To wonder what
You would've seen

If your eyes had been
Forever shut
That feeling you
Could never touch

Now you've gained
Both your eyes
Now you're blind
To that surprise

The one's you had
Will never return
After that lesson
What have you learned?

What the world
Would've been like
If you hadn't gone
And lost your sight?

The sight where
Your creations
Stood apart
From real life mutations
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Oh, thank goodness. It's finally over.
That was a lot to type.
And read.
;)

Also, I came up with the title for the new story, the sequel to Sos. It's called School of Aurous (aurous means gold or brightness). Just letting you know.
:)
By the way, I took that picture. Yeah, aimed the camera at the sun. Probably not the smartest of moves.

Alrighty then, that's it.

Laterz!
~Emma

Saturday, April 14, 2012

6 more days

Okay.
So I'm sick.
Again.
Surprising?
At least it's the weekend.
You know that list of stuff from the last post?
Practically none of it happened.
Because I was sick.
Still am sick.
But I'm better than yesterday.
Don't worry!
:)

Anyway, while I was feeling miserable I came up with two new stories ideas for W101. And if you're thinking right now that neither of them will ever be finished you are right. At least the first one. I kind of like the idea of the second.
The first one is called The Sultun's Promise.
It's about how Krokotopia came around and how the Mander who found it got a promise from the Sultun that he would help the Manders'. Well, now Krokotopia is under attack and the main-character-wizard-person goes and tries to find the Sultun to make him keep his promise (hence the name of the story). I'm not really sure what the events would be, but I think it would be a cool story.

The second story I came up with is kind of a sequel to SoS. It's called Spirit Angel (or something like that, I may change it to School of ---).
This is about a wizard named Rowan (she has no last name, if I ever get it up here the reason is explained in the first chapter) and her brother Liam Jadewraith (he's a pyromancer, not sure why his name is Jadewraith, but I guess it sounds cool!). Rowan isn't accepted into any school. She takes the quiz but the page shows up blank. Turns out she's in another school (not sure what one yet) and then a catastrophe is predicted and she has to stop it with Liam and etc, etc.

It's a lot like SoS in terms of having the main character have a different school. Only there's no Shadow School in this one. I might mention Suri or maybe Silverwillow at one point or another, but otherwise there's no reference. But only because of the way the book, SoS, ends. You'll see when you read it.
:)

So... that's pretty much it.
I hope it rains.
;)

Wow, this was actually a pretty short post. That's new for me!!

Laterz!
~Emma

Friday, April 13, 2012

7 more days

And voila.

So today I'll share with you a sneak peak of chapter seven (haha! 7 more days, chapter 7, cowinkidink!!).

By the way, I changed the chapter title to: the metal of destiny. Hope you don't mind.

Enjoy!!

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Nathan Deathblade and Alric Flame stared down into the giant hole in the Marlybone street. It seemed to never end, and as far as you could see was only blackness. There hadn’t been another earthquake and all was still.
You think they’re dead?” Alric asks.
Nathan shakes his head. “Nah.”
Why?”
I dunno. Nothing kills of Suri that easily. ‘Specially falling down into a bottomless crack with pointy stalactites at the bottom.”
Well there’s a lovely thought. Suri and Calamity shishcabobs. Delicious.”
Both boys laugh.
Suddenly Alric tilts his head, as though listening to something. Nathan gives him a funny look. “Something wrong?”
Shh!” Alric hisses. After a moment he says, “I think I hear something.” He looks towards Nathan’s apartment. “From your place.”
They both look over at the house, then start walking cautiously towards it. Once on the first step of the door Nathan hears it too. A soft whirring noise, as if muffled through a wall. They open the door slowly and the noise grows louder.
What the heckhound is that?” asks Alric, astounded.
In the middle of the living room was a spinning object, about a foot long. It was sliver, and as it spun it cast a sliver line of light around the walls. It seemed to be a square or a flat piece of metal, due to the way it looked while it was spinning.
It can’t be... can it?” asks Nathan. He goes a little closer to the spinning metal.
What is it?” Alric repeats.
I don’t know, I found it a few weeks ago in this strange place with disappearing doors. It’s got all these intended symbols on them. I can’t read them though.”
Can’t read them now either,” mutters Alric. “I would’ve liked to look at them.”
Well you can. I made rubbing's of them.
Can you show me?”
Sure. They’re in my room.”
Alric followed Nathan up the stairs to his room where the whirring dulled. Nathan turned on the electric light, courtesy of the Marlybone home. He shuffled through some papers before pulling out a larger one with rubbing marks on them. He handed it to Alric. “This is the best on I got. And don’t bother looking in books, couldn’t find anything.
Alric looked the marks over. They made no sense. Not a shred of familiarity came to him. It was like an alien language.
Suddenly there was a soft shaking. Another earthquake was happening. A small one, perhaps classified as a tremor. It lasted about 25 seconds and nothing seemed to come from it save the loud thump that sounded from downstairs.
The whirring continued.

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:)

I'm running out of things to say. That is sad.

Oh! I know!

My cramped schedule:
  1. I have a science and math tests on monday. So I have to study for those. (I DON'T GET FACTORING AT ALL!!)
  2. I have some history homework (lol, if Cori's read this she'll be thinking, "AGAIN!!??").
  3. I have a P.E. project due next week.
  4. I have more history homework due next week (Cori: again, really? Again?).
  5. I have to start packing for my trip (in 7 days).
  6. I should have plenty of time to do all that over the week except I have to babysit two kids (I love them though, I think I'll get my first book published because of them) ALL DAY saturday. Like from... 8 to 5 or something.
  7. Sunday will be crazy.
  8. And I'm into this really great book.
  9. ARGH!!!!
Great huh?
Oh well.

HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!!!

(Did you know that according to Sierra Winterbreeze [sorry, too lazy to get a link to her blog, but you probably already have it anyway] that there are three Friday tge 13th's and that they're all 13 weeks apart? WEIRD!!)

Oh, and I kinda fixed the '8 more days' post.
Kinda.

Laterz!
~Emma