In a world of magic...
Long before i was born, Wars of Mages brought lots of sorrow. Then those Mages who were left concluded a peace. They swore to wash away their guilt by bringing happiness to mere mortals and making their inmost wishes come true. Since they had lived in the Soaring Castle. It is their job to ensure all mortals happiness. And I am one of them.
I’ve been an outcast all my life. The elder sorcerers tried not to notice me; those who were the same age despised me openly by calling me half-blooded after my father had gone expelled. Does the fact that my mother was a common women have to mean that I am a monster?
I don’t have a family or friends anymore, that is why i have devoted my life to studying magic. I had to work hard and it was just owing to my diligence and discipline that I could to through the whole process of studying. And now I should prove that I also have a right to be among them.
Today, Archimagician proclaimed that he is looking for a successor. Anyone can participate in a contest that will start in tree days. To win this contest, you must gather 4 ancient relics. Igness, the prettiest and best sorcerer in the land did not lose her chance to mock at me and proposed me as a participant. I was so lost that I could not say anything back.
What do I do now? Among all these powerful sorcerers I will be a laughing-stock. Probably I should turn down this proposal tomorrow.
While i was not home, my house was invaded by a stranger. He walked in, made himself at home, sat down in front of the table while his face was covered by a mysterious hood. The stranger told me I should take part in the contest and he promised to help me.
He took out a map and pointed at a place where on...
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... his face for a split second...I finally knew who he was.
The strange in a hood was Richard.
As my father and I went into town to fight off more misery for the mortals, there was a cloud that we have been fighting off for two days, but it still returns. Exhausted, I was ready to drop, but the cloud continued to grow. Covering town after town. When it seemed to me that it was hopeless, I saw a bright blue spot in the sky. From cloud to could, they were finally clearing up.
The hardest part was closing the box. The box that took us to our world, our home. It has to be closed to ensure happiness for everyone, forever. Near it, everyone felt so miserable that even powerful sorcerers were sobbing and sank into the ground unable to come closer to it. It was only me and Archimagician who managed to come close enough to shut the box’s cover forever.
According to Merriam Webster’s dictionary, a monster is a “strange or horrible imaginary creature”. But monsters don’t necessarily need to be fictional; even humans can be monsters. The only thing that distinguishes us from fictional monsters are our appearances, human-monsters are hard to detect. Therefore, it’s easy to treat people based on their appearances since the human mind gets deceived by looks.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled ...
Then the Sky Spirit took his walking stick, stepped from a cloud to the peak, and walked down to the mountain. When he was about halfway to the valley below, he began to put his finger to the ground here and there, here and there. Wherever his finger touched, a tree grew. The snow melted in his footsteps, and the water ran down in rivers.
The drops of water tickled my nose for the first time as the golden sun threatened to tear into the gloomy, pillow-like clouds. Why would the government keep us from this? The weather control prevented rain, snow, or any weather without fail for one hundred years. For some reason, the rain help me feel at peace. I marched downstairs and out the door in my government issued night clothes toward my best friend, Wren’s, house. On the way there I heard a muffled cry near the bushes, behind her house. The leaves cracked and rattled as Wren threw a ball of paper at me.
We continued down the infinitely long interstate towards our destination. Thunder clouds continued to rumble in, like an ocean tide rolling closer and closer to the beach front. Within minutes the entire landscape was calm and dark. It looked like a total eclipse of the sun, and the once ...
Through my tired eyes, I observed a feathery white cloud float across the sky and obscure the radiant sun. We were almost home and I could not get the haunting thoughts out of my head.
To tell you anything about this game, we must start from the beginning. It all started with a war. It was a war between humans and monsters. The humans wanted the monster’s land so they could expand and own everywhere. It is never told where this story takes place, but I have been told to assume it is in the Rockies. The monsters lost the war and were forced back into a mountain, where they were sealed away forever. Anyone could get in, but no one could get out. It was told there was a need for seven human souls in order to break the spell, and all the souls of the monsters in the underground and ruins would only equal to one soul. The humans had something the monsters didn’t, a thing called, “Determination”. Years passed and the underground evolved, making an entire world beneath the earth.
I was woke up to a banging at my door. A glimpse at the alarm clock told me it was 7:00 in the morning and I knew exactly who it was banging at my door. Disgruntled and half asleep I stumbled to the door to open it.
A storm brewed fiercely, bearing more rain than he had ever seen. The dark, stygian clouds congregated in menacing fashion. Staying inside seemed safe enough; yet the next day, when going outside to fetch water from the river as usual, someone was yelling from the market. The woman, or at least it sounded like a woman, was complaining about how her house was invaded by a strange man. The only things she could recall about him were his piercing purple eyes and a large golden stick with branches. As he filled the bucket, he overheard the woman wailing on that the man asked her where “it” was, “Where is it? Answer me will you, where is it?” She recalled, also adding she had almost fainted until he left, saying “The king will hear about this you know. May the skies have mercy upon you! Upon you all!” Addressing the crowd, she said she didn’t, and still does not know what “it” was that he was talking about and feared that he brought the storm, as it began shortly after his visit, assailing into the early morning and ceasing around sunrise.
“His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips,” would be classified as a monster.
Uninterrupted, I felt like floating all night. Just before the light of the day presented itself, I was staring from the terrace of the plaza that housed the temple and its stupa at the visible dense fog below that was pierced by the sporadic lights of the village that was waking up. While the day made its timid, slow entrance, the dissipating fog revealed the roofs of the houses below and the chanting inhabitants, who were walking up the 365 steps. Their voices gradually grew louder step by step until it reached and permeated the square where I was temporarily residing.
This will be an experience I could never forget! The fields below were like a crazy quilts, patches of; green, yellow, reddish, and brown spreading as far one can see. The sky is a vibrant blue color, so beautiful and crisp. The fluffy white clouds are scattered across the blue sky, they are so close now that I feel as if I can just reach out and touch one.
The drive from the airport to the funeral home was long. At one point, the sky opened up and warm rain poured down. With the wipers endlessly brushing at the drops, we drove up to the funeral home. In the darkness it looked like a...
We stopped at an overnight rest area 40 kilometres past Longreach and set up camp for the stormy night to come. While we were waiting for dinner to be cooked a few of us stood around the fire watching the huge black clouds rumbling in. Blinding, flashing, terrifying bolts of light dancing across the sky like a frenzy of fish. Lightning. The whole sky lights up and for a few brief moments it appears day.
To each individual the term monster has a diverse meaning. For some, the word represents a creature with immense fangs or long coarse hair. For others, the word monster could resemble a terrible person who commits horrific acts of crime, or even just someone who is rude towards others. More often than not, the image that the word creates is a frightening figure with characteristics that are not thought of as normal. In the Oxford Dictionary, a monster is described as “a large, ugly, and frightening imaginary creature.” Individuals seen as these horrific creatures, are judged more harshly on their appearances than how they behave towards others. If it is ugly or scary, then it is thought that it must be a monster.