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    Saturday, December 1, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors C13: Just A Dream

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    Chapter 13: Just A Dream
    "I've missed you....  Brother.."

              "Who said that?"

    "Its me, James.  You couldn't forget your eldest brother now could you?"

             "Where are you?"

    "I'm where I've always been..... with you.  I never left you brother..."

             " I thought you died.... back home?"

    "You kept me alive, I'm living through you now.  I'm the rage living deep inside of you.
    I'm the reason you changed.... the reason you live on today... we are one, like it or not."

            "I don't understand, James.  I thought you never liked me.  I was always mistreated.."

    "It was nothing more than jealousy, love and hate as one.  I knew you were special, 
    From the beginning."

            " I don't......"

    "Its okay if you're confused brother, you just have to live with it.  You want the power, and
    I'm going to give it to you.  We have always had something in common, our anger.  I could always see it in you, because I was just as angry.  Now we have the chance to really be one, as a family.  Just promise me you won't forget me, don't forget your home, don't forget your brothers....  I have to go now, but I will return when you need me.  "

             " James wait, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! "

    Samwell was awaken as he was shouting for his brother, Lannis and Calebb stood over him with concern.  "What did you see..."

    Sam replied.... "Nothing... it was just a dream....."




    Sunday, November 11, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors C12

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    Chapter 12: The Barbarian King

    "So.... What town is this?"  Calebb asked Lannis.  "I'm glad you asked, this is the great city of Rarehaven.  Sam, I've brought you, not only to learn, but to help find your way.  I'm an old man, and a heavy drinker, I probably don't have as much time as you.  But I will take advantage of my time, to help you achieve your ultimate goals."  Lannis said with a smile. 

    "So whats the plan, Lannis?" 

    "You're going to kill the Barbarian King...."  Lannis responded still with the same smile on his face.  

    Saturday, October 27, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors C11

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    Chapter 11: To Learn

    "I'm impressed that you killed the Wolfman, that should not have been such an easy task, especially for a boy.  But now, you've changed, you've grown, you've matured."  Uncle Lannis spoke..

    Friday, October 12, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and The Seven Shadow Warriors C10

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    Chapter 10: The Despair


    The village of Riverwood, the small community of fishers and farmers was one of the most joyful places to live in O'Leus.  Many people would come here to rest, a place to forget all of their troubles.  It was isolated.  No one around for miles.  Today, there was something different in the air, the townsfolk were all outside.... listening.  They all could here a faint cry, repeating itself over and over.  The words they were hearing didn't make any sense to them.  It was becoming louder and louder as the day passed on by.  They had saw the source  of the loud cries.  The shadowy figure stood tall, even taller than some of the surrounding trees.

    Saturday, September 29, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors

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    Chapter 9: "Too Far"

    "You're glad we're free Felix?"  Amadeus asked his brother.  "Of course I am, now its time for us to eat."  He answered.  

    "Look over that ridge, it looks like a small village.  They should have food there."

    Felix lead his brothers into the village, there was no name for this establishment, seeing how small it was.  There was farms and fresh veggies, with a lots of freshly steamed venison  waiting to be devoured.  Just how far would they go.... or how far would HE go...

    Sunday, September 16, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and The Seven Shadow Warriors:

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    Chapter 8: "Freedom"

    There was Felix, he would always be the first one awake among his brothers.... if he had gone to sleep the previous night.  He had been awake since the mysterious man approached him in the pit.  He could feel that something was different inside of him, the power was seeping out of him in the form of a rare smile.  He had stood up from his muddy slumber, and had proceeded to awake his brothers.  One by one had went to each of his six brothers and rudely nudged them out of their depression-filled sleep.  "Gather around brothers, this is for all of us."  

    Saturday, September 8, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors

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    Chapter 7: The Beheaded Saint

    "Liliana, where is that wood you promised me?  The workers need it to continue rebuilding our village."  The village elder asked.

    "I'm going out to go fetch some now?"  Liliana responded with angst.  The girl was frustrated, having her new friend just leave her...  Her thoughts consisted of nothing but the Prince.   To have  someone leave her side, after what they been through, took something away from the girl.  She had not wielded her sword since returning to her battered home, which she is helping rebuild.  Hopefully one day the village will rise from it's ashes and return to its state of once greatness.  

    Monday, August 27, 2012

    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors: Chapter 7

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    Chapter 7: The Drunken Uncle


    The air was cooler than before, delving deep beneath the skin of any person walking amongst its mist.  The bright sun had been masked by the white and grey, further cooling the air.

    Friday, August 17, 2012

    DP Book 2: Chapter 5: The Black Crow

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    The mess hall was full, dozens of peasants and hungry Prayan soldiers swarmed the place like a bunch of hungry disease-ridden rats.  The newly appointed Jarl of Praya, was scheduled to eat among the citizens for a special dinner.  The peasants had still been amazed by what they had seen months earlier with the Wolf Man getting slain.  "You think will ever see that boy again," a curious boy asked.  

    "You don't have to worry about that anymore, the new Jarl will keep us safe," a nearby woman responded.  

    "These people are so delusional.." A mysterious figure said to itself.  The masked figure was covered in black leather.  It was sitting alone, away from the mass crowd,.  
    Suddenly, a nearby guard announced that the great Jarl Elric has arrived.  12 men walked in  a straight line, 6 on the right and 6 on the left.  The Jarl was in between both group of soldiers.  His hair was the color of reddish mud, but not red.  He was a tall man, he stood above everyone in the mess hall.  He had fur draped across his wide back and shoulders, with a longsword dangling from his right hip.  "All hail the great Jarl Elric," the same guard shouted with all his breath.  Elric had begun waving his dirty palm to the mass crowds, shaking the hands of poor men and generously touching any woman ignorant enough to approach him.  The 12 men and the Jarl all sat down at the biggest table, farthest away from the shadowy figure.  The people continued to praise the bastard of a Jarl, some say that the Elric had poisoned the previous ruler, or...his father.  

    The shadowy figure shortly revealed its mouth, only to drink from it's dusty glass., then quickly masked itself once more.  A little girl had dropped her handmade doll, right near the wrapped feet of the dark figure.  Quickly asking the person to pick up her doll, the figure reached down and grabbed the dark haired doll, and gave it back to the girl.  It spoke in a soft voice, "here you go little girl..."  The little child said its thanks and quickly ran off.  The figure then spoke again to itself, "showtime!"  It quickly jumped up from its seat and flipped to a nearby guard, unsheathing a small silver blade , quickly slicing open the guard's exposed throat, causing him to fall instantly to his death.  The mess hall instantly erupted into screams of chaos and fear.  The "great" Jarl Elric ordered his guards to attack the figure.  
    The figure unmasked itself, revealing her long golden hair, and lush lips.  She had bright green eyes, similar to wild snakes.  She began to run across tables while throwing 
    sharp daggers at the 12 men rushing her.  Taking down half of the guards, she quickly dismantled the remaining 6 with a hidden short sword, cutting the feet of two, then beheading another.  The mysterious woman was a master with a short sword, the sword of the assassin.  The remaining men fell quickly, there flowing blood covered the cold ground surrounding the Jarl.  
    "I know who you are!  You're the Crow."  The Jarl screamed in fear.  

    The woman removed her outer-garments, revealing the top her ample bosom.  The black leather covered most of her body, only putting emphasis on her womanly body parts.  
    "Yes, you right.  I am the Black Crow."  The woman said while smiling.  
    The Jarl tried to desperately reach for his sword but the woman quickly thrusted her blade into the hand of the Jarl, right against the wooden table.  He cried out in angst and suffer, he tried to just yank his hand from underneath the blade, but it only opened his wound severely, the blood sprayed across his face.  
    "Fool..."
    The woman removed the blade from the table, then lunged is threw the man's chest, stopping his breath permanently.  
    The Crow removed the messy blade from the man's chest, and began to walk out of the hall.  Only stopping to give her short sword to the girl, while taking the doll.  "You don't need to be playing with dolls, but playing with knives..."


    Monday, August 13, 2012

    DP Book 2: Chapter 4: "Two Old Friends"

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    "You ever wander why it took so long for us to meet, I just feel like we make a good team.  Cal and Sam, that sounds really nice doesn't it?" Calebb asked with a bright smile across his face.  
    "Please kid, don't make me regret bringing you along with me.  Try and keep quiet..."

    Wednesday, August 1, 2012

    DP Book 2: Chapter 3: The Wallowing Loner

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    Samwell had been walking for days, through the harsh suns and dark brisk moons, he had begun walking up a steep mountain ridge, until he noticed a sobbing man.  Although it was a crying man, it wasn't The Suffering, it was someone different.  Sam was going to walk right by the poor boy, but the never-ending blubbering caused him to go to the side of the boy.  He reluctantly asked, "Whats wrong with you?"  The boy took a moment to compose himself, wiped away his tears, and stood up.  "Oh nothing its just that I'm very hungry and I haven't eaten in days, I'm not a very good hunter."  


    "Your father should have taught you how to hunt, where is he?"  Sam asked.
    "I'm afraid that would be impossible, my father is no longer here with me."


    "What happened to him."
    "Well, its kind of a short story.  I was out swimming in the lake one day, and I thought it would be fun to scare my father, so I called him out to the nearby lake.  Since we lived out in the forest by ourselves, there was a lot of places where I could hide at.  Once my dad got near the lake, I yelled at him, and frightened him.  He was startled by my loud yelp, that he fell into the river.  At that moment I learned something new about my dad, he couldn't swim... He ended up drowning in a matter of moments, that was the last time I seen my father, well, his floating body.."


    "Sorry to hear that kid?" Sam responded with a concerned look on his face.  " You must have a mom then?"


    " No my mom was burned alive in a house fire I caused when I was smaller,  it was a tragic accident, I still have nightmares about that night..."


    "It looks like you've had a bit of bad luck, to say the least..."
    Sam had begun to continue walking, but stopped immediately by the shriek of the boy.  "Hey mister, can I come with you.  I don't have anything so I won't be a burden.  I just don't know where to go at all."


    "I don't know kid, I have a lot of things to figure out, don't you have a friend you can live with?"


    The boy responded, "What's a Friend?"

    "....."

    Sam had a confused look on his face, but then turned to compassion.  "Fine you can come along , just don't get in my way.  What do they call you anyway kid, The Wallowing Loner?"


    "Oh no, my name is Calebb, and you?"


    "Samwell...."


    "Well nice to meet you Samwell, looks like I have a... a friend now...."

    Saturday, July 28, 2012

    Encyclopedia Entry#1: The Creator and The Conductor

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    The Conductor:
    The Faith Giver, it is said to be of human shape.  It was rumor that The Conductor had a secretive dwelling somewhere in O'Leus.  It has foreseen the future and knows the past.  The younger sibling of The Creator.  There was a report of a man who had seen the figure a mere 223 years, the man plead that the Conductor wore purple and gold garments that covered his entire body, and half of his faith.  He also plead that it was carrying a wand of some sort, or a stick.  Nobody believed the poor man, he wound up losing his sane, and proceeded to drown himself in a nearby river.  His body was never found, only his garments.  

    The Creator:
    The elder sibling of the Conductor, it was the first on here, on O'Leus, that is.  He was never seen, he stayed in his workshop, and created.  Nobody never really knew what he looked like until he arrived, chained from toe to torso, behind the Hooded Man back in Okyra. He wore torn up rags, and no footwear.  He was old, silver haired, not grey.  Grey symboled aging, since he was never young.  He is now a prisoner, nobody has seen him since the wedding of the King's Daughter.  

    Wednesday, July 25, 2012

    DP Book 2: Chapter 2: The Seven Brothers

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    The place known as Slaver City, home of over a thousand slaves and just a few slavers.  The city was filled with muck and dirt, wet damp roads filled the lonely city.  You could smell the despair and fear in the air, it was stronger than any other smell around. It was right in this town where I first noticed the seven brothers, all of them slaves.  There was Felix, he was the eldest of them all.  He was the most verbal as well.  There was Justus and Titus, they were very close to one another. Marcus and Marius followed them in age. Andreas followed them, and the youngest was Amadeus, he was a thinker.  The most innocent, and most brightest of the siblings.

    "How long do we have to stay in this mud pit Felix!" The youngest asked.  He did this quite often, the questions would always spew out of him.  "We're not leaving, Amadeus!  Now stop asking me.  We can never go back home, back to Karrakia.  We're nothing but slaves now!"  The seven boys were in a filthy pit with 5 others, all of them were older guys, and from the coal colored skin, they were most likely from Karrakia as well.  A masked man approached the pit, his covered face was paler than a ghosts'.  
    Every day he would point to a slave for selling, if the buyer didn't like what he or she sees, then the slave ultimately perishes.  He started to scan the mud pit, the brothers all clinching each others hands tightly.  He pointed to a nearby girl, then two guards went and secured her, bringing her to the front.  "Look at her stomach boss, she's carrying a child along for the ride."  The masked man started to laugh, the others following right along with him.  "Well, we can't sell a pregnant woman now can we?  Get rid of this one."  The masked man spoke.  "Sir, you want us to kill a woman who is carrying a child?"  The grunt seemed trepidatious in man's horrific request.
    "Do you not understand what I ask of you, or are you just being disobedient? Now do what I ask of you or I'll kill you and the wretched girl as well!"  
    "As you wish," the grunt reluctantly said.  The man approached the woman, revealed his short dagger, and quickly slit the woman's throat.  She fell over on her extruding belly, but it ultimately didn't matter, the girl was already dead.
    "We have to get out of here Felix!" His younger brothers spoke to him.  "What do you want me to do guys, I have don't have enough strength to kill all these guys.  So just sit back, our fates have been sealed by the Conductor!"
    The younger brothers crawled away from him in disappointment, Felix could fill it in the air.  They all huddled together, trying to keep themselves warm and comfortable.  Felix just sat there alone, by himself.  "Well it looks like he has given up, whenever he brings up the Conductor, its a sign that he has lost faith in himself.  I haven't heard him talk about it since..."  Justus quickly stopped what he was saying, he didn't want to bring relive the past, the pain was far to great.  The darkness of the night blanketed Slaver City, to an ever deeper somber state than it was previously in.  The air was getting colder, causing coldbumps to appear on any naked flesh in the city.  Felix had gone off to the most far part of the pit, he was alone and desperate.  A hooded figure came from the shadows, creeping its way closer to the pit.  "Its an honor to meet you Felix," a dark raspy voice spoke quietly.  "Who in the heck are you?"  Felix replied.  "You know, that isn't relevant as of right now, but what I do have for you is an interesting offer.  You seek revenge, reprisal, and retribution!  And I am hear to give you the power to fulfill your inner desires.  Are you interested boy?"  
    Felix stood up from the muck, wiped his face and gave a sinister smile back to the the mysterious man.  

    "Although I don't know who you are, I believe in what you say."  
    "Ah, you have made the right choice boy.  Your brothers will no longer look down upon you with disappointment and shame, you will have the power you deserve."
    "Give it to me already!" Felix demanded.
    "You enthusiasm warms my bitter blood."
    The hooded man revealed his hand from the shadows, a sphere of dark magic hovering right above the man's icy palm.  "Take this my eager boy, this power will grant you the power you need, your brothers will gain as well.  One last thing before I return to "where" I came from, if I ask you of a specific request, you will have to complete what I ask of you.  Do we have a deal?"
    "Looks that way...."

    Monday, July 23, 2012

    DP Book 2: Chapter 1: The Beast in the Sky

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    The Dragon Prince and the Seven Shadow Warriors


    He stood there, over the sorcerer's lifeless body.  The Prince wandered about his new friend, Liliana, she had gone back to help fight with the Spartans.  The last words of the Hooded Man were rife with threats and bold accusations.  Sam, now fully grown, from his recent transformation, looked as confident as ever.  The rain had stopped, but the sky was still dark from passing storms.  Sam had begun to traverse back the way he came, he had to get back to Liliana.  He suddenly stopped when he heard the roars from above.  There was a beast circling high above his head, roaring louder than the recent thunder strikes.  The flames of the beast spewed out of its mouth as it circled Sam's position.  The dragon started to descend closer to him, until it reached the ground beneath him.  The size of the beast was impressive, as big as the Cyclops that Sam had defeated in Athens.  It lowered its head, and started to speak in a foreign language.  The Prince listened closely to the scaly creature, as though he understood him, and he did just that.  Sam climbed on it's neck and held tightly to the rough scaly back.  It immediately flown back up into the dark sky, and started navigate toward Liliana's known position.  He quickly looked back at the courtyard, the body of the Hooded Man had vanished.


    The beast, with Sam on it's back, soared at great speeds toward the battlefield outside of Tzaria and Okyra.  There were hundreds of men walking beneath him, but none of them were Spartans.  The place was a graveyard for the Spartan warriors, none of them survived the battle.  Sam searched the graveyard far and wide for the red aurora Liliana gave off.  He suddenly spotted her tied up, on a pole.  The men were prepping to burn her alive, a death supposedly only meant for a warrior.  "LIGHT THE TORCHES" A man shouted!  
    "No!" Sam spoke to himself.  The dragon went into a deep descend, the Prince's hair flowing violently through the cold pounding air.  He jumped off the enormous dragon, in between the hundreds of warriors around him.  "Look who we have here boys, looks like we have the Prince of Dragons in our presence."  The army of men collectively broke out in snarky laughter.  The men stepped closer to Sam, "What do you plan on doing boy!  You are outnumbered."
    The man continued to mock Sam, then continued at his original plan.  "Burn the girl!"  A man lit a torch and started to approach the subdued Liliana.  Sam pulled out his sword, his shield was left behind.  "Don't make a mistake, Boy!  Do you really expect to defeat all of us?"  The men continued to laugh around Sam.  

    "Kill him."  The man spoke.  Bundles of men scrambled toward Sam's position, with their swords and bloodied spikes charging him from all angles.  They all swung their swords and weapons with killing intentions, but each one of them missed completely.  The speed of the man was too great compared to his many attackers.  They all continued to swing away for Sam's body, but sadly, continued to miss.  The Prince evaded the blows like wind during a gusty day, moving vehemently, but elegantly.  The men started to become impatient with the Prince, they started to attack him more violently.  Sam finally unsheathed his sword, and began to counter the hundreds of blows that were sent at him.  All he needed was one swipe of his sword to kill each one of The Hooded Man's men.  One by one, the men fail to the ground, with their own blood staining their garments.  Liliana, still tied up, just watched as the once friendly boy from Okyra, butchered these pitiful men.  After a few hundred men dropped from their living state, Sam walked up to the pole where Liliana was tied.  He cut the restraints from her wrists and freed her.  
    "Thanks, Sam!"  Liliana said with a smile.  She approached him closer, with a puzzling look on her face.  "You have changed drastically, what did you do to yourself?  Your hair has gotten long, and it looks golden.  You're finally taller than me as well."  Liliana pointed out.
    "I don't know what happened, it just... happened."
    There was a moment of awkward silence, as they both watched each other closely.  "So, whats your next plan, Sam.  I was thinking we could go back to Tzaria and you could help me find clean up my home.  I found a few survivors back home, and they have already started rebuilding."
    "I am leaving, I am going to find out more about where I came from and what has happened to my body.  Maybe we'll see each other again someday..."  And just like that, he turned his back on the girl, and walked away....

    Sunday, July 22, 2012

    Blog Post: Update #1: Starting Book 2

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    Hope you guys enjoyed the first book, I'll be writing and posting book 2 on monday.  I kinda rushed the first book towards the end, but thanks to the peeps who still liked the ending.  I'll also be putting up some character bio's for Liliana, Sam, and other big characters in the story.  Hope you guys enjoy the next book...  :O

    Friday, July 20, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 22: The Rage, The Hooded Man, and The Boy

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    The courtyard was just up ahead, he made it there quickly.  When he arrived a top the hill, The hooded Man was there, sitting on the King’s throne, overlooking the courtyard.  There was one other person there waiting for him as well.  
    “FINALLY, YOU’VE COME TO MEET YOUR FATE BROTHER!” JAMES SHOUTED.  “We can finally end this brother.”

    The brother jumped down from the overlooking throne, to confront Sam in person.
    “Brother, I’m so happy to see you.  Thats probably the first time I have said that.  Isn’t that funny?”  The brother erupted in laughter.  His mouth was so wide, it began to fill with the cold rain.
    The Hooded Man rose from his seat, and glided down.  His staff was already clutched in his hands.  “Finish this, my friend.  I don’t have all day.”
    The Rage grabbed his mace and approached Sam.  He swung the huge weapon at Sam’s head, but missed entirely.  “You’re faster than before brother, you’ve grown up.  Your 15 years of life has been a short one, but you have learned so much.”  The man concluded and rose his mace.
    He sent out more attacks but missing every one of them.  The Rage was slowing down, but kept attacking the boy.  He finally landed a blow on Sam’s shoulder.  The blow separated Sam’s shoulder form its original resting place.  
    The boy cried out in agony, the pain was starting to overwhelm him.  He fell to his knees, barely holding on to his sword to keep him from the ground.  
    “AH, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” CHE-AHH-KO-DEE.”  The Hooded Man shouted it out the mystical phrase, raising James off of the ground.  The rain was pounding James’ face.  “WHAT ARE YOU DOING MASTER, WE HAD A DEAL!
    “I don’t make deals with fools!”  The Hooded Man said.
    “Sam, listen to me brother.  You have to save me, but you need the Rage inside of me to defeat the Hooded Man. HURRY, I WON’T LAST MUCH LONGER!  LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND EMBRACE THE RAGE!”
    Sam accepted his brothers words.  The eyes of the boy lit up the night sky.  Sam started to chant some mysterious words.  “DRI-HAG-ZYE, DRI-HAG-ZYE!”  The chants got louder, and louder.  The boy was starting to transform into something completely different.  His short dark hair was starting to glow the color of the sun, and lengthened dramatically.  He was beginning to grow taller, the tone of his muscles were more defined than before.  His eyes no longer glowed white, they were bright red now.  The boy now stood up, grabbed his sword and walked toward the Hooded Man.  “I’ll kill you!”  The boy now man spoke.
    “So you have grown, and you have gotten taller, and your hair has changed, that doesn’t mean you can beat me!”  
    The rain continued to pour down on Sam’s face and muscular toned body.  “Lazarius, you are no more!”
    “No, this can’t be.  I feel his power still growing, what are you!”
    The sorcerer made one last attempt on Sam’s life, waving his staff high in the air.  The sorcerer sent a wave of energy toward the Prince.  The wave of energy ripped Sam’s leather armor off his body, revealing the strange markings on Sam’s chest and back.  The markings looked ancient, and not from his time.
    “The Dragonian markings, it can’t be!  I haven’t seen those markings since.  Sam interrupted Lazarius, he stabbed the sorcerer directly in his belly.  When he fell to the ground, his hood was removed from his head.  The old man was sick, he had growths and warts all over his face and neck.
    “I guess you now know my identity boy, hahaha.”  The old man started laughing hysterically.  
    “Why are you laughing?”
    “Have you forgot about my men, I sense that your precious Spartans have been obliterated, and I hope your precious female companion wasn’t there with them.  Or else she would have annihilated as well! Hahaha.  I guess in the end, I still win!”
    The Prince just stood there, hoping to himself, that its not too late...

    Thursday, July 19, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 21: The Cannibal

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    Sam sheathed his sword, and repositioned his shield back onto his back.  Liliana walked slowly up to Sam, with the rain pouring on her face.
    “Sam, I am going to stay back.  The Spartans are getting closer and I want to go back and regroup with them.  We will meet you in Okyra.  You don’t need me anymore, your strength has already surpassed my own, I just don’t know why I am necessary in this fight.”

    She hugged Sam, and retraced her steps back to the road where you could hear the battle cries of the marching army.  
    Sam continued on alone, he could see me but, it didn’t matter to him.  He has noticed me throughout this long journey, but kept his silence.  The look on his face was different, something had changed, not on the outside, but on the inside.  He started to trot towards Okyra, his home.  It wasn’t far, not for him anyway.  He was running so fast, the vultures eating their dead prey didn’t even notice a young boy running toward them at an alarming speed.
    He made it to his home, the lost land of Okyra.  There were hundreds of men outside the South Wall, men of The Hooded Man.  He snuck by them with haste, but with patience as well.  He climbed the sturdy wall easily, as a boy he scaled walls like most boys his age, and made it inside the dilapidated city with ease.  While catching his breath, he noticed the ruins that his once home was in.  His grandfathers’ small home had been completely destroyed.  He walked over to the rubble, trying to find any remains of his grandfather.  He was unlucky...
    Suddenly a voice came from the shadows, it was an eerie and scratchy voice.  “You won’t find your old man, because I killed him. Haha.” The man continued to laugh sinisterly.
    Sam turned around and noticed it was the same monster who attacked him in Tzaria.  He noticed the razor sharp teeth of beast leering at him from the inside of the things’ mouth.  
    “People call me The Cannibal.  I know who you are, my Prince, hahaha.  You know, I don’t favor that name.  I would rather be called, The Devouring, or the Consumer of Life.  Yea, that sounds a lot better than the Cannibal.  My mother would be so proud, hehehe.”  He continued to laugh for a few more seconds.  “Sorry about your grandfather, although he did taste divine.  I saved a piece of him.”  The man revealed a severed arm, and tossed it at the feet of Sam.  “I am going to visit mother, and I want her to try it.  She’s going to be so proud of me, hehehe.”

    Sam’s eyes were beginning to glow white, “Yes that is what I want to see from the Prince of Dragons!  Show me your inner rage, just like your idiotic brother.”
    Sam dropped his shield and threw it to the ground, his confidence was starting to effect his fighting style.  The beast started to move closer to Sam, his claws were starting to extend to a great length.  
    The beast sent out a devastating rush of attacks with its sharp claws, cutting Sam with each hit, but he quickly retaliated with a clean swipe on the beast’s face, creating a large gash on its’ cheek.  
    “I see you have some speed on you, kid, hehehe.” The beast said snickering.  
    They watched each other with bad intentions, Sam’s eyes were whiter than ever.  “So, are you gonna attack me or what, kid?
    Sam rushed the beast, cutting him with every blow from his sword.  The beast’s blood was different from a humans’, it had shades of green in it, instead of dark red.  

    “You’ve got some power on you kid.  Too bad I’m stronger and much faster than you.”
    The beast lunged at the boy, kicking him with his one large scaly leg.  The boy went flying back through rubble and debris.  He didn’t stay down to long, he rose up from the rubble, only getting knocked down once more when the beast clawed him right across the face.  There were four thin gashes across the cheek of the boy, blood was slowly starting to drip from his face.
    “So, the Prince does secrete blood after all.  I was wondering if you were invincible, I know, how foolish of me, hehehe.”  
    The boy stood back up, and grabbed his sword once more.  “Persistent are we? Hehehe, how sad?  You’re just like your father, the King.  Oh yes, I know him, if thats what you are thinking.  Pity you won’t get to meet him., hehehe.”  
    The claws of the beast started to extend once more, but to an even longer length than before.  “Time to finish the job, boy.  Any last requests before I gut you, then skin you, then finally consuming you, hehehe.”

    “He lunged at Sam one final time, but did not make contact.  Sam countered the beast, sending him off balance.  Then without hesitation, raised his sword high above his head, then thrusted it downward through the back of the beast.  The sword made its exit through the chest.  The dark green blood came spewing out the Cannibal, sending him face first in the wet dirt.  
    The rain was picking up, it bounced off the beast’s back gracefully.    He started to speak in a faint whisper...
    “I’ve see you’ve got me, hehehe.  You don’t have much time left kid, you’re gonna change soon, and you won’t have a choice, hehehe.  You will change just like your father, it happened to him as well.  It won’t matter anyway, The Hooded Man will have your head.  He WILL avenge me...”

    Wednesday, July 18, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 20: The Suffering

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    The two were almost in Okyra, but were interrupted in Tzaria.  The villages were empty, this place was a ghost town.  There were signs of struggles and agony everywhere, blood was the main attraction here.  Liliana was shocked at the horrible sight, she fell to the ground with tears pouring out of her large green eyes.  “I didn’t expect this, Sam,” she said quietly.  
    “Who could have done so much to my home?”

    Liliana stood up, with the help from Sam, and wiped the tears away from her face. “Thanks,” she said.
    There was somebody walking from the distance, the same figure that was at Okyra when The Hooded Man first showed up.  The man’s long dark hair swayed in the wind, while his head was still down.  You could see the tears dripping from his face, and the blood from his mace left a red trail behind him.  The sobs grew louder as he got closer to the two.  
    “I know that man Liliana, he killed my family back in Okyra.  He’s the personal hand of The Hooded Man.”  The man got closer, and the sobs grew louder.  The bright sun was beginning to fade, soon there will be rain and storms.  “WHY WILL YOU DIE, AND I STAY ALIVE!” The man screamed.  

    The man was now steps away from the two, then began to slowly speak.  “I...Its an honor to meet you boy, The Hooded Man has spoken highly of you.  Thats why he has chosen me personally, to kill you.”  The man took a long pause, while he grabbed his torso in agony and pain.  “Oh the PAIN, have you ever endured horrifying pain, boy.  I have all my life, my brother was the same way.  His arms were torn apart when he was a child, I haven’t seen him since he left me.”  He paused again, and grabbed his chest once more.
    The man was wearing a large leather cloak, that covered his back and his front.  “Can I ask you a question, boy?”
    Sam nodded while clutching his sword.  “Are you ready to DIE?  I have been ready for quite some time, but are you, is the question at hand.”
    “I’m not sure if I am, I have a lot of things to live for.” Sam replied.
    “Good answer my boy.”  The man started to smile but immediately started to frown with pain.  He grabbed his chest once more.  This time he couldn’t let go of his chest.  He fell down on one knee. The tears began to fall from his face and the sobs started to grow.  He rose off the ground, and proceeded to remove his cloak.  The man ripped of the garments and revealed his disturbing torso.  There were four metal rods jammed inside of him, two in his chest, and two in his belly.  The man rose his mace high above his head, and flung it down towards Sam.  It barely missed Sam’s head, removing strands from his dark hair.  Sam removed his shield and wielded his sword, clutching both tightly, making his knuckles turn white.  The crying man raised his mace once more and continued to swing attack the boy with great force, each time missing, and creating large craters in the ground.  
    The boy was faster than before, not flinching at the sight of a large bloodied mace swirling down at him.  The Suffering man had a lot of power, but he was blinded by pain, mindlessly swinging his mace.  The man paused, and took a step back.  He was winded, gasping for air.  While trying to catch his breath, Sam went on the offensive.  He bashed his sword into the man’s face, sending him to the ground.  Liliana began to unsheathe her swords, but was interrupted by Sam.  
    “I don’t need your help right now Lily.  I wish to fight my opponents on my own!”
    “Fine...” Liliana said with shame.
    “YOU WILL NOT WIN BOY!”  The man said while catching his breath.
    Sam continued to send out a flurry of blows with his sword and bashing shield.  The man was heavily wounded, there were cuts on his torso and back.  The rods inside him looked as though they were even more submerged in him.  

    The man countered Sam’s blows with one huge sweeping blow to the back of Sam., sending him to the ground.  The sky was darkened with every attack, the rain was starting to drizzle now.  Softening the ground with every drop of cold rain.  The boy stood up, with dirt covering his face, picked his sword back up, and went back on the offensive, knocking the sobbing man on his back several times.  Sam was confident, his posture was perfect, for the first time ever, he looked like a warrior.  Liliana stood back impressed  by how much he had grown since she had first met him.
    “You can’t win, I have you beat.”  Sam said with confidence.
    “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BOY!  THE FIGHT ISN’T OVER TILL I SAY IT IS...” The man plunged himself toward the boy with all of his remaining strength, but missed entirely, the speed of the boy just overcame whatever the man through at him.  Sam took one last swing of his sword, slicing open the man’s lower knee, with blood starting to spray out of him, the man hastily backed off, then started to speak softly.
    “It seems you are right, you have me defeated.  Oh, I don’t even feel the pain of my knee, just the same pain I have felt my whole wretched life.  My demented mother put these “THINGS” inside of me when I was just a long boy, she said it would prepare me for the “real life.”  In some ways... She was right.  Sometimes I just wish I could have a normal life, with my two other brothers.  She also damaged them as well.  She severed the arms of one, then turned the other into some sort of raging beast.  I miss the oldest...  
    Sometimes I think he’s still out there waiting for all of us, I just don’t believe that he’ll be ready for what he will see in me, and especially .... Thomas.  If you see any of them, just promise to me you won’t hurt them, on the inside, they are good brothers, and good people.”  The man started to shed tears once more, but it wasn’t from the pain that consumed him, it was from shame and remorse.  These emotions will turn any man into water.  “One other thing, boy.  My name is Tomal.  People have been calling me “THAT” name all my life.  Do me the honor of calling me by the name my father gave me, long ago.  This life will tear you apart, no matter what you do to stop it.”  The man got up, and started to limp away, only saying one more thing to the boy, “You will just have to try to save a limb or two....”

    Tuesday, July 17, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 19: The Demented Mother

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    It had been a few weeks since Sam and the girl had been walking from Greece, they were tired and hungry.  The pair decided to find a place to rest and camp.  They were far ahead of the marching Spartans so they had enough time to rest on their own.  There was a small village, west of Okyra, they had stumbled upon.  It was very quiet and only had a couple of houses.  It seemed like no one was living here, but soon noticed an old crone, tending to a dying garden.

    The old crone was minding her own business, looking at her aging daisies and roses, they were almost as old as she was.  She was a nasty looking woman.  Her tattered garments barely covered her pale spotted flesh.  Her hair was dry and grey, similar to dust.  She spotted the Sam early on, giving him nasty looks, not encouraging a long stay at her home.  
    “Excuse me miss, do you have anything to eat?  My friend and I are just passing through.”  Sam asked.
    The crone responded with disgust and aggravation, “ No, I don’t know you, get the fuck out of my village!”  She left her yard and entered her old dilapidated home.
    “What was her problem?” Sam asked.
    “I don’t know but I don’t like it at all.  Come on prince, we need food.” Liliana said with a snarky attitude.  

    Sam approached the house, and knocked on the door politely.
    The old crone reappeared from the inside of her house.  She looked irritated and tired.  Sam asked her if she had any extra food she could spare, foolishly I might add, and she gave him more swear words.
    “I have no fucking food for you imbeciles, now leave my home or else...”
    “Or else what you old crone,” Liliana responded aggressively.
    There was a brief moment of silence, then the old woman invited them inside for food, politely.  
    Sam and Liliana gave each other an odd look, and proceeded to enter the house.  The small house was cold and dank, with old silver and leather lying around.  The smell was vile, it was the first thing I noticed.  It reminded me of myself, Death.  The old lady took a lot of time moving through her house, her body seemed as though it was on its last leg.  You want some leg darling, the woman asked.  
    “Oh you have venison on hand, thanks.”
    “Oh no venison sweet heart,” the crone pulled out a small leg from the cupboard.  There was dried up blood on the limb, ... it had been there for a while.  Liliana gave Sam the same look she just gave him moments ago.
    “Come sit and enjoy this Karrakian boy with me, I had to travel all the way to Karakkai to get him but was well worth the travel.”  The crone said while nibbling on the boy’s severed leg.  “You kids ever had a boy before, you have to cook him just right, then season him to your liking.  The spiciness of a Karrakian is unrivaled.” The woman laughed sinisterly.
    The room was instantly filled with shock and horror, Liliana started to tremble, while Sam remained quiet and still.  The old woman continued to eat the human leg, calmly and with a disturbed smile on her face.  “You know children, I didn’t know who you both were at first, until you came to my door.  My son has told me all about you, about how you barely escaped his wrath at the Tzarian town.  You haven’t escaped him yet, you’re running right too him.  I thought a young boy like you would want to live a full life, not a die in my son’s mouth.”
    “Sam, we need to go now.  Okyra is not far from here and I don’t want to stay in this place a moment further.” Liliana said nudging pulling Sam’s arm.
    “Oh don’t tell me you kids have to go so soon, an old lady gets lonely around here, won’t you spend a little more time around here.  Please, I’ve never had a Tzarian girl before.  Hahahaha....”
    The two left the disturbed woman in her house, still hearing her demented laughter behind them.  “We’re almost home Sam, I hope you’re ready...”
    “I don’t think I am...” Sam replied while staring at the ground.

    Monday, July 16, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 18: The Rage is Growing

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    The two began to leave Greece, the stomping of 400 men shook the ground beneath them.  Roars of Spartan warriors filled the connecting roads and nearby cities.  A similar shadowy figure came from the forest, his hand holding the right side of his belly.  He limped in front of them, with a sinister smile across his bumpy face.  “Well well well, we meet again BROTHER.  

    The man took a deep breath of the cool night air, with the same smile still on his face.  “I told you, I would find you again.  I hear you’ve made some new friends,” the man’s ear was leaning towards the marching Spartans.  He stepped a little closer to the boy, analyzing every inch of the boy’s small body.  
    “What do you want, James?” Sam asked irritated.
    “I’ve just come to see if you’ve changed yet, no no, you’re still trying to deny your fate.  Well, you don’t have much time until the Conductor sends you your destiny.  Once, that happens my poor brother, you won’t have a choice.  Why don’t you follow the leader, I have accepted my fate, you need to do the same.  Isn’t that what family is for?” The man said with slight smirk.  He inched a little bit closer to Sam, gripping his mace a little tighter.
    “Don’t you move any closer you bastard!” Liliana shouted.
    “Ah, I see you’re still tagging along with this red-haired whore.  The last time I bedded a Tzarian whore, was quite some time ago, I might have a second chance tonight.  What do ya say brother, give away your wench for old times say.”  The man said while chuckling.
    “Lets go Liliana, NOW!”  Sam yelled.
    “You know you can’t escape me, I’ll always be with you.  AHH, the wound you gave me is still fresh.”  James took his hand off the wound, rubbing it, and making the wound open up again.
    “I love the pain, it feels my heart, and runs through my body like fresh water.  I can see that I am getting to you, boy.  You don’t like me?”  The man was right up under Sam’s nose now, wanting him to act, but Sam didn’t move an inch.  
    “Well, I see you’re not ready to accept me as a apart of you.  I have faith that you will in time though.”  The man limped back into the shadows, while laughing quietly, just enough that Sam could hear him.  
    “Are you okay, Sam.  Don’t let him get under your skin.”
    Sam responded with silence, only moving to get back on the road....

    Sunday, July 15, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 17: The Spartans

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    The two had finally arrived in Sparta, or the Land of Warriors, some might say.  There were statues of past kings, including King Leonidas I, the great leader of three hundred men.  The monument was giant, sculpted out of the finest bronze in Greece.  There was gold that represented his armor, it was the first thing you noticed on the statue, which was the first thing you noticed in Sparta.

    “I’ve never seen such a lavish place.” Sam said with a wide mouth.
    “Yeah, I know what you mean.” Liliana replied.
    They followed the road through the city, the citizens didn’t seem very welcoming.  Intimidating faces were leering at the two outsiders, children and their mothers leaving the roads and backing into their houses.  “I don’t think people were expecting to see us, Liliana.”
    “Just keep quiet, the King’s castle is just up the road.” Liliana said with haste.
    There were men everywhere, the city was predominantly male.  It was said that spartan men were more common than rodents in Okyra.  The King’s castle was surrounded with men in bronze armor with red cloaks on their backs.  The armor was smooth and the cloak was softer than a baby’s backside.  “Stop!  Who are you two.  What business do you have with the King.”  A brawny man asked with vigor.  Liliana stood in front of Sam, feeling the tension the men gave off, and feeding on it like freshly roasted venison.  
    “We’re here to speak with King Leonidas II.  We need help with a matter back home and he is the best candidate for supporting us.”
    “And what might that be little girl.”
    “I’m no girl, I’m a woman of 15 years.”  Liliana replied with confidence.  “Please let us speak with the King,” Sam stepped in and asked.

    “Ah, look who we have here.  The famous boy who slain the Wolfman of Praya.  HAHA, I’ve heard stories of what you did to that beast.  If you didn’t arrive in time, those cowardly Prayans would’ve ended up as wolf feed.” The man said with a cynical smile.  
    Then the man had an expression on his face of sudden realization, “You’re the boy who defeated the Cyclops!.  HAHA.  Men, we have a little hero on our hands.”  The men around him started to laugh and smile with approval.  “Come on, Let me introduce you to the King himself.”
    The man escorted the boy inside, with Liliana following them.  “By the way, I am Kleitus.  Spartan commander, these are my men.  We have been in many battles together, they are good men.”
    They arrived in the King’s throne room.  There were many servants, all of them were women, attending to every need of the King.  The man was a giant, standing at seven feet tall.  His muscular build was the ideal shape of any man, he was the peak of what men wanted to reach.  His armor was crafted of gold, different from his soldiers’ bronze armor, with the brightest red tunic revealing his toned legs.  His golden helmet only revealed his brown eyes, or the color of wet sand.  He noticed that his commander had brought him visitors, he proceeded in removing his helmet.  The man had a jaw you could sharpen an axe on, with short dark hair.  There was a large war wound on his left cheek.  
    “Kleitus! Who have you brought in my chamber!” The king grabbed his nearby sword, and commanded him to approach the throne.
    The tension was growing in the room rapidly, Kleitus was quieter than a rodent in a Hall of Worship.  He approached the intimidating king, not saying a word.  
    “My king, I have brought the hero of Praya, and the slayer of the Cyclops of Athens.”  Kleitus replied with angst.  
    The king suddenly erupted in a ball of laughter, “Hahahahaha!” 
    “Well, Kleitus, you have brought me a real treat today.  The slayer of the Wolfman and the Cyclops.  I see you have brought his trusty red sidekick, she must be a Tzarian.  A fairly weak people in my opinion, but hey, in any Spartans’ eye, everybody is weaker. So what do 

    I owe this honorable presence?”
    The king sat down on his ebony crafted throne, and waited for a response from his guests.  Sam finally walked forward, and began to speak, but was interrupted by the king.  He commanded one of his servants to fetch him a ripe plum.  The woman came back with a bright purple plump plum.  The king quickly started to devour the plum, only stopping to tell Sam to “SPEAK.”
    “Sir, we need your help.  Our homes have been taken from out beneath us.  Our family has been slaughtered.  The Hooded Man has taken my family away from me and is building an army of men.  Me and my friend have been traveling for a while now, and we need your support.”
    The king stopped savaging his plum, the purple juices were spilling down his chin, “What exactly are you asking for boy?”
    “We would like it if you would send some of your soldiers back home with us.  We need more people to fight along side us.  We thought that your men were the best fighters in the land.” Sam said with eagerness.
    “Let me get this straight, you want me to give you some of my men, to fight in a war that has nothing to do with Sparta?”
    Liliana stepped up to plead her case.  “Lazarius isn’t just going to stop in Okyra and Tzaria!  He will come here as well, we need to strike him while he’s still building.”
    “Fine....”
    “My king, what is your answer?” Kleitus asked.
    The king raised from his throne, and flung away the remains from the eaten plum.  “You heard me Kleitus.  Our tensions with the Athenians have been growing, we don’t need other enemies getting in our way.  We will give you 400 of our men, that will be enough to settle in opposition.  My only condition, is that when your war is over, you will fight along side me, if the Athenians make their move.  I would love the hero of Praya fighting along us Spartans.  What do you say boy?”
    Sam hastily accepted the king’s proposal.  
    “My men will leave tomorrow, we will get our weapons and armor sharpened and upgraded.  You may stay in our quarters or leave now.  That is your choice to make.  May Ares look over you while you’re fighting.”  King Leonidas II left the throne and entered his private quarters.
    Sam and Liliana left early.  They wanted to get a head start.  When they were leaving, men were already preparing to depart.
    “Good job Sam, we now have our support.  We have a chance to get our home back, from The Hooded Man.”  With all the excitement building up, she put her arm around Sam.  Smiling, she pulled it back awkwardly...

    DP Book 1: Chapter 16: "Get to Know You Better"

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    While Sparta was just up the road, Sam decided to ease the tension by asking a round of seemingly harmless questions to Liliana.
    “Hey, what was your dad like?”
    “What, Why do you want to know about my dad?”
    “I’m just trying to get to know you better,” Sam said with a smile.

    “Well, my dad was always hard on me.  He was one of the best warriors in my village and wasn’t a very nice man.  You probably learned that when you saw him.  He taught me everything I know today.”
    “What about your mom?”
    “I don’t want to talk about my mother, we never got along very well.  She was always very cruel to me and my father.  I never lived with her, just saw her from time to time.” Liliana said with discomfort.  “What about your mom, Sam?”
    “Well, she was a wench, so I never saw her that much either.  I lived with my grandpa for most of my life.  I thought the king was my father, but he’s not.  I believe the Dragon King is out there with answers to my many questions.”
    “Don’t worry, Sam.  We will find your real father.  We don’t have time to search for him now, but we will, you have to trust me.  We’ve been partners for quite a while now, and I will always help you.”
    “Thanks,” Sam replied with a smile.
    “You know back home, we Okyrians would welcome you if you’d want to visit me.  We’re not as as hostile as you Tzarians.”


    “Oh we’re okay with outsiders, its just with all the invasions we have to watch our own.” Liliana said.
    The two continued down the road discussing their own respective pasts and futures.  The Spartans awaited the two, including myself.  I’ve met one of their Kings before, stubborn fellow, he did not want to see me when I did.  He begged me to give him more time, so I did.  He told me he would be ready next time.  I gave him two more days, and at night’s last legs, I was to come for him.  So I waited until that one night, and I went to find him.  The air was brisker than usual, the hyenas laughter ran through the sky.  I found him in his home, having dinner with his wife and son.  I called him out so we could go, of course he wasn’t ready.  He asked for more time once more, but I denied him this.  His family came outside and discovered me.  I told them that it was time for your dad to go, and you will see him soon.  They did not want me to take him, sobbing and crying hysterically.  I hated this scene, so I made them a deal.  I told them that I would trade this man’s life for another.  I stuck out my cold barren hand, waiting for an answer.  I stood there for about a minute then I finally got my body.  The wife had stabbed the poor bastard with a butcher knife, that was just used to cut the man’s dinner.  He laid there dying while his wife was shaking my hand.  I took the man, while his wife and son entered the house again.  The fool thought he would be okay with Death, truth is, nobody can.  You just have to try, even though you’ll fail miserably, its a little easier to accept it when you do.  I guess the moral of this story is, never turn your back on your wife, because she might be carrying a knife....

    Saturday, July 14, 2012

    DP Book 1: Chapter 15: "The Cyclops is Coming"

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    The city of Athens was their first stop, the city was known for its great people.  It is said that the great god Zeus was seen here, in his human form.  I have never seen the man before, but I would like too.  A man with that amount of power intrigues me.  The city looked different from the last time I was here, the place had been tattered and worn down.  It seems like there had been constant battles here...

    There were people in the many alleyways, stricken with fear from something or someone...  “Who might you two be?” A man from the shadows asked.  “We’re just passing by, we aren’t staying very long.  Our business is in Sparta.”
    “Sparta!  What business do you have with those savages.”
    “We need the help of their army.”
    “Haha, with that King, HA!  King Leonidas II is just as stubborn as his father.  That imbecile tried to oppose the great Xerxes, and died foolishly.  Well, if you want to test your luck, go on.  Sparta is a quite a walk from here.”  The man vanished back into the shadows.  
    The two began to explore the city of Athens.  The dilapidated houses caught the eye of Sam.  “Whats wrong with their homes, it looks like they’ve been attacked by something.”
    “I don’t know Sam, lets keep moving.  I have to get something to eat, maybe some fresh roasted venison.”

    “You must like your venison.”
    “THE CYCLOPS IS COMING! THE CYCLOPS IS COMING!  FIND YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS AND HIDE THEM.”
    The ground began to tremble and shake, with every step the giant made.  “Sam get out of the way!  We can’t compete with a Titan.”
    Liliana stood by the nearby alley, off the street.  Sam just stood there in the street.  There were people running by him, trying to get inside.  “I thought you were a born fighter Lily.  These people need our help.”
    “Hey, we Tzarians know who or what to fight.  We aren’t in Tzaria anymore.  This is Greece, the home of freaks, and giants.”
    The Cyclops stood up as high as the tallest building.  The bulging belly of the beast resembled waves of the East ocean.  His feet were the size of a man, and yet, the boy stood there.  The giant beast approached Sam, and leaned down to ogle the boy.  The giant eye examined him, the beast then started to laugh.  “Haha, Haha, you stand my way little man.  Why?”
    “You won’t be hurting anymore people giant!”
    “You expect to stop me.  I am a Titan.  The enemy of the gods.  I don’t even know who you are BOY!  How do you expect to beat me.  Look at me, you are nothing more than a rodent in my eyes.  I just have to give you a little squash!”
    ....Sam said nothing.
    “Haha, I like you boy!  I’ve decided to not to crush, but too keep you as a pet.  I get lonely in my cave.  I would love to keep a nice rodent for amusement.”
    The Cyclops reached out his hand to grab Sam, but was cut by the edge of Sam’s sword.  “Ah, you little pest!”
    He reacted by flinging his hand at Sam, sending him back through the sky. He crashed on a wall made from stone.  Blood was starting to trickle down his spine.  He stood back up, sword and shield still in hand.  He charged the giant again, The Cyclops balled up his hand, and sent a vicious punch down at the ground.  The titan’s attack made the ground shake, it made the ground mimic the ocean’s great waves.  Sam dodged the blow, and proceeded to run up the beast’s arm.  
    “Haha, I’ll crush you like a beetle, boy!”
    He grabbed Sam with his left arm, clutching the boy’s body with great power.  
    “I thought you were fast, I’ve got you now.  Well, now that I have you closer to my eye, you don’t look like a fighter too me.  Now, your redheaded friend over there, she’s a real fighter.  You’re just a little rodent.  I’m going to squeeze the life out of you...”
    The hands started to get tighter, the giant was bearing down on the boy.  The sounds of screaming began to fill the city streets, there was blood coming through the gaps of the giant’s hands.  


    “Haha, I can feel you bones starting to dwindle boy.  Not much longer now before you crack.”
    “You’ve already lost giant.  I had to get you focused on me, so that my friend could line up a shot on you.”
    “HA!  You think I wasn’t watching your red friend.  She is still behind the alley cowering like the child she is.”
    Liliana had not moved from the spot.  Her fear of the giant had overcame her.  The sight of Liliana backing down from an opponent was a rare one indeed. 
    “Haha, the sight of me always petrifies even the strongest of warriors.  Now are you the strongest, or are you the foolishest?” The giant asked.
    “Come on Sam, I have to break through,” Sam muttered to himself.
    “Any last words boy?”.....
    The glowing white had returned...  It blinded the giant’s only eye.  “Ahhh, what is happening?  I can’t see!  You pulled a cheap trick on me.”  Sam then shouted out in the unknown language I haven’t since the dying dragon...
    DELA-SHALA-SCHOME-DELE!” He broke free from the tightened grip of The Cyclops.  As soon as the beast let go, Sam stopped the fall by thrusting his blade into the palm of the giant.
    Now hollering out in pain, the giant began to fling his hand around like he was trying to swat a beetle away.  He wanted the sword out of his hand, but Sam was still hanging on by the sturdy handle.  The handle was slippery from blood from both of them, still dripping through Sam’s blistered fingers.  Eyes still white, he recovered his blade from the giants hand, while still being able to hang on. “I still can’t see.  I know you’re on me, I can feel your tiny rodent feel tapping on my skin.”
    The giant was right, Sam was running up his arm.  He stabbed the beast again in his shoulder, but it was mostly bone.  The sword sent back a violent recoil that shook Sam like an Okyrian belly dancer.  The loud agonized filled screams of the Cyclops were ear-shattering.
    “Beaten by a BOY?  Never!” The giant screamed.
    Sam had recovered and made one last lunge, he was going for the only eye the giant had.  His grip of the sword could not have gotten any tighter, his knuckles were beginning to turn white.  The boy had made contact with the eye, barely piercing the eye, Sam shoved the sharp blade even further inside of it.  There was a fountain of blood that secreted from the wound, and it had covered Sam’s entire body.  The beast’s legs began to wobble, back and forth, side to side, until it fell dead in the street.  Sam was knocked off on impact, still soaked from the blood bath the beast gave him involuntarily.  He stood up, still trying to catch his breath.  Liliana came from the nearby alley, with other citizens emerging from there homes to witness the good news. 
    “The wolf-slayer has slain the Cyclops!”  We are free from his tyranny.” One woman shouted to the townsfolk.  


    The many persons crowed around Sam, thanking him and giving him blessings.  The children were giving him hugs and pieces of honey treats.  Liliana stood back and watched, she was shamed.  Her people’s pride was their biggest fault.  She regretted not helping out the boy fight the beast, her fear had taken control of her.  She grabbed Sam from the huge crowd of people, and pulled him aside.
    “We must get going, Sparta isn’t far from here.  Don’t forget why we are here in the first place!  The Hooded Man is still killing people back home.  We need the Spartans help to take back control of our land.  No more helping people out!  Do you know how much time we have wasted helping these fools out!  Now lets go.”
    “Liliana, are you upset?  I know we are in a hurry, but these people need our help.  I can’t just walk away from them.”  Sam said with vigor.  
    “Yes, we are in a hurry, and everybody we meet doesn’t need our help.  You cant’t save everybody.  Didn’t that chained man teach you anything, you aren’t the only one who has a sword.”
    The two began to exit the city.  Sparta was right around the way...