tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92104904543069085182024-02-20T11:29:20.671-08:00VisualatorTheVisualatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07791206414253765860noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210490454306908518.post-29014615999103078092011-07-21T20:42:00.000-07:002011-07-21T20:42:34.617-07:00Forever Alone Origins<title></title> <style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1">Lots of years have passed... I am still here... forever kept away... deep within the earth... forever.... alone.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">This is the real story/origin of forever alone.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">The end</span></div>Joshua Leong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999815493889045483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210490454306908518.post-54202560725412834052011-07-21T20:34:00.001-07:002011-07-21T20:34:31.528-07:00Zora Chapter1(v1)<title></title> <style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1"></span>ZORA</div><div class="p2"><span class="s1">Chapters:<br />
Prologue</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1">Zora</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s2">P</span><span class="s1">rologue</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1">It is said that there are lines of power, running beneath the earth. Some believe that this saying is a myth, a paradox, a superstition, etc. There are even stories and cult books about these Phenomenon. </span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1">I for one, am no difference, all of my believes are based on theories and such. Thus, I did not believe that such things were true. I believed that what those superstitious people thought were lines of power, I deduced them to be the magnetic field of the earth.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"> At first, one would think that the thing that sat on my swing was human... But It wasn’t. It sat on my swing, that thing, sat on its hind legs. It was so light, that the occasional breeze would swing the swing. Then it turned around, I saw the brilliance of its dainty face then, I fell unconscious. For what felt like an eternity I felt as if I was falling through...</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s2">C</span><span class="s1">hapter 1</span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1">Zora</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"> “Augh, my head.” I sat up just to hit my head another time. “Ow. What the hell?” I said, staring up at the surface I had hit. What can this be? I thought, running my fingers along the glowing blue surface. “Hmm...” I took out a coin from my pocket, just to see it fly out of my hands and levitate in the middle of the room. “Magnetic Force?” I stared as the coin spun in the air, an endless loop. “Could this be, the Power Lines?” I stared at the blue surface. I searched this new-found surface just to come to a dead end. After searching for a long while, I finally found a shard of this new material, which I called M.F.u.O(M-Fu-O) which is short form for “Magnetic Flow unObtanium”. “Hmm... Oh yes, what is that light?” I crawled cautiously towards the light, squinting, as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. Ah! A opening, time to get out from this...Ugh” I couldn’t push my way out from my “cage”. After trying for quite a long time, I managed to push himself just a few centimeters out of the cage. “What’s the use, even if I have found this new material, I can’t share it with anyone.” I took a hard swing at the nearest wall and was greeted with a gush of red liquid. “Shit-” i said as I suddenly noticed a nearby rat with crystal shards on its back, run through the exit. “Hm...” I took a shard-flint and gripped it tightly in my hand as I crawled towards the exit. “Yes!” I screamed with delight as my arm went through the opening, I could see a blue mist being emitted as the shield was temporarily repelled.</span></div></div>Joshua Leong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999815493889045483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210490454306908518.post-17223447190842275452011-06-27T21:58:00.000-07:002011-06-28T21:57:03.779-07:00SouBlade(Aviant) by Joshua Leong (Chapter 2)<title></title> <style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1">Chapter 2:</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">Victorique</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> On the elemental city of Iye-ron(Mid-Night)</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> “Whahahaha...” The extremely-loud echo of laughter coming from a rundown tavern in the eastern side of the city woke up all the residents within a 1kilometer radius. “Sigh... Another drunkard, irritating bastards...” Levian cursed softly at his open window. The night was cool with the northern breeze, flowing through the city. All of a sudden, the silent night was broken by piercing scream but Levian wasn’t surprised at all since the city was plagued by one murder on the first of each year. “Sigh, tomorrows another-” Before Levian could finish the sentence, a dozen or so, screams filled the air, followed by a bright light filled the atmosphere and Levian had to squint his green eyes as they adjusted to this new stranger. Once he had adjusted to the light, he stared at the chaos surrounding him. The unbearable smell of burning wood filled the air, causing Levian’s eyes to water but he could see the burning houses and what looked like the red crest of the royal army of Keirian. “Impossible! This is..... not.... *Cough* real...” Then he fainted from the overdose of smoke that filled his lungs.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> He awoke, only to find himself and a few other citizens in a carriage which he suspected to be where the Keirians kept their prisoners which the had captured after a war with another country. “Weird...” He said as he glanced down to see his silver-plated, gold sword by his side and still in its sheath. Being the son of a famous sword-smith, he realised, in a flash, that all the other prisoners also had swords that were custom-made to fit them regardless of their and sizes. Since he was still dizzy and the prison was dimly lit, he stumbled across the tiny prison and crashed onto the floor next to the closest prisoner. Regaining his composure, he looked up at the prisoner whom he had fallen beside. “Who are you? What are you? Where are we? What are we-” A firm hand closed over his mouth and pulled him backwards, making him practically stumbling head-over-heels and onto the floor, on his back. He squinted at this new challenger and could make out the squarish face and short, trimmed hair. “Do you want to die? Are you crazy?” His challenger said, straining his voice so that the previous prisoner could not hear him, or so he thought. “What the HELL? Was That for?” Levian screamed angrily. “Listen! That person,” He pointed to the prisoner in the corner, who was clutching his arm and groaning in pain, “Do you see those injuries? Those are made, by, HER!” He whispered loudly and pulled Levian to his feet. “Thanks.” Levian thanked his challenger-turned-savior. In reply, his savior nodded and said, “My name is Leo, the third son of... Hey, aren’t you... Levian.” “Heh, took you some time to recognise me, old friend.” Levian said with a smirk on his face then, he hugged Leo tightly. “So, why are we here?” Levian asked Leo as he gazed around the room until his eyes met the girl whom Leo had accused of attempting to hurt his friends. “Dude, I don’t know.” Leo replied informally while he attended to his injured friend’s wound. </span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> “Stay here.” He casually waved his hand at Leo and walked towards the girl, whom Leo had nicknamed “Dangerous Demoness, or DD.” “Dude! Are you cra-” Leo’s eyes widened when he realised what Levian was about to do. “Stay. Whatever will happen to me, I shall accept.” Levian took a deep breath and walked in the direction of DD. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, DD looked up and her gaze met Levian’s. At that moment, Levian saw into those eyes and felt a pang of pity for DD. A alarm in a distance blared, which was followed by a boom, which rocked the whole carriage, causing Levian to stumble and fall, face down, right onto DD’s lap. </span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> Levian thought, “Shit, Im going to die.” then, he saw the girl blush for a moment before she pushed him off her lap, gently, but at the same time, firmly. He saw, under the frilly bandana like-band which she wore over her head, he saw a pale face, almost like a doll’s, with small blue eyes and a small, red mouth. “Move.” She mouthed the words and Levian instantly obeyed, moving to a distance that he could still observe her from but enough to give her some personal space. Once Levian was off her lap, she regained her composure and stared out of the window with her cheeks a little red, like a sakura flower, found in Olden Japan. Then Levian found himself being stared at by Leo and the rest of the occupants in the prison. “What?” Levian stared back. Just then, the metal door of the prison flung open and a man dressed in black overalls barged in. “Levian, Victorique, Leo, Aquile! Come with me, Now!” </span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> Levian and the other children had no other choice so, they obeyed and followed the man through the ship which held them as prisoners and soon found themselves in a large dining hall filled with people who looked like nobles, duchess and a lot of people who seemed to be of high ranks. “Presenting... The children of Iye-ron!” A mega-phone called from somewhere within the crowd. and Levian, Leo and the rest were made to go up onto the stage. “Now, how much would one pay for them body parts?”</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> “What in the world?” Levian thought and squinted his eyes to take a good look at the people that filled the room. “I should have known...” Levian stared at each occupant slowly. “I am Victorique,” Levian turned his head and saw DD standing beside him. “You are right Levian, I agree with you. This are not humans neither are they nobles. This are Ghost Fiends.”</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1">“How right you are, little girl,” The four children spun around and came face to face with the skeleton man. “Yes, we are, The GhostFiends.”</span></div>TheVisualatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07791206414253765860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210490454306908518.post-53880304569159159852011-06-27T21:57:00.000-07:002011-06-28T21:57:27.992-07:00SouBlade(Aviant) by Joshua Leong (Chapter 1)<title></title> <style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1"><span class="s1">Chapter 1:</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">Prologue</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> Long ago, within the heart of the known world, known as Eve, lay 3 ancient societies. The first and most important society, was the Navulk they were the human-like society, wielding ancient and forgotten powers. They were believed to have been born from the Void. Ruthless, they may seem, with the deep scars enveloping their entire bodies, but within them lay a kind heart. They were the guardians of the Eve and since the world was not developed back then, the Void could not be controlled and evil creatures, called Soulisks, would spew out of its black hole to terrorize the citizens of Eve. This is how the Navulk’s got their scars, they were “obtained” when they fought against the Soulisks. </span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> The next society plays a much more political role in keeping the order in Eve, they are the Haisilisk’s. They are elemental-like creatures, which vary, the most powerful type of the elementals is the Nova also known as Void elementals, they are believed to be part of the Void itself, as the Black Hole in their hands resembles a smaller version of the Void and it is also credited to their supernaturally-vast amount of knowledge which allows them to create objects out of thin air. There are other elementals but the Nova’s reign supreme. Since they, the elementals, have extensive knowledge that surpasses all other beings, they are put in charge of ruling Eve.</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> Last but not least is the Aviant Society, this society are full of commoners, low ranking officials and farmers. They may seem to be useless but because they are capable of farming, which is crucial they are also important. Now it may seem funny as why only they are capable of farming and other types of “low-ranking” jobs when the previous two societies can easily do these jobs themselves. The reason is that the Haisilisks and Navulks have a lot of work to do and few have time AND patience to spare to do jobs like farming.</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> Now, everything was in order for a long time of 1999 centuries since the dawn of the Void. But everything changed on the first hour of the first day of the first week of the first month of the first year of the 2000th century (Practically the first of everything). All hell PRACTICALLY, broke lose, just because of one Haisilisk's selfish act. The Haisilisk’s name was Ha’Jun da Immortale. Ha’Jun was the son of the great Nova, Ha’Shilithar who was famous for ending the Tormentor’s reign on the fore-lands of Neon. Ha’Jun, was very stressed since the day he was born, his life had been a misery, or so he thought. His father would impose strict rules on him hoping that the rules would help keep him safe, but Ha’Jun was too young to understand his father’s point of view and they would have frequent quarrels. All this quarreling and fighting developed into another stage altogether when, one day, on a trip to the Tavell Falls...</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="s1"></span></div><div class="p3"><span class="s1"> But that is another story altogether... This story however concerns us to a much more, closer effect. This is a story about a boy and his Aviant. This is.... Soul Blade Aviant Wings.</span></div>TheVisualatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07791206414253765860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210490454306908518.post-10699987098899696442011-06-27T21:54:00.000-07:002011-06-27T22:00:16.572-07:00SouBlade(Aviant) by Player1<title></title> <style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1">Chapters:</div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">1 Prologue</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">2 Victorque</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">3 Outcasts</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">4 Philosopher's Stone</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">5</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">6</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">7</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">8</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">9</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">10</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">11</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">12</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">13</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">14</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">15</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">16 Epilogue</span></div><br />
TheVisualatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07791206414253765860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210490454306908518.post-18580149432879938062011-06-27T21:51:00.000-07:002011-06-27T21:51:26.364-07:00Hi hi hi~Hello,<br />
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