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{Bloodsong}
[A Fantasy Fanfic by Dr Kayden]
Rated PG
Contents
Prologue: I Am Blade....... March 12, 2006
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Prologue:
I Am Blade
'Call me Blade. I am an elderly Absol now as I write down these mnemonic words but this story must be told, or at the least, begun before I die. Times are much more diverse now then when I was young. I was born into an era of everlasting wars, a time of suffering kingdoms, a time of savagery and evil spirits, and, worst of all, a time of murder.
The era under reign of the good Tyranitar Queen Kym was threatening years, indeed. Lords and warriors of the forces of darkness raged against her and against her reign of righteousness, fracturing the empire as surely as summer breaks the frozen seas into the bergs and shards and floes of ice.
The covetousness for war carried from one generation to the next, until it seemed there was no escaping it. When Queen Kym perished, her good-doer Pupitar son, Flumore, became ruler. And I, being born into the reign of abhorrence and evil of my dad’s amalgamation, the evil, sinister Renaissance, was hauled in deeper and deeper into this world of blood, of intrigue and anarchy. It was not to my fondness and liking – unlike my iniquity father, Shikrar, I was not fascinated by his thoughts of the oppression of Gr’Yeath under clutches of the Renaissance. Nevertheless, I did assist him well as a subordinate, and often as an emissary to the restless kingdom of good or disaffected warriors.
I was, in truth, much better with my words and kindness than with hatred and the tools of demise my father gave to me. I neither had an affinity or temperament for the reign of goodness and nobility that the Gr’Yeathian empire provided. Nor did I have a particular liking to coarse Shikrar and the evil Renaissance, but I fought alongside him gladly, and he was content.
The fact is, I had always been an outcast among the Renaissance; no one ever wanted anything to do with me – except my friend. And I thought he was to be my mate not only for life – but for death as well. But that day, sheathed with blood, I soon realized that this was not to be….
This is a story of destiny. A story of ambition, truth, and love. And these are my final words as I take one last breath. At least I’ll be with Hragth, now. And forevermore we shall now dance happily throughout the heavens – I get to see him again at last.....'
{Bloodsong}
[A Fantasy Fanfic by Dr Kayden]
Rated PG
Contents
Prologue: I Am Blade....... March 12, 2006
_______________________________________
Prologue:
I Am Blade
'Call me Blade. I am an elderly Absol now as I write down these mnemonic words but this story must be told, or at the least, begun before I die. Times are much more diverse now then when I was young. I was born into an era of everlasting wars, a time of suffering kingdoms, a time of savagery and evil spirits, and, worst of all, a time of murder.
The era under reign of the good Tyranitar Queen Kym was threatening years, indeed. Lords and warriors of the forces of darkness raged against her and against her reign of righteousness, fracturing the empire as surely as summer breaks the frozen seas into the bergs and shards and floes of ice.
The covetousness for war carried from one generation to the next, until it seemed there was no escaping it. When Queen Kym perished, her good-doer Pupitar son, Flumore, became ruler. And I, being born into the reign of abhorrence and evil of my dad’s amalgamation, the evil, sinister Renaissance, was hauled in deeper and deeper into this world of blood, of intrigue and anarchy. It was not to my fondness and liking – unlike my iniquity father, Shikrar, I was not fascinated by his thoughts of the oppression of Gr’Yeath under clutches of the Renaissance. Nevertheless, I did assist him well as a subordinate, and often as an emissary to the restless kingdom of good or disaffected warriors.
I was, in truth, much better with my words and kindness than with hatred and the tools of demise my father gave to me. I neither had an affinity or temperament for the reign of goodness and nobility that the Gr’Yeathian empire provided. Nor did I have a particular liking to coarse Shikrar and the evil Renaissance, but I fought alongside him gladly, and he was content.
The fact is, I had always been an outcast among the Renaissance; no one ever wanted anything to do with me – except my friend. And I thought he was to be my mate not only for life – but for death as well. But that day, sheathed with blood, I soon realized that this was not to be….
This is a story of destiny. A story of ambition, truth, and love. And these are my final words as I take one last breath. At least I’ll be with Hragth, now. And forevermore we shall now dance happily throughout the heavens – I get to see him again at last.....'
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