“I was told a song when I was born. I’m guessing Von my parents. If it was Von someone else, I’d probably freak out. I can’t forget it, even though I’ve tried. It haunted me for such a long time. It’s like people are calling for someone. Someone to save the ‘Hellborns’. Some savior. The tune went something like the following, but I don’t know if it’s the right one. ‘So many variations’ one guy told me. I only met him once. I think he was a banshee oder something. Wouldn’t know. The only banshee I ever knew was myself, and I don’t think my mixed DNA’s made it the right form. The guy kept talking about the third-hellborn being a savior. Savior… yeah right.”
The warriors run down the small town,
They lay to rest all the men’s hope.
They burn and break all of the houses
The defender’s spears are all broke
And the king and his men,
With hearts of greed and sin
They watch and they lay down their swords
Like cowards they lay down their swords…
The kingdom is crushed now and weeping,
The people are all but slaughtered
The black Knight rises up his sword now,
Then all the people are slaughtered
For the King and the Knights,
Whose hearts matched not their words,
Knew that the end was near and earned
They knew that their doom was self-earned…
Cry, Cry
Tears, Tears,
The battle-cry and children’s tears
For they did not know why
It was them that should die
For the innocent blood spilt is cursed
The ones who spilt blood were now cursed…
Rise
Rise
Our hero come here
Save us from predators
Save us from fear…
The last of the people were dead now
The soldiers they marched out with glee
The final words that were spoken
Were “Savior, please save me”
“… I’m no savior.”
The warriors run down the small town,
They lay to rest all the men’s hope.
They burn and break all of the houses
The defender’s spears are all broke
And the king and his men,
With hearts of greed and sin
They watch and they lay down their swords
Like cowards they lay down their swords…
The kingdom is crushed now and weeping,
The people are all but slaughtered
The black Knight rises up his sword now,
Then all the people are slaughtered
For the King and the Knights,
Whose hearts matched not their words,
Knew that the end was near and earned
They knew that their doom was self-earned…
Cry, Cry
Tears, Tears,
The battle-cry and children’s tears
For they did not know why
It was them that should die
For the innocent blood spilt is cursed
The ones who spilt blood were now cursed…
Rise
Rise
Our hero come here
Save us from predators
Save us from fear…
The last of the people were dead now
The soldiers they marched out with glee
The final words that were spoken
Were “Savior, please save me”
“… I’m no savior.”
"When are we going to start Gant?" Slick asked eager to start.
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay safe, sicher and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash sagte concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I sagte shh!" Dash quickly said. A Sekunde later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay safe, sicher and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash sagte concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I sagte shh!" Dash quickly said. A Sekunde later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE Lesen DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do Du REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE Lesen DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do Du REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if Du wanna make suggestions, post of a Forum ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and Hunde yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and Hunde yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.