Estelle once again lay in a dark pit.
Broken.
Spiritless.
Dead.
The blood lapped and receeded at her wounds, never enough to heal her, but never enough to dissapear.
The moments when the blood healed her, she cherished.
But when the blood left, the pain seemed to increase.
"WHY?!" she screamed in agony.
She was foolish.
Now, she was doomed.
No one would summon her now.
No one would end her suffering.
Not even her beautiful glass sword would help her.
How could it, when it was driven straight through herchest?
It was a long time before she felt the energy.
It stirred within her, like snakes in a hole.
And, once again, she rose from her pit, the most beautiful shade of red.
But her pain did not end.
Not even on the surface would her wounds heal.
And her glass sword, driven through her heart,
slid out.
It clanged on the ground, transforming into a snake.
This snale kept Estelle from slipping into the pit.
***
All over the city walked the dead. Seth was their leader.
An awful mix of exposed flesh and pelz dampened with blood.
His wight army limped behind him.
"Estelle," he sagte as he found his partner in evil.
"Join us." he streched out a hand
***
Estelle glared at him.
How could he be so foolish? The snake on her shoulder whispered many ways to kill him, but she ignored it. She desired an army of the undead.
And she knew she colud not kill him without some element of suprise.
She took the bloodied hand, and marched.
Together, they could conquer the nations.
But Estelle alone would rule it.
***
YAAY! DOOM!
Broken.
Spiritless.
Dead.
The blood lapped and receeded at her wounds, never enough to heal her, but never enough to dissapear.
The moments when the blood healed her, she cherished.
But when the blood left, the pain seemed to increase.
"WHY?!" she screamed in agony.
She was foolish.
Now, she was doomed.
No one would summon her now.
No one would end her suffering.
Not even her beautiful glass sword would help her.
How could it, when it was driven straight through herchest?
It was a long time before she felt the energy.
It stirred within her, like snakes in a hole.
And, once again, she rose from her pit, the most beautiful shade of red.
But her pain did not end.
Not even on the surface would her wounds heal.
And her glass sword, driven through her heart,
slid out.
It clanged on the ground, transforming into a snake.
This snale kept Estelle from slipping into the pit.
***
All over the city walked the dead. Seth was their leader.
An awful mix of exposed flesh and pelz dampened with blood.
His wight army limped behind him.
"Estelle," he sagte as he found his partner in evil.
"Join us." he streched out a hand
***
Estelle glared at him.
How could he be so foolish? The snake on her shoulder whispered many ways to kill him, but she ignored it. She desired an army of the undead.
And she knew she colud not kill him without some element of suprise.
She took the bloodied hand, and marched.
Together, they could conquer the nations.
But Estelle alone would rule it.
***
YAAY! DOOM!
Your part of the Glop Squad and your squad is sent on a mission to the SHOOP galaxy but before Du leave a new guy appeared to aid u in the mission his/her name is Karo so now the team has Gamma and Zakk and together they will go on intergalactic quests far and wide they'll even do stupid tasks like mowing the lawn oder walk your dog so any way they'll do anything for you.But anyway the glop squad was cruising around the galaxy and Gamma sees that a unknown planet is in the way but before Zakk could steer clear of it the gravitational force pulled them in and they crashed on the mysterious planet
Once upon a time... Du know what? This is not some fairy tale! This is the story of Sir Shalott, knight of the dead. Knight of Master Dragon! Of course... this is my story. I mean a knight looking for a way... a way of faith. Hold on there! Sit down and read this thing I wrote! Anyway... it was in Camelot. Her quest to find her place in her life brings along trust, loyalty,and some deceiving. This story will start soon, in a week oder when ever I can write. But... I may never get to it. So Kommentar and tell what Du think.
-Sir Shalott, knight of the dead, writer
-Sir Shalott, knight of the dead, writer