Northern Land of Karshla Ralle

As I whisked myself onto the journey to the north, an ancient land of my forefathers birth were true as told by many seers in our village. It had been buried down in the center of planet Furlary centuries ago and it has been foretold a leader, followers and the innocents were to be return back to their rightful land but as we stomped with our blistering feet to our land we are dying to have and steeping down hill, feeling the thorns of river rocks plunging into our paws as we walk shadowed by a bright hot sun. As sword and halo-blade rod on my back hungers for evil but it shall wait as innocents life were to bare by our hands. “How far are we lass? Thou shall know the little ones seek to rest. Could ye pity these children?” asked Darla, a mother of 2. It took me a while to answer but as to be a leader. It is nigh dawn as I felt the exhaustion in my body. “That we shall do now and let us all gather wood. We have a mile to go until we reached the ship and it will forever lead thee to freedom! Shall ye say living to us and let the Gods of Krasna bless us with goodness!” I said with love. We closed our eyes to the medley of prayers in with both of our hands resting peacefully on out chests. Three days ago I could hear groans from tired little children to the poor citizens that have been walking for days! It took me years for them to make them believe for what I have foreseen in my dreams. It finally came immanent that the seers had it foretold before but never have they tried to yield the truth because according to the legend told by the villagers, evil karma will roam innocents in our village in this planet and they seek bodies of younglings from the age of 5 years old and to possessed them. It is to destroy every trace of human kinds since men started venture out of the ancient earth. It is the year of 5930 and I am now at age 20 and 6. I was never a gifted child whilst others glares as I was a bastards child, yield from hell as they threw glares of hate onto the eyes of my mother who I love and mine. The villagers soon accepted me after years of insult they blindly pointed but their hearts has forgotten my past as for who I was but for who I am now a warrior they are relying on as we were on our journey to freedom and shall Krasna bless us goodness and shall he hear our plead to a never ending peace. As we await the awaken of the great dusk of day, I sworn to myself I shall bring them safe to the Northern Land of Karshla Ralle, the birth of many Krasna holders before...

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Westlera

Shall the young ones throw hatred, wanting to kill those who breed; I could never find words to stop it. As I walked onto the sandy beaches thinking of what the world has become. Soon whilst taking pictures of isles that surrounds me, I weep! I had love from father dearest and for I would do anything to have him come back but it is faith and for God loved him more but for now my eyes hurt so bad through the many evil I have witnessed and why the world so cruel? Why must there be hatred amongst parents? Why they cannot just live through it all and although it is true though some parents may be evil themselves but most should be loved and as these answers will always remained questioned! The sky was bright and my toes intertwined with the sand below me as the waves splashed up shore. 'Louisa, for the sun will not shine on you even though you bury yourself to slay. Shall thee have faith in the world for evil will always be defeated,' said Lirai, brushing on the rods of those who she has killed. 'No warriors think the same, dear cousin. We cannot think the way the do and hope evil will just kneel down and ask for our mercy!' I said with pride for I seek for evil and thus I shall not wait for death to come rolling when you can prevent it by deceasing them first hand.


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Kingdom of Keshyud Treak

The sky was bright and my toes intertwined with the sand below me as the waves splashed up shore. It has been years since I was trapped in a place where I think I would live to die. Six years ago I was finally rescued from hell. I was one of the prisoners being held captured by the Demons of Garscata. They were evil! They left memories that we never had in our mind, planting lies into our head so we will hate the people we love but they failed. Even though they have failed to do so, they'd never stop torturing us! I was only 7 years old when I was being taken away from Tirelle Reznick Academy. I was there because I'm bearing powers that are out of this world. But even though I possessed with the ultimate power, my heart has always been true and I am the luckiest Lordallac and along with my younger brothers for we have had love from everyone around us and unlike the others who is not that fortunate for their life has been treated like as though they were nobody.

It seems just like yesterday when I thought I could never see my parents again. I was afraid I could never hold them close to me. I was afraid I could never see the lights of day again. It was years ago but I'm still scared of being sucked back to where my nightmares begin. The scars on my back tell everything about my life as a prisoner to the demons. Yes I was held captured by demons when I was 6 and I was departed from my love ones and family for 2 years. I have symbols of Garscatan tattoos on my back from my upper neck down to my shoulder-blade and on my left arm as marks when I was transferred from a temple into another that I was once own by many evil forces that ever roam earth.Now I am absolutely free from all evil when I was saved by my fellow kinds.

The children of immortals are the only one who could build bridges from the hells of gates onto the surface of earth. But unfortunately they failed when mutants yield saving innocent life and I was one of them now. My battles with the demons still going strong but I lost the love of my life with a blink of an eye- my darling Stan Randall. Stan, just like me who was also from a royal mutant family of Yurlaks Kehon and we met in Tirez Academy when we were 5 and 7 respectfully. We were friends through the years in Garscata and for the longest time until one day we felt for each other when we both were 12 and 14 that is falling in love. But he was killed while trying to save me when the demon of Karsyla has possessed him and made him battle the one he love..... Me.

It was like as though he didn't know me. I thought he was stronger than that but evil speaks for most of himself and while battling with not just me but with my other comrades he suddenly mentioned my name ... "Rach". No body but him calls me that and not even my parents or friends or whoever. From that moment I knew he was trying very hard to release the Karsyla demon but can't. He sacrifices himself for his fellow mutants and for me, his "Rach". As my heart has started to fade, I shall not love anyone again but for my Stan. I was just 15 at that time, I was one of the youngest widows in the world and although we have not come of age to be married but the ring he has given me a year before he was killed I consider has bonded us but through our body and soul. He is someone who respects me and never once was like any other boys for he has emotion and compassion towards our relationship, therefore he always believes in waiting until we are married but it never came. I missed him so much and only I know and nobody else does. He will always be remaining in my heart until the end of time.


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