

The Final ShowdownAron watched the battle unfold. This was it, the final showdown between the two of the most powerful Shadow Knights ever to be born on this plane. On one hand there was Yrael, son of Isaak. He wore his blonde hair in a ponytail, his half skull mask on the top of his head. The mask of nightmares and illusions. His body moved with a practiced flow of a killer. His golden eyes swore death upon all it looked upon.The Final Showdown
On the other side of this street was Hytran, the first Shadow Demon Lord, who had been cast into a prison of shadows and light and earth. &n


Chapter 1: Final BeginningsThe boy looked into the sky, his baby blue eyes reflecting the moon's ethereal surface. He smiled a toothy grin, his canine teeth glimmering. Alone, he looked about him one last time before taking off in a blur into the sky, his silver wings tearing through the silent night. Above him, the sky showed its first sign of morn, which concluded to him that he had been flying longer than he had thought. He floated to the ground. He layed down on the soft cushion of the dew cover grass. The darkness of sleep claimed him swiftly as his mind drifted into dreams of nothingness. &nbChapter 1: Final Beginnings


The Silent Hymn of DeathSieg lay on the ground, Kyvar standing there, growling in anger at their opponent.The Silent Hymn of Death
"Hmm...Varaj has grown more powerful, eh Kyvar?" He asked Kyvar, standing up and brushing himself off. He pulled out his dual swords and rushed at him, his wings unfolding, ripping open his shirt. He came down on Varaj, their swords flaring. Kyvar went after Varaj's 'sidekick' Natalia. She leaped on Kyvar, forcing him to the ground. Kyvar bit into her neck, feeling the warm taste of blood. His red fur of his fox form, was darkened by the tint of that life fluid


Beneath the SurfaceWith our eyes we see nought but thy wishesBeneath the Surface
Money, Greed, and So called Happiness
But when we stick our head below the veil of shadows
We see more, we see ourselves brighter than before
We see what our world hides, we can see into the souls of others
EVEN OURSELVES
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Last night I layed in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself where the hell is the ceiling?
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Last night I layed in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself where the hell is the ceiling?
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Last night I layed in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself where the hell is the ceiling?
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Last night I layed in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself where the hell is the ceiling?
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Last night I layed in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself where the hell is the ceiling?
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