Knight375

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from Yokosuka, Japan

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    • Words so easy.

      4 years ago

      Knight375

      And when I sing of misty seas, of high rises and mountain things. I tell of you of stories old, lingering like fog in cold. So when you feel as alone as me, remember good of better things. Of fonder places, found in dreams, of White Sea shores and heights indeed. Where Eagles soar above pine trees. Let me sing to you of these things. As I sing in sorrow, from lost dreams.

    • A Single drop from Primordial water

      5 years ago

      Knight375

      and air to words, the wind leaves echoes; like my haunting memories wrought on the silver lined page. A tree she dies in the moons light, an eternity brought to an end, with her last tear. Whilst I wander the distant halls of oblivion; tasting but that single moment. Like a lingering sweetness on the tongue, twist the inky black. How fragile. Like a pane of glass. But that bright shimmer in the light defines the weakness in all it's glory. That we may live a life of dying, to better know the magnificence of thoust which was bestowed upon our bony crown.

    • Happy Holidays

      6 years ago

      Knight375

      Well it's Christmas, so merry Christmas, and happy holidays for all you other people.

      I don't have any gifts, just some news for any one that still reads these. They are sending me to Yokosuka, Japan in April. So yar.

      Have a good one
      Sincerely,
      Knight375

    • The story of how I found my soul

      6 years ago

      Knight375

      One time, I kill an angel, ripped off her wings and threw her straight into the ocean for the sharks. Then a demon came, she cut my chest straight down to my heart. Still have the scar. A woman came she sowed me back up, then punched the wound and left. Then my best friend came and pick me up, put my arm around his shoulders and dragged me on. He threw me back into the sea and told me I wasn't done swimming yet. So I swam. For three days I swam tell I hit an island. On the island I found a Witch she told me my future, then put a spell on me. I fell to my knees, head slumped down to my chest and was asleep. For a year I slept. When I woke, I stumbled out straight into a river of whiskey. I drank deep and forgot the world. Fell on the sand and laughed myself back to sleep. I woke among ice and snow to a one eyed wolf. It's eye spoke it all. And that is how I found my soul.

    • Of legends and things

      6 years ago

      Knight375

      "Here my son, here. Well will build it here." The man said with a hint of knowing in his eyes. He looked out at the top of a small plateau, bordered on one side by endless sea, and on another by yet a large river that ran into it. On the third ran the old forest, a foreboding place, and on the fourth, the very last side, stood endless plains. They had walked as far as this new world would take them, to the very end of everything. What lay beyond the waters was as much of a mystery as this land they now stood on. This was it, a new beginning, a new world. A younger man hoped down from the wagon, his son, or at least one of the two. The other lay in the back sleeping. The air held the chill of the morning, and a breeze came from ocean, which was neither to cool, nor to hot. The sun spread over the land shedding a morning light upon it's vastness, orange in it's glow. The wagons behind them came to a rickety stop. Tired families with bent backs, looked up at them as they realized what was happening. They sat a little straighter and grins came to their faces. This would be their home. They had traveled so far to get away from the king. To the very end of the unknown. Through the fall and winter cold, and many had died. From sickness, starvation, and animals. He looked to the open area of the plateau, and grinned. Time for a fresh start. He walked to the wagon and grabbed an axe, waking his sleeping siblings and mother. He walked to the edge of the trees and hefted the axe.

      "To freedom," he said as he struck his blow. And so it was that Hohiem, the northern kingdom of the west, was born. From wood to stone, slowly it raised. And slowly it grew. The man had become king, and his sons thereafter. Their line stood Unbroken, and for a thousand Hohiem grew. None else, had dared traveled that far. So now our story begins, with the royal family, almost a thousand years later. The king was old and balding, to smart for his own good, to set on building and creating and not on much else. His wife, short and smart, spent most of her time with her books. There first born, a Daughter took more to learning then she needed to know. The second, a Son, was brilliant in the ways of government and science. Their third, a Daughter, was beautiful and poisonous like a snake. Their forth, cautious and violent, spent his days with army training in the yards. The First son was first in line to secession of the king. Though the first born had other plans. When their father died, she took the power and threw her brothers out. She had wormed her way into the set of the king and made herself the first Queen Regent. The brothers, went north. Being chased for hundreds of miles by her sister's hounds. People of the more distasteful kind.Tell they were beyond the places that people had known. Here it was cold, and here it was the land of wolves. But they were both capable and they were brothers. Brothers don't leave each other to die, so they stuck together and plotted their return. But in the wilds people change, and so too did they. Slowly they headed south, the wolves drove their pace.

      What their sister had not counted on is the loyalties of an army to it's leader. And the second brother was most beloved by his follow comrades. So in secret a contingent of their best was sent out to retrieve the princes. When they hooked up with the true heir, they brought him safely back to Hohiem in secret. Cloaking him and their brother in full armor, they were assigned as throne room guards to the queen along with their most loyal. And in the middle of her ruling they attacked, drawing blades and taking control of their home. They did not kill her, nor did they put her in the dungeons. They banished their sisters, and sent them east. But little did they know that people had expanded closer then they knew, and before to long there sister's were back, with large armies behind them. But Hohiem was strong, it's ruler's had ran with death and survived.

      They say the battles were long and bloody. The Hiemhere made their enemies bled for every inch of ground. But the simple matter was they were vastly outnumber. Hohiem's decline started when the youngest son fell, in the battle beneath the mountains of the teeth, the gateway to their lands. They say he was like a great wolf on the battlefield terrifying in his skill. So when they marched to the walls of Hohiem, their his older brother, the King stood. With a wolf faced helm on his head and a wolf at his side and oh were his walls strong. They came like waves from the ocean bashing again and again against them to no avail. Once they finally breached the walls, most of the soldiers had died of starvation or disease already. But those that remained, stood behind their wolf faced King and fought with everything they had. In the end they had falled though and as the king was held suspended by spears in front of his sister he said this.

      "I curse you sister, may death take you, and the wolves have your flesh."

      The sword that fell was heavy and true, he died quickly they say. A year later, The now queen, was out in the gardens when she was eaten by wolves. The youngest sister took over ruled, but died not much longer to disease. So people abandon that land. They said it was now cursed, and told the tale that I've told you. This is why no one goes west my child.

    • For the Red Day

      6 years ago

      Knight375

      He fell hard to his knees, blood pooling, and through half glazed eyes looked around him. And there he knelt the last of the Hiemhere, the last proud knight of the old world, a man born under the teeth. The clouds drifted lazily, it all seemed so unreal. The pain had already left his body, a single tear fell, as the bayonets plummeted. He slumped into the thick mud dead, the snow white plumage, soaking up the blood. Hohiem would be proud of it's son. Hohiem would be proud.

      But what dies must live, and what lives must die. At that moment when the last twinkle left this world, another entered, and the cry of a newborn was heard. Elsewhere, far away in the Mountains of Keel, in the southwest. But our tale is not with this child, nor his son, or any others for that matter. Not for many many years. Our tale begins where it begins, on the Black Hill, outside the capitol city of Domascus.

      Here a statue sits. Of a dying man, the symbol of a world long forgotten. The city life is that way, things that matter really. are within the walls, why leave them? That's what most people seem to think. Though on this day, one sunny, with few sparse clouds, blotches on a otherwise perfect seaside sky, a boy stands not far from this statue. His unbelievably small hands, pressed, up against the cool marble. For the statue sits in the shade of a great oak. It's leaves still plenty green from new life. Spring holds the land in it's gentle loving hand.

      The boy's eyes are a deep blue, his hair brown, his imagination wild. A Hiemhere! The greatest warriors the world had ever known. How he longed to be one. He took his hand off the statue and jumped and played by himself swinging a small stick. He the joy! The cool breeze, the warm sun. The feel of freedom. He stabbed and slashed at air, working tell the time melted away. And before long it was dark, and he was tired. He crawled back home.

      But our tale is not now, it is still yet later, when the boy has become a man. This is where our journey begins. The boy held his long musket over his shoulder as he stared at that old statue. Where did all the heroes go? Seems like no one is left to make the world a better place anymore. He placed his hand on the smooth marble, knocking down snow. Winter is death, and that is when he left. In winter, to face the world, the unknown. And so our tale begins.

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