The Exiled
Story setting:
Era: future
Character setting: witch and wizards, vampires, werewolves, phoenix man, humans
Setting: earth, United States
World setting: future, world war??, nations combine to make 3 empires: wizard empire, empire of man, world empire.
PROLOGUE:
For centuries we lived harmoniously; we had two different worlds. Two very different worlds. Their world was lived freely and without secrecy. In our world, that’s what it was all about, secrecy. Don’t make too much noise, don’t seem so noticeable, and most important, under no circumstances, don’t ever get caught. For a while this secret arrangement worked well for both of our worlds, we both lived in peace, they didn’t bother us and we in return didn’t kill them. My name is Nicholas cross, I was named after my father, so my mother says, but whatever. I don’t really care. Even though I’ve never actually met my father I believe that he was a great man. He died in war a couple of months after I was born; my mother says that he died for us, for me. She told me that he did everything he could to try and survive, she says that he wanted to come back Главная really bad, and that еще than everything he wanted to watch me grow up to be a man.
Even though my mother was left alone to raise a baby she was able to manage, of course it isn’t that hard to take care of a baby when Ты can use magic.My father was a wizard, he used a lot of magic during the war to survive and to kill enemy soldiers. My mother was a witch, and she used a lot of magic to raise me, to cook, to clean, to travel, and to train me to defend myself. I was born into a harsh world, или so I’ve been told, I don’t see anything so bad about it, but a lot of people tell me that things used to be better. “Before the war, before everything got so messed up” whispered my aunt once as she watched the president give a speech about something important. I hear a lot about how the world used to be such a good and happy place; how everyone got along, humans and wizards would co exist happily and peacefully. But then a couple of years before I was born, everything changed. Some say they changed for the best, that this change was inevitable; it had to happen so our world could progress. But others say that it changed for the worse, that the damage that we have caused, the unbalance we have set upon both our worlds, can never be reversed no matter how much magic we use; it will never be the same again.
IT happened when I was very young; I was just a baby, so I don’t really remember much. What I know is what I hear from the elderly talking about it, they’re not particularly happy with The Change. I can tell because when they talk about it, it’s usually with a constant sneer in their voice. The only other people who really know about The Change are the grownups, like my mother, but they don’t usually talk about it. The only time any of the grownups ever talk about The Change is when they’re drunk, but by then everything they say is all jumbled together in a weird slur that I can’t really make out much of what they say.
My mother’s job is to take care of the elderly and make sure they don’t suddenly die. I don’t particularly understand her job, when it seems that that’s pretty much everything that their hoping for, to die soon. So why not just let them? I guess it’s a grown up thing. My mother sometimes took me with her to work when I wasn’t in school. Her work is a pretty boring place, a big white house with lots of rooms filled with lots of old people; it has a front yard, and a front porch. Every time I walk in there’s a weird smell of oldness, cigarettes, and alcohol. I don’t like that smell, it makes me feel dirty and gross, and makes my eyes watery. I typically don’t stay inside much because of the smell, I often play outside on the porch and just wait for my mother, but there really isn’t much to play with at an elderly home, they never want Ты to touch any of there stuff. So I would just sit and listen to the elderly talk about The Change, most of them would just say different things like, “damn those vamps, they just had to go and ruin everything for the rest of us!” или like “who in their right mind would want to change the way things were, I mean to go from that, to this! We were so stupid!” This one time this old man who looked like the oldest out of all them said, “gosh darn it! I just wish I could go back and have stopped all this from happening, I’dve march straight into president Scotts office and killed him right then and there, when I was still young!” when the old man named jack сказал(-а) this, all the rest chuckled in unison, and agreed. Some police guys must’ve not liked what jack сказал(-а) because they came along and told all the men to stop all there pathetic whining and to go along with their day. After that all the old men spent the rest of their день moping around and getting drunk. I stayed on the porch to play, and I fell asleep after a while.
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Story setting:
Era: future
Character setting: witch and wizards, vampires, werewolves, phoenix man, humans
Setting: earth, United States
World setting: future, world war??, nations combine to make 3 empires: wizard empire, empire of man, world empire.
PROLOGUE:
For centuries we lived harmoniously; we had two different worlds. Two very different worlds. Their world was lived freely and without secrecy. In our world, that’s what it was all about, secrecy. Don’t make too much noise, don’t seem so noticeable, and most important, under no circumstances, don’t ever get caught. For a while this secret arrangement worked well for both of our worlds, we both lived in peace, they didn’t bother us and we in return didn’t kill them. My name is Nicholas cross, I was named after my father, so my mother says, but whatever. I don’t really care. Even though I’ve never actually met my father I believe that he was a great man. He died in war a couple of months after I was born; my mother says that he died for us, for me. She told me that he did everything he could to try and survive, she says that he wanted to come back Главная really bad, and that еще than everything he wanted to watch me grow up to be a man.
Even though my mother was left alone to raise a baby she was able to manage, of course it isn’t that hard to take care of a baby when Ты can use magic.My father was a wizard, he used a lot of magic during the war to survive and to kill enemy soldiers. My mother was a witch, and she used a lot of magic to raise me, to cook, to clean, to travel, and to train me to defend myself. I was born into a harsh world, или so I’ve been told, I don’t see anything so bad about it, but a lot of people tell me that things used to be better. “Before the war, before everything got so messed up” whispered my aunt once as she watched the president give a speech about something important. I hear a lot about how the world used to be such a good and happy place; how everyone got along, humans and wizards would co exist happily and peacefully. But then a couple of years before I was born, everything changed. Some say they changed for the best, that this change was inevitable; it had to happen so our world could progress. But others say that it changed for the worse, that the damage that we have caused, the unbalance we have set upon both our worlds, can never be reversed no matter how much magic we use; it will never be the same again.
IT happened when I was very young; I was just a baby, so I don’t really remember much. What I know is what I hear from the elderly talking about it, they’re not particularly happy with The Change. I can tell because when they talk about it, it’s usually with a constant sneer in their voice. The only other people who really know about The Change are the grownups, like my mother, but they don’t usually talk about it. The only time any of the grownups ever talk about The Change is when they’re drunk, but by then everything they say is all jumbled together in a weird slur that I can’t really make out much of what they say.
My mother’s job is to take care of the elderly and make sure they don’t suddenly die. I don’t particularly understand her job, when it seems that that’s pretty much everything that their hoping for, to die soon. So why not just let them? I guess it’s a grown up thing. My mother sometimes took me with her to work when I wasn’t in school. Her work is a pretty boring place, a big white house with lots of rooms filled with lots of old people; it has a front yard, and a front porch. Every time I walk in there’s a weird smell of oldness, cigarettes, and alcohol. I don’t like that smell, it makes me feel dirty and gross, and makes my eyes watery. I typically don’t stay inside much because of the smell, I often play outside on the porch and just wait for my mother, but there really isn’t much to play with at an elderly home, they never want Ты to touch any of there stuff. So I would just sit and listen to the elderly talk about The Change, most of them would just say different things like, “damn those vamps, they just had to go and ruin everything for the rest of us!” или like “who in their right mind would want to change the way things were, I mean to go from that, to this! We were so stupid!” This one time this old man who looked like the oldest out of all them said, “gosh darn it! I just wish I could go back and have stopped all this from happening, I’dve march straight into president Scotts office and killed him right then and there, when I was still young!” when the old man named jack сказал(-а) this, all the rest chuckled in unison, and agreed. Some police guys must’ve not liked what jack сказал(-а) because they came along and told all the men to stop all there pathetic whining and to go along with their day. After that all the old men spent the rest of their день moping around and getting drunk. I stayed on the porch to play, and I fell asleep after a while.
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Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.