BaltairDandaridae

                                    Prologue The ocean's waves caressed his face as the tide came in and out. The sound of seagulls complaining can be heard, even when they're bellies are being filled. Slowly gaining feeling in his hands again, John opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was, but it was some beach. He looked around, to see his boat torn to pieces by the storm they sailed into. As he tried to get up he felt a sharp pain in his leg. A piece of the

The sun has been up for a few hours. The dew still rests on the grass and leaves. Birds, chirping away at eachother, deer freely grazing the fields. The trees were tall, old. Ponds, tiny rivers and two lakes made up this massive forest of Alenora. Deep within this forest, there was a small shack. It appeared to be only one room, even less, like a closet almost. It was peaceful, the kind of peace that was utter perfection, nothing could destroy it. From the trees and bushes, came gutteral screams and battle cries. Two score of orcs came charging in, this tiny shack was about to be raided of whatever goods it held. It was surrounded. An orc wi

        "What if I was to tell you there was a great battle long ago, before my time, where your great grandfather and his brothers led the war on the Dark Lord Ovidio Silimaur. After all the pain and suffering our land has endured through his cruelty, the slaughter of thousands. He was not a creature of this earth, no he was a demon, released into our world with great power over humanity.  My grandfather, your great grandfather, the maker of this great kingdom ended the Dark Lord's reign that day. It was a dark, bloody day. The siege of Romonul." The drums of war thundered in the air. The sky was red, as if the blood had managed

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away where innocence is burned... In flames A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am A soldier on my own, I don't know the way I'm riding up the heights of shame I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest I'm ready for the fight, and fate The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head, The thunder of the drums dictates The rhythm of the falls, the number of deads The rising of the horns, ahead From the dawn of time to the end of days I will have to run, away I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again This deadly burst of snow

The leaves are finally turning color on this late fall in Pennsilvania. Jack sleeps peacefully in his old victorian farm house, not a single sound to disturb him. A scream, barely audible whispers it's way into his ears, at first not waking him, but with the second scream following it up, Jack launched himself sitting upright. After the next scream, he ran out of his room, down the stairs into kitchen, through the hall leading to the entrance and straight outside. In the small apartment above the garage, his eldest son lived, he sprung up from his bed when the sceams finally broke his deep sleep. Falling on his bed as he got out of bed, Scott