I'm trying something new...

Once, dragons and men coexisted.

They shared a peace forged in wisdom,

a peace that lasted many generations.

All that was lost when mankind disrupted

this balance in a sudden onslaught.

Man fought dragon in a savage war

that shook the foundations of their world.

This war was called The Scouring.

Defeated and humbled,

dragons vanished from the realm.

In time, man rebuilt and spread his

dominion across the land and

on to the islands beyond.

A millennium has passed

since those dark days ended.

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"Are you awake?" a women exclaimed as my eyes were slowly opening. "I found you unconscious on the plains. I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now. Who are you? Can you remember your name?"


"Yes, I do, my name is Kara. Where am I?"

"Kara? What an odd-sounding name... but pay me no mind. It isa good name. I see by your attire that you are a traveler. What brings you to the Sacae Plains?"

Suddenly there was hollow sound of voices arose in the far.. voices of men talking to one another. Also the deep voice of metal clanking against one another.

"Hm? What was that noise? I'll go see what's happening. Kara, wait here for me."

Lyn had stood up and hesitantly left..
As I looked around I saw that I was in a small tent. To the right of the small pallet bed which I lay was a large wooden box used as a counter, on it was hand carved bowls. There were many shelf's to the left. Lyn rushed back into the tent with bitter haste and worry. She had her hand on the hilt of her sword which I had not seen until now, numerous rope belts tied around her waste from which her sheath was sustained.

" Bandits! They must have come down from the Bern Mountains! They must be planning on raiding the local villages. I... I have to stop them! If that's all of them, I think I can handle them on my own. You'll be safe in here, Kara!"

"No! I won't stay. I intend to help you." I'd exclaimed.

"Well, can you use a weapon?"

" I am a strategist, I can be of some help."

"Ah, I see... So you're a strategist by trade? An odd profession, but... Very well. We'll go together!" Lyn beamed.

We left into the plains crouching low to the ground and almost crawling. Lyn kept looking at me to ensure my safety. The grass was long and flowing for it was windy and cool outside, there was not tree in sight. Beneath us was a gentle drizzle of dew on the grass glimmering from the bright rays of sun. Lyn was much faster then myself, I was not used to crawling around like mad beast in the field. However, she seemed to be used to the knee-braking activity, she is a tribes women after all. She is probably well acquainted with these fields of grass..this wide expanse of dazzling mirrors.

"Over here! If you want to help, Kara, I could use your advice. I'll protect you, so stay close to me." She looked at me expecting a answer that I was not yet ready to give. But nonetheless I had to conjure up something. I then looked at her and said:

"I hope to make this easy... Lyn, you are the blue unit. The enemy units are red. Do you understand?

"Yes I do. Continue"

"Very well. Essentially, battle consists of blue, and red units. You shall wait for the red unit to first try and strike the blue then you will began attacking. I am only here as a strategist.. therefore I cannot fight. As you take down the hand of what I assume to be their leader you will then make way to him if you can.. Understood?"

Lyn nodded and then made her way over toward the the enemies. She was filled with courage and yet filled with fear at the fate she'd hoped not to endure. For as do I, if she did die.. she hoped with luck it would be a quick death. Why would a girl's love for people she did not know drive her to such a bold action? She must be skilled with a sword if not a little to be wielding one in such a gallant manner. Lyn was crawling and now at ground level with the bandits who were making their way past the plains.

One of the men stopped in his steps and looked in the direction of Lyn. "That bandit spotted me! He's coming this way.. I should close in and attack." at that single moment Lyn jumped to her feet and drew her sword. The bandit, not expecting such a move from a women, stumbled back then pulled a hand axe from his leather belt. Lyn swiped her sword across the man's chest only to miss him. She then fell to her knees avoiding the axe to what would have wounded her neck, as she was on her knees the he took advantage of that moment and kicked her in the back knocking her to the ground.
The bandit threw his axe at the ground where Lyn fell. She quickly rolled unto her back avoiding the the projectile, standing to her feet she brought back up her blade then slashed the man in the arm. For he was too busy trying to grab up his axe. The man being foolishly dramatic fell to the ground in what looked to be writhing pain.. Lyn saw that there was no blood on him, not on his arm. Only a light pink scratch, she observed him as he dramatically fell to his face limp.

"The other has gone! We must find him!" Lyn ran back to me. We both for a moment stared at the man lying on the ground as if he were dead. I then turned to her.

"You have fought wonderfully. A job well done!" I said with what felt like a slight grin on my face.

"We must stop the last one, I only took down one. Come! We must hurry!" Lyn ran off in the direction of the local villages. We did not go but two miles until something caught her eye "Here's the other bandit over by the ger to the west."

"By what?"

"You don't know what a ger is? It's a type of round hut. Many nomads live in huts like these." Lyn and I ran over to the bandit.

He noticed us before we ever reached him. "Kara, you must not come with me!" after she said this I stopped and stood watching her approach the brute man. Trying to withhold a laugh from his voice he said to her "

"Who do you think you are? You think you can stand up to Batta Beast? Haha foolish girly!" he drew out a full axe.

Lyn's eyes widened when she saw what she was about to face. I could not restrain myself, I ran to her side. "Kara, if fall, I want you to flee. You must escape!" I drew back as Lyn tightened her grip on the sword and slashed at the bandit. He fell back grabbing his scared arm then with all his might swiped the axe at the girl missing her. She thrust the blade forth at the man missing. He then, with such force, thrashed his axe at the girl. She swiftly jumped back making the man fall into the ground. As her turned to get up In a moment he was face to face with her blade, as she moved it up to cut downward the man kicked the sword from her hand. She looked at her sword and ran to attempt retrieve it until she was hit in the head by a rock. Due to the massive size of the rock, Lyn fell to the ground herself. The man charged at her when she thrust her leg into the man's stomach throwing him down a large hill "Gahhh!" The man yelled until a small thud was heard down the hill.

"Whew... That was close. I sorely underestimated him." Lyn said while panting for breath . She turned her glance to me "Sorry if I worried you. I'll need to be stronger if I'm going to survive... Strong enough that no one can defeat me."

After that fight we returned to her tent and swiftly fell into a deep slumber. The next morning I opened my eyes to the beautiful sight of a graceful smile.

"Good morning, Kara! That fight yesterday must have taken a lot out of you." She walked over to me then sat on the edge of my bedding. She looked as though something was on her mind..

"Say, Kara... I want to talk to you about something. You have some experience in the ways of war, I can see. Would you allow me to travel with you?"

"I would need to get permission from your parents first Lyn..." I muttered rubbing my eyes.

"My mother and my father... died six months ago. My people -the Lorca- they don't.. I'm the last of my tribe. Bandits attacked, and... they killed so many people. The tribe was scattered. My father was our chieftain, and I wanted to protect our people. I am so young, and my parent are old-fashioned. They wouldn't follow a woman. No one would follow me.." Tears filled the young girls eyes. Such a expression of sadness.. I wondered why she lived alone, and now I know why. She wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffed.

"I'm sorry. I've been alone for so long... No. No more. I will shed no more tears. Thank you. I'm better now." She gave me a light reassuring smile. Then had a sudden thought
"Kara, I want- I must become stronger, so that I may avenge my father's death! Yesterday's battle taught me something. I won't become stronger by sitting here alone. Kara, tell me you'll train me, that you'll let me travel with you!?"

"Of course I will. You are welcomed to come with!" I could not hold back the smile on my face as she almost immediately brightened up.

"You will? That's wonderful! Thank you! Oh, hank you! We'll be better off working together, I know it. You'll be my master strategist, and I'll be your peerless warrior! We can do! Right?" She stood up looking over joyed.

"Of course we can." We both could not restrain our silly laughs. How glad I was that Lyn was happy! When then started packing our things and headed off.

Just A Little Something I Wrote...

There once was a fellow
Who liked to dress in yellow.
He was very, very mellow, except when he was blue.
When he was blue,
He didn't know what to do,
So he would sit there and cry, "Boo hoo!".
When his wife saw him crying, his face turned bright red!
His wife thought him ill, and sent him to bed.
As he lay there trying to sleep that night, a thought ran through his head.
"Oh, how I wish, how I wish I were dead!"
The yellow mellow blue and red fellow fell asleep,and awoke in a mood of gray.
He was not happy, he was very, very sad, and this is what he had to say.
"I will never, ever be happy again. In fact, I think I should go."
And just as he was fixing to pull the trigger, he looked up and saw a rainbow!
It was an arch of the most wonderful colors, one that brought tears to his eyes.
Who exactly could make such a beautiful piece of art in the huge, never ending sky?!
Why, God of course! The One and Only!
God, who loves you when you feel lonely.
So before you start to fade away,
Get on your knees and start to pray.
Never forget that He's always there for you,
Always, even when you're feeling blue.

A Brutal Love Square Part 2

"My name is Ryan, and I am the master of music!"

His sword, named Excalawesotastulous, began to glow brightly, and a song emitted from the magnificent sword. It was Final Countdown by Europe. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tt_ro2aerQg)

Raoul and the Phantom marveled at the sword, and the music coming from the sword not only motivated them, but also their opponent. This would certainly be an epic battle. The way this Ryan gripped the sword showed he was no mere beginner, but a master swordsman.

Raoul and the Phantom both approached Ryan from opposite sides, hoping that two combatants attacking a single combatant from opposite sides would be quick and easy. Ryan only smirked at their "strategy". He knew what they were trying to do.

"Fools!" shouted Ryan. He twirled his sword around, and suddenly a blade came out of the butt of the handle, and it was just as long and beautiful as the other blade. The music grew louder and the sword glowed brighter as he held this double-bladed sword. He gripped the handle with both hands, and stood in a stance that could easily block the blows of both opponents.

The Phantom and Raoul went in for the kill, only to be disappointed that mere fencing skills would not work against such a master swordsman. They would have to rely on pure, brute strength to even hope of besting this man. Ryan swung his blade in the direction of the Phantom's head as the other blade aimed at Raoul's. They both ducked the blow easily, but they didn't expect him to keep spinning, and the result was a severely cut arm to Raoul.

"Raoul!" Christine screamed.

"These two fools fight only me when after they win they still will be malicious to each other!" Ryan sang.

"He's right! He's right! This man of darkness is right!" Raoul sang.

"I am not a man of darkness! But a light for the music! A light for Christine, sent by her father!" The music grew louder, as though it became more powerful with each note Ryan sang.

The three opponents were facing each other off in a triangle now. It was a free-for-all battle now. The Phantom jumped at Ryan, bringing his sword down on Ryan, only to be swatted away by Ryan's blade. Raoul made his chance on them both and charged when their blades were locked, but Ryan quickly pushed the Phantom back and kicked Raoul in the gut, sending him falling into the water. Raoul disappeared under the muddy water.

Ryan and the Phantom clashed their swords, using all of their upper body strength in each blow. Ryan was swinging his blade on beat with the music, almost beating down the Phantom with each blow. Raoul reappeared and went after the Phantom.  The Phantom and Raoul began fighting, and Ryan ran toward Christine and wrapped her in one arm as he retracted a blade back into the handle.

"Come, my angel of music! Let us flee the darkness tonight!" Ryan sang.

"Anywhere you go I will go too!" Christine sang.

He turned toward the mirror, and kicked right through it, revealing a secret passage to the outside world.

"NO NO NO!" The Phantom and Raoul sang in harmony.

"Christine! My dearest angle Christine! Flee into the night! I shall be behind thee in moments!" Ryan shouted.

Christine turned and stepped through the broken mirror frame into the dark, rocky passage. Ryan turned again to face the two fools approaching him. He decided to use only one blade. He was much quicker, and it was fair play.

"You will not take her from me!" the Phantom screamed.

The Phantom jumped toward Ryan, bringing down his sword hard on Ryan's sword, knocking it from his hand. He swung at Ryan's abdomen, but Ryan jumped back, dodging each swing. The Phantom kicked the sword into the water, and then chased Christine into the night.

It all came down to Ryan and Raoul. They had to fight to the death in the beast's lair. Ryan without a sword, and Raoul clearly having the upper hand, this fight may only last for a moment. . .

(To be continued. . .)

The Dwelling of the Net

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Most tales of old are not ones often preserved in history. They are tales of exquisite sorrow, gallant figures wrapped in cloth as of a noble man, shy women who's beauty is often found within the bounds of her lovely heart. More often then not they are tales of helpless romances, burning passion as once displayed by the great king Solomon.
This however, is nothing like any of those. This is a tale of adventure such as the dashing men who once found it worthy to roam the inhabitants of the earth, oxen who feared nothing, not even the snare of death. Ah! How those men are greatly missed.
The beauty in where these events take place is something your mind certainly can not possess. There was once a living thriving palace, one that many do not know about and to this day it is unknown to most all the dwellers of the human world. There is a place where blood is a rarity, none know it but by what they are taught. These people are made only out of programing, data if you will, they are hidden away into the internet.
They fear no such thing as death, but being deleted. They are flawless in appearance, white as though the snow as we know it, came down and formed a living being. Lovely as the fields of flowers, dazzling like the endless oceans of stars. People of whom sadly, today we would find no person who's virtues compare. However some are oafs..ill mannered to say the lest, others painfully shy while others beam with joy.

'The dwelling of the net' as some called it, was a magnificent beauty. The largest single enclosure one can conceive. On the ground a wide endless expanse of rolling marble pavement of black and white squares. On the threshold amid gothic lettering that reads 'Palace of the internet' painted in azure. Above is seen a vault paneled with hand carved wood; the painting on the vault cascading with thousands of colors. What one often sees in the cascading rivers who never rests, always a rainbow of colors dancing with the shy misty waters. Down the palace hall is seen endless pillars, tall, broad and steadfast. Around the lofty walls are tiled stone, each with it's own story and cracks, and magnificent cracks they were!
Your eyes would be dazzled by what you see. No human has ventured into the internet, nor has any Data left the internet. That is what they are called, just as we are human incarnated, they are Data, dwellers of the net. Perfect in sight and absolute in beauty.

As evening came, the citizens of the internet were awakened by the subtle sound of a ringing bell. All who heard this ring woke and rushed into the Palace of the Internet, for they knew it was of some important news. All the women grabbed there veils, they found it shameful to attend a event with hair like that of a slob.  The men changed into a fresh tunic and clean hoes then attended the Palace. Waves of heads poured into the Palace, heads of gold, red and light brown.  All with the expression of  haste and worry...or I should say all but one.
A rather tall slender figure stood leaning against one of the pillars. This man; pale with sparkling eyes that cast even the most wretched man into a deep gaze. His long blond hair lightly touching the shoulder of his young body thus finishing this fine package. The man stood with  the expression of bitterness at the king, after all, his pleasant night of peaceful slumber was taken away. Was it not?
Up to our mystery man walked young face, one of excitement and favor. Ah! It is the young student of Gabriel, the king's fifth adviser who is well advanced in his years. The young man being Gabriel's son; in line to inherit his fathers honorable position. The young man known as Garreit, Gabriel did not waste any of young Garreit's fourteen years of living, teaching him in all he himself had be taught. Many of the Net's fine Data were well acquainted with young Garreit. Our young friend walked up to the blond who had just been introduced.

"Greetings Chad Amilion!  This news must be something of importance for the king to assemble all the net. Why, how are you good friend?" The boy beamed.

"At what point have I ever regarded you? You seem to mistake me for a gentleman." The man, now known as Chad sighed deeply at the boys vibrance.

"Whatever do you mean? Just last week both you and I spoke about how vast the net is, how magnificent.  You led me to believe from then on we were acquaintances... friends?" 

"Yes, I see what you mean. I must have been ill that day, you are annoying to me." Chad said looking quite irritated.

"You do not really mean that.." Garreit said, his voice slightly whinny.

"Unfortunately for you I do. I only showed you kindness for the sake of your father watching me, you certainly did not think it was anything else did you?"

 Garreit bit his lip and stared straight at Chat looking quite belittled at what was just relayed to him. Holding back the slight quiver in his voice he proclaimed  "I  should know that the son of a peddler could never possesses such a compassion as I'd hoped you did for a small boy. A  peddler and an ill-women could produce nothing less then a lout!"

Our poor Garreit then walked away looking slightly hurt by Chad's response, he thought the snob to be somewhat of a friend out of what he conceived to be kindness a week's past. But the young gentlemen was mistaken, it was only tolerance from Chad. This hoodlum was well known around the net much for his cadly and mischievous conduct. Many thought the only thing worth while in the twit were his captivating eyes, they held triumph over all others.
Many of the people squirmed throughout the Palace of the internet waiting for the king to arrive. A small timid elderly looking man made his way down a large flight of stairs with what looked like a tube in his hand. The man stood in front of the crowd "Greetings citizens!" the man announced. With all eyes focused, immeasurable fear came over him "The k-king...I bear a message from the king!" he threw the tube onto the grown, suddenly the tube formed a metal plate on the ground projecting a grand hologram of the king himself. The place filled with the roaring sound of a kingly voice:

"All who wish to abide under my command, hear my words faithful Data! You will not transgress the law in which I have established and shall proclaim to you. You will not pass into the gates of the western net, scouts have gone missing and unknown activity is present in those parts. All who will not abide under this law are welcome unto the vast blackness in where the virus' chose to abide. I am the king and this is my command! Should anyone stay and chose to violate the law which I have established, they will with certainty, be deleted."

The hologram then vanished into thin air, the disk had become a tube again.
What had been a long trip for some was also a brief stay, the countless families had quickly abandoned the grand Palace, each with his or her own theory of what the meaning was to the banishment from the west. To us humans the internet is boundless and the people known as Data are mystery, after all, who can perceive such a person majestic in sight?

(Chap 2 might be coming..)

A Brutal Love Square

"This is the choice! This is the point of no return!"

The Phantom pulled tighter at the rope in his hands, cutting of Raoul's air supply even more. Christine became angry.

"The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold, and turn to tears of hate!" she screamed at the Phantom.

Before either one spoke again, Raoul, with the breath he had, sang, "Christine, forgive me please forgive me! I did it all for you, and all for nothing!"

Just then, all three began singing at the same time, not being able to understand anything when a new voice entered into the mix. One which none of them had ever heard before, and it was the most spectacular voice any of them have ever heard!

"You must be crazy, must be nuts, to think that any of this matters!"

The figure emerged from a small tunnel in the water. He was tall, wearing a white shirt and black pants. His hair was untouched. Brown, and a little messy, but well placed. His eyes were a dark blue, and he had a hawk-like nose. A little crooked. He stared at all three of them.

"Who is this ignorant boy?!" Christine, Raoul, and the Phantom sang in harmony.

The boy sang back to them, "I am no boy, but a man in search of his angel of music! Long have I guided you and kept this beast from harming you, and long have I stalked this rich boy who has no love for you and only your voice!"


"What you speak is rubbish to my ears!" sang Raoul.


"Repulsive scoundrel is this man who thinks Christine belongs to him!" sang the Phantom.


Christine remained silent as this stranger stared deep into her eyes. He was almost spirit-like. Like he wasn't a man, but a ghost.


"Insolent boys! These slaves of fashion! Resting in your glory! Ignorant fools! These brave old noobs! Sharing in your triumph!"


"Angel I hear you, speak, I listen! Stay by my side! Guide me! Angel, my soul, was weak, forgive me! Enter at last, master!"


"Flattering girl I'm no angel. You are the angel this night. There is no need for forgiveness, I have kept you blind!"


"Angel of music, guide and guar-"


Christine was cut off by the Phantom. "Let it be war upon this fool!"


The Phantom dropped the rope, releasing Raoul. Raoul, and the Phantom, both took their swords from their sheathes and pointed the tips of their blades at the stranger.


The stranger took a long, ornate sword from a sheath hidden on his back that he had to hold with two hands. He lifted it high above his head, and spoke these words, before the epic battle would begin.


"My name is Ryan, and I am the master of music!"

Part II, The Fight

Both girls stood back to back, waiting for the signal from Damon to begin. Damon looked down at them from his spot in a tree, admiring his jealous lovers. Gosh, I almost sicken myself sometimes. He smirked, then whistled. The instant the high pitched noise stopped, the girls went into action.

Before Amanda even had a chance to turn around, Chelsea had her by the hair and was trying her best to drag her onto the ground. Amanda shrieked in pain, and started kicking, hoping she could get Chelsea in a good spot. After a few more agonizing seconds, Amanda had Chelsea pushed up against a wall, trying to knock some wind out of her. Chelsea let go of Amanda's hair and as soon as there was enough space for her to move the teeniest bit, Chelsea ducked, letting Amanda wind herself on the wall. Amanda doubled over, trying to suck some air back in, while Chelsea ran off, towards the mysterious lake.

She stopped at the very edge. It was happening again. Chelsea started to feel as though something was coming over her, something telling her to just touch the water a little bit, to come just a tad closer. Chelsea's face began to turn blank, when she suddenly shook her head. "What am I doing? Damon told me not to get near the water." She turned around, only to have her nose less than an inch away from Amanda's. "Surprise." she said, her eyes cold. She shoved Chelsea, and Chelsea went splashing into the lake. Things began happening to Chelsea. Her face began twisting, her eyes growing larger, her hair growing shorter. Chelsea was screaming a silent scream, sinking faster, almost no longer visible.

As Amanda stood at the edge, her face in shock, there came a voice. "NOOO!" Amanda was thrown from the lake, and she saw a person reaching his whole right arm into the lake, in the spot where Chelsea was sinking. "Damon?" The person ignored her, still reaching around in the water. After a few moments, the person's arm stiffened. He grunted, and pulled as hard as he could. He fell back onto the grass, with Chelsea on his chest. Amanda gaped. "Who are you?! Why did you save her?!" The person was breathing hard, making Chelsea rise up and down. Chelsea started to moan, and Amanda noticed that she looked perfectly normal again, just wet. The man slowly started to get up, lifting Chelsea up in his arms. He stared at Amanda. "My name's Stefan. I'm Damon's brother." Amanda looked the man over. Sure, he had some resemblances, but brothers? It was almost impossible. "How do I know you're really Damon's brother?" Amanda asked, not knowing why it mattered. "Damon brought both of you here, tried to woo you, and left you two to fight over him. You think you love him more, even though you don't even know him." Amanda just looked at Stefan. "How did you know all of that?" Stefan sighed. "Because he's done things like that before." Amanda didn't say anything. Stefan looked up, towards the trees. "You can come out now, Damon. I think you've had enough fun."

NEXT UP: Part III, Reunions

(this one was very bad, but I couldn't figure out anything better.)

Chapter 1: Names

Wal-Mart was always boisterous and annoying during Christmas season, and Aidan Snow hated it more than anything. All these people buying gifts for family and friends, some out of obligation, some out of wrong motive, and some out of love.

"So stupid," Aidan muttered under his breath.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror while washing his hands. His dark blue eyes were heavy from serious lack of sleep. His brown shaggy hair was messy and greasy. He didn't care about his hygiene very much, although he didn't smell bad. His nose was a little crooked, but that didn't seem to turn away the beautiful girls that always passed flirtatious comments about his "good looks". Aidan didn't care. He had no interest in any relationship of any kind.

"Back to work."

Aidan threw the wet paper towel in the garbage can and pushed the door open and went back to his register. He opened the register and people came flooding into the lane, putting all of their items onto the belt. Aidan played the part of pretending he enjoyed his job, and talked to the customers a little bit. Some were nice, some were mean, some on the phone. This annoyed Aidan. All of them annoyed Aidan.

After a few more hours, his shift was over. His replacement, Jimmy, an annoying seventeen year old snob, took over the register.

"See ya later, Aidan," he said in a mocking tone. If Aidan were seventeen and not twenty-five, he would beat the kid to death. Aidan had no desire to go to prison though, and that was the only thing that held him back.

Aidan went to the locker room and grabbed his stuff, then headed to his car in the back parking lot. It was a 1994 Honda Accord. It was black, rusty, and nothing anyone would want to drive. He loved his car though. He got in the front seat, turned the key, and drove off to his apartment.

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Aidan opened the door, and it creaked each inch it opened. Aidan hated this place. It was too much of a dump. For the money he pays, it should at least be more maintained.

Aidan threw his coat on the floor, and grabbed a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge. He popped open the lid and started gulping it down as he crashed on the couch and turned on the TV. A movie called August Rush was playing.

"Figures it would be about music. . ."

Aidan threw the remote at the TV. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He kept on staring, thinking about the days when his life wasn't like this. Thinking about when he was in love, had a family, had friends, and when he had his music. It didn't matter to him now.

Aidan began to feel very hot. This was a daily thing. He'd get really hot, and then sometimes he'd get really cold. He didn't know why, but it was never really serious.

Aidan closed his eyes, and tried to drift into sleep, but a knock on the door pulled him back to the world.

"Who in the world!?"

Aidan got up slowly and opened the door to find a small woman standing there. She was probably 5'2, at least a whole foot shorter than Aidan. She was wearing a red sweater and a long black skirt. She had long, scarlet colored hair and a beautiful face. Her eyes were deep, and yet every time you looked into them, you couldn't help but get lost in the beauty of those eyes.

"Hello, Aidan."

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"No," she responded. "I'm Krystal Fiamette. May I come in?"

"What do you want?" Aidan asked angrily.

Without answering, the woman stepped in. She looked no older than 25 to Aidan. She might even be 18. He didn't know. She walked to the couch and sat down gracefully, propping her right leg over her left.

"Do you make it a habit of walking into a strange man's home?"

"First time," she responded. "Never even been in a single man's house. I have a lonely life."

Aidan was growing impatient with her friendly personality. She was too calm. Too nice and too outgoing. Aidan decided not to trust her from this moment on.

"What's with the skirt? You one of those legalistic people?"

"It's called being formal. Now, down to the reason of my visit."

"You mean intrusion."

She said nothing or responded in any type of way as if she heard that. "Are you aware of what Aidan means?"

"Fire. What in the world does that matter?!"

She smiled and stood up again. "Your last name is Snow. Aidan Snow. It's pretty funny that those two names happen to mean fire and ice, or cold."

Aidan was almost furious now. "You barged into my house to make sure I knew what my first and last name means? You are one crazy lady. I think you should get out before I call the police."

"Your name is Aidan Snow. You are a cashier at Wal-Mart. You were born in Lafayette, Tennessee. You were homeschooled your whole life. You were a prodigy. You could play the piano like no other. You had your mother, and your father, who were gone a lot and traveled a lot. Your siblings are dead. You have no friends left. They all abandoned you. You experience a fire-like feeling everyday, and then a very cold feeling, am I correct?"

Aidan was silent for only a few moments. "So, you are a stalker. I'm calling the cops."

"I can assure you I'm not a stalker. Up until two weeks ago I was normal just like you, until I had a similar  visit from a strange man. You will meet him soon enough, whether you want to or not."

"Is that a threat?"

"My name is Krystal Fiamette, as I have said. Krystal means ice, and Fiamette is a Latin name for fire. No coincidence that you and I happen to have names that mean fire and ice, is it?"

"So our parents wanted to be funny and give us names that mean fire and ice. Big deal. What importance does names have to do with anything?"

"A lot more than either of us can comprehend at this point. I barely know anymore than you do at this point, which is why I need you to come with me. I need you to trust me."

"That's not going to happen."

Krystal sighed, then approached Aidan. "Then I guess I'll just have to force you to come."

Krystal threw her fist right at Aidan's face. Aidan raised his arm quickly and grabbed her oncoming fist. "Nice try, but I'm a third deg-"

Krystal's heel made contact with Aidan's jaw before he could even think about finishing his sentence. He fell to the ground with a hard thud and didn't move again.

"Men. Always so difficult!"

UPDATE

Just so everyone knows, I will begin writing Part II, The Fight sometime in the very near future! Not to be making excuses, but I've had a small case of writer's block. But now that I've caught back up on V.D., I will begin writing as soon as possible! Thanks to anyone who reads Our Super Stories and goodnight!

RC vs. Pepsi

"LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE-!

*cue jumpy rocking music*

RC stands in one corner, water pouring down his lid, as his opponent, Pepsi, jumps up and down getting pumped. The bell rings and the two fighters begin to move. RC falls and rolls right into Pepsi, knocking him down hard.

"Ouch! That has got to hurt!" screamed the announcer, Dr. Pepper.

"Yes, it does, but his form of rolling was fantastic!" shouted the second announcer, Mt. Dew.

Pepsi quickly regained his footing and slammed into RC. RC quickly retaliated and Pepsi began hitting. They hit each other for several minutes, busting caps and spilling liquid everywhere. Pepsi and RC were halfway empty, all energy almost lost.

Pepsi slammed into RC, knocking him down and spilling more liquid. RC was about to give up. All he had worked for would be lost. It was his last fight, and it was almost over. Then he saw his beloved wife, Crush, and knew he had to finish for her.

In one swift move, RC did a spin hit right into Pepsi, going right through his body, spilling the rest of the can's liquid onto the mat. Pepsi stayed on the ground and lost the fight, and RC stood victorious, soaking in liquid. He raised his cap high, and his wife Crush joined him, and together they shared in his triumph!

The End!

Part I, Jealousy

They were both in a state of shock. The place where he had taken them was beautiful, if not somewhat cheesy. They had been taken to an old cottage by a lake, in a part of America they didn't know. Heck, who was to say they were even in America anymore? The cottage had a sort of cozy yet simple charm. From what the girls could tell, the building was two stories with the perfect shudders and the perfect door and the perfect variation of flowers around the outside. As perfect as the cottage was, it was nothing in comparison to the lake that was but a few yards away. It's normally clear water looked inky black in the late night. The moon light was just enough to where the water sparkled in an eerie way, somewhat entrancing. Just as the girls were beginning to walk towards the water, maybe to reach out and touch it, they were pulled back with a sudden force. "Why do I always have to play the good guy?" Damon asked, his voice slightly whinny. The girls said nothing, still in a daze from the lake. Damon rolled his eyes, then took the blond by the shoulders. "Amanda, look at me. You will not go towards the water again." Damon's pupils were widening, his gaze intense. Amanda stared straight into his eyes and spoke. "I will not go towards the water again." Damon smiled. "That's a good girl." He turned to the other girl. "Now it's your turn." He repeated the process, and the girl got the same mesmerized look as the other had gotten. Damon backed off a step, and grinned. He'd really outdone himself this time. Taking two girls, both from the same town, and bringing them to this certain location was really quite brilliant. How could the possibly resist him? He definitely had the upper hand, but then again, he usually did."So, ladies. Let's get down to business." Damon scooped both girls into his arms, and ran to a gazebo on the other side of the lake...all in less than 10 seconds. The girls were awake now, but still, they weren't scared. The brunette blinked, then looked around. "Where are we?" "Dear Chelsea, does it really matter? I mean, you've got me with you." Chelsea just looked at Damon, staring him down. Her gaze was so steady, that Damon almost gave in and looked away. Almost. "Chelsea," Damon said, going to her side and sitting her down on the bench. "You know I love you. That's why I went through the trouble of bringing you here. So why don't you just be a good little damsel in distress and just..." "And what's the story for me?" Amanda asked, glaring at Damon's hand on Chelsea's. "I suppose you love me too?" Damon sighed dramatically, and turned to Amanda. "Why is it so hard to understand that I love you both and want you both with me? Can't a guy be happy every once and awhile?" "What about us?" Chelsea demanded. "Why do we have to share you? How do you know that one of us is lying about her feelings for you." Amanda whipped her head around to glare at Chelsea. "And just what," she asked, her teeth bared behind her lips, " are you saying?" Chelsea scoffed. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm trying to say! I'm saying that we all know that I love Damon more than you and that we both know that Damon prefers me anyways!" Right as Amanda was fixing to retort, Damon stepped in between the two. "Girls, girls! This is exactly why you have to share. Trust me, there's plenty of Damon to go around. Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, I think..." "Wait!" Amanda grabbed Damon's arm and looked up at him with her most innocent face. "Damon," she said, her voice taking on a pouty tone. "I would really like to know who you love more. If you can just prove to Chelsea that you love me most, then I'd be willing to share you." Damon's face was that of shock. He quickly composed himself, but all the time was thinking, Crap! Crap crap crap. I did NOT see this coming...Time to lay on the charm. Damon cleared his throat. "My dearest lovers. I simply cannot pick between the two of you. There's so much that I love about the both of you, that I just can't live with one's perfections without the other's!" He smiled his sweetest smile, and hoped that that cheesy line would save the night. It didn't. "Damon, please don't insult us. We're not going to fall for a line like that." Chelsea tapped her foot impatiently. "Just tell us who you love more!". Damon's jaw twitched, a sign of irritation. "Ok girls, here's the thing. I love you both but seeing as that means nothing to either of you, I'm going to try something new. How about the both of you duke it out amongst yourselves, and when you're done, I'll turn the "most loved" into my own personal vampy girlfriend." Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Girlfriend? If you love us so much, why not make one of us your wife?" Damon snorted. "Please, wife? Too much commitment." Chelsea smirked at Amanda. "See? It's obvious I love him more. I don't feel the need to question his every move." Amanda rolled her eyes. "You know what, Chels? Bite me." "I can do it for her..." Damon said mischievously. Amanda beamed while Chelsea scowled. "Are you two going to fight or not? I'd really like to move on with my life." Chelsea gave Damon a look. "It's not like you're getting any older though, is it?" Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled. "Ahh, I like my girls with some wit. Now, hurry up! I have things to do, places to be, people to eat."

Tune in next time for: Part II, The Fight

(Oh, and just so you know, I'm fully aware that this is really bad.)

Random post

I deleted my last new story because I did not like it, it was dreadful. So for now this is my story until I finish something worth reading.

There was once a small rat named Joe. He was a good rat, one who enjoyed many of life's delights.
One day Joe met a friend, Rocket the Ant. Later that day Joe decided he was  hungry then ate his beloved new friend Rocket the Ant.
 The end...