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The world is connected. Our past, present and future are connected. We cannot escape Fate.
However, there is a way. You have to participate in The Game – Maze.
There lies a Catch, only the Chosen can choose to play the Game and failure is not tolerated.
Failures are thrown into the abyss of hell , erased forever and lost in the black hole.
A Terrible Fate that awaits the losers of the Game.
Mississippi – Marshall trudged into a pub, heave a sigh. The bartender looked up, “Oh well, it Old Mars!”
“Howdy, join us for a pint and tell us your tales.” roared deliciously as one of the cowboy
whisked away the remaining beer and showed a thumb up.
Marshall gave a faint grin and headed for bar. His shoulders hunched backward, his
heavy breathing has a rhythmic beat to it. Marshall slotted into the seat nicely.
“Gimme Sportade” Marshall requested.
“As usual, Mars, cracking too many tough nuts and jobs?”
“Beating the **** of the enemies, Hey look!” Marshall beckoned the Bartender closer
waving his hand. “Joey, got a hunch about the Black Leopard? I want to bum him off”
“There a hooded mystery guy. Said he got something about Black Leopard for you.
Behind that door, be careful though, he looks suspicious.”
Marshall eyes glowed in rage, his shoulder once hunched was firmly standing upright.
He feels vitalized with the pleasure of driving his fist and pummels the bastard face.
He will not forgive. He will not forget. He will make him … pay
Marshall strode quickly to the door and swung it opened.
In the corner, he saw a masked man with black cape.
“Hey you, we should talk.” Marshall said.
The figure did nothing. Marshall approached him, walked deliberately with small steps.
He couldn’t help notice the graffiti on the wall such as “Your Game Began Here” and
“In Fate, We Believe, In Love, We Dream, In Hate, We Kill”.
“What the heck…”Marshall thought. This was never there for as long as I hang in this
pub for a couple of years.
As he advanced towards the figure, Marshall felt an instant of icy chilliness running down
his entire body, he moved his hand again, only to feel that the enigmatic visitor
was playing a trick on him.
“ Why you….” as he rammed his fist thrust towards figure. As his fist connected to
the mask of the unwelcome visitor, he felt cold sharp pain and wringed his hand.
Marshall panted, he has never see such an opponent before.
“Marshall Edward, you seek revenge for Rose Woodworth, your beloved. I can grant you
the wish to have you avenge Black Leopard.”
“Who the… you think you are,” roared Marshall as he brought his fist toward
the table and the table went flying apart.
“Be Calm, my friend. I have no name, will you offer what I have or do you wish me
to force you ?”
Young Impudent punk
Seeing the sword in the weapon rack, Marshall seized the broadsword
and charged at him. “Do not attack thy messenger”
Marshall saw a twinkle in his eyes before feeling the pain in the stomach.
He could only saw darkness engulfed him and his eyesight was failing him.
The sight of the evil laughter. Black Leopard. Rose. Nooooooo.
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HMMMMM.... very interesting!! I must say I read it curiously, wondering what'll happen... It was nicely written. Again, your details are what makes me pulled to your story. You have grammer mistakes, especially using the past tense and the simple tense together, and using the Present Perfect Tense instead of Past Perfect... but its not bad, since you can still understand what you meant.
And to be honest, grammer mistakes are expected, english is not your mother language anyway, is it? It isnt my mother lang. either! I make a bunch of mistakes!
Thank you for the share!
Thanks for the review. It's just that I need to improve my efficiency and command of English
through more walking. Grammar my worst enemy of all. Do you think is weird that I am the
only guy that like Literature but the English is still sub-standard. I will have to work hard.
Elanra -san, your stories are much lively and detailed-orientated. Write romance is a tough
nut to crack and if you ask me to write it, I couldn't think of anything to write.
PS: have 2 spoilers spoil the text formats and I solved this problem, Yay!
Shibuya – Ziro cuts a lone figure in the park. He was always been mocked
and jeered by the people of his class. Today, he will have to buy bread and lunch
for the Kejuma Gang or risk beaten up by them. Injuries are common to
him as part of his parcel of life.
Why is my purpose here? Life is meaningless
Ziro paused and looked at the wandering dog, it’s little cute black eye bores at you,
melting the coldness of his heart with its innocence. The brown patched dog did a
hand stand and offer his paw to Ziro.
Ziro was flabbergasted; he had at least someone who can share his hurt, a companion.
“Isn’t that the loser Zero!”, Kejuma snickered. The two brutes, Aikro and Setsuna
twisted their smiles and cracked their knuckles.
“ Ke…ke…ju…ju..ma…”stammered Ziro, crouched his body and retreating his distance from them.
Setsuna lifted the dog up. “Woof, Woof, Woof”
“Stop it please!” Ziro bowed to Kejuma.
Kejuma ignored him and snapped his finger.
“1, 2, 3!”
Setsuna dropped the dog, while Aikro moved in with a sweeping kick.
The dog yelped and whimpered behind a rubbish bin.
“Remember, we are your friends. If you forget us, we won’t be happy with you.” Kejuma
glared at Ziro menacingly as he thrust his face close to Ziro. Ziro staggered back, beads of
perspiration was all over him and his uniform feels colder than before. ‘Urgh…yes’,
with his heart in his mouth, his face palpating with sweat, all he could do was to be submissive.
“So noisy, could you guys please leave the park before something nasty happened?”,
a disgruntled voice. Kejuma scanned the scenery, ah, there was this guy who was sleeping
in the park bench and yet he has the guts to challenge him.
With an affirmative nod, Kejuma’s gang flanked the sleeping guy on the bench.
“ Hey, I’m telling you to get up and lick my shoes and I will be magnanimous with you.
Or you could end up as the doo-doo over that.”
“Don’t bother my sleep, little ones.”
Flaring up, the two goons lifted the sleeping guy and threw him towards
the water fountain. The guy landed with a thud, like a lifeless corpse.
“Haahahaha… those who oppose me will never prevails.”
Setsuna and Aikro joined in the laughter. They prattled towards the body and kicked at the body.
A foot appeared onto the laughing face on Setsuna, knocking him backwards.
“Get him, he was faking it.”
With a hurricane handstand, the sleeping guy using momentum, spinning his legs in air,
knocking Aikro and Kejuma backwards.
Kejuma covered his mouth with his hand. He could taste the bitter, metallic mouthfeel
of his blood. This was the first time he tasted his own blood in a fight. Much to his chargin,
he noticed he loses 2 teeth. The Kejuma’s gang gathered together and charge in
a tri-attack sequence with the hope of abetting the guy into a trap.
Sleeping guy leaped in the air and slammed his right leg against Aikro, sending him
sprawling on the floor. Just as they hesitated and turn their attention towards Aikro,
the sleeping guy landed on Setsuna, driving his elbow into Setsuna’s stomach. Setsuna’s
face turned green and he moaned before dropping to the ground.
Kejuma sensing all was lost, slipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a knife and
a pepper spray. “This time you will die” a line slowly creased into a smile on Kejuma’s face.
Using the pepper spray, Kejuma sprayed at the sleeping guy. “How do you like it?”
Kejuma yelled as he thought he got him as the figure did not move. On closer look,
he was fooled.It was that guy’s jacket. Damn.
Sleeping guy kicked the pepper spray out of his hand. Kejuma retreated a few steps.
Burning with much anger and annoyance, the coolness and ignorance for him was like
a thousand pins prickling him non-stop. There was no one before in Namakura High
who would pick a fight with him.
Kejuma thrush the knife at the Sleeping guy and managed to slice off his clothes.
With a wicked grin, Kejuma lunged at the sleeping guy again. Sleeping guy kicked
his foots against the ground and went flying toward Kejuma.
“ Shit, ain’t gonna take me down.”
The sleeping guy launched his feet and plunged into Kejuma’s face.
The 2 goons, Aikro and Setsuna who managed to recover , dragged their defeated
leader Kejuma away and scorned.
“ We’ll be back. Just your luck today, punk.” waving their conceited middle finger
before chasing their tails.
“What a bothersome trio of idiots. Took a scrap of me though, time to find another sleeping spot.”
Ziro shouted ,’Hey wait, mister what is your name?”
“Name: Jin Nakamatchi, boy, watch your own back next time.” before turning his head
and heading toward the other direction.
Ziro rushed and caught up with him, “Jin, please teach me how to be strong”, panted Ziro,
his hand on his kneecaps as he bent to catch a gasp of air.
“ Why do you want to be strong?”
“ To protect myself against those bullies, to be able to live my life peacefully
without fear and sadness, and to be respect.”
“Those who sought strength and power for revenge will likely fall.” Jin replied.
“But you are strong, with power I will not be helpless. With strength, those
classmates of mine would not mock me anymore, please Jin.” Ziro tugged at the
sleeve of Jin.
“Power and strength come with a price. Do you desire power and strength so much?
Do not be foolhardy and live a simple life. Power corrupts most people, a simple man
with much less to worry or a man with power entangled with problems to his heart’s
content. Please do the walk the way of power which would lead to destruction.”
Jin stated, staring with his pensive eyes.
Ziro feel a moment of intensity. Such fearful killer instinct from Jin.
Ziro pleaded with Jin, “Please take pity on me and teach me how to protect myself.”
Jin eyed Ziro, paused and said, “We’ll definitely meet again if thou sought thy power,
but sometimes using power come with regret, visit the Ancient Shop and you will know.
“ Hey… Wait… Jin.” Ziro stammered, grasping the air as Jin
get smaller and smaller from the back view.
“Ancient Shop… ? “ pondered Ziro.
Ziro decided to went home instead. Tokyo had never fit him and it would never fit him.
School is such a chore, with both parents working and no people protect
from the epitome of bullying, that really pathetic of me.
He jumped on the bed; embraced the warmth comfort of the cozy bed, with no danger.
“Will I remain this weak? Can I change Fate?”
His eyelid dropped quickly. His body wailed in frustration. His arms and legs were calling a day.
Thousand iron weight encumbered on him, Ziro was tired. Tired. Of. Everything. For once, he was …tired.
“Come child of dream, unlock your wrath and destroy those that vilified you”
Ziro found himself looking at the dilapidated hut. Ancient Shop. He pushed the door
open , and strode in. The place was totally clean slate and well furnished. The furniture
was made of teak wood and blended with the oak-like environment.
“Welcome child of dream, to what you seek is here, but there are prices.” the masked
cloaked figure said as he walked through the wall.
Ziro gasped and stared at him.
This must be a dream
“It is a dream and not one, Dreamweaver, perhaps you seek the power of dream,
your memories of the past was locked by the sins of present age.”
“How do you know?”
“Dreamweaver, I am a messenger, I know what is vital for the recipient. Do you
wish to unlock the sleeping ability of your?” the cloak figure hovered round him.
“What will be the price?”
“Participation in the Game – Maze, Failure would result in erase of existence.”
“I accept the price.”
Ziro felt a stinging sensation to his hand. He watched his hand basking in the
ray of light. This must be it.
“Ziro, time to have dinner!”
Ziro found himself lying on the bed, caressing his bolster in his hand, his blanket lies
mopping at the corner. Walking groggily, he made his way down the stairs.
“Was that a dream?”
Ziro stuffed himself full before heading upstairs. He was quite sure he obtained
some form of power.
The image of Kejuma flashed through his mind. Ziro shivered uncontrollably.
”If I am the Dreamweaver, maybe I have power in Dreams, maybe I can wreck
people dreams or …” Ziro smiled to himself.
He plunged himself into the bed and plot the comedy death of the trio. “To die
horrific in accident, to be stab in the back by his best friend and to be lynch
to death by yazuka.”
24 Jan 2010. – “Teen dead left found in Street of Shibuya Street.”
“Demise of the Kejuma’s gang” screamed in the headlines of the Japanese newspapers.
Pictures of the trio dead bodies splash big.
Ziro was shocked but he smiled.
They deserve it.
It was midnight. A night fits for to bath their blood. The crescent moon grins
wickedly abated in the bloodbath of the vastness red sky. All was set to occur.
Aikro and Setsuna were trolling around the Ichiban Ramen.
Setsuna whipped out his phone and press close to his ear.
“You are going to be rammed by a heavy trailer, a blue one. Have fun.”, a cold raspy voice
vibrating through his eardrum before here a snicker of laughter.
“Who was that?” Aikro quizzed Setsuna as he wiped off the last ebi(prawn) sushi from
“A ******* bastard who curse me to be rammed by a blue trailer. I will teach that
coward personally a lesson if I see him.”, Setsuna clenched and unclenched his fists.
“Hey, let go cool off at Echizen Hangout!” Aikro patted Setsuna’s shoulder.
As they were walking down the street , they couldn’t help receiving the irresistible charm of the two girls.
Sporting long black hair, as she walked, her hair bounced with joy, the exuberant charm
rubs off her counterpart, bubbling faces with radiance, illuminating the light in the beautiful
Shibuya street. Her eyes sparkling with liveliness, the birds chirping sweetly as joining in the
orchestra of a happy tune. Her melodiously voice soothed the avatar of bitterness as
it bring peace to the heart and calm the mind. Her smile seemed like a genuine goddess
of fortune fawning you with luck and fortune. Your heart feels like skip to her rhythm
and hopefully in terms beating as one together.
Just a look. Anything. Even a phone number will make you the luckiest guy of the day.
Setsuna smiled to himself, “I’m going to get the hot chick”
Aikro chimed in, “A rare beauty.Just like in dream.” with a dreamy look on his face,
drooling on his lips.
Setsuna felt the urge of burning temptation. His every cells was urging on, “Go on,
hit it,” Moving on instinct, Setsuna swirled around, calling out loud, “Hey pretty girls,
care to have a moment?” as he flashed his eager beaver smile.
Sensing that trouble awaits them, the girls shrieked and up their paces.
“Walk little mousse, I want you.”
Setsuna paced up and grabbed the hand of the black long hair girl,
the girl squeaked in pain, “ Let go of me!”
“You are mine,” Setsuna smiled with a viciously grin, as he feels like battling a personal conquest.
The girl mustered all her might and kicked out at him.
“Whoa, can be quite fierce~~” Setsuna exclaimed and he watch in amusement of
the struggle put up by the petrified girl.
As Setsuna turned his head, a blue trailer banged into Setsuna, sending Setsuna flying off
the road, ripples through his bones, he taste the bitter,saltiness of his blood.
He saw a skeleton smiling at him with a Death Scythe, he smiled, “ I guess that the end of me.”
The hooded figure upon seeing the scene, left the rooftop.
Aikro’s death was well received and recalling the fallen crest on his face and the shock
was a pleasure to Ziro. What pleases him most was that the punk Kejuma lynched to
death by Yazuka, with him face battered and almost unrecognizable.
Ziro smiled to himself, “Justice is delivered by my hand.” as a dark shadow loomed
across his face.
30 Jan 2010. – The hooded creature smiled to itself, placing a fake Kejuma note
stating that he was meeting Ziro on 24 Jan 2010. “Haha, go quickly to Zephic,
the Maze awaits you.”
The doorbell rang. Ziro peeped through the hole. Two Japanese constables were
standing out his house.
Ziro broke into beads of perspiration. They must have known or suspect me.
How come they know about my power? These thought whirled in his mind as
he straightened himself up.
He reached for the door knob and opened it.
One of the constables showed his card, “I’m Police Officer Takagamchi, Ziro,
you are under the suspect related to death of Kejuma, please come to the police
post and help us in the investigation. I hereby arrest you as a suspect.”
Ziro eyebrow narrowed which betrayed himself. He heard himself saying,
“Run,run, run and hide from this dirty vermin of fear, so you yourself are a
champion of running, so what is running with 2 pops on your tail.”
Ziro bolted past the constables and found his legs carried as fast as he could.
“Stop!”Waving his baton as the constable runs, he caught up with Ziro.
Ignoring his outstretched grab, Ziro turned himself and rushes through
the corner,seeing the vandalized wall, he halted his tracks.
Both the constables caught up to him.He was trapped like a rat, unable to
escape from clutches of the cat.
Ziro surprised himself by jumping against the wall repeatedly to scale
the height before jumping over the barbed fence. The constables were
left open mouthed, rooted to their spots by this element of surprise.
“Quick, go after him!”
The heavy footsteps echoed as the men in blue taking a detour
hoping to catch the suspect in their line of duty.
"Perish foolish young men, do not hinder the child."the cloaked figure laughed
as he watched the two constables consume by the darkness until not
a single trace of existence was left.
Ziro found himself entering a strange door.
“ I am been waiting for you, son of Dream, Dreamweaver,
your oath.”, the hooded figure croaked.
“To enter the Maze?”questioned Ziro.
“The portal Gate,” the hooded figure replied, as he motioned his hand towards the
dimension gate. It was swirling with a spectrum of colours continuously and acts like
a playful child, dabbing some random inspired artist sketches.
Ziro stepped in and a bright light enclosed all.
The hooded figure gleamed in it’s eyes,
“the second player up the ante, now I shalt fetch the rest”
Jin Nakamatchi yawned, today has been a month since he graded from high school.
Unable to find a job due to his laziness, he spend his time doodling around like
a travelling ronin.
He knew that weird things had been happening around Shibuya as the result of Ziro
inheritance of Dreamweaver, things had been to move.
“So bothersome,” yawned Jin as he stretched his arms.
“Stop hiding down there, Nameless one,”
The masked figure stepped out from the shadow.
“I already told you that the Game – Maze hold no interest for me.” Jin raised his
voice as he stated each word.
“You are the inheritance of the gift. You must abide by the rules. Child of Knowledge.”
You know it yourself, don’t you. You can’t escape Fate forever.
“Very well, let have a game. If I can solve the riddle, Nameless one, messenger,
you shalt not appear anymore in my presence regarding this issue.” Jin challenge the
“I accept thy challenge,” the Nameless one smiled.
“ Child of Knowledge, I, Nameless One will seek a bout of challenging each other with
puzzles to decide the entry to enter Maze ,the Game.”
“What has two legs that cannot walk properly, has two hands which cannot hold properly?
“ A dog standing on two legs.”
“ What is the most hypocrite word that everyone use in everyday discriminatingly?”
“ Live, if you look into the mirror which is EVIL (laterally inverted) making
us like a hypocrite as we commit evil to live which normally we claimed
we live as we do not do evil.”
“Well done.But there lies more difficult puzzles.”
“ He who makes it does not need it,
He who buys it does not use it,
He who uses it does not know it .
What is it?”
“ Hmm… a coffin.”
Breathing deeply, the Nameless One continued
“What goes up when rain comes down?”
“ An umbrella”
The Nameless One was twitchingly slightly and glanced at Jin. Jin caused it’s stare
and smiled widely. The Nameless One scowled as it continue to pound its head
for harder puzzles and riddles.
“ A night shift guard,while on patrol at night, dreams that the king will
die in a plane crash. He tells the king in the morning, but the king tells
him not to worry, and flies anyway. When he returns from his trip, he fires
the night shift guard. Why does the king fires the night shift guard?
“ Let me think… The night shift was slacking on the job as he was dreaming
thus he was sleeping on the job.That why he was fired.”
The scowl upon the face on the Nameless One become bigger
while the smirk forms on Jin’s become bigger as well.
“What so fragile that when you say its name you break it?”
“Until I am measured, I am not known.
Yet how you miss me, When I have flown.”
“My posterior is adorned with feathers.
I have a rather long neck and quite a pretty nose.
I am able to fly, yet I have no wings. What am I ?”
“ An arrow.” as Jin shrugged his shoulders,
oh my , I think my dream of slacking could be obtain.
The Nameless cracked, “ I shalt ask thou this last riddle,”
“ What is the Nameless One true’s name? It is not Nameless, as I have a name that is
Jin stared hard at the Nameless One, declared, “that should be void, it is totally unfair
as the mere mention of your true Name, I will have to do your bidding. Neither can
I answer wrongly as I still will be in the Game – Maze.”
Jin glared at the Nameless One, “such deals are unfair even to the Child! I will enter
the Game – Maze but with conditions.”
The Nameless One smiled, “ I was expecting to hear something like this. Let’s hear
“There should be no involvement from you once the Maze started. I do know
that of all the children, one of the them will remain standing. It is that I wish
that those who are weak-willed are barred from the Game. And I wish to meet
with Dreamweaver and …”
“Granted , you may meet Dreamweaver and … , I , myself , a messenger will not
be involved but weak- willed children will still be in-game. If you want to change
the rules, Win the Maze, and challenge Fate. Professor.”
Woaaaaa.................. this is quite interesting!! I loved the riddles! Where did you find them?!? Thats soo smart! Well done! You didnt have THAT much grammer mistakes in these three posts, just here and there... I can say its really a very intriguing story.. I'll be expecting to read more of this..
Once again your details and descriptions were good, especially when you were describing the long black haired girl. Well done!
Thank you for the share!
For the riddles, i went to the internet and search for it. Reading through many riddles, I handpicked some of the very best and
slot into the stories itself. Hehe, Thanks for reading it. Will do research again and start writing.
France – Medieval age 1725
“Sir Camelot, We are preparing war against the British. Currently, they are moving
at 5 acres and will reach Le Coparde in 3 days times.” the messenger saluted.
Nodding, Sir Camelot dismissed him.
We need to build up the fortification and evade the civilians.
Plodding around as he watched his men sparring in battles, the clashing of sword
rings violently in the background, the sight of men running and carrying stones.
Gertude moved his hand on Sir Camelot’s shoulder and shook him.
Sir Camelot found himself seeing a familiar face.
“Why, it’s you, Gertude!” Sir Camelot roared deliciously, the heaviness enhanced
armor on him was broken and he was walking with a bounce in his steps.
“Men, take a rest.”
Sir Camelot put his hands around Gertude and showed him the way to the tent.
Sir Camelot smiled as he looked at Gertude.
The young lad had grown. Look like Glendan.
“Gertude, how was your mission?”
“We managed to cut the British supplies and raid their camps. Currently, they on the defensive
at Meridall but a large number of troops are coming here to try and conquer the stronghold at
Le Coparde. Though we managed to eliminate some but still a lot are to come.”
“Have your best men ride around and mock them. We need to draw their attention away
before we have a strong fort that can resist them for some time. I will lend you 500 men.
Use them well.”
“I was thinking of planning of an ambush. The Brits are on tenterhooks due to the action
caused by our raiding and my bounty raised significantly. My appearance would have their
galls to be burnt and their swords are sharpened to taste my blood, nonetheless,
by ambushing them in the Nottingham Forest, they appear apprehension and advanced slowly.”
“I will not put you in such danger, Gertude , you are as dear as my son.
I will not put you on a foolish death.” Camelot stood up and prances around.
“Get some men dig some holes and add spikes for our English friends. We will build a fake wall.
And also add 100 archers behind the high areas. We shalt send them greeting with open hands
warmly. Have people built some stakes before setting the hole-trap. Under the false pretence of
camping there, they would rush to attack us and fall into the trap.”
“The British would cower in their pants and piss out the Butterbeer, but the one we need
to watch is Sir Lancelot. He is an excellent knight skilled in fighting.”
“Let me make haste, while the sun still shines.”
“Let us see the whimper of the dogs.” Camelot smiled.
“Men, let us set sail to the victory of our motherland!”, the whole squad roared with cheers.
“Get the stink British Brats off their feet.”
Jumping on the horse, Gertude motioned his men and they began to move out in an
Sitting in the middle of the prelooming war, the little church hums to itself peacefully,
ignorant of the pretext that the war is looming. The lovely flowers basked in the gentle breeze,
emanating the radiance of life, the joyfulness of being quiet, of being relaxing.
A nun carrying the water pot, whistling sweetly as the mynahs flying in the air,
enjoying the fragment of peace which was threatened by the vast egos of man.
It was not long before the fragile peace was broken by large chatter of enthusiasm.
“Sister Cygnus, come play with us.” the children demanded in unison as
they surrounded her, there was a child tugging to her uniform. These
children bear a sad past and yet their smiles were innocent smiles.
Living in bliss amid they have no parent. The Strength, will and courage
they give to each other was obvious as like a tight-knit family.
thank you for the share,
is it just me or is this chapter is like.. half?? incomplete? It gives an impression like that... But otherwise, once again I am amazed with the way you write
The King Arthur Legend and anything relevant to it is greatly within my interest. It was a nice turn of events that suddenly they are included in your story too
Oh elanra san, this is just a part of the opening, still doing more research and thinking of that before I write out , the continue part.
Thanks a lot for reading the story.
The clogging of the hooves echoes past the forest. The rampant steeping has left
uneven hills of grass, some sunken into the mud. The wild animals flee at the very
sight of humans, dreading as it some contagious epidemic disease.
Sir Lancelot held his rein, the magnificent white horse as it understood the message,
halted his momentum and the sounds of boots withered away.
He turned and addressed his battalion, “ We, the Brits are going on fighting a war,
a war that will cost your lives. Many will die in the battlefield. Many will not live to
survive to return to their loved ones, but brave soldiers, we fight to defend our
motherland against the stink of France. Never shalt we live to allow to fellow to
soil our motherland. We have to take back Le Coparde
and drive them back to where they belong ~ in the sewer!”
The soldiers roared in unison, fired up by the speech of Sir Lancelot,
they started singing
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter her enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
Oh, save us all!
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign;
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Le Coparde – The heave ho of men chanting loudly as they stuck their hoes
in the ground. The earth spat out the mud like a kid emptying vegetables from his
plate with a distasteful look. Mud piling on the ground was transport into a shed.
“ Get ‘em , we need them for the welcome party in France. The Brits will remember our
grand red carpet rolling out for them ,” Gertude said, rubbing his chin in glee.
The groundwork was to be completed in two day and all preparations left was the spikes
waiting to pierce through the enemies bodies. What needed were the people to take a very
big risk and fight a losing war and die in order for France to win. Some of them need to die,
just to make the enemy think it is real and not a trap. Looking around, Gertude creased his
smile as a frown appeared on his forehead, he shouldn’t waste such good men, they were
good men and good men for the beloved France.
They have talent.They have what it take for France to succeed.
They must live and survived. They can change. A New Age.
As the wind blew gentle against the willows, the sparrows chipping in to the beat, the sun
gazing at the earth with its warmth, the children were consumed innocently in their play.
Disaster appeared to knock on their door.
Never they have thought that this would be the last day they would be together.
Never they have the idea of separation to creep into their minds.
For them, everyday day is a blissful sunlight and they tried to live their lives while forgo their facts
that they were orphans. Either abandoned or left on the street to die, Sister Cygnus was their salvation.
The sound of deafening roar and hooves rocked the church from its peaceful slumber.
The children huddled together in fright and for comfort.
"Sister Cygnus, are we in trouble>," cried a little girl as she tried as much to wipe away
the tears off the face and put up a brave front. Fear was painted on her face and beads
of perspiration formed on her necks.She squeezed Sister Cygnus's hand tightly.
Cygus embraced her and said calmly to the child,
"Don't be afraid, Pray to God, Harm will not befall thee and all."