The guard awaited them at lift no. 4, he was carrying a light assault rifle, and wore the uniform of the imperial army. The three stepped into the lift bound for the 22nd floor, but Walker had other plans. The lift opened on the 52nd floor, with the guard knocked out and disarmed.
“Now where?” Isabella looked around the dark hallway, torches lit the walls, guiding anyone who’d dare trespass such a protected place. The floor was wooden, as Walker remembered it, the walls were also made out of wood, and there were insignias of the different tribes of Arcadia, four of them. The first they saw was the lion; it belonged to the tribal reigon of Darcumon, they were a powerful tribe and boasted powerful warriors. The second, the eagle, for the tribe of Lindia, they were the overseers of Arcadia, and were among the wisest of the tribes. The third was the Bear, belonging to the tribe of Ponta, they were a peace loving people, and grew the lands of Arcadia that flourished forests of wondrous trees and beautiful flowers of all sorts. The fourth, the wolf, belonged to the tribe of Yuko, a very strange tribe indeed, they didn’t work together with the other tribes that formed the kingdom of Arcadia, and haven’t been recorded in history for thousands of years. Walker remembered his history professor who taught him this; he now finally realized that history 101 wasn’t pointless.
“If the council really were responsible for the spawns of undead, there has got to be a clue in the hall of justice.” Walker knew that the council lived within the halls, there were private dormitories were every council remember. He also remembered that the council would only leave for important meetings and ceremonies outside of the hall. “If the council were really summoning undead, they must have left some evidence behind around here.”
Fantasy of Darkness will continue through out the next year of 2008, im hoping ill be able to finish the story by end of the school term (june) So, not much reason for writing my own story, the story has just been forming in my head this whole time, it pains me not to write it down or record in one way or another XD
PS: if you find any errors, plz inform me and excuse my stupidity lol, the final version of the story will be published onto an alternate blog when it is completed.
~tim
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
The guard awaited them at lift no. 4, he was carrying a light assault rifle, and wore the uniform of the imperial army. The three stepped into the lift bound for the 22nd floor, but Walker had other plans. The lift opened on the 52nd floor, with the guard knocked out and disarmed.
“Now where?” Isabella looked around the dark hallway, torches lit the walls, guiding anyone who’d dare trespass such a protected place. The floor was wooden, as Walker remembered it, the walls were also made out of wood, and there were insignias of the different tribes of Arcadia, four of them. The first they saw was the lion; it belonged to the tribal reigon of Darcumon, they were a powerful tribe and boasted powerful warriors. The second, the eagle, for the tribe of Lindia, they were the overseers of Arcadia, and were among the wisest of the tribes. The third was the Bear, belonging to the tribe of Ponta, they were a peace loving people, and grew the lands of Arcadia that flourished forests of wondrous trees and beautiful flowers of all sorts. The fourth, the wolf, belonged to the tribe of Yuko, a very strange tribe indeed, they didn’t work together with the other tribes that formed the kingdom of Arcadia, and haven’t been recorded in history for thousands of years. Walker remembered his history professor who taught him this; he now finally realized that history 101 wasn’t pointless.
“If the council really were responsible for the spawns of undead, there has got to be a clue in the hall of justice.” Walker knew that the council lived within the halls, there were private dormitories were every council remember. He also remembered that the council would only leave for important meetings and ceremonies outside of the hall. “If the council were really summoning undead, they must have left some evidence behind around here.”
Fantasy of Darkness will continue through out the next year of 2008, im hoping ill be able to finish the story by end of the school term (june) So, not much reason for writing my own story, the story has just been forming in my head this whole time, it pains me not to write it down or record in one way or another XD
PS: if you find any errors, plz inform me and excuse my stupidity lol, the final version of the story will be published onto an alternate blog when it is completed.
~tim