There was silence, not a sound, the world was still dark. Walker was caught up in a daze of his imagination, as he lay there, unable to move, or speak. He patiently awaited his death, as the pain slowly consumed him. There was a strange light that struck upon Walker, like a gate to the heavens had opened to welcome him to his eternity. Walker could see a shadowed figure emerge from the light, and as he drew close, he could see that he wore a white robe, and carried a katana round his back. His face was wrinkly, like that of an old man, but he was walking like he was a young warrior, proud and majestic. He looked deep into Walker’s eyes as he approached his stale body; he slowly came to a halt. He had a smile on his face, as though he sensed nothing wrong with the situation.
“You are indeed a proud young man, Walker.” His lips did not move, but Walker could hear his voice in his head. “You, my friend, are indeed one of a kind; and as for that, you stand out amongst the others.” Several other figures then emerged from the light, first a few, then many, as they poured in and around Walker and the old man. The old man raised his hands to present the other figures. They were very much like the old man himself, but varied in age and appearance. They all wore the robes of white, and carried the katana made of steel, but seemed to differ in the faces, as if they had personalities, and were indeed real. “There is very little you know, young Walker; about everything, and so you must be careful, and aware of the happenings around you. The fate of Arcadia could very well be in your hands.” The old man raised his hands, now above his head, and now staring back at the gate of light. The rest of the figures then vanished into the light. The old man then turned back to look at Walker once more, his smile grew greater, now with more warmth then before. “Do not fear the darkness; it might very well lead to your demise.”
Walker was then thrown from his feet; he started to fall back into the darkness, the light getting smaller and smaller.
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 ]]
There was silence, not a sound, the world was still dark. Walker was caught up in a daze of his imagination, as he lay there, unable to move, or speak. He patiently awaited his death, as the pain slowly consumed him. There was a strange light that struck upon Walker, like a gate to the heavens had opened to welcome him to his eternity. Walker could see a shadowed figure emerge from the light, and as he drew close, he could see that he wore a white robe, and carried a katana round his back. His face was wrinkly, like that of an old man, but he was walking like he was a young warrior, proud and majestic. He looked deep into Walker’s eyes as he approached his stale body; he slowly came to a halt. He had a smile on his face, as though he sensed nothing wrong with the situation.
“You are indeed a proud young man, Walker.” His lips did not move, but Walker could hear his voice in his head. “You, my friend, are indeed one of a kind; and as for that, you stand out amongst the others.” Several other figures then emerged from the light, first a few, then many, as they poured in and around Walker and the old man. The old man raised his hands to present the other figures. They were very much like the old man himself, but varied in age and appearance. They all wore the robes of white, and carried the katana made of steel, but seemed to differ in the faces, as if they had personalities, and were indeed real. “There is very little you know, young Walker; about everything, and so you must be careful, and aware of the happenings around you. The fate of Arcadia could very well be in your hands.” The old man raised his hands, now above his head, and now staring back at the gate of light. The rest of the figures then vanished into the light. The old man then turned back to look at Walker once more, his smile grew greater, now with more warmth then before. “Do not fear the darkness; it might very well lead to your demise.”
Walker was then thrown from his feet; he started to fall back into the darkness, the light getting smaller and smaller.