Woohoo

Soooo it's a spot late but my birthday was 3 days ago. Turning legal doesn't really change much, I think. Well it didn't change much for me. I'm still doing what I always have. Oh! There is one thing that makes a difference for me: I can buy zippos and other lighters now. *shrugs* Anyways hope to see you guys at the party. ta-ta

O_O

Oh man... Anime Boston was freaken AMAZING! Thanks to all of you who made it so great!

Yipes!

I get the strangest feeling it's my fault that you all have colds. For the record, I blame Jill's shower. Yes her shower. It infected me with something =_=. Hope you all feel better soon.

The Quintet of One

Here's something that just popped into my head and I worked. Tell me what you think?

Seraface burns;
Mysticen freezes;
Trel creates illusions.

Then there is Ster,
Known as the dark one,
Tainted yet full of light.

Together here,
Each is part of one;
On them does he depend.

The key he is,
Their body is his,
Yet all need be to live.

Young Arna strong;
Elder Arna wise;
Corastac acts the child;
And Falagoth blunt and cold;
The key decides with their advice,
All the decisions in all their life.

Prologue

Hey guys. Now I know that I've got quite the record, but I decided it was time to update my blog. And with the beginnings of my story! -I want feedback. Yes Laura, you have my permission. You too Kyle. :P -All others, review it and tear it apart as you wish haha. For those who have read it before, it has been changed according to how my writing has changed since it was written.


Prologue: The First Casualty

The first thing I would like to do is to dedicate this journal to my brother and all of those who will fall in this war that, by now, must be enveloping my world. To any who find this, whether they be of Talik or of some other plane come to ours, my name is Seraface Arna. I am a descendant of a race of people called The Ancients. According to some artifacts and ruins they are believed to be the first people of Talik. They were rumored to be a people of magnificent magics, powers beyond what most of our own archmages only dream of having. It is probably because of this power that the demons which arose attacked my village. As descendants, we, my brother and I, have a chance to tap into that primal source of power. I suppose it would be had the chance in my brother's case. But I am rambling.

I am thirteen years of age and have been given this journal as a gift from my mentors of magic. They told me that I was the most promising student that they'd had since my brother came to them so many years ago. Unfortunately I will never be able to ask my brother if he was really as great as they said. Even as I write this, I know that what so many people feared for years has come. Two thousand years ago, the demon armies marched the land, planning to take it for their own. They were stopped by one man, Raclis. Raclis was also a descendant of the Ancients. He sent them back to their own realm and closed all the portals to their plane except one which he sealed with a gate. After a full two millennia, the legendary demon gate's seal has been broken. My village is to my back. It is burning because of a platoon of demons which stormed through hoping to kill all the remaining descendants by taking them by surprise.

They were able to defeat a creaj ranked sorcerer with minimal difficulty seeing as there were no demon bodies to be found but some unidentifiable black substance in various streaks around my brother's body. I can't believe that my brother was defeated without even taking one of the foul things with him. But here I am speaking as if you would know what I am on about. creaj is the name of one of the ranks that magic-users have. From the lowest to highest is tamlu, myscir, creaj, macris, and ki-macris. The words are actually the Ancients' names for their devoted sorcerers.

This isn't over. I may still only be a tamlu but I am a prodigy. I have pure magical strength which could have rivaled my brother, someone 10 years my senior. I almost feel bad for the demons who came through here because they missed someone. Someone who carries the blood of those who they fear the most. Someone who will ensure that they pay. They will pay for destroying my family and home. They will pay for the sorrow that they are no doubt causing others even now. They will pay for coming again to try and take this world for their own. They will pay for the graves which I and so many others must dig because of this war.

W00t

Early school release for me~~~ haha I hope the rest of you guys got home safely with no heartattacks. And anyone who took tests/quizzes while Westerly was gone but the rest of you weren't from the premises, hope you did well haha :P

The Return of the Je-Hey! that's copyrighted!...oh right- The Return of the Einstein

I...Hath...RETURNED!!!!!!!!!

Hehe ^_^. I hope everyone had a good vacation ;P. I brought gifts for all! Well... for some. haha

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Going to Hong Kong~~~ Missing Friday school~~~ haha. :P I'll see you guys when I get back and I'll see if I can bring something back for the vile one and two ;P(especially for the rest of Wow Productions and Co.) Have fun on vacation guys!- I may post updates from Hong Kong but idk if I will.

Wheeeee blog post~ first one too. haha No one but um... well i suppose it's only two of you right now. will know of this blog >_> <_<. Actually the only reason it exists is because i wanted to be able to comment but i might occasionally post something(unlikely but hey) nyahahaha :P