The Spectre

Aloniss - The Sword Spectre

Think loudly and it is spoken.

Read creatively and it is written.

Force and you are weak.

Push back and you've given up.

Sit still and stand firm.

Pay attention and receive dividends.

Seize hold and let loose.

Launder and you've thrown in the towel.

Climb the ladder and the earth is taken out from under your feet.

Think clearly and speech is unnecessary.

Take off and you've quit.

Jump through hoops and face obstacles to reconsideration.

Adjust and remain steady.

Empty and be full.

Burden with light.

To foretell is to have not known.

The stream is consciousness.

Nonsense is a sense.

Bench and you are at rest.

Receive and you give back.

Turn inward and expand outward.

Move away and come close.

To put together is to take apart.

The period asks. The question marks.

Reach in and pull out.

Reach out and let go.

Pretense pretends, expense expends.

Clothes wear you.

To know that one does not know is to know.

To ask a question is to have found an answer.

To create is to destroy.

To not know is to know not.

Close off and open up.

To procreate is to conserve.

Prostrate and proclaim.

Listen intently and you can't hear.

Profane with profundity.

Stand on shoulders and you are a burden.

The cart pulls the horse.

To destroy is to create.

To know not what is known is to know what is unknown.

Explaining is difficult, understanding easy.

Pray and you no longer ask.

Compound and lose.

Lost and found.

Hide and seek.

Protect and cover.

Recycle and use up.

Explain and confuse.

To know now is not to know then.

Believe you me.

Two are one. One is three.

We have come to the end of our riddles.

Have you discovered the Wisdom of the Way?

Here, this should help:

I am the spectre of the sword.

I weild the power of my blade.

I shall punish those who will change the faith.

I am Aloniss, the sword master spectre.

"Im tired of fighting these phantoms. It seems that there is no end to them. I must fight them. " I thought to myself.

More phantoms are coming to me as I ran and slash my sword to the phantoms that is on my way. As I continue to run, I tripped on a big root from a tree and got me on my knees. The phantoms are coming close to me as they jumped from tree to tree. My knees are badly hurt and sprained and as I try to stand, my knees hurt and I fell again.

Come almighty sword of mine

I called and seek for your help

The sword of darkness

I call upon you,

Zaphael!!

My sword broke into pieces as darkness crawled out from each broken pieces. The broken pieces slowly turned into ashes and the ashes are carried by the wind. As the place begin to be covered in darkness, I feel that my knee is now alright. The phantoms halt from their movements as a sudden blade for around with purple flames and slashes the phantoms around me. The phantoms disappeared and the sword came near me as stopped in front of me. "Good work there Zaphael!". I took the sword as the darkness slowly disappear. " Lets go home now Zaphael. Our work here is done. "