Masters of War

Masters of War

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"How long do I have?" The words echoed in Ryan's mind, that which was corrupting him seemed to enjoy haunting his thoughts as well. "So weak!" A growling voice whispered in the darkness, flames swirling around his being, body temperature rising as he battled with the foe inside his own mind. "Your body, your mind, my vessel, for I will be free again" the voice broke into a screech, blaring through Ryan's brain, the ear splitting noise waking him from the disturbed slumber. This dream, this devil in thoughts form, spilled out into his reality, it was too real to be called just a dream! ---------------------------------------------------------- In a fantasy world, the kingdom of Darvore kept the races of man safe, united under one alliance, man was strong enough to keep out the forces of evil. But from within this began to rot and anarchy and corruption plagued the kingdom. After anarchy in their home town, five friends set out to save their friend from the terminal clutches of a cursed sword, but will they be able to reverse the curse before it becomes too late? ---------------------------------------------------------- With my own photographs and artwork.
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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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