I appreciate all tips and inputs everyone can give me, thank you. Here are my writings... not much... unfinished as of yet.... but I would appreciate all the help I can get.


* ok ok... I know this is weird... I don't know where it came from, there's been no inspiration... One minute Im in writer's block for the Dark Sword, next minute, some wierd ideas start pouring out onto the computer.... I don't know if this is the beginning, or the end, or somewhere in the middle... it just is... and I hope it wasn't a waste of time, however, as long as I don't know if it is the beginning or the end.... I won't be able to finish it ... and it does not yet have a title either... so here's the weird stuff lol

The night shadows covered the earth like a dark blanket covering great secrets. Two men
walked together side by side. Neither of them spoke. One was young, and tall, the other
older and short. The short one shook in his boots. Coveting his young master's bravery, he
decided to hold his tongue for no other reason but to keep his job. All was silent except
for the rustling of leaves in the soft breeze. All in the forest was sleeping, except for the
two silent travellers. A man's whistle broke the silent, and sent chills up the travellers
spines.
"You sure this is him?" the older man said. "Remember, the devil makes his call with a
whistle also lad. I’m surprised you still trust the sound of a whistle."
"This man is of the devil anyhow," the young man hissed. "What be the difference now?"
The older man shook his head and watched the youth cross the remaining length of trees
until he came to a clearing. The older man begged his young master to not go alone, but
the youth swore it his own duty, therefore he would meet the man alone.
Therefore, alone the youth walked to the middle of the clearing. He looked around, but no
one was to be seen.
"Damn the Djihn." he thought. "Even he is too afraid to show his face to me." But before
he had finished his thought, he was knocked to the ground by a driving force of wind. He
looked back, and three men appeared from nowhere. The three men were wearing black
cloaks, apparently in effort to suppress a brilliant light emitting from all three of them.
The tallest one - the one our youth recognized emitted a pure white light. One emitted
a soft blue, while the other a crimson light.
"Three of you?" The youth demanded, scowling at the tallest. "I understood it to be just
the two of us. That is the first I've known a Mystique to lie."
"Curse be the fool to call me a Mystique thrice!" the man said. The youth merely
shrugged. "Besides, I never lied. I forbade you bring witness. However, if you should
wish me to keep my word, there must be three Djihn present, in event you should defeat
me, which is impossible."
"It is possible, you yourself should know that." the youth said, drawing his sword. "Were
you not one of the few who crossed over yourself?"
The white Djihn scoffed. "Do you intend to kill me with a human wrought sword?"
"Why, of course not." Our youth replied coolly. "Unlike you were as a man, I'm not
pointless at taking a life - of any creature for that matter. I simply intend to defeat you,
with a sword - the weapon of my race."
The white Djihn cursed, and drew his sword. His sword was strange however - it was not
merely a sword. His sword glowed with the same light that emitted from the heartless
Djihn. It was a magic, a powerful magic, and the sight of it nearly disenheartened our
youth. But as I pointed out, our youth had courage, and whether through pure courage, of
a combination of said courage with youthful recklessness, the youth attacked his enemy.
At first, this white Djihn started to toy with the said youth, by seeming to dart to one side,
but ending up on the opposite side. When it seemed our youth caught up with this white
Djihn, the Djihn ended up further then before. Finally, the youth hesitated to think. The
white Djihn stopped near a tree, and leaning on the tree, he began to laugh, a cruel,
vicious laugh. Pissed off, aggravated, and now wary, the youth, in a rage of anger took a
small dagger and threw it at the Djihn. Now if this youth was ever famous, everyone
knew he would be famous for his skill with the sword and dagger. His dagger hit is mark.
It went through the Djihn. Startled, the Djihn moved away from the tree, and it's cloak
tore away. Bright light lit the forest clearing like instantaneous daylight. With quick wit,
strong common sense, and intelligence comparable to the gods, he quickly pulled out his
amulet. The Djihn became almost fearful, and tackled the youth. But he held on
to it, and between gasps, recited, "Cursed be the darkness of the night.
Forever hold the strength of light.
Bless me then if the One be in my sight...." the Djihn lifted him over his head, ready to
crush him to the ground, but was caught when he finished with "... and may my shadow
put him to flight!" The amulet shone a bright light, making the white Djihn seem shadowed.
The Djihn dropped the youth, and great black wings appeared, and the Djihn flew to
safety. The youth smiled. Listening to his eccentric young friend paid off. His job was
done, he would await his reward... if he didn't die first. He looked down. Subconsciously
his hand went to a gash on his side. Moving his hand away, he saw fresh blood. Weakly,
he tried to stand, but fell back, and weakly crawled back into the shadows of the forest,
and collapsed in unconsciousness.

~Mists and shadows came together. He could not see. He tried to get up. He could hardly
move, and the effort made him cry out in pain. His breath, no longer seemed to breath
life. Shallower he breathed. He fought it. No, he wouldn't give up life. He defeated him.
This wasn't fair. Was this how he was to be rewarded? The pain was beyond bearable.
"It's not fair!" he yelled. "You can't do this. I gave my word. Djihn cannot lie about their
word. It's against their own law." He choked and coughed up blood. His head was
screaming with pain. No, he wouldn't give in. It was his right. He did it, he laid down his
challenge, to defy the white Djihn, and he was victorious. Now he was dying? Then he
saw her. Saw her tears. Now she would cry? For him? He could not bear to watch her
cry as she past him by. With one final scream of agony, he let go.~

Screaming, he woke up. It was just a dream. Light! he could see light. At first however,
he feared the light. He reached for his sword, but it was not with him. When his eyes
focused, and he came fully to his senses, he realized he wasn't even where he had been.
He was in a room, a grand room. And there was light!. Candles and lanterns were lit.
There was daylight. How he had missed it. He was in a bed. Warm and comfortable...
much better then the hay beds that the inns he had been staying in offered. A young girl
was putting a warm, wet cloth on his forehead. His wounds had already been cared for.
She smiled. He attempted a smile, but then, he recognized her. From where did he know
her from? He couldn't remember. Just then, the shorter man walked up.
"So your finally awake young lad?" he said, cheering up. "It's about you awoke young
Jediciah. When the man came close enough to see Jediciah, he gasped.
"What in underworld is going on here?" he demanded.
Jediciah's eyes... shone with light... they were different. The girl looked from one man to
the other and shrugged. "He woke up in the middle of the night just fine. Now, his eyes
see with their Light."
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She gathered the colours she needed and sat down to spinning. Her
family was too poor to hire a tailor, so they made their own fabrics, their own clothes. She
learned when she was young how to do it. She'd been at this all day. Sighing, she looked
out the open window. There he was. Jediciah, the best man in the village as far as Celeste
was concerned. Every girl thought it. He came from a noble family, rich. All the noble
girls would clothe themselves in the finest silks, adorn themselves in gold, and paint their
lips with exotic colours in hopes that he would choose one of them for a bride. She
sighed. By rights, everyone knew he had to choose one of them. He could not marry a
commoner such as herself. Still, she thought back on the words he told her, after he had
come to her in secret, under the cover of night. Before he left, he whispered, "I love you
Celeste, and always will."
"I love you also, but alas you will marry the daughter of a nobleman." She replied, letting
her doubts take over. "You will forget your love for me."
"Never." he said, kissing her. "I will never forget. It is to be a legal marriage only. It is
you I love." Every time he came back, he reminded her that his love was unchanging.
Now, he had his back turned to her as he was attending to business with the village
carpenter. She picked up her small bag of coins, and tied it to her waist. Grabbing her
cloak and wrapping it around herself, she left the cottage. He looked up and smiled at her.
She smiled.
He turned back to the carpenter and said in a somewhat loud voice. "Did you hear about
the costume ball that Lord Jenith is hosting tonight?" Celeste stopped to smell the flowers
while listening to the conversation. Wondering why Jediciah was raising his voice, the
carpenter eyed him somewhat suspiciously. Still he politely replied, "No, I've heard
nothing of it."
"Well, tonight is to be a great night for us noblemen." he boasted. Celeste would have
been annoyed at his arrogance, except she knew he meant it for her, and that there was a
reason.
"... feasting, drinking. ‘Tis a celebration." he continued. "No one is to be recognized. The
best costumes are to be awarded L100."
"That will be nice," the annoyed carpenter spat out a little too hastily. Celeste stiffled a
laugh. Catching his eye, she noticed Jediciah wink at her. She moved on, and bartered for
the best food she could find to prepare the evening meal for her family with.
She returned home, and set her preparations aside. She walked to her room and opened up
the chest that lay at the foot of her bed. Inside it lay a dress. It was a full, pure white dress.
Elegant and beautiful enough to make the queen herself jealous. As she unfolded it, the
beauty continued to unfold to the ground. A pair of iridescent wings accompanied the
dress. They were full size, fairy like wings. Hiding in the corner was an elegant hair piece
made of pearl. The bodice of the dress accented her figure well, and the back was open,
and laced up by a lovely strand of pearls. She laid the costume down on her bed, and left
her room closing the door behind. In humble silence, she prepared her meal. When her
family returned, they sat down to eat. She, however returned to her room, gathered her
costume up, and slipped quietly out of the house. She arrived at Lord Jenith's estate, and
walked past it, to the stable close by. There, she changed into her costume and cautiously
approached the entrance. Two guards stood by watching the people enter. She hesitated.
Gathering what pride she had left, she lifted her head and walked past like the daughter of
a nobleman. No one stopped her. When she went in, she realized Jediciah was not
exaggerating. No one could be recognized. This was the first time she had attended
something of this status. All the noble blood families were present. She looked around the
great hall however, silently enjoying the music. Just as she turned to leave, a man
appeared at her side and gently grabbed her arm. She looked back and saw a masked lord
smiling at her. She recognized him and returned the smile.
"I hoped you would come," Jediciah whispered.
She frowned. "I shouldn't be here." He shrugged. "Perhaps not, but it's not like anyone
knows... or cares." She looked around. True enough, she thought. He held out his hand,
"Would you like to dance?" How she wanted to, but she looked at the graceful form of the
dance, and shook her head. "I’m sorry, I don't know how."
"Since we are not to dance," he said, smiling at her "follow me."
She followed him to the upper balcony.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you, she replied turning away to hide her burning cheeks. She noticed the
flowering ivy growing up the balcony. It interlaced with the balcony's edge. She turned to
face him. His black hair and tan skin reminded her of the desert men. Great warriors they
were. His eyes, the colour of a ash looked at her with love. He was tall, and his costume
made him look like a mage. His mask may have hidden some features of his face, but his
ash colour eyes sparkled with youthful gaiety. A new tune picked up, and offering his
hand he said, “I know you don’t know how to dance with the other nobles, but you can
dance. Would you care to dance?” he smiled. Smiling back, she took his hand, and they
danced.

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No expense had been spared at Jediciah's wedding. No doubt it was the event of the year, catching the attention of all noble born. Why, it was even more noteworthy then the great ball which had taken place but a month before. Why, Jediciah was the most influential lad in all the country, so such a celebration of union was expected to be an event of only elite noblemen.
 The bride herself looked even more elegant then the queen. The bride, although it is said refused his proposal more then once, could not help but beam with pride. Oh, but to think, her white dress, lace and petticoats, the imported silk, the imported diamonds and pearls, why the nation's every fortune seemed to be bestowed upon her, this blessed noble woman. Ahh but with all the riches in the world, what was truly in her heart, and his for that matter, were not to be revealed to the world.
 The very ceremony was beautiful, as they traded solemn promises and vows, and the king gave his blessing. The celebration was complete, with a speech from Jediciah, and a few other prominate people, and a grand display of fireworks, imported from the east. The newly wedded people indeed had the world at their feet, and their smiles so artiscally pasted on by their acting and deceit fooled the people.
 Jediciah said what he was expected to say, and behaved the way a newly wed groom should act, even tho this wedding was only for looks and state, as he continued to reassure his young bride (as she was also in love with another and was unhappy with the expected arrangement), but his eyes quickly yet carefully passed over the small crowd of spectators, people he rarely liked. The one person he longed and ached for was no where to be found. He understood with all reasoning why she would not be there, but he still searched for her among the people. During the ceremony, he thought little of what he was doing, but craved and yearned to be in her arms again. As the crowd finally started to disperse, each person going back to his own affairs, Jediciah's brother walked up to him.
 "Congratulations, my brother," he greeted. "You've done well. May you two live long happy lives together." Jediciah grinned. Jediciah's brother, Anonais, was the only person who knew the truth. Anonais, though being more then a year older then Jediciah, considered him an equal, and they shared an unshakeable bond with each other.
Anonais winked then leaned over and whispered into Jediciah's ear, "And may your scandal never be caught, for fear the surprise in these noble eyes."

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He walked down the road muttering curses and other foul words. “How did they find out?” he wondered. Must have been that wicked girl. I should have dealt with her then. “ He thought, cursing himself. “Ah but, her brother. There was nothing I could do.” Suddenly, a dark figure jumped out toward him, causing him to curse louder.
 “Sorry, milord.” the figure stammered.
 “Oh you damned fool.” the man screamed. “I should have you beaten, I should.” The figure cowered, shaking uncontrollably.
 “Master, Oh dear master, I beg to be forgiven, I’ll not do that again.” he muttered. “You said be quiet. To hear is to obey milord.” The man only replied with a good kick in his servant’s stomach. He walked briskly along the trail out of the town, followed by the whimpering figure. They walked well out of the limits of that town, and into one several miles away before the ruthless man slowed down.
  “Milord, do you think perhaps we might stay the night here?” the poor lackey said.
 “Ignorant fool. Why did I even think to waste my money on you, brainless twit.” the man disparaged. The figure, who in truth was a young boy, not yet older then 12 years, cowered again for fear of being kicked.
“My plan failed. We spent all this night on our ingenious plan, and for what? For me to fail, and you to ever so selfishly ask to sleep comfortably tonight?!?! Damn Djihn could have helped me a little for once.” he said.
 “Sir, The Djihn do not help people like us.” the boy said. “The Djihn do only as they wish.” The man turned around suddenly, grinning.
 “My boy, for once in your lifetime you have proven useful to me.” he said. “Of course, they only do what they wish. Should I wish to convince them to do my will, I’ll have to control them, now won’t I?”
  “Sire, how will you accomplish that?” the boy asked, dreading the answer. An evil chuckle that made one shiver was the only reply.

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