12/11/2007 - The Dominant Cross
The screams have started once again.
Tentatively, I peer over the top of the boulder, but see only smoke. Beneath the tormented death cries I hear the low murmurings of frantic prayers. Are the victims repenting? Or is it something else?
I take a deep breath and make a decision. For the sake of my people, I have to see. I have to know what is going on.
I draw my weapon, feeling the strangely comforting cold steel beneath my fingers. The disgusting item that has saved my life on so many occasions and yet every time it was used someone, somewhere lost a father, or a son. Such is the spirit of self preservation in the world of today.
Moving carefully, I slip around the side of the massive rock, trying to see through the thick haze. My trembling hand holds my savior out in front of me as I walk.
The screams are dying away, but the murmurings are growing louder. The sound that once inspired warm comfort, but now fills listeners with a feeling of terror. The murderers are praying to their imaginary friend, the invisible man in the sky who will reward them for all eternity after their behavior today.
Whatever happened to the time when faith was about love?
I remind myself that this time never existed. One only had to look at their holy scriptures to see the truth. Pages filled with violent hatred, with vicious commands and sinister messages. Many believers chose to disregard these passages. But some listened.
The small number who took it all for fact soon grew into millions, as the most powerful and influential country in the world became more and more heavily religious. ‘The American Taliban’, as they were known; the most deadly threat ever to appear on planet Earth, a threat that had been brewing for centuries, and yet no one noticed until it was too late.
Their church became their government. Democracy was replaced by Evangelism.
I know perfectly well what I am about to see. But I have to confirm it. No matter how many times I look upon these occurrences, the sheer horror is never dulled. This is the world we live in, and I am still far from used to it. Even as a soldier, recruited from an early age to fight in this never-ending war of belief, on the losing side of secular science, I have never once been able to look at such a ritual without feeling sick.
The smoke clears, and I see my nightmare. Huge bonfires, as far as the eye can see, surrounded by armed soldiers, their weapons trained at the ragged and pathetic prisoners before them, men, women and children all in tattered clothing and chains. Some are being shot; some are being forced, still breathing, into the flames. Some are even being led up towards what appears to be a huge set of gallows, a thick noose swaying in the hot wind. Everywhere I look, robed priests calmly administer the final rites.
I have walked right into the middle of an execution camp. With so many people, I am not noticed, despite the fact that I look so different from them. My worn garments look nothing like the crisp, white uniforms these men have. Forget camouflage; they are pure, and expendable. No matter how many ambushes by night claim their soldiers, more will come.
If only we had such a luxury.
For a moment, I feel the desire to shoot down one of the priests, despite the risks. My hatred urges me, but I do not fire. Despite the chance that, with so many shootings going on, no one will notice one stray bullet, I resist my instincts. I can’t afford to give myself away.
I feel, once again, that deep hopelessness that affects me every time I witness such nightmarish horrors. How can we ever win this? We used to fight with calm, cool intellect. Our weapon against dogma was words, the words that they always vehemently refused to believe. We used to be the more respected of two great cultural armies. Now, we are dying, preyed on from all sides by the separate armies of faiths that seem so similar to each other, yet will fight to the end against such blasphemous ideas. Each religion is the one true faith, and anyone who dares think something different to them is a heretic, deserving of the worst punishments they could think of.
Can’t God defend himself? Does he really need such violence carried out in his name? Aren’t heretics supposed to burn in hell regardless of what believers do to them? Isn’t that punishment enough?
So many unanswered questions, so many hypocrisies that the church will never explain, indeed, can never explain. This is not gentle faith, this is violent, evil, fanatical religion, and this is the force that is taking over our world, one step at a time.
They have already won. We are only the last few who dare to resist, and we will be exterminated in kind.
I will be dead within the year.
I know this, but it does not bring me fear. Just a crushing sense of failure.
Sighing, I look upwards, to the enormous gold plated cross that towers above the carnage that has been carried out in its name.
Does such an evil looking structure give these men hope? Does it drive them? When all is lost, is this what keeps them going?
We never stood a chance.
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23/10/2007 - Tedium
Sigh.
This week, unfortunately, was really no better than the last. More things did happen, but nothing worth really noticing.
The week in dot point form:
*Had an argument with Claire, who now refuses to talk to me.
*Briefly saw Yani, but did not have much chance to hang out for long.
*Started reading The God Delusion, which is in fact a brilliant book.
*If you thought Cruel Intentions II was bad, wait until you see the third one...
*Got a cool new mp3 player for my birthday.
*Saw Day Watch, the sequel to cult Russian vampire movie Night Watch. Great entertainment.
*Inspired by Day Watch, went out and purchased the novel Twilight Watch, the third part of the series.
*As implied further up, it was my birthday, which personally I view as so trivial it's hardly worth mentioning.
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18/10/2007 - Atheism: 1, Christianity: 0
"The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction. Jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully."
-Richard Dawkins, 'The God Delusion'
Fantastic book. Christians, consider yourselves owned.
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16/10/2007 - Anderson Street
Currently, I am taking part in a play called Anderson Street.
You may ask, why would I post purely to make that statement? Well, I am rather bored right now, and having just sighted the Anderson Street script lying on my desk, decided to write about it. After all, it is the first play I have taken part in at Caulfield where I have not been overcome with crippling enthusiasm, so I may as well explain the reasons.
Anderson Street tells the story of a young girl named Lisa, who lives in a street filled with Left Wing Greenies and the minorities that support their arguments. When the Australian government blindly follows America into a pointless war, the entire street is overcome with a crippling depression.
Don't get me wrong; I'm all for presenting political themes in works of literature, especially Left Wing themes, being a socialist myself. But sometimes it can get a bit much, and Anderson Street is the perfect example. Filled with random and seemingly pointless references to immigration, detention camps, gay marriages, green energy, etc, not only is Anderson Street overdone, but badly structured. the whole first act is spent building up characters who vanish after interval, without their stories ever being resolved. And in the last ten minutes we are introduced to new and boring characters who we are supposed to cry for when they go to war and are killed.
Even with such travesties as Animal Farm I had hope. Now, I'm beginning to get apprehensive.
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15/10/2007 - The First Rule Of Fight Club...
It's been an interesting week.
Or, more precisely, weekend. The week itself was rather boring, so we'll get that out of the way first, and then go on to the juicy bits, shall we?
"Notable" Occurrences of the past week:
* Saw Cruel Intentions II, and decided that despite it not being quite as bad as everyone says, was not a patch on the original and probably should never have been made.
* Got a 'Highly Commended' for a short story I entered in a competition. Did the judges even know what the story was about? Because even I have no idea, and I wrote the damned thing...
* Was forced against my will to attend my schools 'Speech Night'. I now know how it must feel to have a large drill placed against my temple and slowly pushed for three hours.
Having suffered through that, here is...
The Tale Of An Interesting Weekend
Despite setting my alarm for six o'clock, I didn't actually get up until about 10. The reason i wanted to get up so excruciatingly early was that I was embarking on yet another journey to Yarra Junction, and wanted to get a good start. Not suprisingly, this idea failed. Still yawning, I reached my train at about 11 and began the long trip into Lilydale, from where I would continue on.
Why was I going to Yarra Junction? Because I was supposed to be seeing some friends, i.e. Daniel, Sam and Stacey.
Upon arrival, I made my way up the annoyingly steep hill to Daniels house, only to find he was not present. Annoyed, I walked all the way back down to Sara's place, where it turned out he had been the whole time. And them, almost as soon as I arrived, Sam called. Turned out he had just seen Fight Club, and been inspired to start his own such organization. And guess who happened to be his first choice for a fight?
Despite initial reluctance, I quite enjoyed the ensuing scuffle, finding it a fantastic stress reliever and great fun. Also, whilst at Sam's place, I met Yani, a really cool girl who I got on well with due to our similar views and taste in literature/entertainment.
After a brief return to Daniels place, we returned to Sara's, where Sam, Yani and Stacey were waiting. Having congregated into a small group, we all decided to take a nighttime walk, and ended up in our own little pairs.
Yani and I spent the walk discussing past relationships, and how they only ever ended in pain or regret. Having left the others far behind, we were the first back to Sara's, and continued the conversation until Sam arrived, who, yet again, was ready for another fight. This time, i did not obliged, and instead hung out with Yani.
And yes, we did end up hooking up.
The rest of the night went annoyingly quickly, and before too long Sara's father had kicked us out, and we were picked up by Daniel's ever reliable mother. By this stage, I was quite annoyed, as Sam had decided he did not like where things were going and restrained me for a large portion of the night, not allowing me anywhere near Yani, who was equally irate.
Luckily, thought, the next day found us back at Sara's, so I did get the chance to spend some more time with Yani, who, as it turns out, is often in the same area where I go to school, a fact that will hopefully result in many future rendevous'.
So now you have been filled in on the kind of weekend that has become so rare of late, in which something interesting actually happened.
Ciao!
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5/9/2007 - Oh Dear
I am a silly boy.
Why, you might ask? Read back over my previous entry. I went on a huge rant about how awful the deb was going to be. Yet now, i find myself having to sheepishly admit:
THE.
DEB.
WAS.
FAN.
TAS.
TIC.
Seriously. I don't think I've had so much fun in ages. I mean, the first half, which took place during the day, was damned boring, but by the time the night had actually commenced, and we finished all the organized dances I was having a ball. Literally.
Lame jokes aside, i spent an awesome night dancing and singing along to Grease, Abba, and all manner of so-bad-they're-good songs. One memorable moment involved me and Tal alone on the floor, dancing to 'All That Jazz'. Should have seen the looks we were getting. Twas hilarious.
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31/8/2007 - Le Debutante...
Oh dear.
Tomorrow i must suffer through the bane of every young mans life. Thats right, I'm not lying. I can practically hear gasps coming from the mouths of my sparse readers, as they prepare themselves for this nightmarish confession. Ten hours of utter pain and suffering is about to come my way. If you are religious, i must ask that you pray for me. I don't know if i can survive this.
What on earth possessed me to do this? I cannot believe i simply walked into it out of my own free will. Perhaps there is a god, and this is his punishment for my blatant non-believing? Who knows...
Alright. Procrastination ends here.
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....I'm taking part in the year ten Presentation (Debutante) ball.
I may just save myself the trouble and die now. Goodbye, cruel world. Apologies to my poor partner.
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30/8/2007 - Ah, yet another highly exciting update...
Thats right, ladies and gentlemen, I have updated! Rare, i know, but it does happen from time to time. Anyhoo, what has happened since my last entry?
My last entry spoke about how great returning to Yarra Junction was. I've since been back, and have one thing to say about it. Do you know how amusing it is to be in a room full of people who you can tell utterly despise you? Opportunity for endless fun, i can tell you.
To be fair to said despisers, they do have good reason. Well, maybe. I can't really remember what it was i did. Something involving nasty MSN chats and commencing relationships with ex girlfriends sisters. In short, nothing too big, really.
The general populace of Yarra Junction may hate me, but they do make for great storytelling. To prove this, I'll conclude with a chapter of a little story i wrote, inspired by them, that i am rather proud of.
Born Of Dread and Fear
Chapter Eight: Shoplifter
After that day, I began to dress differently.
I never used to care what I looked like. Now, I began to take pride in my appearance. My popularity among Damiens friends seemed to have been caused by Frederick, so it was upon my image of Frederick I based my new dress code.
Gone were my old thongs, along with my second hand shirt and pants. Gone was my neat, tame hair. In their place was a whole new look. I wore all black, close fitting black pants, a black shirt and a black leather jacket. For shoes, I now wore black runners. My hair, I started gelling up in all different directions. And suddenly, black sunglasses were a necessity.
I loved the new look. It helped accentuate the new me. Also, it didn’t hurt that Amy found it just as great as I did.
In fact, what Amy liked and wanted were suddenly incredibly important things to me. Had I been more honest with myself, I would have admitted I was falling in love with her much sooner than I did.
After that first party, we spent every day together. Damien was annoyed by this, but he accepted it. He was just glad I had settled in among his friends so well.
“It’s about more than merely the stealing” Amy said, as we walked down towards the supermarket.
“Please, enlighten me” I said, smiling.
“It’s about the act of rebellion. About doing something against the law. After all, by spitting in the face of the law, we show them what we really think of them”
“And what do we think of them?”
Amy laughed.
“The government spends its time fucking up our lives without fail. It’s what they do best. So why should we follow their rules?”
She turned to me.
“I’m going to let you take this one. Just remember what I told you”
Grinning, she gestured to the door. I smiled back and walked in, striding down the aisles towards my destination.
“This is good” Frederick said, nodding. “No fear, be confident.”
Recalling Amy’s pointers, I used my body to shield the bag of lollies I was taking from the view of the cameras. Trying to look casual, I wrapped my fingers around it and slid it into my pocket.
Filled with the adrenalin of success, I made my way slowly back to the door, occasionally stopping to look at some item or other, making it look as though I was still browsing.
“Excuse me”
I turned. A man was standing behind me, frowning. I noticed he was wearing a managers badge.
“Yeah?” I said, sounding nonchalant.
“I’m sorry to ask, but what is that you have in your pocket?”
“Why?”
“Just show me”
Panic shot through me. I had been caught.
“Calm down” Frederick hissed.
“What the fuck do I do?” I asked frantically. He sighed.
“Let me”
And suddenly, I was an observer again as Frederick took over my body. I watched as he reached into the pocket.
“Well, it appears to be a bag of lollies” he said, smiling innocently.
“Where did you get that from?” the manager demanded.
“Your shelf. I was trying to attempt a rebellious and thrilling act of shoplifting, but you caught me.”
Startled by his honesty, the manager reached out a hand.
“Give me those. I’m going to call the police”
“Are you now?” Frederick asked, his voice a deadly whisper.
“Yes. I am” he said firmly.
Frederick laughed, a chilling cackle that seemed to echo throughout the building.
“No, you’re not.”
He took a step towards the confused man. The manager shook his head.
“You know, I’m very sick of you little delinquents stealing from me. This time, you won’t get away with it”
“Yes, I will”
Frederick stepped forward again, staring him directly in the face. He smiled
“Watch me”
Frederick grabbed the mans throat, and, with terrifying strength, slammed him into the nearest shelf. The man yelled out as his head collided with the metal. From around the shop, other employees and customers came running at the sound.
Frederick walked through them all, never once moving overly fast, going at his own pace. No one tried to stop him, all too preoccupied with the unconscious manager.
Amy was standing in the doorway, looking shocked.
“What did you do in there?”
Frederick grinned.
“Spitting in the face of the law.”
He took her hand and led her away from the shop. Awed, I slid back into control, pushing Frederick out.
“And that, dear Chris, is how you handle such situations” he said, fading away again.
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29/5/2007 - Escapism
On Saturday, I went back to Yarra Junction for the first time in almost a year. The place used to be my little getaway, my escape whenever i grew sick of home. But i never wanted to go back after i got into a relationship there that ended badly.
I finally resolved to go back, as things at Caulfield are getting complex and difficult. I came back the next day feeling great; refreshed, relaxed, and totally prepared for the impending exams. I'd forgotten what a fantastic escape the place was.
It gave me a whole lot of new inspiration for this story I'm writing, based very loosely on the first visits i had there. For anyone interested in reading it, the link is below. Its very different to anything I've written before, not to mention, different from actual events. In this story i talk about insanity, drugs, sex, alcohol, etc. What actually happened was really very sweet and innocent.
Born of Dread and Fear
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23/5/2007 - Flame
Flame is a new novella of mine, the story of a young man with extraordinary powers who wages a constant battle against the darkness of his own soul; sometimes embracing it, sometimes rejecting it.
Having finished Flame, i also wrote a short prequel, Flame Rising, and have almost finished my sequel novella, Redemption.
As a small preview, and an attempt to get more people reading, here is that shart prequel, followed by a link to the rest of the story.
Flame Rising
Ellanti was woken by yells. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and looked around himself. A scrubby little clearing. He sighed and stood up.
Tall, thin grey trees swayed in the gentle breeze. Gold leaves fell around him, fluttering like strange butterflies. It was a typical autumn day, and this forest seemed to know it particularly well.
“Please! Please don’t!”
“Don’t? Don’t? If you didn’t want me to, then why did you make that remark?”
Frowning, Ellanti walked through the trees towards the noise. A short, fat man was kneeling on the ground, blood trickling from a cut on his cheek. A young woman was standing above him, holding a sword, her long red hair flowing out behind her. She had a strong looking face, set in a sinister smile.
“Apologize” she hissed.
“I’m sorry!” The man cried desperately. She laughed.
“That’s good for you”
Almost lazily she stepped forward and slid the sword into his chest. Ellanti watched, intrigued, as the thin blade slid between his ribs.
The man fell to the side as she pulled out the blade.
“Morning” she said brightly, without even looking at Ellanti. He said nothing.
“What’s the matter?”
“Why did you do that?”
“What, kill this piece of vermin? He insulted me”
“What did he say?”
“He said I should come back to his house for some fun. Said he’d pay well”
She smiled at him.
“Some people would call that overreacting. But as far as I can tell, all rudeness should be punished the same way.”
“Death?”
“Death indeed. What’s you name?”
“Ellanti.”
“Ellanti. I’m Wave”
Wave turned away from him, wiping the sword.
“So what brings to this area, Ellanti?”
“Nothing really. Just wandering”
“You do a lot of that?”
“Wandering? Yes, I suppose so.”
She turned back to him, sheathing the sword.
“Why do you wander, Ellanti? Why aren’t you at home, with your parents?”
“I don’t have any”
“Dear dear. How old are you?”
“I’m sixteen”
Wave nodded.
“Why don’t we have parents, Ellanti?”
Ellanti frowned. He was scared of this woman, this ‘Wave’ who killed men for mild insults and asked too many questions.
“They were killed”
“And did you avenge them?”
“Avenge?”
“Did you take your revenge against the killer?”
“What is revenge?”
Wave sighed. She walked towards him, shaking her head. Unconsciously, he took a step back.
“Revenge, my dear Ellanti, is the sweetest, greatest poison in all the world. Imagine the most fantastic feeling you can think of. Imagine yourself filled with it”
Ellanti nodded, thinking hard.
“Now multiply it by ten. That is equal to the satisfaction revenge will bring you.”
Ellanti was intrigued.
“But what is it?”
Wave laughed.
“If I hit you right now, and you hit me back harder, you would be taking your revenge. Understand? If you killed the one who killed your parents, if you slaughtered him, you would be taking revenge for them.”
“So when you killed that man…”
“I was taking my revenge for the insult”
“But shouldn’t you have just insulted him back? It wasn’t even that much of an insult anyway”
Wave laughed, and Ellanti shivered.
“Never skimp on revenge. Any insult, anything done wrong to you, anyone who gets in your way, they all deserve the same fate. Death is the consequence of their misconduct.”
“I think I understand.” Ellanti murmured.
“Good. Revenge seems the right path for you, Ellanti” she said, with a slight smile.
Ellanti shook his head.
“No. The ones who killed my family; there is no way I can ever hope to defeat them. They are too strong.”
“Not true. Do not ever allow yourself to believe such nonsense.”
Wave frowned.
“What am I doing? Giving revenge lessons to a complete stranger. I’m sorry I took up your time Ellanti, but I really must be going.”
“Please stay” Ellanti said. “I want to hear more. You’re the first person I’ve met who encouraged me to actually do something about their deaths. Do you know how long I’ve waited for that?”
“I won’t stay, but if you’d like to walk with me, I’d be honored”
Ellanti followed her as she began to stride through the trees. They walked for over an hour, passing through the forest and out into the broad green fields, through tall blades of grass, colors ranging from bright green to dark brown. The sky above was heavily overcast, threatening rain. Ellanti was constantly preparing to say something, but for some reason he kept backing down.
Waves words had unlocked a long forgotten fury, a desire he couldn’t name before, but could now. A desire for vengeance. Despite his fear of her, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.
If Wave taught him more, taught him how to fight…
But no. It was impossible. There was no way he could ever defeat the killer of his family, no matter how skilled he became. The idea was utterly laughable.
“Can you smell that?”
Ellantis thoughts stopped at Waves words. He looked up. The long grass was more spread out now; the dirt mostly replaced by golden sand. A salty scent wafted over the rolling dunes.
“What is it?”
“The sea, Ellanti. The inland sea. It’s where I got my name from”
“Why from the sea?”
Wave turned to face him.
“When a warrior becomes great enough, he or she may take on the name of an elemental force, based on their fighting style. Only one who is truly powerful may do so”
“Interesting”
Wave smiled.
“I like you Ellanti, and I think you deserve your revenge. If you like, I’ll teach you to fight. I will teach you to become an elemental force, like me”
“On what do you base your decision to grant yourself that title?” Ellanti asked. Seeing her look, he hurriedly added; “Just out of interest”
“The only one who can grant you that title is someone who already has one. Only an elemental can create another”
“So if you deem me good enough, you could…”
“Exactly.”
Ellanti knelt down and picked up a long sick from the sandy ground.
“Teach me”
Wave smiled coldly, revealing her pointed teeth.
“So I shall. But don’t say I didn’t warn you”
She looked down, and, finding her own stick, picked it up and pointed it at Ellanti.
“Then let us begin”
She ran at him, moving swiftly. Ellanti stepped out of her way, swinging his stick wildly. She whacked him on the throat.
“Bad move” She said, as he stumbled back, coughing.
“Let me show you how to parry attacks like that.”
And suddenly, Ellanti and Wave were spending their days sparring. They stayed near the sea, making a small camp. Every day was another few lessons for him. Wave was a skilled fighter, and she made sure he went to bed battered and bruised each night, only to do it all again the next day.
Late at night, while Wave slept, Ellanti would sit on the beach, looking out to sea, deep in thought.
To think that less than a week ago he had not understood vengeance…
It all made sense now. His innocence, his childhood was long gone now. Wave had taught him that.
At this thought, he glanced over at his sleeping mentor, smiling slightly. Waves eyelids fluttered and she murmured something, before rolling over.
She only ever looked peaceful when she slept.
“You know better than that”
Wave observed coldly as Ellanti pulled himself to his feet. She ignored the fact that he was coughing up blood and continued.
“Your fighting is useless. Really”
“Useless?” Ellanti growled.
“That’s what I said. Sure, you can fight to save yourself from minor foes, but real fighting?”
He stepped towards her, but she swung her stick and snapped him hard on the cheek. He fell again.
“This has been going on for nearly a week now Ellanti, and the only thing that has changed is your attitude”
“Maybe you’re just rubbing off on me” He said, with a forced grin.
“Maybe. Lets start again.”
He jumped up and ran at her. This time she hit him hard in the stomach, and as he doubled over, on the head. She kicked him as he fell.
And then, something happened. Ellanti felt something through all his pain and anger. Something that seemed to be calling for him to let it in, to embrace it. This new sensation scared him, but he let it take control, let it feed off him.
A strength such as he had never known filled him. For the first time, all his anger, fear, pain and confusion seemed resolvable.
Everything turned a bright shade of fiery red. His world had been engulfed in flames. All around him seemed different, inferior.
He stood up and faced Wave.
“Yes. Let’s start again”
They moved towards each other. She lunged at him, but he parried the blow, forcing her stick out of his way. He swung and hit her in the cheek. She remained upright and moved at him again, but he ducked down and brought his stick into her shins. This time she fell. A look of pure surprise was plastered across her face. Ellanti grinned.
“Your fighting is useless”
And now the tables had turned. Wave continuously came back at him, but it was no longer apparent who was teaching who. It was no longer apparent if any teaching was going on at all. Somehow, their fights had escalated into a duel of the wills, rather than lessons. Ellanti was faster, stronger and far more agile than her. All this became apparent throughout the remainder of the day, and night. Their fighting continued with no visible end, until finally Wave could take it no more.
“Freak!”
Ellanti froze in his spot, staring at her.
“What did you call me?”
“A freak! That’s all you are!”
“And why would that be?” Ellanti asked, his voice dangerously soft.
“No one can change heir fighting so suddenly, go from novice to expert in the space of seconds. It’s impossible!”
“And that makes me a freak?”
“Yes! It does!”
Ellanti walked towards her.
“All insults must be punished the same way”
A look of horrified understanding came over Waves face. She had just made the worst mistake of her life.
Smiling, Ellanti dropped the stick.
“Before I kill you, I need to ask. I am obviously beyond your skill. What elemental name will you give me?”
“Nothing” she snarled. “Only humans can achieve that”
Ellanti sighed.
“Really? Do I not look human to you?”
“No. You look like a monster.”
“Fine”
Wave drew her sword as Ellanti walked towards her. She swung it at him, but he dodged. They circled each other, their eyes locked in a furious inner struggle.
She attacked first, attempting to stab him, but he ducked and punched her in the stomach. She fell back as Ellanti straightened.
“What a fair fight. You realize that even with that sword, you don’t stand a chance.”
He dived at her, attempting to wrestle the blade out of her grasp. Their struggle lasted only a moment, before Ellanti twisted her arm and took the sword. Her eyes widened as he plunged it into her stomach.
Ellanti stood up and observed her, his eyes unpitying.
“I am an elemental, Wave, as much as you or anyone. What is my name?”
Wave laughed. A trickle of blood escaped her mouth.
“Get your revenge, Flame. I expect it of you”
“Thank you”
Flame pulled out the sword and turned away from her. The first rays of dawn were just starting to come over the horizon, lighting up the golden dunes in a glowing red. He could see the vast stretch of water beyond, the bright beams seeming to bounce as they reflected off the smooth blue surface.
There was a long path ahead of him, and he knew that better than anyone. The rays of the morning sun reached out to him, grasping like the hands of destiny.
He knew he was ready now.
Flame
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23/5/2007 - A Band Of Filthy Harlots
This is a comprehensive list of my good friends at the moment:
Casey: Intelligent, funny and non-conformist, Casey is one of those people that are just so rare and yet so awesome.
Sarah: Quirky, funny and generally cool, Sarah was and still is one of my best friends.
Tal: Wild, over the top, and just damned entertaining, Tal is just a great and unpredictable guy. Not very reliable though...
Willy: My beloved William, brother in arms during our awful maths class, and absolutely hilarious to be around, Will is one of those people that can always make you feel better, no matter what.
Claire: Ugh, don't even get me started on this one. Awful, horrible person, who deserves to be shot several times.
Naomi: Funny and smart, Naomi is a good and valued friend.
Lance: Tall, dark and British, Lance is the dream of any woman.
Kate: One of the few people who can boast to be as resilient to things most people consider disgusting as me. A great, funny and utterly different person.
Krochmal: Generally amusing and sweet, Krochmal is one of those innocents you just can't help but attempt to corrupt.
Smetak: One of my oldest friends, Daniel Smetak is one of those people who are just generally good. Perhaps not the most intelligent guy in the world, but certainly one of the best hearted.
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21/5/2007 - Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome...
On Saturday, Cabaret closed.
My first Caulfield Grammar School production, which has been a blast from start to finish, is done.
Alright, I lie when i say a blast. It was great fun, but it certainly had its ups and downs. Our musical and dance directors were annoying, screechy banshees, who were cruelly and relentlessly imitated and mocked backstage. But remove them from the equation, and the show would not have turned out so good unfortunately, so they had to be put up with.
The rehearsals were hard, but we survived and when it came to performance night...
Cabaret has been one of the best plays I've been involved in so far, and i look forward to seeing it for myself when the DVD finally materialises.
It tells the story of a writer, bored of his tame, controlled life, who flees to Berlin, searching for inspiration. There, he meets the charming, eccentric, cabaret dancer Sally Bowles, and the two begin a wild affair.
But things are not all well. The Nazis are on the rise, and the fun of the Cabaret is about to come to an abrupt and horrifying end...
My character was minor, but interesting. Steve starts out as an average man, who frequents the seedy Kit Kat Cub searching for entertainment. But as Hitler takes control, and his poverty grows, Steve is forced to take desperate measures in order to survive. One day, when the depression is at an all time high, he shows up to the club in a Nazi uniform, and participates in the destruction of the place. Steves friends gradually turn their back on him, and, like may of the characters, he winds up alone.
I highly recommend Cabaret to anyone who has the chance to see it, as it is one of the most interesting and multi layered popular musicals of our time.
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