*Hey, is there a battle going on right now? Or is it just, like, being planned?*
[Jade Stephelle]
"The talk of war is hovering," I commented to the air around me, "I wonder what the Yin side has to back themselves up."
I twisted my heels and pushed the air under the soles of my feet, and then I moved up. About three meters into open space I started walking. It wasn't solid (of course), it felt more like stepping on a firm pillow. Each foot slightly sagged behind the other in the light winds as I wandered.
Brendon was below me, standing, staring at a wall as if deep in thought. I gave a strange look and walked on to the edge of the roof, where I hopped off my cloud and onto it. Hard tiles crunched under my feet and I heard Xander on the other side. He was coming out of a hallway.
"Hiya, Xander!" I waved, and then called out, "What's going on? I've been hearing things, bad things."
For one of the few times, I felt a grim frown tug at my face.
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
*All members go to DT to talk about new plot point. Note for this it is first come first serve. The people who agree to this will probably have the biggest role in the over all plot.*
I ran through the battle field healing as many as I could. The Yin were prepared and were gunning for us healers. Only 4 of the 12 healers were sill active. The Knights that protected me flanked me. I was mentally connected to them so if they got hurt i could automatically heal them.
This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that’s barely out of its diapers. I’m old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.
i felt helpless. The battle was almost over and the Yin were winning. There were probably three Yin for every Yang. I had four on e right now. All i could do was parry the slashes with my blades as they struck. I was panting my lungs were empty. Then finally i slipped up. As i stepped back i stumbled on a root and was not able to parry the move. Now i was using my blades to keep the sword away while struggling to stay on my feet. Of course this lasted all of five seconds because the force of the man in front of me got me on my butt.
the four were now ready to take their final blows when i wailed. It was a deadly screech that i made to the most painful sound imaginable times three. It only reached about three yards around me so it did not do much damage to anyone else but those in front of me. But it was enough to get them down and me up. I got up quickly and ran back to the fight. Joining another fighting four i helped him take them down. while he blocked i struck them safely. But i knew i was about to crash. My knees were weak. My eyes were blurring. My throt was dry, my lungs empty.
All i wanted to do at that moment was crawl into my safe bed under the warm covers a sleep. Let my mom tuck me in like she used to before she died, my dad read me a story to. But of course they were dead, they died fighting the Yin. That's why i could not give up. That's when snapped awake. I was now in te battle, more then the beginning. i quickly looked at the men around me. i let out a load battle cry, that was so powerful the earth under me collapsed. I then charged into the battle again, ready for anything.
*Ready for anything... And my plot has changed since, Amon.*
Phaedra~Yin
I glided through the air impaling my enemies... backstabbing them when they least expected it. I bended their emotions until some ran screaming... mad.
I met in a battle with a harsh, battle-worn knight of the Yang. He took one look at me, in the eyes. He was a mind reader who could bend his power to find his enemy's weaknesses. I tried to block him out. He thrust and I dodged it.
"Ha, the little Knight fancies being a Queen." He quietly taunted, "You're such a little girl to imagine such possibilities no?"
"I'm not a little girl. I'm 15 and I can imagine what ever I'd like." I retorted. He raised an eyebrow. I stared at him, snaking my way into his mind, planting my little seed of terror into it, then took to the sky as he began screaming in agony.
From my place in the sky I could see the black knights of the Yin, clashing with those of the white knights, Yang. The white was more red than anything. The battle was oddly flowing and connected. We fought in a beautiful circle with the perfect contrast of white and black. It seemed so... harmonious... but it couldn't be. But it seemed so, though we were bitter enemies, to the death rivals, and complete opposites, it seems as if our energy flowed in a complex macrame that fit together so perfectly.
I dove down, a technique learned from the eagles, a fetched a bow and arrow from a fallen Denizen. I flew back up and shot arrows from the sky.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
The battle was now evening out. Slowly we were turning the tables and the old three to one odds was not two to one. And even that would soon change i knew. Because light always destroyed the shadows. I saw my side pushing harder, making the over confident Yin fall. I was hoping from man to man helping each quickly striking. then moving to the next and the next. Most of my hits only wounded the other side, but a few killed or made the other fall. But even if it did not completely defeat them it gave the Yang a chance to finish them. We were on the verge of winning. In fact we did. Soon we had turned the tables and the Yin were down to a few men. They saw this and knew there was no hope. They were defeated and ran from us. We were triumphant.
I had had to sneak out to the battle. My emotions were raging, it was best to fight and let them out in anger, though I wasn’t usually let outside the kingdoms borders. I stabbed at every Yin I could find. Soon my black dagger was scarlet at the tip.
Two Yin tried to corner me, and succeeded. One started stabbing at me as the other watched and fought off others. The lady Knight who was attacking me struck my arm until I felt it go through half the bone. I screamed in pain.
“Neoma! Kara!” called a wispy voice. I turned my head to see Joseph, my ghost godfather. And so did my attacker. A lock of her hair fell through her helmet. It was bright red, like my father’s.
“Kara,” I whispered. She looked down at me and took off her helm.
“How do you know my name?” she asked, taking a step back. That was my chance. I got up and ran back to the Yang base, dodging arrows and swords until I knew I was safe. I held my back to a tree and slid down, ignoring the pain shooting through my arm. I clutched it, my fingers becoming sticky with blood.
Joseph had appeared in a battle. He was a major pacifist; he wouldn’t even look at fighting. And my sister… I had thought she was dead…
I closed my eyes and took in a heavy breath. My wound would become infected. I would be found. I would be placed in the dungeon for disobeying the King. My family would be disgraced. All because I had tried to help my people.
And I didn’t care.
That was when I passed out.
******
Uhh, if we're going with Bolt's post, this is moments before. If not, then this is in the middle of the fight.
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
actually forever that was never decided, you guys said you should win, no one ever said it was going to happen. So i beat you to it before you could win.
**Erm, couldn't we have just voted on the idea? Like in the DT or something? Because I don't think anyone other than Amon really has the right to just dictate victory or defeat on a whim.**
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
