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Suddenly William ran forward across the rickety rope and wood bridge, the white blade of the Sword of Roses nothing more than a blur as it whizzed toward Darken. The steel-haired adversary flicked his blade out and countered, pressing William back. "Just die, Hayden!" Darken hissed and swung again, his sword aiming for a vital organ. William spun his sword, blocking Darken's attack and bringing the sword up to parry an overhead blow. "There's no way I can let you live, Darken. No way in hell, which is where I'll be sending you!" He thrust forward, narrowly avoiding a smiliar move from the dark-garbed adversary. They flung past one another and instantly reversed to send their blades cutting through the air at the other. William's compatriots looked for an opening, but were hard pressed to find one. Both William and Darken were fairly matched, and the Sword of Roses wasn't giving Will any advantage either. Stick wasn't going to give up, though, and ran forward, hoping to get a nice shot with his kunais. The bridge they were fighting on, however, had been there since the Drow had first moved in, and was held together by god-knows-what. As Stick crept towards the fighters, he stepped on a board that had seen more days than many rocks had. The board creaked for a second, then gave, sending Stick diving. His arms flung out and he managed to catch hold of the ropes, but he accidentally threw one of his razor-sharp knives at the same time. The knife whizzed through the air and cut one of the main support beams inches from where Gyrfalcon stood. The rope snapped like a whip and the entire bridge tilted. Darken clutched wildly at the edge of it and held on, while William also held on for dear life to the bridge. Nearby, Stick's leg was entwined in a bit of rope and he was dangling. Slowly, Darken eased himself away from William, who also made his way to the edge. Agonizing seconds later, Gyr's hand was almost within reach. William reached out his hand, and was abruptly shaken. Darken was shaking the bridge wildly, trying to dislodge his ex-partner. William held on for his life, and managed to weather the storm. "Even if you managed to stay on, you're still going to fall! Die, Hayden!" Darken screamed and slashed the other main rope with a large knife. The bridge buckled under it's own weight, and Gyrfalcon's hand was suddenly very far away, and growing farther... William Azunost and Stick both plummeted into the Abyss, while Darken ran off into the caverns from where he had pulled himself up. "WILL! STICK!" Gyrfalcon yelled, but they were already gone.

I officially sponsor him, if that'll help anything...time to trrack down Wyvern...*pulls out his Wyvern-O-Matic, and follows the beeps* Hey, this is leading...to...my...SAFE!!! *runs off with bloody murder screaming* Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Singing in the darkness N ever seen the light B ring me forth to peace Farther than then, see. A devil in the moonlight Dancing in the blood See king victims by fear Could I escape my self? Seeing further than be low A demon in the canyon Rocky walls for bid me A lone in the darkness W ail the mantra of the dead C law your fingers red Two forms to every one In finite in a new duet Shir king form for com fort Seeing Death beyond faith For get, remember Pain Truth in a mirror's edge A Tower to Ego's mind Jump it, d are you? G hosts form around And hungrily clutch A fire inside the pond Revealing all that feels Look between the words For t rue meaning to life Iso late Truth from Fiction And exp and your eyes Deeper into the pool of oblivion Sing the Duo Mantra Sing the Duo Mantra Sing the Duo Mantra Sing the Duo Mantra Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

A need deep within Clawing it's way out A need that's familiar And not, all the same A whisper inside me Telling me to do it It being unknown to Me and my soul What must I do? Why do I feel this Way, compelled to be Different and moved A need for help A need for God knows why or when Shamelessly futile Deeper to the top Surfacing my soul Bringing light in To the cobwebs So pure, filthy To the gentle touch, The suicide calm Of the darken night Like steely water Under heaven's air Filled with longing For a known mystery Ghosts of dawn they Flitter past like Cobwebs of hate in A ruined life Existence, why? Never formed inside A helpless thought Kidnapped, beaten Every promise, empty The lies so full of Pain and suffering Sweet like honey I clutch at myself Feel me fading fast Now I forgive me And wonder why

William strode forward through the darkness, his guided by a past that came flooding back. "See, Hayden? You just go through here a ways. Down here, the Guild will find new life!" Darken said, his smile colder than the stone walls all around them. "No more of the city, here, deep in the country, we shall run the operations from here!" They walked down in almost pitch-darkness, their footsteps echoing. Hayden didn't know how long they had walked, though it had probably been the better part of a day since he had seen sunlight. Suddenly the narrow tunnel opened up into a huge chamber, it's ceiling expanding far beyond where Hayden's meager light touched. The path sloped down from here, to where a group of sharp-eared drow worked at shaping huge black marble blocks. Beyond them, human workers strained at moving assorted types of stone. Vicious spread his arms wide. "Welcome to the new home of the Guild!" His laugh sent a chill down Hayden's spine, then he turned to him with intense gray eyes. "Come with me, Hayden! Help me overthrow Raven, and we'll rule the Guild together, as parters! You and I are the strongest, you know that! Together, nobody could stop us, not Raven, not Phoenix, no one!" Hayden opened his mouth to speak, but didn't say anything. Instead, he just shook his head. Darken's gaze grew sere. "Then that's your decision." There was a creaking noise as William took his first step onto the bridge. "You couldn't just leave well enough alone, could you, Hayden?" Hayden's eyes opened wide as he recognized the voice. Hayden walked into his room at the Guild, his feet sore from all the walking. Taking his cross-hilted knife from his belt, he laid it on his nightstand and went into the bathroom to bathe. As he laid in the bathing tub, he sighed and felt the hot water ease his sore muscles and relieve the constant tension. He fell into a light slumber, and didn't hear the door open on soundless hinges... "You could never just leave things alone, could you? You just had to come down here after me, didn't you?" The voice repeated, growing nearer and nearer. Hayden awoke to the sun shining in through his little window and arose. Walking over to his nightstand, he was slightly puzzled. 'I'm sure I left it right here when I got in the bath...hmm...oh well, it'll turn up. I don't have an assignment today, so I won't need it' once again unworried, he dressed in his traditional clothing and went down to grab a bite to eat. As he stepped out, two men walked up to him. "Come with us, Hayden. You're under trial for the murder of Scorpion. Please come with us right now." "Well, you've been a fool one too many times, Hayden, and now you're going to pay for it." A tall man with hair the color of steel and eyes sharper than knives walked forward out of the darkness, which seemed to play around him like hungry spirits. William put a hand on the handle of the Sword of Roses, his eyes narrowing to frozen slits. "Darken." The other man bowed elegantly. "The one and only, Hayden. I see that Violet was unable to stop you. Unfortunate. She'd have killed you quickly, you know." He put a hand to his sword-hilt also, and a hungry look came over his face. "I won't be so nice. Hayden walked through the empty halls of the Guild, his sword out and his senses alert. He had come for revenge, and found the place emptier than a tomb...something smelled like a rat. As he stepped through the door to the main hall, he found a single man standing at the other end. Hayden walked forward until he could make out the pure-black clothing. "Raven." "Hayden." "Raven, what happened here?" Hayden asked. "Where's Darken?" Raven smiled gently. "He came in one day and killed Phoenix and Serpent. He was too strong, he took over the Guild and moved it to somewhere deep underground." He reached inside his cloak and drew out a sabre. "Come on, Hayden. Show me what you're made of!" The two combatants stood frozen, crouched. "I won't forgive you, Darken. Not after all that you've done." Raven slumped against the wall, his black clothes damp with blood. His face bore a smile, though. "You...were much stronger...than I expected...Hayden." He said, coughing up red flecks into his hand. Hayden knelt next to him. "You...would...have...made...a much...better...leader than...Darken..." Raven coughed some more, and Hayden shushed him. Raven shook his head slowly. "Let...me tell you...a story...Hayden." He coughed a bit more, and his strength seemed to come back. "There once was a bird who was caught in a cage. He wanted to get free more than anything else in the entire world. He spent all his time trying to be free, and in doing so, became a cold bitter bird who made all the other birds in the cage do his work. One day the bird finally got free, but the instant he broke free of the cage, he was killed by a cat who was waiting." Raven coughed again, and blood oozed out from between his lips. "Don't be that...bird...Hayden. Don't...make...the...same...mistake that...I...d..i...d..." And with that, Raven died.

William floated randomly. Time lost all meaning, and the light seemed to fill up everything. He drifted peacefully. Eventually he looked up and saw a faint dark spot, far away. An eternity later, he looked back and it was bigger. A millisecond later, it was much closer. Staring at the black spot, he suddenly felt a little strange, as if he was waking up. As the feeling spread through him, the black spot got bigger and bigger until it was an inky void, threatening to swallow him up. With a start he awoke. The woman struggled against his grip, the iron rods shaking in her grasp. "Violet. Your name is Violet." She stopped struggling a little. "Yes...that's where I know you from...we were in the Guild together, you and I...and Darken." William said, his brow creasing a little. Suddenly he threw her against the nearest wall with a frightening force. He held her to the wall with one arm pressed right below her neck, pinning her there. "Where is Darken?" He asked, his face cold as ice. "I...don't...know..." she said, her breathing a little hoarse. William's eyes grew even more intense. He ripped the Sword of Roses from it's scabbard and held it to her throat. "I'll ask you one more time. Where is Darken?" She choked a little and her breath came easier. "He's down farther...he heard that you were coming...he's expecting you, Hayden! He'll kill you!" William let her go, and she slumped against the wall. He turned away, then stopped. "If you get between me and him one more time, I'll kill you." With that he walked off down the tunnel, his companions in tow. Behind him, the purple-garbed assassin rubbed her injured chest. "Damn fool."

Heh, my little 100 wish probably would have been that one day, someone says they ought to read some William Jones and mean it. Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Glomp onto to the answer? Heh. Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

*backs away from Xradion* I...think...I...have...urgent...busines...ELSEWHERE!!! *screams and runs off, and will never look at an egg the same again.* Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Floating...floating...William idly looked over at another mirror, which flashed and grew transparent as he looked upon it's shining surface, revealing another picture, this time of a young man kneeling on the bank of a river tossing stones into the water. Plunk. Hayden tossed in a stone, watched it sink to the bottom. Contemplating the ripples, he didn't even hear the steely-haired man come up behind him until he spoke. "William." It wasn't a question, but a demand. Darken was that way. "What is it, Darken?" William asked, throwing another rock. Plunk. The other man sat down next to William, his clothes immaculately tailored as usual. "It's about Scorpion." Plunk. "What about him?" Will asked. Plunk. "Last night his body washed up on the riverbed near the cemetary." Plunk. "And what's this supposed to mean to me?" William grabbed another rock. "A certain cross-shaped knife was found sticking out of his back." William stared at the rock. "What are you implying, Darken?" The other man got up and turned to leave. "I'm not implying anything, Hayden. But I'll say this. Phoenix knows that you carry a cross-hilted knife exactly like the one found on Scorpion...or should I say, in Scorpion." The tall assassin walked away, leaving Hayden alone again. The ripples spread out from the pond, touching other ripples, and changing them irreversably. William gazed into the shining waters for hours that day. A flashing sensation, and suddenly William was once more in the sea of light. Another mirror floated by, this one more ornate than the rest. The scene blurred into reality... Silence reigned the huge room. A single skylight let in a patch of sunlight. Standing in that patch was Hayden, his best clothing on and his sword buckled to his side. The powerful sunbeam reflected off his shining buttons and seemed to be drawn to the sparkling hilt of his sword. All around him fellow Guildmembers stood on risers, silently staring at him. He stood at the lowest point in the auditorium, having to look upwards. In front of him were three large pedestals, each reaching halfway to the vaulted ceiling. On each stood a different person, all of them wearing a different color. On the left pedestal was Phoenix, crimson cloak matching his fiery hair. On the right pedestal stood Serpent, clothed in a shimmering green cloak and being the owner of long black tresses. In between them, slightly higher up, stood Raven, the leader of the Guild. His cloak was jetblack, as was all of his clothing. He wore a high-necked, tight-fitting black shirt with ebon buttons. His pants were straight black pants, and his shoes were black too. His hair was black also, and perpetually hung down over his right eye, giving him a strangely mystical look. His visible eye looked down upon Hayden coldly. "Hayden, member of the Assassin's Guild, you have been charged with the murder of fellow Guildmember Scorpion." The words hung in the air like palpable things, heavy and dark. "How do you plead?" Hayden looked around at the faces of his fellow Guildmates. None of them were smiling...except one man. A man with hair like newly cooled steel and eyes like knives. And a smile that was worth a million words. In that split-second, Hayden realized his fate. No longer could he live his current life the way he had been. No more easy missions and running free through the night like a falcon flying free. In that second, Hayden saw his fate. And chose to accept it. "Not Guilty." Raven smiled a little, but his eyes were still colder than ice. "Executioner, show the accused the evidence." A large man with a gigantic black axe strode forward with Hayden's knife in his hand. He stopped a few steps from Hayden, and held the knife forward. "Hayden, is this your knife?" "Yes it is." Executioner turned and walked back. "It is the opinion of this court that you are indeed lying and that the sentence be carried out. The sentence for killing another Guildmember..." He let those words hang, then his smile widened a little. "...is death. Executioner, do your duty." Hayden stood stock still as the Executioner strode forward. He stared straight ahead until the black-garbed man stood less than a foot away. Then he whispered something. "Huh? I didn't catch that." Executioner asked, leaning forward. Hayden whispered again. "What the hell are you saying?" asked the Executioner, leaning until his ear was right next to Hayden. "Goodbye." The uppercut took the axe-wielding man completely by surprise, sending him about a foot in the air. Twisting serpentinely, Hayden kicked him. The executioner flew through the air for a few feet then hit the ground with an audible thud and skidded. Hayden looked around. "My name is Hayden. Remember that. One day I will return, and when I do, none of you will survive. Until that day, you will hunt me, track me, find me. And you will lose me, miss me, and then you will die. My name is Hayden, which will be the last thing you whisper as you shuffle off of this mortal coil." He looked up at Raven. "Goodbye." With that he turned and strode towards the exits. Serpent made as if to summon guards, but Raven raised a ebon-garbed hand. "Let him go." Serpent's eyes widened. "But sir-" "Let him go." Serpent almost said something else, then nodded her head. William strode past the guards and out into the street. Looking around, he grinned coldly. A new wind was blowing, a wind of chaos and change.

Hmm, I haven't written in a long time, oh well. Here we go! Your smile is a glacier cracking in two Your heart could destroy the kindest view You've beauty, 'tis true, but the cruelest sort I hate you, despair, and withdraw my support. You've got something for everyone But nothing for me I've seen all the lies and truth And all there is to see Despair's a girl with wicked eyes A fetching smile that can criticize A perfect body with perfect curves With so much more than she deserves She's got something for everyone But nothing for me I've seen all the lies and truth And all there is to see She'll draw you in and hold you close And hurt you where you feel it most She'll take your soul and throw it away And then she'll with your ruined body play She's an evil mistress with a hidden plan Like a secret spy from a distant clan She'll hide her face until the end And then she'll reveal she's not a friend She's a banshee, a demon, a fiend Like the darkness before light intervened Nothing she'll say should sway your path If nothing else, should ignite your wrath She's got something for everyone But nothing for all We've seen all the lies and truth And we've seen how to fall Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

William floated in a sea of light, his thoughts appearing in front of him like hovering flames. As he floated, he gazed downward and saw a mirror floating along, it's shining surface turning from opaque to a vision as he watched. He saw a young man in an embroidered coat standing in a crowd of other people dressed the same. They stood in a large stone hall with a raised platform at one end. William floated downwards, toward the mirror, closer and closer... Will felt the tension in the air all around him like a living thing, breathing fear and apprehension. All around him, identically dressed people stood chatting nervously, making small talk. Will smirked. Fear was not something to dismiss, it was something to be harnessed, to be used for whoever was strong enough to take it. Suddenly he felt the mood change around, and he turned to the platform in time to see a man in a deep crimson cloak appear on the platform. His face was hidden by long hair the same color as the cloak, and it covered his eyes completely, giving him a mysterious look. The cloak was pinned at the shoulder with a Phoenix pin. The ruby eye of the Phoenix seemed to glare malevolently around. "Today, all of you gathered here are being considered for entrance into the Guild. All of you here are risking your lives for this chance. The chance of you making it in here is very slim, and all of you are already dead to the world. Your families have recieved word of your deaths, and more than three-quarters of you will soon be lying in unmarked graves." Murmurs passed among the people at the words. Will smirked again. "Now fight, all of you. The survivors will be chosen." There was a momentary pause as everyone reeled at the news, but Will wasn't surprised. Immediately he drew his sword and sunk it deep into the chest of the man next to him, twisting it and pulling it out a second later. The man coughed up blood and then fell to the floor dead. Quickly turning, Will cursed the close-quarters conditions of this and drew the sword across another man's throat, sending him to the floor too. By this time, everyone else was fighting too. Will quickly tossed his sword down and grabbed two daggers from his belt, using them to fend off another man with a club. Quickly sidestepping a little, Will stabbed the knife into the man's throat and pulled it out again. Somehow he managed to avoid getting any blood on him at all as he fought. William turned and drew the knife across a woman's jugular again, but something warned him as he finished. Quickly he moved to the right, faster than lightning and reached up. Catching the poisoned blade by the hilt, he finished spinning and hurled it back at the thrower, who doubled over and lay twitching. The cloaked man raised a hand. "Stop." Looking around, Will noted only two other survivors. One was a woman with long black hair and green eyes, and the other, a man with hair the color of snow and eyes like steel. They eyed each other warily for a while, all of them breathing a little heavily. "You three are all accepted into the Guild. Pick your names now." The woman sighed and stretched. "My name is Violet." The man with the steely eyes didn't move, but simply said "My name is...My name will be Darkness." The man in the cloak looked at William. "And your name?" "Hayden." The mirror blurred and grew opaque, and William found himself floating alone in the sea of light again.

Suddenly William turned and heaved a mighty blow, cleaving the air inches from Seth's head. Seth opened his mouth to say something, but then he felt a warm trickle on his shoulder. Looking behind him, he saw the bloody stump of an arm held over his head, the hand holding a sword a few feet away. Turning, he quickly kicked the body away and drew his sabre again as the second wave closed in and the defenders were all seperated. William swung the bloody sword again savagely, his vision tinted red. No more was he the master swordsman, but a techniqueless savage, raining blows upon anyone unlucky enough to get close to him. A man fell to the ground, split messily in half by the sword, as Will tasted blood on his face. Soon he was ringed with bodies and no man dared to step near him. "Come on then, you bloody fools! You brought this down!" His breathing was ragged, and his clothing was ripped in a few places. The angel on his forhead was flecked with red, giving it a wholly demonic appearance. The black-garbed warriors all stood silently, weapons held tightly in gloved fists. Will spun around, looking for anything to explain the sudden change in their behavior. "I believe that you won't live long enough to exact any more revenge, warrior." A voice said from beyond the black-garbed attackers. William spun around to face it, the Sword of Roses held in both hands. A figure clad in skin-tight violet walked forward through the crowd of silent adversaries. Quite obviously a woman, she held herself with the calm grace and proud stance of a fighter, and in each of her hands was a short metal rod. Her face was concealed except for her eyes, which shimmered like twin emeralds, a deep green quite uncommon. William didn't lower his sword an inch as she approached. "Who are you, and who do you fight for?" William asked, his breathing slow and heavy. The woman laughed and raised one of the short steel rods. "I've come for your life, Hayden!" She called and lunged for him, the heavy rods moving faster than one would think possible. William barely had time to bring the white sword to defend against her furious onslaught. Hayden? Is she from the Guild? No, she can't be...then who? Thoughts flashed through his mind as he mechanically defended against the ferocity of the woman's blows, slowly giving ground. Her eyes flashed victoriously, and he was suddenly thrust back into the present as she swung the right rod directly at his head. Without thinking, he reached up with his left hand and grabbed the rod. FLOODINGBREATHINGINOUTINOUTNONONONO! Her eyes widened as he grabbed the solid iron rod out of midair in his bare fist. "How do you know my name?" He asked, still holding the metal rod mere millimeters from his eye. "How do you know my name? Answer me!" He pushed back, his voice full of anger now. Her brilliant green eyes registered shock and dismay in the dim cavern. NEVERNEVERNEVERNEVERNEVERCAN'TGOFURTHER! He advanced, and she took a step back, their hands still clasped on the solid rod. "How do you know my past? How do you know me?" KNOWINGLEADSTOFEARKNOWINGISNEVERENOUGH "How do you know Hayden? Did the Guild send you?" His eyes bored holes into her. LUSTLOVEBREATHINGAGAINLUSTGREENEYESHATRED "Tell me!" SWORDOFROSESNEVERAGAINSOLIDSTEELLIGHTINHEAVEN "TELL ME!" OBLIVIONABOVEINTHESKIESOFDARKENESSLEADINGTONOTHINGNOOOOTHHHIIIINNNGGG! Then suddenly the Sword of Roses seemed to explode, and William fell into the deepening halo of light.

*Echoes Gyr's comments!* Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Three words, man. Creepy As Hell Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Well, as long as it's going on, I'll run one off for the person that was my personal reason for joining The Mighty Pen. And I'll just continue with the weird name. Mighty and wise, a father to us all A light burning for the forgotten A torch in the gloomy nightfall To show us what we've gotten Peredhil, a man beyond time A master of pen and text Guilty of no vice, and also no crime The winner of any contest Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

See-yo-den Dark-Ai (Cioden Darkeye) The rest are fairly self-explanatory. TRALLA-LA-LA-LA-LA!!! Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

William woke up abruptly, his side stinging a little. Looking down, he noticed that he had rolled over onto the Sword of Roses, and it was digging into his ribs painfully. Rolling the other way, he found that he was suddenly wide awake. Shrugging, he got up and walked over to where Seth sat, facing the lake. "Seth, I'll take over...Seth?" His elegant friend stared straight ahead at nothing. William looked around a little, then suddenly leapt back to his sleeping roll and did a somersault, coming up with the sheathed Sword of Roses in his hand. Serpent-quick he had the blade out of the scabbard and held at the ready in his hands, looking around for trouble. "Come on out, whatever you are!" Something in him twinged, like a muscle pulled tight in his mind, and he spun, sword cutting through the air like wind. Less than a foot from his face, a spear-wielding man dressed all in black hurtled at him silently. Reaction time was instantaneous as William brought the already-moving sword flashing upward. The white blade lodged in the man's abdomen, and he slumped against Will, knocking him down. "Attack, attack! Wake up, we're under attack!" Will yelled, then pushed the dead man off of him and stood, the blood-stained Sword of Roses held in his grasp. Before him, ten more of the black-garbed men rushed forward with spears clutched in their hands.

William spread his sleeping roll out on a nice flat surface and sat down, stretching sore legs. "Well, this is the part where we sleep, guys. I'll keep second watch, someone want first?" Seth raised his hand. "I'll do it, Will. I'm not going to bed for a while anyway." Will sighed and laid back, his head aching. His magical awareness detected minute figures darting around, and when he looked up he saw them, tiny little fairies about as big as his thumbnail, comprised of pure magical energy. From time to time they'd dart close to the fire then zoom away. William smiled and laid his head back, a feeling of peace overcoming him.

*Pointedly agrees with Nyyark* Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Welcome, Mira, to our world But realize that nothing's true The world is strange and imperfect too But we still manage by our selves The fighters will fight, until the end Because that's how it goes But us writers will write, until the end For the love of The Mighty Pen Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

(Pain!) Feed the demons! (Kain!) The Devil's branding! (Stained!) A bonded freeman! BUT I'M STILL STANDING! (Pain!) You think that you won! (Kain!) You're still demanding! (Stained!) The darkened dead one! BUT I'M STILL STANDING! That's the chorus. Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

This song is dedicated to every single jerk that decided that I was an easy target. It's also dedicated to every problem I've ever run into, and every difficulty I've overcome. The words in (parentheses) are yelled in the background. Smack me down again Taste the blood on my face Another lying friend I've fallen into disgrace (Pain!) Feed the demons! (Kain!) The Devil's branding! (Stained!) A bonded freeman! BUT I'M STILL STANDING! (Pain!) You think that you won! (Kain!) You're still demanding! (Stained!) The darkened dead one! BUT I'M STILL STANDING! You've knocked me down before Drank my soul like a river, liar Treated me like a whore And slammed me into the mire (chorus) I'm still standing, you little worm I'm still standing before the storm Nothing else can knock me down I'm stronger than your bloody crown (chorus) A fist to my face, there's a treat A friendly abuse, sealed your fate You'll never be my equal, fool Because you're so @#%$ cruel (chorus) There is nothing... There is nothing... There is nothing else but The soul of flame, The eyes of thunder, The heart betrayed So come on down And face the end You're much weaker Liar friend You're a liar! (chorus x2) Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Very interesting, indeed. I like this, and hope you stay. By the way, good luck on building that sanitarium for the rest of humanity. Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Come to me softly Bring me a new light Give me something to believe A handle in the madness A love that will help To ease the insanity Bring me a light Show me the light! Something to fight for Something to gain A heart to win over A brand new refrain So show me the light dear And open my eyes I'll give you my magic And we'll never die I'll stare into your eyes And see the distant sunrise You open up a part of me Long forgotten and abused Shine a light into my open Wound that would not heal Just live for me, that's all I ask of you, my dear Something to fight for Something to gain A heart to win over A brand new refrain So show me the light dear And open my eyes I'll give you my magic And we'll never die Shine, shine your light Be my angel for a day at least Be my perfect darling friend And so much more, I beg of you Shine, shine your faith Deep into the well of death Illuminite my secrets to burn And so much more, I beg of you Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta