Snypiuer

This goes along with 'The Forgotten Battle', I think there is one more that should be written to go with these. If any one wants to read 'The Forgotten Battle', I've been thinking of looking for some of my old stuff from the Archmage boards and putting them in the Library. Just don't know when I'll get to it. Hope you guys like it. OUR LOVE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heat from the dawning sun Stirs the morning fog Sending it swirling across the valley Like the souls of long dead warriors. As the last of the mist burns away To reveal a clear, crisp day Sun light spills down upon two vast armies Reflecting off of belt and buckle, shield and sword - like shards of shattering crystals. With banners unfurled, they face each other Yet there is no movement and not a sound is made As if each individual were alone upon the valley floor. Alone with her. His entire being intent upon her. For she is here, and SHE IS BEAUTY. With translucent veils that float about her Like gossamer webs, adrift upon gentle breezes Known, only, unto them She dances before us. This is her gift And while the reasons given May be honor, pride, greed or glory It is for her that we are truly here. As she dances before us It is as if she glides across the ground With her feet never touching the ground Yet each footstep reverberates across the valley Building with intensity 'Till it is like a wave that crashes down upon us Engulfing us in its rhythm. Its cadence pounding in our veins. Its beat throbbing in our temples. Our souls burn with it. The very core of our being is consumned by it. Yet, not a sound is heard Not a movement is made Breath, niether inhaled nor released. A yearning. A wanting. A need. Builds with in each of us. The feeling grows 'Till our muscles strain with tension Our bodies vibrate with its intensity. And at the very moment that it can no longer be endured A mighty roar is heard from each and every throat For it is at that very moment that she finishes her dance And opens her arms wide to embrace us. And joyously we run to her. Our love. **********************************************************

Yui-Chan! A million thanks! Glad some of you enjoyed and liked my intro. Every one realizes this is a true story, right? Actually happened to me. In REAL life. And, my mother really DID do that. She also made me check for little green men that lived in our attic (a 6year old kid will believe ANYTHING). She also made me check all the rooms, closets and under the beds while everyone else stayed in the car when ever we returned home late. This was, of course, just so that she could sneak in the back door and jump out at me. YEP!! Snypiuer loves his mother. Well, as I said in the beginning, I would love to hear any one elses "true" ghost stories, or any other "unusual" occurances that they have PERSONALLY had. I love my mother, I love my mother, I love my mother......

Thanks, Peredhil! Actually attempting to move it now. Since, basically, I'm an idiot - I have been unable to!!! I know it's probably right in my face and disgustingly simple. Will work on it, unless some one else is able to! Nice to see you guys again, been spending most of the time reading - getting inspiration from some of the best writers I've ever had the pleasure to read (why I even pretend to be able to have my stuff in here, I'll never know!)

Unsure if this is right place to post. Or if any one has brought it up (didn't find it any where else!). If it needs to be moved, G'hed! Anyways, this isn't a made up story and if any one has one of their own (1st hand please. No, "My cousin's uncle's neighbor's dog's former owner....." stories). First off, you need to know that I don't get scared. I can be surprised, startled and such, but i don't get scared. Case in point: An individual on drugs comes through my window. I awake, turn on the light, pull a knife and calmly tell him that he came in the window, he can go out the window. Even gave him a cigaret to calm HIM enough to leave. I went back to sleep. I believe that this odd trait comes from having a mother that believed that scarring her little children was hilarious (I love my mother, I love my mother). Yep, nothing funnier then tapping on your kids window at 2am just to scare them! (I love my mother, I love my mother). This lady took me at 6years old to see the Exorcist (I love my mother, I love my mother). As you might imagine, I was unable to sleep that night. So, my mother sat with me in the living room with the tv on. As we sat watching the test pattern (Because that was all that was on - and if THAT doesn't tell you how old I am! Oh well.) I turned to my mother - Whom I love with ALL my heart - and ask' " Mommy, can that really happen?" Now, at this point, any REASONABLY sane mother (Why a reasonably sane mother would take their 6year old child to see the Exorcist? I'm still working on that!) would hug her child and say, "No. It's just a movie!" NOT MY MOTHER! (I love my mother, I love my mother). My mother puts on the evilest grin she can and slowly turns to HER 6year old child and says, in the deepest, evilest voice she can, "YESSSSS!!!!!!" At this point, all I can think is, "Well that sure does explain a LOT!" (I love my mother, I love my mother). There's more, but I digress. I only wish to point out that I do not get scared (which is vital to my story) and that I love my mother. Here goes. I was living in El Paso, Tx. about 8 or 9 years ago. It was a Friday night, around 3 or 4 am. I had just worked a double shift at the factory I worked at and was tired. I decided not to take the freeway home and make my way down city streets. I was on a part of Alameda street that, at this time of night - especially on a Friday night - should have been packed with people. There are several 24hour cafes and it is right by the border to Juarez, Mexico. People would go to Juarez and party and on the way home, would stop and get menudo or something else for breakfast before going home. There were always people on the street at this time on a Friday night. Except this particular Friday night. As soon as I turned the corner onto this stretch of Alameda, I knew something was wrong. It was surreal, like an episode of the Twilight Zone. The streets were completely empty. As I slowly drove down the street, I looked in the cafes. They were empty. Just the waitresses and cooks sitting at the counters, looking at eachother. At this part of Alameda, it is a 4 lane street. 2 lanes headed one way, a concrete median and 2 lanes headed the other direction. I drive in the lane next to the median, with a lane between me and the sidewalk. I wonder why no one is out when I notice a young lady walking in the same direction I am driving. She is wearing a short white, lacy dress with heels. As I approach her, she is to my right, I am still in the lane next to the median with a lane between me and the sidewalk that she is walking on (In the same direction, so I'm looking at her back). As I get closer to her, I get the urge to look at her. She's alone and walking down a street that should be packed -I'm curious. As I come perfectly perpendicular to her, I'm looking and her head just SNAP'S to the left and locks eyes with me, as if she KNEW where my eye's were BEFORE she looked. Her head is looking straight at me (Like her head is on sideways, looking over her left shoulder) as she continues to walk. I IMMEDIATELY look straight ahead. Because I'm terrified! Her eyes bulged out of her head, with her eyelids pulled taught around them. Her nose was flattened against her face and her teeth and gums jutted out past her lips that were stretched over them. All her teeth were long, crooked and pointed. As I looked foreward, I felt it. I KNEW that if I were to turn around or look in my rearview mirror, I would see her. She was in my back seat. I reached up without looking and turned my mirror, so I COULDN'T see behind me. I was so scarred, I wanted to cry. I felt on the back of my next, something so close, that if it were to move, not even 1/2 a hair's width closer, it would touch me. I could FEEL her behind me. The feeling of terror did not weaken the entire ride home. I was on the verge of tears ALL the way. I got home. Got out of my car. Closed the door without looking and the feeling that she was RIGHT behind me was still there! Something told me I couldn't run. I had to walk. The feeling stayed with me all the way to my apartment, where I opened the door just enough to squeeze through and shut the door. The instant I shut the door, the feeling vanished. I felt drained from the fear, but I was no longer so afraid that I wanted to cry. To this day, I wont drive down that street at night when I go to El Paso to visit! Hoped you enjoyed!

Melba sits at her desk, busily doing all the work Wyvern takes credit for, when a rip in reality itself opens before her. She calmly reaches out and presses the button on her speaker phone, "Uh, Mr. Wyvern, sir? I think you need to come in here." A dark figure steps through the rip, followed by three smaller figures. The rip closes behind them. Vast and ancient energies pulse from the figure, warping time and space around him. Melba once again presses the button and speaks a little louder, "Wyvern, I think you should come out here." The sound of Wyvern's door locking and furniture being moved against the door can be heard. A muffled, "I'm busy, be out as soon as I can!" makes its way through the door. Melba realizes she's on her own. Being the professional that she is, she composses herself and says, "May I help you?" The dark figure moves foreward and seems to transform - no longer does raw power pulse from him. There, before Melba, stands a man about 6 feet tall, with an eye patch and dressed in black leather. A wide brim hat sits atop his head and a cloak (blacker then the darkest pits of the Nether world) flows from his shoulders. Two things remain disturbing about him, he seems to look at Melba with his left eye - which is covered with a patch, and the cloak seems to move on its own, as if it were alive. Behind him were 3 squirrells, fully 3 feet tall and dressed in leather armor. As the stranger starts to walk around the office, looking at every thing, Melba tells him, "Excuse me sir, may I help you? Also, pets are NOT allowed in the office." She is startled at how quickly the 3 are atop her desk and glaring at her. The stranger continues to explore the office, as he quietly speaks, "They are not pets. They are my companions: Mr. Moog, Silvia, and Pith." As they are named, Mr.Moog takes his hat off and hides behind it, shyly, and waves - he is about 6 inches shorter then the other 2, but twice as wide. Silvia - a female squirrel, missing half her tail and with a scar that took the top of her right ear, down across her right eye and through the right side of her mouth (giving her a perminent snarl and an eye patch), just glares. While Pith - the only one that seems to care about his looks, removes his hat and, with a sweeping motion, bows deeply while taking Melba's hand and kissing it. All while keeping his eyes upon her. The stranger continues, " Together, they have killed 9 Dominion and 26 Red Dragons. In fact, the little fat one - Mr. Moog - killed a dragon by himself." Mr. Moog puffs out his chest proudly. Silvia and Pith look at each other - and fall off the desk laughing. Mr. Moog gives them a hurt look. The stranger stops, turns half way towards Melba and with a slight grin says, "The dragon tried to swallow Mr.Moog. . . . and chocked to death." Silvia and Pith finally make their way back on the desk (falling several times from their fits of laughter) while Mr. Moog puts his hat back on, refuses to look at Silvia and Pith and "Humpphh's" a lot. The stranger walks to Melba's desk, "They are powerful mages in their own right. My closest companions and I would personally appreciate if you would treat them as such." A chill ran down Melba's spine, as she realized who the stranger was. A mage of vast power. Power gained from his attempt to take the place of the long dead Blood God. Power from the very source that killed the Blood God. A power that some claim has driven him insane beyond all measures. Melba calmly pressed the intercom button and said, "Mr. Wyvern. Snypiuer is here to see you." A muffled cry and the sound of a window opening is heard from behind the locked door. With a grin, Snypiuer once again began walking around the office. That's when Melba noticed he was pocketing things. She got up, walked over to him and was about to say something when Snypiuer spoke, "Don't really need to see Wyvern." A muffled "Woohoo!" is heard through the door. In a conspiratorial tone, he whispers to Melba, "I believe he thinks I'm after him from the last time we played Nimball™." "Anyways, just felt like stopping by and seeing some old friends." Snypiuer said. "Maybe I'll stick around a bit." Melba stepped back as Snypiuer turned to her with a grin that then froze her in place and said to her, "Maybe cause a little trouble." Power once again began to pulse from him, as he reached out and tore a rip in reality. He stepped through and was followed by his 3 companions. The rip closed and the office was silent. The sound of furniture being moved, was followed by the door to Wyvern's office being unlocked and opened. Wyvern stepped out and said,"Um, I see our guest has left already?" Melba gave Wyvern a look that made him start to molt. "Look," Wyvern said, "We weren't sure if he'd ever show up!" Melba said, "Well, he's here now." "Yup. He's here now." Was all Wyvern could say, as he hung his head and sighed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi guys, Don't know how often I'll post. Will try to behave. HEY! Why isn't there a little blue smiley with 3 eyes and wrapped with duct tape!?!

Through out the year We await the day That marks........ Wait a minute . Falcon has a girl friend!?! wow. I have been out of the loop WAAAYYY too long! HAPPY B-DAY!! But, most of all, congrats on that girlfriend thing! Guess you're not writing any depressing poems any more! Who'd a thunk it.