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Aluzheki Separated - Chapter 3
 “NO!” Tahmr screamed. “Please, you can’t! We’re not a threat-”
 Arsis stood up and raised her hand again. He withdrew and was silent. “You do not understand, Ripling. We will not march to war. At least, that isn’t our intention. If what you say is true, then no harm will come to Ripur, and I will need to rethink my approach of this matter. It is difficult to believe your testimony, but you sound sincere.” She smiled and sat down again. “Gather the watchmen, and also, bring me the record from the library. I want to study Ripur’s history to see if they are as peaceful as he claims, or if their pacifism is a new development.” She looked down at Tahmr. “You are free to go, under the supervision of my servants, of course. Bernark and Ibek will show you out. You may return to Ripur when we leave tonight.”
 Tahmr bowed awkwardly, unsure if it was a proper gesture. When he looked back at Arsis,
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Aluzheki Separated - Chapter 2
 The next morning was clear and bright. The sky was cloudless, and the sun had just risen over the valley. Tahmr lay in bed, pondering his options. Kandrim hated him, and would almost certainly try something to have him killed or to launch an attack on Ripur. A massive burden was now on his shoulders, and it weighed him down, holding him to his bed. He wished he never went to the lake.
In spite of the weight, he climbed out of bed and quickly slid his feet into his boots. Kandrim was more than likely already waiting for him. She’ll probably leave sooner than later, insisting that he never showed up. He grabbed a dark cloak, threw it over his head, and sneaked out of his house, stepping onto the quiet morning road.
 It was strangely empty, more so than usual. He only passed two people carrying carts to set up their shops on the market street. To avoid being stopped by anyone, he took the detour through the back road, leading behind a row of dilapidated buildings that had
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Aluzheki Separated - Chapter 1
  The valley was on fire. That’s what Tahmr’s mother would say every autumn, when the trees in the valley turned golden, and the chilly northern wind blew down from the mountains, sending the leaves flying upwards like the embers from a roaring fire. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and one of many sights that the people of Ripur were looking forward to as summer came to an end. It had been a peculiarly hot summer, filled with seemingly endless days of growing vegetables in the garden and herding the sheep to new pastures. Tahmr, who had been tasked with both chores, was thoroughly exhausted, and noticeably more tan than he usually was from working in the hot sun.
  On this particular day, at the end of summer, Tahmr returned to the village from herding the sheep to the southern field. The roads were full of late morning shoppers and friends catching up with each other, but he paid them no mind, as he often did. People often stopped him and asked why he never s
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Numquam Fidelis
For wisdom I've laid down
These old things that I've found
But it's worth it just to see
How your smile changes me
Seeking to understand
Fearing the world's demands
Never will I ever see the end of it
I never said that every single second
of my life would make sense
So without simplicity
We seek the only certainty
What promise is this?
Numquam Fidelis!
Undaunted, unbroken
Uncertainly I stand
On the edge of "I don't know"
Kiss my hand and let me go
Wandering far form home
Fear fear of the unknown
Never will I ever see the end of it
I never said that every single second
of my life would make sense
So without simplicity
We seek the only certainty
What promise is this?
Numquam Fidelis!
Time rewinding
Pain reminding
Love unbinding
I am finding
Life's imperfect
Make it worth it
You deserve this
Find your purpose
Although you will never
understand or measure
the reasons for every single second of a life worth living
Answers aren't absolute, remember,
Numquam Fidelis!
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Secret Places
There are places in the world. Secret places.
Secret because they are both hidden and known by few.
And also because they hide secrets themselves.
But what do they hide? Where can they be found?
If you are patient, you will know.
To find one, you must be brave. Are you brave?
You must also be smart. How smart are you?
It helps to be strong, quick, and cunning.
Because, as most secrets are, these places are kept secret.
Kept.
Even if you knew where they were, you could never reach them unless you were prepared.
Some are guarded.
Some exist in places so remote that no human has ever been there.
Some have been visited many times, but people do not notice, because they are hidden in plain sight.
Some don't exist at all.
If you wish to find one, wait until the sun sets. Few are willing to venture into the dark.
Begin walking. Anywhere. It does not matter.
You see, it is the nature of these places, that they are in one place today, and gone from that place tomorrow.
But to find one, you must
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The Truth
  People often ask "what is the meaning of life?" For thousands of years, philosophers, prophets, scientists, and artists have tried to find and express the answer to this question. Well, I am here to tell you this: meaning is a human invention. We impose it on the universe, but it does not obey our thinking. Science is amended daily and religion fades into tradition. The only constant is the infinite majesty and mystery of the universe, which continues to change, oblivious to us. We are not its masters nor its creators. Breathe. Think. Feel. Understand. That is you, experiencing, but not creating. Feeling, but not imposing. The true beauty of life is that we are given the opportunity to observe the chaotic clockwork of reality. So go. Feel something. See something. Listen to something. Capitalize on the rare gift of life, because you will be dead one day, and your tombstone will fade, and the ones you love will die as well, and you will not have mattered to the universe, onl
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Sounds
  I've always listened to the sounds, they're my only stimulation. Noises, words, music, it's all I've had these long years. When I was first brought here I heard only crying. The incessant screaming, it tormented me. A year later I heard words, the first words. The crying was still there, though much less frequent. I could have entire days of peace. But I wanted more, no, I needed more. I heard more words, other voices, movement, laughter, and all these new sounds. I loved hearing these sounds.
  Then I heard mechanical sounds. Machines, cars, computers, toys, all of the hi-tech equipment your civilization had produced. I loved these most of all. They spoke of progress, and created images in my head, though I still yearned to see. I heard many new voices as well. These were called "friends." I do not understand this concept, but still I listened. It was a chance to learn and to understand.
  As my understanding grew, so did my impatience. The time was nea
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Ascend, Ascend
        Follow me, love,
To where they pretend
To the pinnacle's peak
Ascend, Ascend
Go far away,
To the edge of the End
Beyond the last space
Ascend, Ascend
Look for me there,
Near the great river's bend
Past viridian hills
Ascend, Ascend
If you can't make the journey,
Forget me not, friend
For now I can never
Descend, Descend
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A Lover's Promise
       You may not know this, but you were once a great leader. I know because I was your second-in-command, your loyal advisor and friend. You had great wealth and a prosperous kingdom. Your subjects adored you, the wicked hated you, and I loved you. How I miss your touch, your smile, the way your eyes seemed to glisten when you were pleased with me. I admit that, when you commanded me to do grueling tasks, I did them not because I felt they were my responsibility; I loathed dull work. I did them because I longed to see your eyes glisten when you saw that I had done well. Oh, how I miss those days.
       Then the interlopers came; beings from a distant realm. They destroyed your kingdom, took your subjects, and vanished without a trace. I remained by your side through all this, I dried your tears, I consoled you. It broke my heart to see you in such a state. I feared I would never see your eyes glisten again. You r
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Futility of Time
Our world is nothing more
than what is, will be, or has come before.
All of our ambitious plans
are held in Time's indifferent hands.
Painful memories and happy thoughts
repeated through the spinning clock.
Nothing has ever truly begun
for there is nothing new under the sun.
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Darkness Waits
Darkness is patient. It does not hunt or seek its prey. It does not grow weak or weary. It will bide its time, allowing light to banish it, only to return when light fades.  
Darkness is wise. Even when it is upon its prey, it does not strike. Like a fly trapped in a web, the spider waits for the struggling to stop, for the screams to fade into sobs.
Darkness is efficient. It engulfs its prey and corrodes sanity until the tender mind is exposed.
Darkness is hungry....
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The Dream God
        When you go to sleep, your brain becomes very active. It thinks, remembers, creates, and dreams.  However, you have probably had a dream that didn't come from your memories; a dream which contained people and events that you've never met or experienced. This is a creation dream. You only use a small portion of your brain during waking hours, and when brain activity increases during sleep, you use a much larger portion. Sometimes your brain will access an unseen yet powerful force, the cradle of creation, the catalyst of life, a force present in all worlds, connected by the awareness of all sentient beings, and when this force is accessed, a new world is born. While this may be inspiring, it is imperative that you understand that you may be the product of a creation dream as well. If this is true, then what will become of us when God wakes up?
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MayaTheHobbit Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014   Writer
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BUTTPIG Featured By Owner May 20, 2013
GRAMMAR POLICE ALERT RAH RAH RAH TOO MANY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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threwthedoor Featured By Owner May 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
The threw is intentional, but thank you for noticing. Lovely picture by the way.
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nicework.
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threwthedoor Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, uh, thanks!
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darkground Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
you are more then welcome hmmm please do check my work too if you dont mind..
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Anichhik Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012
Did you comment on my deviation "Kitty Sasha"?
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threwthedoor Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
The deviation looks familiar, but I can't remember what I said. It's flagged as spam so I guess it wasn't something nice.
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Anichhik Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012
"Ascension draws near. One third will go." Those are the exact words from the comment.
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threwthedoor Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, that was me being enigmatic and spooky, or at least attempting to be. Disregard that comment.
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