Original post by Master Wakely

Oki m only givving tis a go cause im a tad bored and need to work on my english for mock tests nexct week. so here goes.

Master Wakely
Wakely was never the strongest boy in class, nor was he the smartest, but there was one quality in Wakely that amde him stand out abovwe all the rest in school, and that was the urge to one day become as great as his uncle, Deity Wakely. His adventre started even before he entered for a place in the great sunspear acadamy, it started when he was just a 16 year old boy. Him and his best friend Advent were making ther way back from the field were they did there daily work for the guild lord to restore the ancient bilding that the orsairs had recently raided. But, like all teenage boys, he wanted money, and so he put a price on his work, and that was 100 gold an hour. Anyway, he and Advent worked 4 hours a day and always went to get there favorite alcholholic bevarage, rice wine, to cool off after hard days work. But this latest import wasnt the usually stuff they were used to, this shipment had a life changing event just waiting to pop out on Wakely and Advent. As they approached the ship at the usuall time, it started to pull out o the harbor, leaving just a bag behind. "OI!!! COME BACK WITH OUR WINE!" hey shouted, but this just made the ship pull out of the harbor faster, and so they were left, in the middle of an abandoned harbor.....with the bag. "Oi Wakely, go and see whats in the bag, if them bastards are gonna leave when we usually do business, then we deseve to have at whatever they leave behind."
"I duno about this, Karper doesnt ually leave behind a good shipment, maybe its got a bug or somthing in it, i say we leave it alone". Anywho, Advent bieng Avdnet, went over to the bag anyway, but as soon as he reached down to open it, Wakely couldnt stop it, he saw it coming before Advent had a chance to react, and before he knew it, the bag had exploded. He screamed "ADVENT!!!! ADVENT ARE YOU OK!!!!" And ina faint reply he heard in a mysterious voice "it depends, do you want him to be ok?"
"Whos there? I swear to god if you hurt him i wil..."
"WAKELY DONT MOVE!!! HE WILL KILL ME AND SEND ONE OF THWEM FTER YOU!!!"
One of what? thought Wakely, but before he knew it, 5 oni's had appaeed in a circe around him, savage and blood thirsty , they forcefully pinned down Wakely and made him look at what was about to happen. "Now, watch as i destroy the future of elona" and before wakely could speak, an axe... black as night and as cold as the icy grip of grenth, was through Advents head and dangling from his neck like a monkey from a tree.
"NOOOOOO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!!! I WIL GET YOU!!!!!"
"Hahaha, fat chance, i am one of the dark lords servant, before you have a chance to even try and train to become a worthy opponent for my lord, he will have destroyed this land and you along with it!" and with that, the onis were gone, the man was gone.....and Advent was gone... but for some reason, the very axe that had slain Advent, was there, blood stained yet somehow...clean? Slowly, Wakely took the axe and raised it, and it was on that day, that Wakley vowed to destroy this "Dark Lord" With the very axe that had slainhis best friend, it was that da... that he began the legend of Master Wakely.

great use of similes  

--Last edited by zack on 2007-06-23 09:44:00 --

Fissure grew up as an orphan, he had always known he was an orphan and had just learned to accept it. All he had left of his family was a legendary name of "Wakely" and a gift. A gift of the elements. He discovered his gift not to long before his adventure began, in his home of the shing jea monastery. Unlike his father, Fissure was not a popular person, he learned to grow up on his own and that’s how he lived...on his own. He was also used to the daily bullying and beatings from the students at the monastery. Fissure could do nothing to stop these bullyings as he was not like them...yet. The others would summon spirits with there might to taunt him, and fire meteors close to him to make him look like a fool. Every now and then people even froze him in a solid block, and brang him close to death on a few occasions. One day however, this was all destined to change. He woke up, a crisp morning welcomed him to the day ahead as the sun shined brightly down upon his little safe haven. when he had pulled himself from his slumber, he began his daily routine of washing and cleaning himself and his clothes. Now however, it was time for him to leave his safe haven of a home to go and start his chores at the monastery, the main place for his bullies to stand around and waste there talents on him. "Well" Fissure Thought "another day another platinum". This was the phrase that kept him going, sometimes when bullies took it to the extreme, fissure would just repeat that saying, and how it helped, knowing that he would be wealthy and powerful whilst the bullies wasted away for what they would do. As he entered the courtyard, he could sense a change in the atmosphere, it was a silent, yet powerful atmosphere, an evil kind of powerful. He looked around to find no one, the monastery was desolate. But why? He kept on searching and searching, calling the names of people that worked there but still struggling to find a source of life. But then he heard it, a cry at first, barely audible to the human ear, but as time went, the cry grew and grew until it was a shriek as loud as a harpies cry! He turned around to se what he feared...a boy...no bigger than 18... in the arms of a guard, but this wasn’t a normal guard, he..he had a crazy feel to him...almost insane. "What are you doing with that boy?" asked Fissure. .....no reply....just a scream...not from the guard...not from the boy...but from fissure, he now realised who that boy was. He was a bully, but you couldn’t tell by how mangled his face was. All those years of anger and fear had suddenly turned into a far worse emotion, an emotion that fuelled fissures powers, he suddenly felt hate. Hate...he had never felt this before, he may have gotten close at times, but now he truly knew what it felt like to hate somebody, it wasn’t the boy he hated...it was the guard. The guard yelled in a babble of indescribable sounds and gurgles, but the other guards heard it. Guards Fissure had known and loved now appeared, there eyes burning the fuel of madness, and now, it was time for fissure to extinguish them flames. Before he knew what he was doing, his hands were aflame and his eyes where shooting looks of pure cold death, his feet sprouting circles of rocky earth, and his breath like a the force of a thousand hurricanes. In his hands the flames sprouted into a shape, a wand, and this was truly when fissure understood what he could do. A meteor 100x the power of any he had seen before was summoned by him in the blink of an eye, a freezing chill of air was shot from his mouth like a cannon, and the guards could not move to avoid them, for there feet had been encased with boiling earth. The force of it all must have knocked out Fissure, for when he awoke, he was in another monastery, one where a man named Master Togo was staring at him. "Do not speak child, you are here in another monastery, our brothers found you at our sister monastery, well, what used to be our sister monastery."
"You will live here now, you are the one we have spoken of for years unknown, you are the one that has a power worthy of slaying a great evil that swept this land long ago. You are he one, that has the power to stop, the uprising Shiro Tagachi." Fissure never said another word until he emerged form his bed the next day, he didn’t care who this Shiro was, but the hate that ran through his veins the day before was still there, and that hate came from a fissure of misery and woe. This was the source of Fissures power, and this was where fissure really wanted to go. He didn’t care if he had to kill one thousand Shiros, as long as he could get to this Fissure of Woe, and destroy it. He didn’t want this gift, it was a curse to him, but he would use it, and he knew he would kill again, but he knew, that one day he would destroy this fissure of woe, and until that day, people would know him... As the Fissure of Wakely  

--Last edited by Master Wakely on 2007-07-28 09:05:15 --

Dude, that's awesome - I felt so bad for li'l Fissure  

(just one thing - run this through a smell czecker )

Whats smell czecker? Or is it you bieng smart and spelling spell checker wrong cause im not to good at grammer XD

Yup, I meant a spell checker, I was feeling rhymealicious at the time.

Well, all spelngs are well now, so you may emjoy my story in complete good granner

Stupendous Sir, I salute you for treating your spectacular scrïpt with the respect it warrants.  

--Last edited by Rose on 2007-07-29 23:15:31 --

erm.. one question on the first story... are they british sunspears? other than that.. AWESOMNESS FTW!!