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Dark Storm of Dartanian |
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My God this is insane! I knew this year was going too good to be geting any better! |
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I walked into the hall and he looked at me with eyes of dred. The kind of look one gets when their thinking 'Oh lords not again!' |
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I returned a look that he knew well and had become ucustumed to in these kinds of situations. The look that stated for me why I was there. The truth was in my eyes as well as my mind. |
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He ajusted himself in his chair and took a deep breath before motioning his hand to call me forth, |
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"Come forth you, what is it now?" |
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His voice was grim as usual, but I had learned to favor it above his angery tones. |
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"You know why I am here, and you know what I am going to say, I am innocent and so is Fantasia. We were her protecters, her friends, her allies, and her defenders. The moment we so much as turn our heads away she is killed, and I know you know we, being the ones closest to her, are the ones certain people look for to accuse. Your friend Storm is behind all this, I know, he is." |
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His face had become grimer as I had spoken and was now becoming a face filled with resolution. I could almost taste the words I knew he was going to say. |
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"I would know if you were gilty, you would have run from me, your people have felt the sting of Stratos, and yet they still thrive...." |
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He stoped and looked derectly into my eyes as if searching for the fear he knew he would never find in me. |
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"Now for the first time you came to me with an acusation towards Storm, a creature.." |
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"A creature known for lies and nothing but lies, don't defend him, he doesn't need it. What he needs is a really good beating, with a really big stick." |
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"How big would you sugjest?" |
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His voice was driping with sarcasm. |
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"Biger that you and Braksas combined could hold!" |
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My voice had unintentionally become a comanding presents in the room. I expected him to Yell some more at me but he just sat there as if what I had said had, for the first time ever, an affect on his mind. I could see the tention mounting inside of him. Finally he looked straight at me with a look I thought I would never see, yet still I questioned it, lust, love or anger. Anger most surely, lust, who could resist the idea, love?! Oh yes, it was there. As unreal as it was it was there. |
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"Melik Caldalmn" |
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He told me and smiled with glee. He noded his head in the affarmitive and I turned to leave. I looked up at the door and a shadow appeared in my path, I lowered my head and steared at the figure before me, |
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"Storm" |
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I mumbled under a sea of deathly woefull toung. |
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"Yes, it is me." |
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His voice was filled with more lust then all humanity on earth could combine. I looked back at The Master, his mind was the same, it had not changed. As I walked out The Master called to me to return later to collect a storm of a surprise.... |
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In the case you have not noticed this is a dream. My sister had asked me to write this and it became the precurser for the war that Conavar and I would fight against this king. Just so you know there were two Storm's. The one name here in this dream is evil and my sister succeded in traping him and locking him away. The other Storm is our brother. He is the one we defend in the war. The Master is The King. |
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