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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 11:19 pm
Azerim Name: Azerim Sex: Male Type: Earth D.O.B: Owner: TheDarkHooded Urcaquary Name: Urcaquary Sex: Male Type: Incan D.O.B: ??? Owner: TheDarkHooded  Name: Alabaster Sex: Male Type: Masochist D.O.B. 6/1/06 Owner: TheDarkHooded Paid: In full! Please do not post on TheDarkHooded's journal unless given explicit permission by him, and ONLY him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:23 pm
First Jounal Entry
For weeks and weeks I had looked into the window of the pet store known as T.O.Y.S. The mysteries behind all those old chinese boxes amazed me, as well as the small (baby?) rabbits runnig around freely inside. Occasionaly I wandered into the old building to talk to the shops owner about their origins, but didn't come up with much. My friends also work there part-time, and it was nice to see them now and again.
But those boxes... I have a slight eye to see 'something' in an object, and just by staring at it I can instantly come up with a thousand different stories of how it got to where it is now, as well as where it came from. But those old smelly chinese food boxes were different. When I gazed upon the many boxes stored on the shelves, the only thing I could think about was: what's inside? Couldn't be some sort of plastic 'toy' I was baffled, un-able to grasp what might be on the inside of those small boxes.
They also saddened me too, because despite everything I work hard for, There was no way in the world that I'd have enough gold to pay for one of those boxes. That also baffled me. Why were they so expensive? All of these unanswered questions drove me insane. In hopes that something would happen, (like a box would open or something when I passed by the shop) my daily walks frequently remained around the store...
Upon my escalating visits, I began to notice more and more that the shops owner was watching me-- in a sort of enigmatic way. Not good, not bad. It creeped me out quite a bit, as he would do it every single time I stepped through that creaky wooden door. I always tried to avert his gaze; the boxes were enough to deal with already, but despite all my efforts I could not ignor him.
One night I stayed late at the shop, I had no clue why at the time. I was supposed to go straight home after work and help my mother with dinner for my younger siblings. But there was a feeling deep inside me, which was not my own that kept me there.... A slight voice told me to wait, and if I had waited long enough, that I would find out everything I wanted to know. I had to take a chance.
So there I was, late night at the shop, casually pacing the merchandise acting like I was going to buy something; when a finger taps my shoulder. I flinched wildly-- being pulled out of mind numbing thought can freak you out if it is done too fast. There stood Azyre the shops owner, smiling that enigmatic smile of his. I wanted to shoot out of there right then, but that same feeling held my feet firmly glued to the ground.
"Sorry about that," he laughed a bit. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh... no, it's fine." I lied, "just uhh... passin' through." I put on a weak smile, hoping it would fool him.
"You seem to be 'passing through' here an awful lot." He smiled, holding his hands behind his back like a casual sales clerk would do.
"Oh, yeah...I'm..." I said going red briefly. Azyre turned his head towards the many chinese boxes and finished my sentence.
"Drawn to them? Compelled to learn what is inside them?" He laughed turning back to me. I was amazed at how he could know what was going through my head. May be he went through the same experience I was going through? And ultimately ended up collecting tons of these boxes to ease his interest? Just one thought that stuck out in my mind.
"You know..." He hesitated at my silence, "that just because you can't afford something, doesn't mean you don't necisarily deserve it?" My expression resembled something like a deer staring right into the head-lights of an on coming truck.
Putting one arm on my shoulder, staring into my eyes confidently, Azyre took the words right out of my mouth. "I can see that urge behind your eyes, you long to have one of your own. You want to figure out the mystery, and face whatever challenges it might bring. And in saying that," he pulled out a chinese box from behind his back. "I present to you, your very own box."
Just as worn down as the others, just as smelly as the others, just as bent up as the others, this chinese box was mine. I could have sworn the secod I touched the rough white surface, it began to warm up from the inside. Examining the box more closely, a stone was engraved on either side, as well as chinese markings. (possibly a word in their language?) Azyre smiled widley, and kindly asked, "we're closing now, it's time for you and your new pet to be on your way." I smiled and waved my good-byes, with my my box tucked into my chest to keep warm from the cold. Running back home, knowing I'd be in trouble when I arrived, I decided to take one last look at my box before hiding it from my family.
On the bottom was a word. Er... not a word, but a name. Azerim. Suddenly my mind flashed ancient aztec pillars and pyramids long lost in hot lush forests. Could this 'Azerim' have came from the bowels of a gigantic pyramid deep in Mexico? These were questions that would have to wait for later, right now I had to get home and help my family. Azerim... I thought, and again the box seemed to glow with my thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:24 pm
Second Journal Entry
This story is a dream I had last night about the origins of my new pet in a box, 'Azerim'.
The scenery was almost exactly like this passage from a favorite book of mine.
The first rays of sunlight stabbed through the thick canopy of tangled branches. Birds took flight, cawing a greeting to the dawn, their scarlet wings staining the pale sky as they skimmed the hard grey angles of a massive stone pyramid. Nearby, the air quaked with the incessant rumble of a river as it pulsed over a serrated cliff that broke over many ragged rocks far, far below.
Through the thick brush, a tall slender figure dashed into the clearing, only to dive behind a carpet of moss momentarily to rest. His slimy green skin glittered in the morning rays, as did his golden armor; winking at the birds hovering overhead.
I think I lost them... The warrior sighed, leaning against the soft grass. Putting down his shield and spear, he began to cradle a small lime green egg in his hand. And you, my little friend...
KER-PACK! A crack of lightning rang out-- and the thick bush he had just ran out of burnt to a crisp, shriveling up like a snail dipped in salt. The black plant finished its slow, painful end in a hurry; as the savior rolled like an armadillo into another nearby thicket of trees. In utter silence, the warrior watched as four black figures entered the clearing.
These figures stood half his height, but were nowhere near living things. Black as the shadows surrounding the forests, watching through endless white eyes, these were the product of his god's powers.
Our gods... my people... my race... The warriors grip tightened around his spear, a pit of revenge reached out, and coiled around his thoughts. No... I can't now, I wouldn't stand a chance... Those things... are not of this world
One of the black creatures ruffled its feet through the course mud and grass, and turned back, facing the three others. "He... He has been through here... let us search elsewhere..." The warrior cringed, as the creatures voice was like a ragged violin. It spoke up again in a more horrid, demanding voice; "Iruini can't have gotten far... He relies too heavily on his faith..." All four of the black creatures laughed, and re-traced their steps, each one walking on top of the black mound of ash that was once the fully grown bush.
Iruini waited there behind the trees for what seemed like hours. Off in the distance he could hear the screams of his people as they were vaporized into... he dared not to guess. He looked down at the lime green egg. Tears filled his eyes... He was fighting an enemy he could not beat, in a world where this deception conquered all, and the once great heroes of his people were tossed aside like like scraps of parchment and oblitereated on command... How could this have happened? I was loyal to the gods for my whole life, I had done what is right and valor, taken down the enemies of my people with honor, and treated everyone with the utmost kindness... and this is what I get in return?! Iruini stood up, his confidence and love for what is right deteriorating faster than the tears running down his face.
The sun shown brightly on his armor, and warmed his skin. The morning was always his favorite time of day, he felt that at times it gave him a certain 'power' that made him stronger. He loved that feeling. (who wouldn't?) The lime egg winked at him then, and Iruini knew....
That no matter what, no matter how far his life had plummeted, no matter the odds, or creatures he had to face, what's right is right. And where there's darkness -- there's light. The egg glowed in agreement. This inanimate object was cheering him on, and knew he would prevail in the face of evil.
He beleived it.
With his newfound confidence, Iruini concocted a plan and tucked the egg into his napsack. He had realized just then, he had the edge. This lime egg he carried had been his gods 'idol', a symbol of their power. And he had stolen it. Stolen it so rightly from them...
The warrior had visted his peoples scholars not days before the attack, and asked them, "what of this eternal egg?" What they told him sent chills down his spine. Even now, his confidence was only a fraction of the ammount of fear this put him in. The egg was a form of unimaginable power, a 'seed' that when planted could annihilate planet after planet, in a cataclysmic chain of events that could end everything he knew, and possibly even more. And his "gods" were planning on doing so. Iruini ran out the back door just in time, because the 'true followers' (the black creatures) were ordered to kill the scholars, and did so upon entering their shrine minuites after he had left. Iruini was the only one left alive who knew the truth, the only one that could do something about it. The egg glowed agian, rooting for him all the way.
The pyramid stood quietly in the distance. The mid day sun heated the seething jungles, and it cried out in return with humid agony and sweat. The perfect hunting weather. Iruini ran through rough brush and trees as fast as he could go. His long legs made the task easy, but it was how quiet he had to be was the problem. He was rather tall for his age, and knew sooner or later this would get him in trouble. I have to make it there, that pyramid is my only chance, unless I can hurtle theis egg into space with my own hands.... which I couldn't. He thought bluntly. Leaping over a large boulder, Iruini dove behind a carved pillar; his destination mere feet away from him.
And at the very top of the pyramid, was the four black beasts he had almost ran into earlier. Think, THINK. There is some way to avoid them, but how... Iruini looked around him, searching the fertil earth for something to help him. A massive rock flew over the boulder like a spring trap just then. Searing through the air at high speeds, the massive chunk of gravel caught the creatures off guard -- or so Iruini thought.
With a shriek of power, the first black creature to see the rock flying towards the pyramid held up its hand; a black lace of shadow shot forward then. Wispy and yet as strong as steel, the whip wrapped around the flying object and within a second's glace, had swallowed the massive object in a circle of writhing black shadows. All four of them looked right at the boulder on the ground where Iruini was hiding, and pointed. Iruini gasped slightly, unable to see how they could have known it was him; but they knew none-the-less. The egg said to him: go, there is no need to hide any longer, face your enemies without fear He stood up, shaking so vigorously he could barely stand.
The now lingering black masses floated down the stone steps of the pyramid with ease, and landed in a line, blocking Iruini's path to the entrance. Their lifeless, white hot eyes burned into Iruini's thoughts, and fear struck at him yet agian. He couldn't help it. This feeling was overpowering, no love or hope in the world could ever ammount to this.
"The hope is lost in his eyes.... can we kill him now?" One said to the others eagerly. Smirking, they all shook their heads and proceeded forward; floating on clouds of shadows...
And Iruini stood there, just barely, but still standing none-the-less. In the face of fear, in the face of death, in the face of his destiny. Tears seeping down his golden armor, he held his head high, knowing that what he wanted so desperately would never be given to him. The cosmos just would not let him have it, this "peace" he wanted to keep. Looking down, the four beast circled him.
The grip tightened around his spear, and the four beasts herd him whisper with a sniff:
"Never... never give up...never surrender..." And with that, I woke up.
The dream ties into my life so closely it scares me. I can't imagine what it means though. Is something worth going through a lifetime of tears just to get one minute of happiness? These questions keep me up at night. And Azerim, sweet innocent Azerim... Was he the egg? The voice pushing this 'Iruini' onward into the face of death? I want to know, I want to know... Azerim's box is warm again, more than ever now. My mind wonders with a nuclear wastes worth of ideas; and fears too. Will those black beasts come looking for me if Azerim is to emerge from his box? I shall sleep with him tonight. He is worth everything to me, and no amount of shadows on earth can take him away...
I won't let them.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:28 pm
Third Journal Entry
Last night I layed in bed torn, broken, and un-fixable. I had no-where else to go. But down. Down into this un-holy pit in myself, and sit there and weep. Trying to sleep, but when you're world is falling appart, it's hard to sit back and relax.
And then, through the tears and agony, I felt something on the foot end of my bed. My first reactions were it's the cat, damnit, go away "Get off..." I said harshly. But the cat didn't leave. In fact, it wasn't even the cat. I tossed off the covers in the pitch blackness of my room and ran over to light; flicking it on so I could catch my annoying pet and toss her outside so I could cry myself to sleep in peace...
And there, on the edge of my bed... Was Azerim's box.
I stood there dunbfounded for only a moment for so, and then his box moved again, closer to me. I was amazed. There IS a creature inside there! I knew it! I knew it I knew it I knew it!! I nearly leaped onto my bed, and held Azerim's box as hard and close as I possibly could. It was warm. So incredibly warm, like someone was hugging me with all their might. A feeling I've wanted since as far back as I could remember.
And I began to cry again.
Whatever the world could not supply for me, I knew this creature would be able to give me. Knowing that was so comforting, I couldn't resist expressing my love for it, even it was just a box (right now)
Not shortly after that I driffted off comfortably into a deep sleep, where I had yet another dream....
The four black creatures howled like a wind chime of violins as they expaned their shadow-like bodies into an upside down bowl. They moved slowly on top of Iruini, giggling with devilish laughs as they did.
But Iruini was not afraid.
He knew he was going to die. that was a given He thought. But he hadn't come this far to sucked into a pit of oblivion. He was going to fight, going to give it his all even if he wouldn't live to tell the tale. At least he'd done what's right. At least he'd done what's right
He crouched down as this vortex of black death descended on him, a warriors pose -- scanning his surroundings for any sign of escape. The ground! These shadows had not yet enveloped him fully, and in one swift motion, Iruini proped up his golden shield against the ground and the descending shadows. "Aaaggh!!" He moaned; the shadows pushed on his shield with the weight of ten tons.
His sheild splintered almost instantly. "NOOOO!!" Iruini screamed, trying to pull it back out.
"Ah-ah-ah, not soo fast, golden warrior," one of the shadows said. The stone hard black plate that had crushed his sheild suddenly turned to a soft, black jello; and slowly swallowed the splintered pieces one by one. Iruini was engrossed in a state of fear and anger. He pulled the egg out of his pocket.
"Ahhh.... now you see...." Another shadow said. "The egg, it is drawn to us. We call it, it comes, we ask it to lie, it does so for us... Can't you see? We used you to bring it back to us." Suddenly four faces appeared out of the pitch blackness, and began circling Iruini. "Fool Fool Fool Fool Fool Fool Fool Fool Fool..." The four said over and over again, punding at Iruini's mind.
Iruini pulled out the lime green egg. "So... You used me? Just like everyone else? You fooled us into bringing you everything you wanted, and then when you were finished-- you got rid of us. IS THAT IT?" He yelled at the egg. Again, silence. Tears of anger found their way out of his light orange eyes.
"I guess this is it..." He got an idea then.
"Yes, it issss...." All four voices said. Iruini looked up and smirked, "the end for you! This egg is what you're after? This egg means everything to you. Well what if I..." He flinched his grip on the egg, tightening ever so lightly.
The floating heads jerked to a stop and floated in total silence. "Yeah, that's right... Now that I have your attention..." He smirked again. Suddenly, one of the heads vaporized into many small black whips, and shot out straight for his hand. WHI-PACK! A blinding flash of blue, a horid scream, and Iruini stood there with his spear out, entangled with the black whips of the shadow creature.
"Not this time." Iruini squeezed. The egg didn't crack. He squeezed tighter. Still, the egg prevailed. "This isn't happening..." He whispered. Sinking to his knees, he let go of his spear, that was instantly swallowed by the shadows surrounding him.
"That egg is pure evil... No ammount of good you do or power you get can destroy it. It has become too powerfull for that to happen...." The creatures said alltogether. Iruini looked down. He always looked down when he was to blame for something. He slowly watched the last little bit of earth disappear under his feet..."
Do it The eggs voice said. Without hesitation Iruini took the egg in his right hand, held it up as high as he could without touching the black shadows, and slammed it down on the ground as hard as he could. The egg didn't break entirely, but it cracked. It glowed with a blinding flash light. It brightened up the enclosed area, and when this enigmatic glow touched the shadows....
They burned.
"NOOO!!!"
"HE HAS DONE IT!"
"BROKEN OUR SPELL...!"
"WE MUST GO BEFORE IT IS COMPLETELY FREEEEE..!"
Iruini stood baffled, but all was revealed seconds later. The eggs voice was herd again, but this time it was a much softer sounding, almost a soothing voice. I am the spirit of the Earth, It said, these beings from another world have imprisoned me, and wanted to use me to destroy the world using a power they could not aquire... The spirit told Iruini. "..What power was that?" The brave warrior asked.
The power of love It responded. And with that, the egg shell completely cracked open, and a sphere like light emerged. The light was so bright, it illuminated everything back to the way it was on the earth. The pyramid, grass, rocks, everything had returned. Iruini couldn't believe his eyes. I must leave you now, brave warrior, I have been away for too long, but take this... Take care of it and cherish it untill you depart into your next life...
And with that, Iruini was left there. The last one of his kind. Golden armor gleaming, with silver tears leaking; and a small lime green egg left in front of him. With the utmost silence, the proud, but lonely warrior picked up the precious egg the the earth spirit had given him-- and left. Walking back into the forest...
That's when I woke up...
Strange... Azerim wasn't in my bed when I woke...
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:29 pm
Fourth Journal Entry
I haven't written in a while... A lot of things have come up. Some with Azerim (I'll explain in a bit) but mostly with my family. My father and I have had many quarrels as of late. Resulting to me being kicked out, un-able to grab anything that belonged to me. Most of the things I didn't need, but among them in the total; was Azerim.
I cried so much, being un-able to see him untill my hot headed dad cooled down. I mean, Azerim is my pet (even if he does live inside a box right now) and being away from him for so long was torturous. Every day, every moment, I could NOT stop thinking about him. A few nights ago I had a horrible dream about my step mother's youngest daughter find his box, and rip it open and "play" around with whatever may be in it. I had to go back for him, and not even my father was going to stop me.
Unfortunately, he did.
But!! To my sweet fortune, my two brothers took Azerim with them when my mother picked them up. (she still shares half/half custody with them) I was so thankful, and i'm glad to see my brothers growing up and seeing how doing the littlest things can make all the difference in a persons life. Holding Azerim in the car ride home, I swear the box was glowing red with warmth, it seems the longer we are appart, the closer we get when we see each other again.
Oh, and before I go... Explaining what happened before I was kicked out of my house and away from Azerim for a few days... The morning after my last entry, Azerim was not my bed when I awoke. Missing completely, I must have searched the house two or three times... And still nothing. No residue of dogs chewing on him, or any mark that he had left for me to find him. I felt so lonely, I just had a fall-out with some emotional stuff at school, and this definetly didn't help. I felt so alone... but the day was not in vain.
To my great surprise, Chegrin and Tento came over! And the two of them assured me that Azerim would return, and wouldn't let me tell them otherwise. So we had our day of fun, just haning out and having a good time. But the thought of losing Azerim still lingered with me so. But it was nearly impossible to not be sad around the brother and sister; They're so hyperactive and fun to be with. Hehe
Anyways, when I returned home after saying my good-byes to Chegrin and Tento; my mother informed me that they had found a small chinese food box in the back yard, in a small burrow surrounded by very small rocks. My mothers boy-friend had seen me with it before, she told me, and didn't want to move it until I had returned. Never before have I had a greater day -- especially after the emotional storm/breakdown a few nights ago!
And along with the warmth from picking up my curious moving box...
There was a mysterious stone behind him. And on the stone, little hands had carved a mark into it's rough surface.
I'll look into that >.>
His box is so warm.... I hope he comes out soon...
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:36 pm
Fifth Journal Entry
I come to the conclusion that this small rock I found with Azerim -- was carved by him. You can see the little claw-marks around the actual emblem, and tiny chips here and there in the stone. For a little critter, I must say he's very good at it. Very accurate, very accurate. He must be ready to come out of his box! I can just feel it. This symbol... er... emblem thing would have taken him hours to draw out, I wonder...
Anyways,
Moving on, this emblem looked like a style of writing to me. Or, well yeah something like that. I contacted an old friend of mine who was an expert on Hieroglyphs and dead languages, and after searching through mountanis upon mountains of old text-books; I finally found...
Nothing!! Absolutely nothing! In my defeat I trudged home in complete wonder. This symbol seemed very familliar to me... I couldn't quite place it, but there was a hint of rememberance in the back of my mind. Something abot it...
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:38 pm
Sixth Journal Entry
My last few days have been spent with so much thinking -- I'm at the point where I'm willing to poke a hole in my head to get these unanswered questions out of my head. Azerim, his box, this amazon warrior Iruini, and some... spirit of the Earth type thing...? GAH It pains me so to write it down, but this has to be done.
He tells me my troubles have just begun...
It all started maybe two or three days ago. I was sitting in my big wooden comfortable rocking chair (which is awesome) playing a very violent video game. Now, I'm up for a good 'kill thousands of people with guns blazing' every once in a while. But even then, I have a knack for my softer side to appear; in which I let most of the people go, or some of the people go. So, I grab this guy as a hostage, and I need him to tell me something. I could either...
A. Knock him out and catch someone else to ask
B. Get him to tell me the information, and then kill him by shoving him into propeller blades
Or
C. Just kill him by shoving him into propeller blades
Sooooo being who I am, I was sitting there questioning weather or not I should kill him, or yada yada yada ect. -- when I herd something in the back of my head. A voice.. that was soft and child-like, asking in a very polite... yet sinister sort of way: Please kill him... you know he deserves it... Please? He's helping the bad guys... he deserves it.
I have to say, I couldn't believe I was hearing this from inside me. Now I finally knew what it was like to be insane. Literally. I put down the controller instantly, and rocked my chair at a steady pace. I thought, if my mind created this voice, then I can stop it too. I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could to get rid of this. After a few moments, I was soaked in total silence. Phew, guess it was all in me head.. Despite my thought, I made a note that if it should happen again I would go see someone about it.
And after thinking about it for a little while...
The hostage was working for the Soviet Union; working under the leader of an insane dictator who used Russia to obtain a nuclear bomb to blow up part of the United States. So I shoved my gun into this guys stomache and he flew across the room in a big crimson mess. I was sure the voice was satisfied with my desiscion. Heeheehee!
I thought nothing of it, just a slgiht hallusination in my mind, it would come to pass. Haha... I laugh at that thought, because things just got stranger and stranger...
That night I had a brief dream about Iruini, although most of it left me as soon as I woke up. Something about him... Iruini, I mean. It was highly important, but I can't recall it. Argh -- Anyways, I was awakened by a bizzar hissing of sorts. It took me a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, but I saw a black bluur (my cat) shoot across the floor chasing something. The moonlight was particularly bright that night, and I saw a small toy like humanoid crature run out of the room, followed by my cat.
"Oooooh dear..." I said softly, getting ready to stop this hustle and go back to bed. Boy was I asleep, nearly feel down the stairs that night; but it did wake me up. Alert, I crept into the kitchen, right before the living room, where I could hear loud meows and crashes. A scuffle here, a clatter there, the occasional 'WHACK' sound... you know(?)
I stopped there, not knowing what to do next. The whole thing sounded like something out of a Tom & Jerry cartoon, and I couldn't help but laugh and wonder what the heck is going on??? I crouched down to listen when the battle suddenly brought itself into the kitchen. Oh boy... The humanoid toy-like being ran in first with my cat in hot pursuit. My first thought was -- CRAP! I jumped away, but not actually letting my feet leave the ground; we have tile in our kitchen, so I slid across the room to a safe place where I could watch this mini-war between animals(?) I still wasn't quite sure what was going on. A mouse maybe?
To make it a whole lot easier on my hands writting-wise, it was definetly not a mouse. The small creature stopped and watched me slide across the room ninja style. REEEEAWR! My cat pounced fiercely at the small animal in a lunge of elegance and yet death defying. This small creature was smart as I could tell -- for it ran right at my cat as this happened, but crouched down at the exact last moment and slid under the black flash of fur. I had the sudden urge to shoud out "owned!" but my sly comment never left me, because my cat slid right into me!
A laugh, scream, and a yelp left me all at the same time as I fell over backwards -- tossing my cat in the process -- into the sliding glass windown behind us. She easily bounced off it with a yelp of her own, and my cute yet defeated cat jumped out the doggie door in a last resort of reteat. Still giggling, I sat up. Right then, the clouds parted, and the crisp moonlight completely lit the kitchen floor --
Where the mysterious toy like critter was hunched over itself, looking incredibly depressed. The moonlight told me to creep forward and meet this tiny imp..
~To be continued~
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:36 am
Seventh Jounal Entry
((A continuation of the last journal entry posted))
I swear the moon had grown two sizes too big that night. Looking out into the celestial stars, mere winks they were; compared to the moon. Glowing like the sun, softly burning the cold tile floor with the enigmatic rays. And there in the middle of it all, sat a tiny imp curled over in shame. I could not understand why, he looked as if he had commited an astronomical crime of some sort. Words were flooding through, too many I'm afraid -- and they ceased to come out.
I crept forward, crawling slightly... no, it was more like a slow moving snail. I tried to be quiet, even though he knew I was there. I was so amazed. Even the cosmos had been struck utterly silent with his appearance. I didn't know what to say, what to do; Azyre had told me that every action, every thought I came up with would influence their growth. His growth.
I stopped my weak crawl, and slowly bowed my head as a servant would to his Kaiser. I don't know, I felt I had to be polite. A cloud sank it's teeth into the moon; and the dark shadow cast a writhing pebble emptyness upon the once glowing tile floor.
Oh no... This is a sign that things are going to be horrible, my life is going to sky rocket straight into the ground, and with my foolish will to succeed, would just dig myself deeper and deeper into the hole... Right there I began to think of all the pain that has been forced upon me: feelings I don't need for people, feelings I like that I shouldn't for people, and out of pain and suffering, happiness and shades of hope and light fade in and out.
I find it so sick that things work like that. But think logically, and it doesn't work any other way.
Never give up, never surrender. An iron will and a dream are worth more than anything you could give in the world. It's not about physical strength, intelligence, or certain emotions, when you come right down to it; it's iron will. Grit. Pure guts and grit. All of those things can't best a human dream with an unstoppable will. THAT is power. THAT is the true nature of what is right in the world.
Iruini's words passed through my mind as all other thoughts were frozen in his words. Wide eyed and a tear streching across my pupil, I knew what I was doing. I knew what I was doing when I bought him, I knew what I was getting myself into. Destiny...
Azerim looked up at me. His shiny silver pupils grew large in the cloud's shadow. He tilted his head to one side like a bird, giving off that "What's this? What's this?" kind of look. He smiled just then, his lips widening very far, streching almost to either end of his head -- in a cute way. He let his legs relax, and he hunched to one side... My god he was beautiful. Indescribeably beautiful.
And he lifted his arms like a little toddler being handed a new gift. He clapped his hands on the ground like a baby, and said with a loud enthusiastic:
"Iruini!"
I stared at him for the longest time. His enthusiastic smile never faded...
He kept clapping his hands on the ground yelling a happy:
"Iruini!"
A tear ran down my cheeck.
"Iruini, Iruini, Iruini, Iruini, Iruini!!"
...He clapped...
...And I cried...
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 8:01 am
Eighth Journal Entry
Azerim is... Different.
I've spoken to Dian and Azyre about it somewhat, but nobody knows for sure; and I am deafly worried. The other Oni's I've herd can talk and walk just fine. But Azerim...
He can barely walk, on four legs at least; and he can't say anything except "Iruini". He is like a small child... and my actions in the past few weeks haven't been helping. School has pushed me into the 'Lion's Den' so to speak. I've been running around so much lately doing projects, reports, and doing late homework assignments; that Azerim has been left in the care of... Well, partially my brother. I love him, and he loves me, but I have to peirce a dragon's hide to do so. I called him so frequently when I was out, that he refused to answer the phone after the seventh ring in ten minutes. But, upon my return home, Azerim had food and water as I had asked my brother to give him.
Even in his child-like state, he has seemed to master some kind of 'power' inside himself. I don't really know what to call it, but sometimes whern he pounds the floor, he'll shift the stone tile into what he wants. One time, I sat him down with me to watch some T.V. and he saw a commercial for an action figure of some kind. I love to see his face light up at something he is amazed at, and nothing made me happier than to watch him be happy. As I put him down to grab a drink in the kitchen; Azerim crawled in behind me, and as I turned to go back, right before my eyes he giggled smacking the ground -- and in a wild golden light... made a solid, action figure of what he was gazing at not seconds before on the T.V.
It amazes me every time I see it, but now it is becoming a problem because we're loosing our floor tile in the process!
I have also had an escalation in feeling for a close friend of mine, and again, I can hear a voice telling me what it thinks I should do. It sounds feintly like Azerim's (from what I can tell from all the "Iruini's" anyway...) but much more mature. This vocie comes up when I am with that person, and when I try to go to sleep. My only speculation is that Azerim is one thing on the outside, and one thing on the inside. Kind of like a personality split, but... Different? He's a complete child on the outside, but on the inside, could his brain be so incredibly evolved that it has possessed him into thinking that he is a child?? Could his mind be that much more developed than the others?
Part of me thinks that, but then again to every 'good side' (if you could call it that) there is a 'bad side'. What if this is a disease, a plague that Azerim was born of, just like I was? A mental illness, that will cripple him for the rest of his life... It sends the coldest bone-cracking chill down my spine. Even now, and a lot of yesterday, the thought wormed its way into my head constantly. I can tell you now, it's not pleasant.
Heh, and here I thought it was going to be easy once I Acquired my own little pet, something I could talk to and make connections with, something that I could relate to, and have fun with. Well I can't really make any of those 'connections', except for maybe that last one. Heh.
In a sigh of depression, I feel no matter what's wrong with him (if anything) I will be standing there right beside him, helping him back on his feet and cheering him on. He will always be my little Aztec Azerim. I end this entry with a quote from Frank Millers 'Sin City':
"He will Always be mine... Always... And never..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 10:43 pm
Ninth Journal Entry
The tension is building, the over-all stress level in my life is drastically rising. I can't stand it, hardly bare the nasty truths that rip at my scarred heart. Azerim's sitting on the couch next to me, babbling like a baby and enjoying his carefree life... It makes me jealous and yet sad; most of my stress comes from not knowing what's going to happen to him.
Like I said, I have so much going on that I barely have time to say much of anything right now, I should be working. But Azerim --above all else-- is more important to me than most things. Even my family, so to speak.
For the past couple of weeks, my siblings and parents have constantly bickered back and fourth. They drag me in, and I am forced for defend myself. Except I do more than just that. When they n** at me, I bite back. This being said, it drives me farther away from them out of silent defense.
My english teacher tells my class to get rid of silence and 'speak up'. 'Speak up' my a**, sometimes silence is the best non-verbal weapon we have.
It's a vicious cycle. See, the thing is, I want to speak up. Since I was a young boy, I've always wanted to be the peacemaker. A 'hero' in my peers eyes. Someone who swoops in at the very last moment, and sweeps the depressed victim off their feet; and utterly carries them off into the glorious sunset in a cheer of happiness.
If only it was that easy.
And yet thinking about it, I still have that dream. That's why I'm so nice to everyone, that's why I care about others more than myself. I want to save everyone. That's why I'm so afraid for Azerim... because I can't save him.... Does he even need saving? I don't know, and thoughts keep ripping through my ribs. I want to save everyone...
I want to save everyone... except myself...
Maybe that's why I stay in a depressed state of mind. I manipulate the easily solved problems in my life, and blow them out of proportion and convince myself that I should be over-burdened and depressed.
Hah, I guess I never really grew up...
...
wait a minute...I never really grew up...
That's it... Azyre said that Azerim and the other oni would take after their owner. They obtain certain personality traits from us; so THAT'S what it is! I feel... I can't describe it... And, Azerim's wandering into the kitchen now? Uh oh.
Now, my first thought was: Oh crap he's going to use his powers again on the tile.. So I ran in, just as he clapped his hands, and then put them on the ground.
"Azerim! What did I..." The statue struck me speechless. My legs were so weak, that I sank to the floor in a broken heart, just mended from severe wounds. Azerim then realized I was there, and turned around standing up on two legs without hesitation.
The statue was of me when I was a little boy, dressed in a cape with a poorly drawn Bat-Man symbol safety pinned to my shirt. I was in mid-step, and the facial features resembled that of a very happy young child. And leading the way, dressed in a Zorro mask and hat, was another statue of Azerim; just as happy as my younger self was.
Azerim ran over to me at full speed and jumped into my body in a flash of brown. He hugged me then, so tight that when I held my breath, I could feel his heart-beats. He let go slowly and looked up at me and said;
"You're very lonely..."He said in a shy child-like whisper. "You're not alone anymore..." I gasped for breath -- I was just baffled. "Let's play hero... then you won't be lonely anymore, because I'm here. Don't you wanna play? Let's play..." I managed to gargle: "and help save the people..?" Azerim looked at me with those shiny silver eyes and said,
"No... Save you."
He hugged me again, and I hugged him back. We craddled each other for a while there. Nothing was wrong with him. I failed to recall my own past and look towards the future -- ultimately keeping him in his child-like mannor-- But now that I have seen my mistakes, and hope to make a better future, while understanding the past; Azerim grew past his childish phase.
We played 'Hero' all night long, and I must tell you, I haven't felt that free since I was a young boy...
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:14 am
Tenth Journal Entry
Since it has come to my knowledge -- That Azerim was acting the way he was because of my foolish accusitions -- there has been a humongous change in his behavior.
He has been increasingly experimental, from sticking his hand into the toaster, to climbing onto our numerous dogs, creating forts from the tile floor with his powers (Ugh), and hiding in the upstairs attic a number of times. Throughout his adventures, he has acquired many cuts and bruises. It's so hard to bandage him up, it's like trying to put a cast on a small action figure. Although i must admit, he's a very tough little demon, none of his injuries I've noticed have 'hurt' him. Most of the time he runs up to me and just says, "I'm bleeding, can you help me?" with a cheerful look in his eye. That glow never fades from his eyes...
On top of that, he has an incresing interest in the arts. Heh, I guess he gets it from all the satues he makes out of pure slabs of stone. Or maybe the fact that I myself am somewhat of an artist. I don't know, but he has also began to draw pictures. Pictures that haunt me, in a couple of ways.
1. The pictures are of what he calls "the golden warrior"
2. Azerim tells me that he appears in many of his dreams
and 3. As far as I can tell, this "golden warrior" is Iruini
This "warrior" does more than just appear on paper and in dreams from Azerim. When we play 'hero', it has become a standard part of the game that he always gets to be -- simply -- "the golden warrior". I guess Iruini really did exist on Earth somewhere. Maybe I am Iruini in a new form. Maybe I am Azerims ancient guardian. Well in a way I am -- his guardian anyways. I will ponder this later on, when he is sleeping.
More often than not, Azerim finds me in a distressed mood on the couch. He doesn't know it, but I am in deep, deep thought.
Or... does he know?
I think -- no -- I know so that we have more than just a normal bond. At times it feels like he can tell when I'm upset, or when I'm happy. He knows just what to do to make me feel better, or keep me in that mood. It's weird... but I suppose it's what he's meant to do.
Well, on a last note, upon all of his sudden growth spurts, the biggest would have to be his speech. It's not everyday a toddler walks around babbling like a baby, and then the next day asks: "What's an intergalactic alliance?"
Oh well, that's just the way things go.
-- AH! I almost forgot. Azerim has recently raided some of our old stuffed animals, as well as belt leather; and has constructed himself a pair of "Belt-Suspenders" he clips crayons and very small pencils to. Just in case an idea pops into his head he simply must write down.
And with that, Azerim must be put to bed, so I am off.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 11:49 pm
Eleventh Journal Entry
Ahh Christmas, the time of giving, careing, and recieving. but most of all, to realize how little your younger siblings care about those three things. Exceptb for one that is... yup, you guessed it. Recieving.
I enjoyed it very much to teach Azerim about Santa Clause, and all the Christmas songs and cheer. He loved it, jumping around and trying to build little forts in our tree out of shoe-boxes. Very fun. My mom made cookies, and my family decorated the tree. My brothers seemed to like all the time we spent together, but most of all; once again, they cared most about getting gifts Christmas day.
Azerim saw this too, and on that morning he was just as internally grumpy as I was. Well, he was also unhappy that we traveled to my fathers house for the event. Having to leave his home made shoe box behind, and also noticing how little everyone around him cared about the true meaning of the holiday. He was in the same mood I was.
But with all due respect, who wouldn't be excited Christmas morning? Azerim jumped on my face at five in the morning, as everyone else was waking up but me. I myself had gone for a long walk around the neighborhood I no longer lived in. A sad and yet happy moment for me; I couldn't have felt more alive and cried so much at the same time. Azerim was with me, but he didn't understand. Or... did he? I think he might be able to read my thoughts. If that's the case I have to be more careful... But anyways, speeding back to a few hours later Christmas morning.
Get ready for a mouthfull... my dad's girlfriend's stepdaughters cared so little about their surroundings, Azerim and I counted how many times they tore their presents slightly before it was their turn to actually open them. The same goe to my brothers as well. I just sat there blankly with Azerim on my knee so amazed at how little respect they had when "something" they most desperately wanted was right in front of them. Above this grim emotion Azerim and I had, it was also a stressful day.
At noon we transitioned back to my mom's house. Azerim and I couldn't help but depress ourselves into sleep.
Things got a bit better when we returned, my brother's eagerness to open presents dwindled upon our arrival. And my little demon and I were in a better mood as well.
Somehow Azerim knew. My mom's boyfriend works at a stone manufacturing company, and he gave Azerim a couple of rare stone slabs to practice his "magic" so they called it. He was delighted (this being one of about four or so presents he recieved) and the first thing he made... was my present. He took one of his slabs, and in the center of opened wrapping paper; formed a magnificent sculpture of me as a character I had daydreamed one day linking to the game Kingdom Hearts.
A bit like the main character, Sora, but with a different face. A bit older with a bit more of a flat faced appareance, with a hairstlye a bit like my own now. He looked exaclty as I had imagined, and Azerim was so pleased with my reaction. This statue is now at the foot of my bed watching over us in our room. Azerim was more than happy to use his present for mine; "After all, that's what Christmas is all about, isn't it?" He said to me later on. Azerim is my pet, my friend, my companion, and he continues to surpirise me. I will never forget him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 12:23 am
Twelvefth Journal Entry
I don't know what happened, but that day at the shop has left some kind of a permanent mark in Azerim's mind. He isn't very nice anymore, and his anger seems to be at an all time high; and his sculpting at an all time low.
He sits atop the highest point in the house, curled over; and what looks to be like deep thought. I've seen his eyes... Those eyes... they're like a fire that's been released from deep within him. It's scary, truly horrifying to watch pure, crimson red eyes glow. It's even worse when I ask him what's wrong or what's going on. He snaps back at me. "GO AWAY." Or, "I DON'T WANT ANY HELP." He makes me feel so little. Even though he's five times smaller than me, he has such emotion in his voice it turns me into something smaller, and he stomps on me.
Something is most definitely up, and if I could only just get him to talk, maybe... just maybe... I'll be able to find out what's going on. But for now, all I can do is sit on the couch and wonder why on Earth is he so upset? It had to be something that happened at the T.O.Y.S. shop... But what? Maybe Audric knows. Azerim seems to spend more time with him than with any of the other demons... hopefully he'll know something. Untill then, I cannot move Azerim from his spot or call him down from there...
His eyes still glow... Something in the back of my head haunts me.
A sick, crawling, writhing, clawing feeling...
It's funny, I've felt this before.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:35 pm
Thirteenth Journal Entry
Schools back, and winter is almost over. My winter break has ended with a heart stabbing event. Two, actually. One of which is Azerim's behavior... and the other... is a personal matter. But ironically enough -- they both have to do with the same thing. Or, the same "concept" I think you could say.
I was awake in bed one night thinking about the last couple of days events. The end of break, Azerim, and my personal matter. Dozing off in a deep sleep, I found myself sitting in a white netted hammock, in the middle of a forest. I lay there in a mound of comforters and pillows -- but surprisingly I was cold. It was drizzling a little, and I could see the rain come down as I looked skyward. Although no water was hitting me... I tried to pull the comforters up to my neck to stay warm -- but something held them still and I couldn't move one inch of my body.
A sudden rustle in the bushes brought my attention away from the comforters, and I began to worry about the things I most desperately wanted to gorget about: School, Azerim's behavior, and my personal incident. Fear gripped my neck as I was still unable to move.
The bushes spread, and the cloudy sky reflected a golden spear; as Iruini emerged from the damp forest. He walked up to me gracefully, his slimy green skin making his golden armor all the shinier. Stopping next to me, he shoved his spear in the wet mud and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Give it time..." He said. Patting me a couple of times he then picked up his spear and trecked onward, leaving my sight, back into the forest.
I kind of knew what he meant; but I was skeptical about what I should do. A sudden pull at my pant leg made me jump. The comforters shifted, and I though that wasn't me...
A warm feeling crept into my body, and somehow I knew that whatever it was that was down there was a good thing. I felt a five fingered hand grab my pocket and pull itself up closer to me. The comforter lifted up, and just as this mystery person was about to reveal themselves --
Iruini Darted back through the bushes, breathing heavily. The person under the covers laid back down, and they hugged me tightly -- as if not wanting Iruini to see them. Iruini looked at me through that golden helmet with cold, fear drenched eyes.
"They are coming. Go, NOW!" With that he ran past me and back into the brush. The person under the covers tightened their hold on me, and as I lifted up the covers to see who they were --
I awoke. It was early, and Azerim was sitting on the foot of my bed in a fetal position. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and asked him if everything was all right. He lifted his head in a slow steady motion, and looked at me with his sliver eyes. The sun cam up just then, breaching the doorway of our room, and I got out of bed and put my slippers on. When I looked down at Azerim, he had a sad -- and yet satisfying look on his face. No longer was he mad with glowing red eyes. I picked him up and he cuddled with me.
We walked onto the balcony and watched the sun rise together. Azerim looked up at me after a little bit and said shyly; "I need to talk to you." "Okay..." I said looking back at him. Yes! I thought. Now he's ready to talk to me. I remembered Iruini's words -- and yet I can't help but feel that he was talking about something else... Hmm.
Anyways -- After some good hearty breakfast and maybe a quick nap or two, we sat on the couch, sun gleaming through the windows as Azerim shyly turned red.
"When... Well... Audric..." He looked down at the floor.
"Hmm? What about Audric?" I asked bluntly.
"Well, you know... when I made the dome out of the floor... and Audric ran off..." He looked up just a little.
"Yeah... Where'd he run off to?" I wasn't sure where this was going, so I kept an open mind.
"He ran underneath a shelf in the back of the sotre... And when I found him --" Azerim choked on the words. "I was so happy that I gave him a big hug, but it kinda hurt, but I didn't care..." He held out his arms, and he had light blue and pink-red marks all over his body.
"Oh dear... We'll have to put bandages on those after we're finished talking. Is that what this was all about?" I doubted it, but I tried to keep calm. Had Audric done something to him? I waited to find out.
"Umm... He touched my lips because I was talking... and asked me what I meant when I asked him what was okay. He touched my leg and I -- I got this weird tingly feeling... It didn't hurt, and yet it was sickening. It was a bad feeling deep down, but something inside me... told me to stay there with him..." I sat there motionless. Wow I thought, already experiencing that? I covered up my thoughts with a smile. Azerim blushed even more.
"But I freaked out... and that's when I wanted to go home. Dark... I like to be with Audric, but this feeling comes up whenever I get around him. What's wrong with me?" He looked at me with saddened hopeful eyes. "Hmm..." I sat there in thought for a bit. Azerim knew that this feeling was not something you got around other people. "Well Azerim, I think what might be going on is that you have an attraction towards Audric." It couldn't be love. Temptation maybe? I didn't quite know how to explain it to him.
"An... attraction? What's that?" He looked more hopeful and cheery. "It means that you like the person. As in... well yeah. You like them a bit more than anyone else." I smiled at him. So he had an attraction to Audric. It wasn't bad, but i'm not sure if it was good...
"Ooooh! So like.. how you feel about --" I threw a pillow at him just then. My brother walked into the room briefly to go to the bathroom. He finished and went back upstairs to bed, at which pint Azerim poked his head out rom between the cushions. "You didn't need to do that! I wasn't going to say anything..." I gave him that look. "Okaaaay," he giggled. "Sorry. So it's like that then! I understand now!" He cheered rolling around the pillows with happiness.
It was good to see him smile again. No -- not good. Great. I'm still worried a bit-- but that's natural. I'll jsut have to wait and see what the world hold in store for us.
"They are coming. Go, NOW!"
Hmm...
What could he have meant?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:35 pm
First Journal Entry
It was a particularly warm winter moring, which Dark found to be a bit odd. Laying on the couch while the sun rose up behind him, the sleepy teenager was flipping through channels in his Pajama's eating a bowl of Coco Puff's cereal. A massive yawn echoed through the kitchen in the other room, and Dark dropped his spoon with a very disturbed look on his face. Was that the dog?! He thought sleepily, staring at the kitchen entrance.
To his amazement, it was only his pet Oni Azerim. The tall (but tiny) brown Demon walked into the room, barely wearing anything -- his belt hanging lazily at his knees. He yawned again, and Dark wondered how in the hell something that small could make the room shake with just one intake of air. The little guy dragged his feet over to the couch and motioned with open arms for Dark to pick him up and set him on the couch. "Hey there dude, how'd ya sleep?" Dark laughed putting him on the couch, although he really wished Azerim would pull up his belt. The tiny demon stood up and walked over to the bowl on Darks lap, and said half asleep: "i'm too lazy to pull it up, but I will if someone comes into the room..." Yawing again, Azerim took a Coco Puff from Dark's bowl, and sat next to him munching away. "What's on T.V. this early in the moring?" "Well, lets take a look shall we?" Dark picked up the remote and began flipping again, eating cereal with his other hand.
"There's Blade II on channel 37."
"Ah, too much killing for so early in the morning." Azerim snickered.
"There's James Bond's Goldfinger."
"Is that the one with the guy who also plays Count Dooku in Star Wars?"
"OH -- there's a documentary on Inca and Aztec Artifacts." Dark sat up and switched over to the Discovery Channel. "Awww, but I wanted to watch James Bond..." Azerim pouted. "Too bad, you know the place you come from is a civilization almost exactly like this? Don't you ever wonder how these different cultures could all build similar structures when they're in different centuries!?"
Azerim had to admit, it was a pretty baffling fact. And interesting too. Okay... fine." He said -- pulling up his belt and climbing up Darks shirt. As the commercials ended, he perched himself on top of Darks head.
The show started with a wonderful pan of pyramids all over mexico, from jungles, to grassy fields, switcihng over to a beautiful slew of Artifacts laid out on a piece of cloth.
One of the most treasured Artifacts in this time was the 'Ring of Supay'. The narrator stopped as the screen closed in on a beautiful light-purple ring, with many carvings engraved in it. Made by the priests of the famous ruler "Paya" -- alos Aztec for 'god'-- made this artifact for his rule over the whole southen continent. The camera faded into paintings of Paya riding into battle with the ring on his finger, as well as other carvings of him on thrones and giving orders. Azerim chocked on the Coco Puff as a particular picture cought his eye. Dark choked too, as it tugged him as well.
"Isn't that..." Azerim jumped onto the table and ran up to the screen. Dark leaned forward in awe. "YEAH... it's him alright."
There on the screen, in a carved picture of Paya, stood Azerim's guardian, Iruini.
"HOW...?" Dark stood up raising his hands. Azerim moved closer to the T.V., his eyes widened with every step he took. "That doesn't make sense! Does it...?" "No, it doesn't..." Dark sat on the edge of the table as the narrator continued.
Made from a special type of ore, this ring is pricless. The priests created a special mix of herbs to mix with this molten ore when it was forged. The ore was said to have the ability to draw up animalistic gods, to become Paya's personal guards -- so long as he wore the ring. Although in pyramid carvings and paintings, these guards are shown as more demoic beasts than Inca's common gods, there is some bit of truth to this tale. Uncovering Paya's resting place has shown us that his most personal guards were human -- but they wore animal skin and skulls to frighten all that opposed them. A ruthless bunch, Paya was just as nasty as his fabled ring, his rule more like a curse over the land. His guards killed many for no reason, and he is one of the first to fully promote dictatorship in the world. Abusing his rule, the Incan people could only wait for his inevitable death. The T.V. played a dramatic Paya attacking towns and villages with his beastly guards.
Dark and Azerim's jaws were wide open. Literally GAPPING at what they saw. Could it be true? Was Iruin also linked with Inca mythology as well as Aztec? They stared in wonder as the narrator continued.
Since this early discovery, it has yet to be fully discovered how Paya's rule was ended; and where the ring went. It's been missing for some time now, and the people who brought it back are saying it's a continuation of the curse from the ring.
"It's weird..." Dark looked down in thought. "I remember seeing a ring just like that in the shop..." "You mean Azyre's shop?!" Azerim switched his attention over to his owner. "Yeah... I definitely remember now. There IS a ring like that!" Azerim jumped up and clung to Darks face. "WE ~ NEED ~ TO ~ GET ~ DOWN ~ THERE ~ NOW!!" The Earth Oni shook his face viciously.
"Okay okay! Let's get going then!" Dark stood up and ran to his room, and the two changed. Well not really Azerim, all he had was his belt and suspenders. But still. The two dashed back down five minutes later and headed out the door.
The two reached the T.O.Y.S. shop within' a quarter hour. Panting heavily, Dark slumped against the glass, as Azerim looked inside with wide eyes. It wasn't opened yet, but Azyre would be there soon. It was just about ten A.M. "Look! Look! There it is!!" Azerim jumped up and down pointing towards the back of the store at a faded golden ring. Right there right there! Do you see it?" Dark wipped away the fog his panting had caused on the window, and looked into the shop. "Oh yeeeeah! I see it now!" Azerim jumped a bit more. "Do you think Azyre will sell it to us?" He stopped boucing, and looked towards Dark. Thinking for a few seconds, Dark looked back at his pet with saddened eyes. "I don't think so. I just finished paying you off, and I doubt Azyre would like me talking on two pets with how long it took me to pay you off ."
Azerim frowned. "Awww, why couldn't you have just paid me off sooner!? It's not hard to!" Dark laughed. "Not hard to pay -- it's just hard keeping the money in my pocket, that's all." Azerim looked slyly at him, and crossed his arms. "Hmmm, the problem's money eh? Well then we'll just have to raise enough of it to buy that ring!" Dark gave Azerim a blank look. "That's a lot of money..." Azerim poked him in the cheek. "Then that means there's more work to do! Let's go! We can start off by mowing the lawn in front of the house, and then..." Azerim sighed. They really did have a lot to do.
Turning the corner to go back home, Azyre reached the shop -- nearly missing the two. Looking at the window, he sighed. "It's nice people find my shop interesting, but could they be so decent as to not have their heads plastered onto the window? It's a nuicence to clean up." Unlocking the door he laughed to himself. "Well, at least people are window shopping..."
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