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I simply don't have much to do on Gaia anymore. This website really is intended for a younger demographic.
Liutana · Sun Nov 14, 2010 @ 03:13pm · 0 Comments |
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I capitalized the first letter of my name, and now my profile's totally differant.
My dream avatars are missing, the bit where I talked about my guilds, my feedable breedable, all the petitions I signed...
It stinks.
Liutana · Thu May 15, 2008 @ 05:05pm · 0 Comments |
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This is the prologue of the book I wrote back in junior high and finished in high school. I've been going though it a bit and improving some of the earlier chapters. Let's face it, you tend to know a bit more about writing when you're 23 than when you're 11.
Started - age 11, 1996 Finished - age 17, 2002 Began rewriting - 2006
Please leave comments, and let me know how much you liked or disliked it. Or suggestions on how it could be further improved.
A passage from the White Book
Before the years marked by Anno Prophetica, in the misty past, two children were born, twin sons of the Nersiran High King and Quantar and Queen Paravati. As was ancient tradition, their fates were read by the court seer. The firstborn, Nerthus, possessed purple magic, ideal for the heir designate. He had light brown curly hair and bright eyes. His destiny was to fight a struggle measured in length by ten millennia. The second born, Nergal, had black magic in his veins, a complete surprise to all. His hair was dark and straight and clinging to his skull. His eyes were as black as midnight. His destiny was to rule and bring death to many innocent lives. Then the seer spoke of a third child not yet born, a girl. This girl would the only one who could bear Nergal a son, and be the only one who could destroy his rule, and she would be known as the Faeria.
A shudder went through the court at these dire predictions. The end of the long lasting Nersiris dynasty was at hand. A long and bloody war was waged between Nergal and his family. Only Nerthus survived, hidden in sacred ruins. And when the King and Queen of the Nersiran race were defeated by the Evil One, Nergal, a great cry was heard through all of Ibakhnah, as if the world knew that 10,000 years of dark rule was to follow. In time Nergal created his own race of brutish, simple-minded warriors, the goblins. He also founded the Order of Mimron, with himself as immortal High King. Against the armies of the powerful evil within that man, no nation could stand. Nergal became the whispered legend of rural serfs, a creature that took the best and brightest children away, never to be seen again.
All was not to be lost, however. Many seers had a similar vision of the far future, and Nerthus managed to preserve them before his brother destroyed even this last remnant of hope. Selected prophecies follow:
Cry to the Fates Spoken by the Oracle of Redleaf Who shall come with eyes to see, ears to hear, mouth to speak, heart to care, mind to know? After ten millennia, she shall our desperate pleas hear If you are the one, come to see what comes fast here If you are the one with a mind to know, Come! Raise the plant of the seed you must sow.
Prayer of the Sahdrian Fair Folk (translated) when will one come With eyes to see our bleak lands? With a voice to speak in our defense? With ears to hear our mournful cries? With a mouth to taste the bitter crops? With the courage to fight? With the hands to heal? When will she come? When will the Faeria save us, her people?
Runestone of Ellinmorné A child of two worlds, stuck in between Born as a slave... and a Queen Greater glory hidden by a veil When lifted, night shall come in day Our people shall be free!
The world waited with baited breath. Then a child was born to a faerie princess in the last century of the Evil One's rule. The child was spirited to a place of safety, far from her birthplace. She opened her emerald eyes to the farm of a man whose very name meant "enough," the man she knew as father.
This book is the story of her life, from when her simple farming life was shattered to the fulfillment of all the myriad prophecies. It is as she told it, many years after. It begins simply, as simple as things seem when one is young.
Liutana · Thu Sep 13, 2007 @ 06:40pm · 0 Comments |
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Wow, I am just go glad that Martin Scorcese (or however you spell his name) finally got an Oscar. To think, it was for a remake of a Hong Kong film! (Infernal affairs A review )
Too bad Abigail from Little Miss Sunshine didn't win. She was just so adorable last night.
I'm also thrilled Pan's Labyrinth won the awards it did.
Liutana · Mon Feb 26, 2007 @ 09:51pm · 0 Comments |
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let the liquid bonds be broken and melt away like ice in the spring. Away these chains I shall fling.
The clear liquid that can look deceptively beautiful in the sunlight and tastes so foul in the throat.
The red medicine that I hate. That I am told to drink. I shall not, someday. SOMEDAY!!
Someday the chains will break.
Will it be with a key or a nail file?
If it must be then I will free myself, even if it will anger them. I must be free. I MUST be free. free to think free not to drink free to heal free to feel what I can't right now free to go free to know
Written: Easter Break. 2002
Liutana · Sat Feb 24, 2007 @ 06:20am · 0 Comments |
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