A City of the End

I know of a city. Formed off broke Ambition, The hope being that this grand plan of a municipality would rival that of the finest. Great ancient builders put a great deal of the gold snow into it. In this world, In the areas that had the highest potential to be fantastic. One of the gods came to cultivate it, grow the finest of trees. The finest greens. The far off opposing city of lost Silver was supposed to tremble in its. Wake. The land was gathered up. The God set to work for many years though eventually, he grew tired, and his project ended. The God left, and the inhabitants tried to make their own way, but they liked things being the way they were. Time passed, and the ideas of the future remained stagnant for much later time. Older wise men came there to live their days peacefully And passed in. Due time. That was was where the city got its name. The young sprouts that went from the land always tried to uproot themselves. Their little green legs popping up between the cracks the run to the beginning, away from the end.

Blind date with a book….

So I’m sitting there, looking at these books wrapped in white. There are small words on the front. Hand crafted of course, these small imperfections that add to the beauty of the project. I looked at them, my mind racing with the possibility. That happens a lot, I love when my mind races. The feeling of possibility is absolutely beautiful. It was a gamble sure. Money to be placed on something And you don’t know what, but with some amount of trust I went through and bought a book taking a serious chance and having the scared part of my brain say “no put it back! You could hate it! But also I could love it so I stopped worrying (I mean I tried to I just tuned it out!) then I went ahead read the white paper one last time and tore it open! Taking a leap and hoping with excitement.

Hit the montage

Oh boy! You’ve finally hit it big, you’re doing what you love and making money at it. Life couldn’t be better, it took you a few years but when Hollywood gets ahold that long time to make they happen will be set and passed in a minute of screen time so all we must do is do our thing. Create what we must to get to our happiness and watch all the years later when that work is glossed over in a minute.

Trying to plan

I really was to,,, but maybe not enough it’s easier to just work towards your goal and plan. I am terrible with outlines I din’t understand them as much as I may try. So here we are with an idea we just go and run with it and hope for the best . I write out then first character outline and then I think to myself, hey what if things change later on. Then I start writing without the outline as we hope and move forward. What do you think of out lines?

J.K. Rowling; I forgot you’re actually really good at story telling

Today Everyone knows who J. K. Rowling is to at least,t some degree. If you don’t, then it is most likely because you are too young to care about the name on the front of the book. There is no shame in admitting it trust me I was there also, to me her name may as well have been a collection of runes for how little it mattered to me who was on the front cover.

Now I must absolutely confess to you that I haven’t really read the books thoroughly ever.. I would dabble around as much as I could when the latest film came to be, but I never got the full story, it was always the later books, and then there was the issue that is frequently instilled in the problem of “Hey kid! You can’t read that book!” To which I would gasp! Totally confused! “You see,” says the wiser adult that myself, for in this time I was silly sixth-grader! “That book has a reading level of 5.9, and you are supposed to reading much much higher than that!

“So there I was missing the first Harry Potter book because I was too old for it. No big deal, I thought to myself. After all, I had seen the first film. I was aware of the story. I knew about Lord Voldemort and that story, so I just skipped ahead tried two read the biggest more modern books (Modern of course meaning latest.)

J. K. Rowling and Some Retrospection

So I was more of movie bug, and as I grew older, the only two books that were technically in my age range were the half-blood prince and the Deathly Hallows, but you can’t just start an epic tales such as that with the darkest and most complex stories. So essentially I just gave up. I sat there with my popcorn at the theatre and enjoyed them. Alright, cool no worries there. But then as things moved forward,” Despite Rowling saying that she was done with the Wizarding world, she kept going. Adding some interesting tidbits here and there, the most infamous being that Dumbledore was actually gay.

A representation of everyone looking at Rowling on Twitter (So at first, I was like “Oh my goodness! This is a crazy game changer. But as time marched forward, I found myself wondering why it even matters. My mother and I both recently had a conversation about how, through her reading the books, it never once crossed her mind that maybe Dumbledore was gay. Our conversation basically boiled down to us saying,

“Well he is an exceedingly powerful wizard, must not have not time for dating

-A super nifty quote from a bigger potter head than myself;

Anyways. Who Dumbledore is into isn’t up to me, it’s all good no worries only I do think ere could have been a better way to introduce such a fact partially due to the point of how Dumbledore (cool as he is, check this out. He isn’t the main character and who he’s into isn’t essential. I meanwhile reading when he was with Harry Potter talking about the mirror of Erised, I just couldn’t pick up any hints of that at all. Secondly, it wasn’t necessary for the slightest

Leave the past in the past

For the longest time, I was confused as to why people were so interested in Harry Potter…. Because there were so many things that were being retroactively added like how certain characters were Jewish or how Hogwarts is all-inclusive of all religious views, I’m sure we all could have assumed such things or not. If any of this stuff had been inferred in the text, then that’s fine, but it isn’t. Then she went on to apologize for different events in the series, and I was lost. What makes these books so great? My most recent memories being of her twitter posts.

But I caved my mother and grandmother had always been telling me to read them. I’d put it off. After all, those are kids books. I’m no kid! At the young age of twenty, I finally hit it,” Fuck it,” I said, downloading the audiobook of the first in the series. And beginning my journey narrated by Jim Dale. And I whisked away to that magical world. And over those several hours, I fully understood why this series was so popular.

To put it simply the movies are a bit like frosting. It’s good and will give you a sugar rush, but the books are then full cake it’s rich and moist. There is an amount of flavor that you can’t place but you want more it’s delicious it makes you crave more and more and then final being inside you understand totally why this series is as over as it is. Listen or read. Just do it, no matter what your thoughts on the author. That is why Rowling is so great.

Building blocks: be set!

Now today I must ask you a question! Are you poised at the edge of your seat? You must be, one can hope! So one Important part pot expanding oneself in the world is the destination of a facebook page! Would any of you be interested in such a thing? The desire would be that with time it could grow beyond what it is! All the parts are in order. So that is the constant growth, constant expansion keep things growing and hopefully it would be beyond men at some point. This community grows each passing day and I am excited as I am sure you are as well. Thanks to this journey that we have the opportunity to grow together!

Bad advice you don’t need

Let’s say that you have someone that you like. That person talks to you all the time. And they smile at you and let’s say your mind is getting the vibes. You know those ones. The winky moment kind of saying hey maybe I like you. Well, perhaps you think I gotta tell everyone, well, see I think the better bet would be to act on your thoughts, you think they like you? So get to know them to discover if you enjoy them too! Then ask them out! Otherwise, you could accidentally get stuck with the insecurities of previous generations, so the most essential part is to do you and not let others instill fear.

This is (not) the Hero

A dream of defeating the man with a jeweled blade while he rode atop his beast made of incomprehensible shadow was Maindra’s dream. Only now he was stuck in the darkness around remnants of a life that was taken from him. The air tasted bitter; unnaturally sweet in some breaths. In time he grew used to it. “Maindra,” he said as the name’s memory awoke some part of himself long forgotten.

He had no love for the name Maindra; he commonly felt it was a gift he could never accept. He went by Main, that is what made the most sense to him. His blonde hair was a mess in the darkness, his soundly built figure was never affected by the time spent in the place alone. Even then, he felt that he was a person of great importance; he could not see any other reason for his name being what it was.

Main stood in the room thinking to himself. He felt his hands grow cold, in this lone room something was missing. Again, he remembered he was alone with thoughts and whatever memories decided to rear their heads to him. There was a slight breeze. At first, it was cold; though with time warmness overcame him. He was sitting under a tree in this memory. It felt so real. Though at the same time, it was unsettling. The sun was setting slowly, the blueness of the sky was mixing to become the purest of oranges. A part of him knew that it was not real, equally so, he did not care. He looked to his left to see a girl with amber hair beside him, she was fast asleep against his shoulder. While she was unable to recall her name, her presence made him calm. His muscles relaxed and he kissed her. It felt as though that was how it was supposed to happen, of course, another deeply saddened part of himself knew that these events would never come to pass. after several seconds, his body froze with fear, “What happened between us?” The color faded and he was back in darkness.

“I think that the proper question is, What didn’t happen between us,” A voice echoed through the chamber, sounding tired. “I think that you only wish that dream had come to fruition. That which never happened to you

“Can you describe the life you were supposed to have,” he hears the voice and just like that the memories explode in his head like fireworks. He was supposed to get the family at the impressionable age of twelve. “You already know all of this, why force me to say it?” Main sat up on his knees, tears welling up in his eyes as they began to look glassy.

The being paused, “Damn it! Don’t pause! Don’t talk in the third person! I know it’s you!” Main took a deep breath “Good idea to breathe,” the voice now echoed through to his pedestal in the darkness, “Wouldn’t want your head to explode especially when there is so much more to discuss!” He breathed in again it was shallow, weak, and tired. He was unsure of why he kept hearing the voice, all he was that it existed within his own mind

“I remember, I was supposed to wake every morning with my older sister teasing me some. It’s about my adoption, I would hate it at first, but then after a while, we would grow up beyond such petty behavior and develop a friendship. I would find love with this girl with amber hair, she would be kidnapped on several occasions, and I would save her only to prove our love for each-other time and time again.

“Don’t you see now that someone has taken those lovely memories out of the realm of possibilities? Now they are nothing but a pleasant dream. That will make the place you reside in now all the more dreadful. I am sorry, but you are doomed to die here.”

For an unknown amount of time, he was alone, the passage didn’t matter, the scenery never changed, the sun never rose, only bright stars twinkled. He was alone with his thoughts. “The righteous always return to glory,” he mumbled to himself. Memories of a life that was stolen from him flashed by his eyes. He was unable to make it out clearly, but he remembered a looming shadow the size of incomprehensibility, being defeated by a majestic blade whose beauty was only comparable to the girl with amber hair. They were to stand together at a tree of great significance, and he would pull away from the jewels from the blade and present them to her as a necklace

He couldn’t bear to think of the rest.“I must not let my destiny be taken from me.” He screamed at the top of his lungs, the damp air cooled the heat within himself, “Where the hell are you!” He said, his vision growing clearer by the second… “I have to save my family from that monster…” He heard the wind rustle back to him, and it felt cold again.

“See that’s the initiative you need to make a difference. Destroy that replacement of yours and the world can be rewritten without the man who stole your destiny.” The voice he had heard so many times returned. A shadowy hand reached out to him, holding a blade whose hilt had diamonds fused into it. “Use this blade to take back your birthright. Finish the one they call the hero.”

Upon grasping the blade, he felt a surge of energy flow through his arm. “I will save them from them horrendous fate of the hero’s lies.” There was a blast of light, and his feet were in another dark place. In front of him lay a snakelike creature. It was curled tightly into a corner. The moonlight finally poured in from the ceiling, his pupils shrank. The animal repositioned itself. Main stood there, his breath leaving his mouth as if it were smoke. “Are you the one who spoken to me?”

The creature declined to answer, its head glistening with black scales. It rested and allowed Main to climb onto his body. The sound of water seeped through the entire room as the creature stood on all fours. It jumped toward the wall and began to climb. Main’s hands grasped tightly onto the smallest of spikes he could find. When he felt the creature hold onto a ledge, he saw a little being with sticklike limbs; Its hands were reaching for him.

“You finally know what you must do?” The creature’s shrill voice matched the one from the cave. “You must save them all from the one they will wrongfully call the hero!” The face of the being was scrunched up and unrecognizable to any human eyes. Main slid off his mount’s back and stared down the creature. It recoiled and then regained some courage. “We hope you shall bring an end to that man per our request.” It gave a bow and then pulled him down. “Do as you must. Save the girl.”

Every word that is written still echoed through his mind, harsh voices repeating the phrase each part with only a second of space between each word only said one second apart. He had to end the sounds. “I must also know how to protect the bringers of truth.” He smiled, “Tell me everything you know.” The back of its head began to bubble around the edges. “Are you unable to think too hard about these matters?” The creature nodded, Main could see the head relax. The ceiling was flickering with the movement they were on the roofs observing him, undoubtedly ready to pounce if they felt this one to be threatened. “It’s going to have to be one swoop.” He looked at his blade; it could certainly destroy a few of them but not at all. “The one who stole my life shall pay!” The creature smiled at that statement; Main returned to the scaly beast behind him. “Only I must ask you one simple question: Where is it that your kind resides from?’ He climbed back onto the monster and left, behind him there was the bubbling sound of the creatures head bursting, some in unison and others later as they tried not to think. The Blood flooded the chamber and fell down the well of darkness as Main headed to the surface. His only intent was to finish the monster who took his life by any means necessary.

One last time the memory of the amber-haired girl crept at his subconscious, a family of four rushed his mind. If he could only kill the one believed to be the hero, they would all be saved. He met the sky atop an incomprehensible shadow holding a jeweled blade.

The Journey

Journeys are the most important of the story or a game. The ending does hold some level of importance, but in the sense of reality, we all have to go through something to get to the end of something else. Boom, we see the end of the tunnel. It is far off but to it the problem is we panic stuck in the darkness of night keep going. You think it’s gonna swallow you whole, it feels cold you lose hope as you get close to the end it gets unbearable, doom breaths down your neck and right when you are collapsing and crawling to the end you are sure you aren’t gonna make it. Why am I doing this, you say? Keep crawling, you’ll make it.

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