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Allegory of the Evil King and the Sword of Truth :iconvirtuoussword:VirtuousSword 0 0
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Scion of Light slays all the demons of the world :iconvirtuoussword:VirtuousSword 0 0
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ur balihar
Love of mine,
Love of mine
Oh, this love of mine
Without you I'm not fine
Avoid sleep and dream for days at time
I can't stand the darkness between you and me
All I want is to see you free, freely
My blood goes Ice, my body Steely
I can't leave and I can't depart
I'm spinning hot sparks
that can't find their mark since you're not here
my stirring kisses belong on your face
but they're lost sparks like lightning lighting up empty space
my sultry kiss turned to steam without trace
without your face on which to place
like poem without page
and a song going unsung
I love you more than words
My ear loves your tongue
I belong with you
Forever, My darling meet
You are my sweet
and I'm your Balihar
sadaa raho Har naale mera pyar
I am yours x
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No Buddhas Are High Or Low (And I'm In Love w/you)
No Buddhas Are High Or Low
And I'm In Love With You
We'll Be Fine If We're Together, Cus Love Is All You Need
And I Have What I Need, If I Have You
But How Could These Words Say How Much I Love You
If I'm Not Lost In Your Eyes My Life Means Nothing
And I'm Nothing Without You
You're My Inspiration You're My Muse
I'd Do Everything For You
You Know I'd Do Anything For You
Do You Want It Like I Do?
Just Hold Me Like You Do
And I Will Hold You Too
Nothing Is Too Good For You
The Only Thing I Want Is You
I'd Do Anything For You
xoxoxo xoxox oxoxo
oxoxox oxoxo xoxox
xoxoxo xoxox oxoxo
The Look That's In Your Eyes
Divine Light Will Softly Shine
I Come Alive At Night
When I Hold My Pillow Tight
And Whisper Your Name Till It's Light Outside
And The Blue Sky Ain't So Blue Without You In My Bed
Looking Up At The Ceiling And Dreaming Of The Stars Instead
I Hold Your Arm And Lean In To Your Chest
You Kiss Me, Love, And I Say You're The Best
No-One Else Will Have Me, Only You
I'd Sit With You Foreve
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finally... a warm and empty bed
I never say hello or bye,
where did our time go?
I wondered if you thought of me,
but it's best i shouldn't know,
such thoughts lead me downwards,
to where my warm bed is waiting,
I knew a love could conquer all,
if I could conquer hesitating,
too many times I lay there,
wishing for a dream of you,
but too many times I heard your voice,
saying just a dream won't do,
now i'm hungry for your flesh,
and my blood is pouring out,
the song starts in my toes,
and it's spilling out my mouth,
I waited for you so long,
just a few more years will do,
all the plans and hopes we had,
all of them will come true,
soon i'm right beside you,
a few more years to kill,
both desires and my lonely hopes,
which separated keep us ill,
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reason for living
I'm here for one reason only
To realise God Enthroned see;
Enlightened King Rains Nectar on His Children
God's Servants see empty bellies so we fill them
Truth his Name and Love his Word
Destroy your Ignorance with this Sword
God kills Ego with cold Steel
Life Illusion Death is Real
Mind Embittered Soul is battered
After death, nothing mattered
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under the breaking dawn
This poem is written on the dawning sky
My paint-brush dances on the waking clouds
On the earth I walk listening to the chirping of many birds
Watching the frosted sky roll over me
No pain, no regret
All things in their own time
Observing the motions of the stars
I am only viewing the ancient past of the very distant
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midnight blooming flower in the daytime
The tree shakes and leaves fall,
everywhere is green in the grass of our love,
roundness complementing angularity,
branches reaching upward,
the young shoot knows how to grow
The flower that bloomed in class
never carried the scent I smelt in dark forests,
where water flowed, and the robin sang
her eyes hid a perfect smile, soft like her heart,
that grew hard from hurting
let me soothe you, O love, like holy water,
let me melt the gaze which illumines the night of my soul,
and fills the lamp of my heart with truth and good cheer
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wish of a sword
saw darkness and oppression
from every path flowed evil
wished it would lessen
my heart wouldn't be still
warriors become slaves
where is the god that saves?
saints became tramps
dictators rule from postage stamps
wished for justice, wished for peace
wished for love, wished for hope
time passes and no progress
got the worst, hope the best
optimism died in my breath
I wished for death, sweet death
I made quiet my mind
to the cold world so blind
wished for a sword
i held it in my eyes
and with eternal truth
i pierced the shallow lie
this sword flashes from my eye when I glance
this solitary singing blade in mystic trance
discretion my sight, compassion my light
in order that darkness and evil take flight
blood is running out like tear-drops
when will this God-awful war stop?
this "war" is "crazy"
our minds are hazy
but love is worth it
hope will nurse it
while the righteous are oppressed
and the saints are in stress
justice I screamed for
and peace at our door
now, no more violation
hidd
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stolen hearts
Crying over all the hearts i stole
You left your return address upon my soul
i'm giving back all the things i took
when guilty past my conscience shook
sacrifice in blood and tears
pleading screams I couldn't hear
Now I choose the right from wrong
and love myself so I grow strong
instead of stealing all your time
and lonely heart with my dull rhyme
if you could hear, then i will say
sorry and my debt repay
one more time in your sweet arms
leave only peace transform the harm
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a poem about leaving home (and finding it)
The stars on a blue night, wait for the moon behind clouds
From a hill I can see your face, and the river calls your name
The wandering wind is so mournful, without form or consciousness
The deep earth lies unbroken, I know rabbits make their home beneath it
And for now I watch bright lights twinkle, as if from a distance
and I know this is just a dream, but it is not time to wake
My body is strong, tomorrow it will be dust
all that I perceive is a reflection of my own inner essence
all that I am is a reflection of God
I have no master and no student
I only call one worthy - everyone
Who can teach, and who can learn?
A fool thinks that he can be taught
A wise one knows he is the teaching being taught
The supreme wisdom does not think, does not know
The grass is laughing in the field
Long stems are rustled by a gale in the meadow
No-one closes the gate, the trees stand watch in each-others shadow
Sugar tastes bittersweet to me, like the memory of forgetfulness
I can stand here a moment
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a poem with no end
a poem with no end chanted by the mind
I just blend with the wind and after time
I find my feet on the floor of the street I adore
Burning with a passion that's hard to find
When I sleep my eye is open and I see the blind
traipsing through the dream world with faces lined
with fear and regret that they cannot forget
until their heart rests and their soul is kind
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Colossal Familiars (Open RP)
You are a young sorcerer/witch in training. Depending on where you live or how you were raised, your specialty and what your main goal is would vary. Recently, you have had some problems in your life which means one of many things for a magical being: you are about to get your own familiar. Familiars are special assistants for witches and sorcerers alike. But this won't be just a normal familiar. Your familiar would be massive!
Answer the following questions before we roleplay:
1) What kind of Witch/Sorcerer Are You?
- Examples would be a specific thing such as elements in nature, day, night, animals, foods, etc. Just run it by me.
2) What is your main goal as a magical being?
- It can be from protecting a certain area or spreading evil everywhere. Just run it by me.
3) What kind of familiar are you getting?
- The familiar is magical and most familiars are part animals, so any animal you would want is fine. But the familiar has to match with what kind of being you are. For example, if
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Anime Giantess RPG RP
Anime Giantess RPG RP
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One day, you had a bet with your friends. You won it, meaning you actually got 50€ from it: not bad! So you decided to splash all them onto a new game, that was getting really famous these days: it was called "An Unforgettable RPG". Many people said it was extremely real, and it was like playing a real life game!
You bought it, as you started it. Soon it flashed with a white light, as you fainted.. When you woke up you were into a weird world... A voice called for you: "Go and win the game!"
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The roleplay will be focused around this plot. How it works it's easy. First of all, you have to get an anime to start. It can be:
- Pokemon girls
- Yugioh girls
- Other (you can suggest)
Also, it's gonna be like an RPG Game. Every dungeon will have a Boss, which will be a 100 times bigger Giantess, and a few mini bosses
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TALE OF THE EVIL SLAVE KING AND THE DIVINE SWORD
Once upon a time, there was a village.
That village was owned by a very Evil King, who lived in a castle.

The Evil King was very cruel, strong, and merciless. He made everyone respect him and bow down to him. He could run faster than the wind, and break stones with his hands.
He forced people to say nice things about him, or else he would hit them. The Evil King could see through walls, and hear peoples conversations from far away! No one could suprise him or sneak up on him. No one could speak badly about him, otherwise he would hurt them and break their bones.

It gave great pleasure to the Evil King to watch other people struggling and suffering using his immense powers. If no one suffered, he made them suffer. He enjoyed harming them and liked to watch them helpless, shouting for help... But no one came to help them against the Evil King because they were afraid. The Evil King especially liked to visit the townsfolk just to abuse them. No one could fight back against him. Anyone who did fight, was killed by that Evil King, on the spot. Many people living in that town were very poor and uneducated. They had nowhere to go, and many did not know how to survive by themselves.

Every day, the Evil King made the poor townsfolk polish his shoes with their own clothes. He used to go into their houses while they were cooking, and tip over the pots and pans, so that the food fell on the floor. He especially liked to wait for them to finish cooking, before pouring it on the floor. If they were cooking meat, he fed it to his dogs, so they could not pick it up and eat it. He liked to kick children very hard. Because the Evil King was so strong, the children went flying through the air when he hit them. The Evil King used to laugh every time he kicked them! Sometimes he would pick up the children and throw them on a high place, so they could not get down.If anyone tried to help them, the Evil King tied them up, and hung them upside down in an even higher place.

The educated townsfolk were bullied mercilessly night and day by the Evil King, who promised that if they fled, he would find and kill them. The Evil King made the educated townsfolk praise him, and write songs and poems about him. He forced them to say good things about himself. Every day, they told the Evil King he was wise, handsome and witty, even thought they did not believe it even a little bit. They wrote entire books about the greatness of the Evil King. They were forced to make religions to worship the Evil King. The Evil King liked to sing the songs about himself, and his own greatness. His favourite was the one which said that no one could kill him, and that he would live forever.

The rich townsfolk were kept in debt by the Evil King, who had set up an unfair system to cheat everyone in the village of money. The Evil King made all of the rich townsfolk bow down to him. He made them line up to give him compliments. He forced their daughters to marry him. If anyone tried to marry those girls, he had them killed. He taxed them very unfairly. All of the rich people had to pay him a lot of money. He forced their sons to serve him if they could not pay. If they had no sons, he would take their daughters, or the mothers, or the fathers.


The Evil King could see and hear everything that was happening inside the people's houses. He knew if someone was saying something bad about him. He had them tortured for his pleasure and executed at his whim and fancy. If anyone spoke out or tried to resist, leave or fight back, the Evil King had their possessions and house destroyed. He cast anyone who displeased him into a prison, along with their (innocent) families. Every day, the Evil King would ride into town and abused the villagers. Sometimes he would beat people as he passed them by. Everyone in the village was afraid of that Evil King, because he had so much power.

One day, the Evil King was more angry than usual. Instead of only one or two executions on that day, as normal... He ordered five executions! Instead of only remaining in the village for one or two hours to abuse the villagers... He spent five hours abusing the villagers, before returning to his castle. From that day onwards, the Evil King ceased to be satisfied. He ordered that every townsperson would have to give him a gift, every day, or else be imprisoned, and forced to work for him.

In the first month, all the poor townspeople had run out of gifts to give him, they started giving him their personal possessions.
By the second month, all the poor townspeople had been thrown in prison, after having giving him all their things, including their houses.
The educated people had run out of gifts to give him, and run out of money to buy more, so they started giving him their personal possessions too.
By the third month, the educated people had been thrown into prison, after running out of gifts and money.
The rich people in that town started to buy gifts from the Evil King at extortionate prices, just to give it back to him.
They too started to run out of money. Furthermore, without any working townsfolk, no one could make any more gifts to give.
By the fourth month, almost all the rich townsfolk were thrown in prison.

The Evil King owned everything in that village, including the houses, and the people. The Evil King was satisfied now, and made all of the villagers into his personal slaves.
He made them lie on the floor, and used to walk on them. He ordered them to make food, and he would often tip hot pans and pots of boiling water and oil onto the servants, burning them. Before he used to go to sleep, he would line up a family and beat them all in front of eachother, then he would make them hit each other as well. All day, every day, the Evil King laughed as he hurt them. Instead of going to the village to beat them, he woke up in the morning, and got out of bed by stepping on the townsfolk. Instaed of receiving gifts, he simply ordered the townsfolk to make whatever he wanted, usually out of their own personal possessions. This continued for a long while. Some rich people remained in the village, and the Evil King allowed them to remain there, for now.

After a time, the Evil King began to grow bored with this behaviour. Instead of only five executions on that day, as normal... He ordered ten executions! Instead of only five hours of abusing the villagers... He spent ten hours abusing the villagers! From that day onwards the Evil King ceased to be satisfied. He spent all day beating the children until his hands were swollen. Still he was not satisfied. He beat them on the face with heavy objects until their teeth came out, and their eyes stopped working. Still he was not satisfied. He burnt the villagers very often with hot oil and water, so that almost all of them were covered in burns, on every part of their body. Still he was not satisfied. He fed little children to his dogs! They were torn apart, just as if the Evil King had ripped them apart with his own, terrible, hands.

One day, he played a cruel joke on the villagers. First he would execute all of their family except one. Then he would tell the remaining one that he was free to go home and live in peace. When that person returned to their home, what should they see there? The corpses of all their family members!
Children, women, men and animals, all dead. They were placed in the chairs and beds, as if sleeping and eating. The Evil King liked to watch that person entering their home. It gave him delight to watch their suffering. If what happened didn't make him happy, he simply killed that remaining person, and burnt the house down, with all the corpses inside. Meanwhile, in the prison, all the servants started to pray, rich and poor alike, educated and ignorant alike. Even those who had hated each other previously, now began to pray together. They all prayed for someone, or something to come and help them, and set them free.

In that prison was an educated person, who was well versed in Holy Scripture. Because he had learnt, memorised and tried his best to act on what he had read and knew, an Angel was watching over him. When the Angel heard that educated person praying for the other prisoners, the Angel was moved to mercy. Still, the Angel could not interfere with the affairs of human beings so freely. All of the ghosts of the murdered villagers saw this! They began to cry and wail! They were very angry that no one could punish the Evil King. All day long, the ghosts wailed and upset the prisoners, as well as the Evil King. Every night too, no one could sleep because of the crying of the ghosts.

The Evil King grew more angry. He had stopped being satisfied a long time ago. He did not know what to do. He wanted the ghosts to leave, and he wanted to keep all of the things he had stolen from the townsfolk. He did not like what was happening. Even though he had everything he wanted, he still was not happy, not even a little bit. Every day he hit the servants. He made them lie down in the toilets and spread dirt and muck on each other. The Evil King smiled as they did so. Still he was not happy. Every day, he abused the servants, and spat in their faces. He would cut pieces off of them while they were alive, and cook it to eat. Sometimes he used to give the pieces to the family members to eat. If they did not, he would kill that family member, and order the rest to eat the corpse. The Evil King chuckled to himself, but still, he was not happy. The Evil King crippled many of the slaves.  He forced them to wear clothes that stopped their arms and legs from growing. He used to tie cloth around the heads of babies and tighten it everyday, so that the babies grew up with deformed skulls and faces. He tormented the children and broke them psychologically so they would act as his slaves without question. The Evil King liked to paint the things he saw and did. He often hung the pictures in the prison. If anyone damaged the paintings, he would put them through excruciating torture. The paintings were more well kept than any of the slaves! Whilst the slaves were covered in filth, the Evil King's paintings of deformed children and maimed townsfolk were carefully looked after. That Evil King liked to give food to the paintings and to the corpses of the dead slaves, even though they could not eat it. The Evil King put warm blankets over the paintings, while many slaves were freezing, naked, without even rags to cover them. If anyone tried to take the blankets or foods, he would kill them and hang them next to the paintings. All of the townsfolk were very afraid. They did not like what had happened. The ghosts stopped crying and wailing. They were very sad, and could not leave. Everyone wanted something to happen, but still, it was not time for the Evil King to be deposed (vanquished).

One day, while the slaves were working in the fields to grow food, the Evil King decided to have a nap. While he was sleeping, everyone continued working very hard. After all, if the Evil King heard anything happening, he could wake up and catch them very quickly, no matter where they were. While he was asleep, two people escaped from that field!  It was the educated man who knew about Holy Scripture, and a young boy, the only one of his family still alive. They saw a ditch full of filth next to a waterfall. They hid underneath the filth, so no one could see them. The sound of the waterfall masked the sound of their breathing. When the Evil King woke up, he noticed that some people were gone!  He was very angry and began to beat all the villagers. He even killed some of them, but no one said anything. The Evil King ran everywhere, looking for them, faster than the wind! He couldn't see them. He used his ears to listen for their breathing, but he couldn't hear them. The Evil King saw the waterfall, he thought they were hiding underneath. Quick as a flash, he jumped in, and swam deep down, looking for anyone hiding. He came out of from the water, because has afraid that more people would run away while he was looking. He did not think to look in the ditch of filth. The Evil King was frustrated. For the first time ever, some people had escaped from him! No one had ever escaped from his cruel grip, except those that had died. Even though the prisoners had escaped, no one was happy, because it would mean more beatings and executions for the rest. Sure enough, within a week, the Evil King tortured and executed nearly everyone who had been in that field at the time. He kept a few children alive, and promised that he would not kill them, if only they told him what they knew. Still, no one said anything at all.

Meanwhile, the two escaped prisoners were very happy to be free!
But they could not stop thinking about the other prisoners, and began to cry. The first thing they did after the Evil King had gone back to his castle, was to wash themselves in the waterfall. All the filth which had been stuck on their body for years and years was finally gone! They took some food from the field that they had been forced to work, and ate their fill.
They made some simple clothes from twigs and leaves and covered themselves. At last, they were clothed and fed, after countless years of starvation and nakedness. Still, they both were very sad, and could not forget about the remaining prisoners. The ghosts of the murdered villagers came to help them and comfort them. The Angel that had been listening to the prayers of the educated man came to his side. Neither the educated man or the young boy noticed how many spirits were helping them.

The two of them lived in a cave on a mountain nearby. They only went out at night time. They used to steal food from the field they had worked.  Sometimes the other prisoners noticed and left things for them. Sometimes the educated man and the young boy used to hide things for the prisoners too! They left clues for each other, so that the Evil King would not notice.

Every day, the educated man taught the young boy scripture. The Angel helped the young boy, sharpening his eyesight so that he could see through and cut rocks with just his vision. The ghosts of the murdered people were crying in the ears of those two, so that they began to hear the voices of spirits. Soon, the young boy could hear the crying out of people trapped in the Evil King's prison. He used to cry every night. He listened to his former friends and villagers lamenting every night. From listening to the educated man, the Angel and the ghosts of the villagers, the young boy improved his hearing a lot! He could even hear the Evil King in his castle, and all of the Evil Kings thoughts. The young boy was very afraid. He did not want to be caught by the Evil King. Still, the Angel reassured him: even though the young boy could hear every thought of the Evil King, the Evil King could not hear the young boy. The young boy grew to hate the Evil King more than ever before. The young boy heard every thought of the Evil King, and was so disgusted that he cried out in his dreams. The educated man gave up his share of food to the young boy, so that he could grow up strong and healthy. While the boy slept every night, the ghosts of the villagers helped that young boy, connecting him to the villagers still living in the prison. Soon, when the boy cried out, the villagers could hear him! From now on, whenever the boy heard the thoughts of the Evil King, he cried out to warn the prisoners. Whenever he heard any prisoner suffering there, he used to whisper to them to calm them down and reassure them.

The Evil King was growing very paranoid! He did not know how his slaves knew to avoid him!  He was sure it was connected to the two people who had escaped. He began to think back about those two. He knew the young boy, the Evil King had murdered his mother in front of him. The Evil King was sure that the young boy could not be doing all of this. After all, he was just a child. Then the Evil King remembered something about the man! He remembered the man was educated, and was versed in Holy Scriptures! The Evil King was sure that the educated man was doing some magic against him, and the Evil King became very angry and afraid. But still, the Evil King did not know anything about scripture, and did not know what to do. He decided to eat the flesh of the servants, and drink their blood, to terrify them all, and to fight against the magic of the educated man.

The young boy was growing every day, and needed more food as time went by. He began to feel bad about taking the educated mans food. The educated man was growing weak and ill. One day, the young boy heard the barking of the Evil Kings dogs, while they were hunting. The boy had an idea. He watched the dogs with his sharp eyesight, even whilst sitting on top of the mountain. He lay in wait in a forest on a windy day. The noise of the wind rustling leaves and branches was very loud. The young boy started to make a sound with his mouth, like the sound of the wind. He whispered this sound into the ear of the Evil King, so only the Evil King could hear it. All of the ghosts saw this and began to join in. Soon, the Evil King could only hear the sound of the wind! While the Evil King was deafened, the young boy killed a few of the hunting dogs, and carried their bodies back to the cave. The Evil King was confused! He did not know what to think. He thought that an Angel had carried off his dogs as punishment for his crimes. He grew very bitter. After all, they were his dogs! No one could take anything away from the Evil King! Still, the Evil King had to admit the truth, and was furious about it, but could not tell anyone. The Evil King felt humiliated that someone or something had taken his hunting dogs while he was there. He was very angry, and began to think that someone was living in that forest. He was also scared that whatever had taken his dogs could hurt or kill him! He ordered that forest to be cut down, so that anyone hiding there could be caught. But the young boy and the educated man were living in a cave on the mountain, safely. Furthermore, they stole some of the chopped wood. Now they had firewood and could keep warm on freezing nights.

The educated man continued to teach the boy Holy Scripture. The Angel taught the young boy how to share his body heat with people far away. Now, while sitting by the fire, the young boy could transmit the heat to people living in the castle, such as the cold prisoners. Soon, the ghosts of the villagers were becoming happy at what was happening! Some of the prisoners began to live in peace. Still, the boy could not forget about what happened to his family. He went out by himself and cried every day. The Angel began to comfort the young boy. The educated man was lonely but happy after seeing and meeting the angel personally.  After a life of studying Holy Scripture, he suddenly had so much knowledge and experience of the spirit! His faith grew stronger. He began to believe in the Angel, the villagers, and especially the young boy. He started to put more faith and trust in the young boy, especially as he was growing sick and old. Soon he would die. Some days he could not even get up.  He knew that the young boy would be the only person free enough to do something about the Evil King.

The Evil King became more miserable than before. He thought that he could not punish the slaves anymore. He used to rub ice on them before they went to sleep, but the ice melted when it touched their skin, due to the concentration of the educated man and the young boy, working together with the Angel and the ghosts. The Evil King could not tell the difference. He thought that he was freezing the prisoners to death! He thought that the cold prisoners would eventually die. He was very surprised when they didn't! He began to hurt the slaves a lot. Many of them became useless for working. The Evil King kept them around for his personal amusement.

The boy started to pray on the top of the mountain at nighttime, under the directions of the educated man. The two of them called for help. The Angel appeared before them. The educated man began to cry in happiness! Even though he had felt the presence of the Angel for many years, he had never seen it. It was indescribably beautiful. The educated man felt all of his pain dissolve and disappear. He felt as if he could die happy. The young boy was angry! He asked why the Angel was not helping them more! The young boy wanted to kill the Evil King. He asked the Angel for help. From that day on, the two of them saw the Angel every day at nighttime, on the mountaintop. The Angel helped them send food to the trapped prisoners at nighttime, to keep them alive. Many of the prisoners were still very unhappy. Some of them even preferred to die than to keep living! They did not want the Evil King to know that someone was helping them! Still, the young boy kept trying to help them. When the Evil King noticed that the prisoners were not starving, he removed their teeth and cut out their tongues.

The Angel led the boy to some wood one day. The young boy asked what this had to do with killing the Evil King. The Angel taught the boy that everything grows into a pattern, just like wood! Wood is very strong in some directions, but very weak in other directions. If you know how to apply force to it, you could easily break it! But if you knew how to construct it, you could make very strong things out of wood. He taught the young boy to look at the lines in the wood. The Angel taught him everything that had happened to the tree while it was growing. The young boy learned to see these things in the patterns of the wood. Soon, he could tell what the pattern of wood was, even inside the tree! He knew exactly what had happened to each tree by looking at it.

One day, the educated man took a stick and gave it to the young boy. He told the young boy to break the stick. The young boy did so, very easily. Then the educated man gave him a bundle of sticks. He told the boy to try to break the bundle. To his suprise, the young boy couldn't break the sticks when they were bundled together! That night, the young boy gathered all the ghosts and prisoners together.  He made them stay together, just like the bundle of sticks. He thought of how wood is strong in some ways, and weak in other ways.

From now on, whenever the Evil King tried to beat the prisoners, he made all the prisoners help each other. He made the strong parts of the prisoners resist the beatings of the Evil King. He hid the weak parts of the prisoners from the Evil King. No matter how much the Evil King used to run around the slaves, hitting them, they all stayed together, and the force of the blows was lessened. No matter from which way the Evil King struck the slaves, the young boy and the educated man instructed the prisoners to turn so that their strong side took the force of the blow.

Soon, the Evil Kings beatings became ineffectual. The prisoners were very happy, but could not smile. If they smiled, the Evil King would tie them and hang them up for days. He would stuff dirty rags in their mouths so they could not eat. If they laughed, the Evil King would drown them. No one knew what to do. The young boy did not know what to do next. Everytime he tried to help the prisoners, the Evil King's punishments grew worse and worse and worse. No matter what he did, the prisoners still suffered. The young boy wanted to free the prisoners, but as long as the Evil King was alive, they would never be safe. The Evil King would find and follow them, killing as many as he could. Many of the prisoners had lost hope. Everytime they got help from the young boy and the angel, the Evil King hurt them even more! Soon, they began to wish that no one would help them.

The young boy began to despair. As the slaves lost hope, he could no longer reach and help them. This made everyone even more upset.The educated man taught the young boy a final lesson: the more they were upset about what was happening, the less they could do. Only when they were free from hate and desire, could they be free. At the moment the young boy heard these words, he felt his body becoming very light! He started to float. The young boy began to fly through the air, faster than the wind! The educated man was very happy. Now he was satisfied that the young boy could free the slaves. He promised the young boy he would always help him and be with him. Then he died. The young boy laid his corpse on the mountaintop. Now he was alone.

The Evil King and the prisoners noticed that something had changed! Somehow, they felt the educated man die. The Evil King was very happy. He thought that something he did had caused the educated man to die. He did not know the young boy was coming for revenge. The Evil King began to feel proud. Now that he had killed the troublesome man, he would soon surely kill the boy as well. At least, that is what he thought to himself.

The young boy heard everything the Evil King was thinking. He became very angry. He gathered some possessions and began to live more and more near the castle where the Evil King lived. Every night, he would fly into the castle and steal things. At first, the Evil King did not notice. After all, he had many possessions and often broke them. He was sure that he had just misplaced them, or broken them and forgotten. After a long time, the Evil King started to notice more of his favourite possessions were missing. He did not know what was happening, and thought the slaves were stealing and hiding them as revenge for the death of the educated man. The Evil King ran around his castle, every day, outside and inside, looking for his things. He looked in the village, but could not find them.

One night, his annoyance reached it's limit. He gathered many slaves together and tied them up in the village. He tore down the houses around them, and stacked kindling wood. He planned to set fire to them! The young boy flew someplace close by and watched. As the Evil King set fire to the pile of wood, the young boy stayed in shadows, so the Evil King could not see him. The slaves who were to be burned began to whisper, pretending to be afraid. Really, they were trying to cover the sounds of the young boy's breathing. They hoped the young boy would save them. The Evil King grew suspicious. He knew something was happening, but didn't know what. He twitched his ears, hoping to catch a sound of whoever was there. The tied up villagers noticed and began to scream and shout! They did not want the Evil King to notice the young boy! They cried for forgiveness and mercy! The pleaded with the Evil King, distracting him.

The young boy summoned all his strength and energy and blew on the fire that the Evil King was setting. He blew it out! The Evil King was more annoyed than before. Someone was definitely trying to save these prisoners! The Evil King began to run around the wood very fast, setting fire to it at many places. The young boy flew from one side to another, hidden by shadows, and blew it out every time. The Evil King began to laugh! No one could move faster than him! He burned people alive every day! No one could stop him from killing the slaves! The young boy kept blowing out the fires, but the Evil King set the fires so the breath of the young boy made the fires hotter! When the young boy breathed on the fire, it became stronger! The young boy kept blowing air until he ran out of strength. He felt as if he could not blow air anymore. He was tired of keeping up with the Evil King.

The Evil King was an expert at burning people! The Evil King was winning! The young boy was sad. He did not want to watch the villagers die. He started to pray. The Angel came to help him! Many of the villagers were amazed! They could see the Angel too! Some of them started to cry! They felt the burden lift from their hearts! The Evil King thought they were crying about being burned alive. He could not see the Angel. The Angel taught the young boy that his breath was linked to his thoughts. The boy was running out of breath because he could not fix his concentration. The Angel taught the boy to hold his attention. First, the boy thought of the villagers. He inhaled a large breath and blew! Some of the fire went out! Secondly, the boy thought of the Angel, and Holy Scripture. He inhaled an even large breath and blew! More of the fire went out! Still, some fire was left! The boy thought of the educated man with whom he had escaped, and had taught him everything he knew before he died. He inhaled a long breath and blew! The Evil King was knocked back by the force of his breath! The fire went out. The villagers were very happy not to be burned! But they knew the Evil King would try something else. The Evil King was angry and confused. He did not know how the fire had gone out. It was the first time it had happened like this. The Evil King took the slaves back to the castle. The young boy flew to the castle and watched everything. Now that he had been so close to saving them, he did not want to leave their side! From that day on, whenever the Evil King tried to burn the slaves, or pour boiling oil or water on the prisoners, the young boy blew through the window, so that the fire and heat went back on the Evil King instead of the slaves. From then on, the Evil King stopped visiting the kitchens. Some of the servants began to eat there quietly, now that the Evil King was not watching them so much.

The Evil King was very angry. He hated the slaves so much! Before he had been very pleased at making them his prisoners, but now it was becoming difficult to torture them. The Evil King decided to tie up all the prisoners. He hung them upside down. Whenever any of them had to go to the toilet, they made a big mess all over themselves and eachother. When the Evil King was not looking, the young boy used to take some water and clean them. The villagers used to pretend to be afraid and cry out to cover the sounds. Still, the Evil King could see through walls. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch the young boy. He could not even see what was happening clearly! All the Evil King saw was a rushing of wind! Whenever the Evil King ran to catch him, the young boy was long gone. The Evil King began to think that an Angel was punishing him. Secretly, the young boy began to teach the prisoners how to pray! The Angel came and helped them too! Soon, they had powers like the young boy.

One day, the Evil King was especially upset. He felt as if his whole life had been ruined. Nothing he had ever done had brought him happiness. Sometimes he thought he heard the prisoners laughing! He was going crazy! The only laughter he had ever enjoyed was his own. The Evil King was lonely and afraid. He had no one to confide in. One night, the young boy and some of the villagers carried off all of his dogs. When the Evil King woke up, the dogs were all gone! Now he had to hunt by himself. Every day, the Evil King had to get up and go out to get food. There was no one left who could work the fields, and all of his dogs had vanished.

The Evil King hatched a plan to kill every single slave of his. He would move to another place and do the same thing all over again. He would build another castle in a far off land where no one had heard of him. But first, he would destroy all of those villagers who were still remaining. He gathered them up in their cells at the bottom of the castle. He began to destroy the castle with his bare hands! He wanted the castle to fall down on them and kill them all!

The young boy and the villagers planned to fly away as soon as the Evil King left. But as they were about to leave, the Evil King appeared! He knew they were trying to escape! He closed the windows and doors, and threw things at the slaves to stop them from fleeing. He tangled them up in nets and dragged them down. The young boy swiftly evaded all of the nets. He was very good at reading the Evil King's thoughts. Every time the Evil King tried to catch the young boy, the young boy flew, just out of his reach. The Evil King was furious! He tried to jump and catch the young boy! But the thoughts of his desires and fears made him heavy. Then the Evil King had an idea! He began to call out and taunt the young boy, mocking him. He reminded the boy how he had killed his mother and entire family, how the educated man was now dead, and how the Evil King had his way with everyone in the village. He laughed, telling the young boy how much he had enjoyed it, and that he would catch the young boy and do even worse to him! He tried to make the young boy afraid and angry, hoping that the young boy would be weighed down and unable to fly, but the young boy kept reciting Holy scripture. Nothing could distract him!

The Evil King had another idea! He began to throw the slaves at the young boy! The Evil King was very strong and threw them very hard. If the boy did nothing, they would all get hurt! The boy started to get distracted. Then he remembered what the Angel had taught him about fixing his concentration. He used his breath to soften the landings of the thrown slaves. The Evil King was incensed! He grabbed the slaves and started killing them as quickly as he could, in front of the young boy! The young boy straight away began to fall to the ground, he was very afraid for the lives of the villagers. But the Angel caught him, and didn't let him fall into the hands of the Evil King. The boy started to pray to the Angel, asking for a way to kill the Evil King. The Angel reminded him of the power of vision he had obtained!

The boys eyesight became even sharper than ever before!  Just by looking at the Evil King, he started to cut him with his vision! He had to be careful not to cut the slaves by accident, but he was not afraid, after all, he did not want to lose his power and fall to the ground! Instead, he focused all his energy like the Angel had taught him. First, he thought of the villagers. With a single glance, he pierced the Evil King's hands and rendered them useless to harm others! Secondly, he thought of Holy scripture, and the Angel. With a second glance, he severed the legs of the Evil King so that he could not flee from justice, and fate! Thirdly he thought of the educated man who had taught him everything, and given his own food, who had helped him escape and taught him how to pray. With a final glance, that young boy looked on the face of the Evil King, totally unafraid. The head of the Evil King was separated from his shoulders and fell off! Finally, the Evil King's reign of horror and terror was over! All of the villagers were happy and could not believe it! Even though many of them had died and suffered, still they were free at last!

The young boy began to cry.  Even though he had killed the Evil King and freed them, still, he could not undo what had happened to them. The Angel appeared to the villagers, telling them to pray. The Angel told them to think of the young boy who had saved them. All of the villagers concentrated on the young boy, filled with gratitude for what he had done and began to cry in joy. They were filled with an immense light! As they thanked the boy, their wounds were healed. The Angel taught the boy to cry on the bodies of the dead, and they were miraculously brought back to life! The boy wanted to bring the educated man who had helped him escape back to life, but his body was long gone. The Angel told the boy to write down the names of those dead people and cry over it. Even if he did not know their names, he just asked the Angel what he should write and wrote it. The boy used his sharp vision to carve the names of the dead into the rocks of the castle. He cried over it, and the rocks became the bodies of the lost! Even the educated man and the young boy's mother came back to life! Everyone was alive again! All of the ghosts of the dead came back into their bodies, except those that had passed on. The boy was happy. He tore down that castle with his eyes and built a new village with the Angel and the villagers.  He shared all the possessions that had been taken. He made the villagers marry each other too, so everyone had someone to love and no-one was lonely or without a family. Now, no one was poor or rich, or had more than another. Everyone had enough and shared everything. They began to work the fields in happiness, commemorating the lucky escape of the boy and the educated man.

They made the educated man their king, and he taught them scripture and ruled them wisely, making sure the Angel approved of all he did. That village became so wealthy, successful and prosperous, they began to create gifts, and sent them out all over the world! Everyone in the world knew about the wonderful village where there was so much happiness and joy! The people of that village worked together. They put together a lot of food and fed people who were hungry, even if they were not from that village! If anyone asked how they made so much gifts and food that they could give it away, they simply pointed out the Holy scripture, the educated man and the young boy. That was their proof! Soon everyone in the world began to pray. Under the guidance of people from that village, everyone in the world came to see and listen to the Angel.
If anyone couldn't see the Angel, the young boy and the educated man went to talk to them and helped them. Some people were confused, but in the end, they all worked together to straigten out their problems and lived happily ever after.
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THE SCION OF LIGHT
Once upon a time, not very long ago...
When the sky and sea was darkened by the sins of men...
And the earth cried out for mercy from the men who destroyed it...
And all people lived in fear and sorrow...
There was not a trace of joy in the world...
Neither friendship, children, money or health could make anyone happy...
Everyone had closed their eyes, because they could not bear to look...
By closing their eyes, they only saw more darkness...
Whoever opened their eyes, only saw shadows, wherever they looked...
Demons ruled the world, and no one could fight against them...
It was as if people were dead whilst living...
All the people had become slaves and fools...
The people looked forward to death more than living...
Everything was in the control of a few evil people who ruled the world...

In a large city, full of factories and banks, there lived a family, quietly, sadly. Into that family, a youth was born, and his name was Brown. Brown was very clever. When he was born, he started to ask questions to the doctor who delivered him. No one had ever heard a baby speaking before!
Brown was very brave. He was not afraid of anything. Before he could even stand up, he was fighting with demons. He got into a lot of trouble for doing it! The people who ruled the world saw Brown and were very afraid. They wanted Brown to bow down, but he refused. They did not want him to change the world. They wanted to rule the world forever. But Brown did not want that. He wanted to kill the evil people. The evil people were very afraid. They tried to kill Brown while he was a baby, but they failed.
When he was growing up, he saw many people crying. He resolved in his heart to end suffering, once and for all. Brown was very loud! He used to speak loudly, telling people not to be afraid, and that one day, the evil people would be gone. The people who ruled the world didn't like this, and they caused lots of trouble for his family. Brown was very sad. He didn't want his family to get hurt because of him. No matter what he did, he couldn't save them from getting into trouble. Still, Brown kept talking, for everyone to hear.

Young Brown grew up, healthy and proud. Even though he nearly died many times, no one could kill or harm him. Each time, he escaped narrowly.  Brown was very smart. He knew when someone was trying to kill him. Brown was really nice too! Everyone he talked to became his friend, even those that tried to hurt him! Still, people tried to hurt him every day. They wanted to see for themselves, this boy who couldn't be killed. The evil people who ruled the world couldn't do a thing about Brown! Every day they grew to hate him, more and more.

On the day he became a man, he left home, and gave up all his possessions. His mother begged him not to go. Brown was the best thing in her life. She did not want him to leave. Still, Brown could not stay in a world of unhappiness. He kissed and hugged her, told her he loved her, and would be back soon. He donated everything he owned to needy people. He gave all his things away, and left all his personal effects to his brother. His father gave him the family sword, to keep him safe on his journey. They hugged, and Brown set off to rid the world of evil.
On the first night away from home, Brown slept in a ditch. He had a dream. In the dream, he saw many angels. They told him that the world needed to be saved, and that he would be the one to do it. When Brown woke up, he was very tired, but he had to get up. The world needed to be saved, after all! Brown went to the market and sold his shoes and hat for money. Then he took the money and bought some food. He gave the food to some homeless people he saw in the city. Some people looked at Brown as if he was crazy. They had never seen a person walking around without shoes before! Still, Brown smiled and continued walking. Eventually his feet grew very tough, and he learnt to enjoy the feeling of raindrops on his head.
One day, as he was walking along the road, he saw a white mirror, laying on the floor. He picked it up and looked into it. To his surprise, the person he saw in the reflection wasn't him! The person in the reflection looked like Brown, but his face was twisted with evil. When he saw Brown, he began to smile. The person in the mirror jumped out from the glass! Brown clutched his sword. The person in the reflection was much bigger than Brown, and he also had a sword. Brown did not need to wonder where this person had come from: He knew that the mirror was the work of evil people. The person from the mirror was very angry looking. He began to threaten Brown, saying he would kill Brown and his family. Still, Brown was not afraid. He looked deep into the eyes of this person.  Brown wanted to save the world from suffering. He was determined to kill this evil reflection. When the evil reflection saw the fierce and determined look in Brown's eyes, he grew very scared! The evil reflection did not want to die, so he ran away. Still, Brown knew that as long as they were both alive, they would fight some day.

Brown continued walking along from that place. On the road he met a man dressed in scarlet clothes. This person was sitting on a fence, and looked very sure of himself. He called out to Brown, telling him to come closer. Brown looked at this person dressed in red. He was very large, and looked as if he could pick up a horse! Brown was not a fool. He told that person to come down from the fence first, before they started talking. The person on the fence grew angry! He was not used to people talking like this! He told Brown to come to him, or he would get down from the fence and kill him. Brown drew his sword. If that man wanted a fight, Brown would give him one. The man on the fence jumped down. He was very angry! No one had ever pointed a sword at him before! When he hit the floor, the ground started shaking! Still, Brown did not let go of his sword, or turn away. The man dressed in red looked at Brown's sword. It looked very sharp! The man dressed in red did not want to be killed by Brown's sword. He decided to leave. With one jump the man dressed in red leaped over the fence and ran away. Brown knew that he would come back for revenge one day.

Still, Brown continued on his path. Eventually he came to large castle, the stones of which were green. He sensed a demon living there, so he entered, hoping to slay it. The inside of the castle was green as well, carpets, doors, even the candles were green! At the centre of the castle he met the lord of the castle, a man, dressed in... green! Brown was not surprised. He knew that man was evil. The man dressed in green spoke in a very sweet and pleasant voice. First, he complimented Brown for having come so far. He praised Brown's heroism and courage. Brown simply replied that he hadn't done anything yet. The man dressed in green offered to let Brown sleep in the castle. He told Brown he would take care of him, let him take a bath, and even give him new clothes! The person in green started to talk about Brown's sword. He asked Brown to show the sword to him, for a closer look. Brown did not trust this man. He knew that it was a trick. Brown told the man, if he wanted to have a closer look at Brown's sword, he would have to show Brown the rest of his castle. The man in green was surprised! He did not want Brown to look inside the rest of the castle. He told Brown that there was nothing there, the castle was being repaired, and that the other rooms were not ready yet. Brown did not believe him. He wanted to see for himself. The man in green started to make lots of excuses. He was very good at talking! Brown started to grow impatient. He drew his sword. He knew there was a demon, and was determined to kill it. The man in green clapped his hands: some servants appeared! The man in green ordered his servants to capture Brown and take his sword. He wanted the sword for himself! Brown became angry. He killed those servants when they tried to hurt him. The man in green was afraid. He started to scream and shout. Hundreds of servants came to see what was happening! Brown could not kill them all, so he started to run through the castle. He opened doors and hid inside the rooms. When the servants found him, he killed them, and ran to hide in another room. He ran in every room in the castle! The servants could not catch him. Brown ended up killing them all. Now, there was only one door he hadn't opened, it was the door to the basement. Brown went into the basement, holding his sword ready. In the basement he saw a green light. Underneath was a person chained there by green chains! Brown heard a sound behind him. He turned around. It was the lord of the castle! He was very angry. He did not like that Brown had killed all of his servants. Even more than that, he did not like that Brown had gone into the basement! Brown was more angry than him however. He did not like slavery, or imprisonment. Brown struck down the lord of the castle with his sword and set the person who was chained free. The person who was chained began to cry and hug Brown. He had been there for a long time! Brown comforted him, and together they took some food and left that castle.

Brown continued on the road. This time he saw a mirror made of clear crystal. Brown did not want to pick it up and look in it. He had already met enough enemies. Still, he wanted to kill every single demon and destroy the evil people, so he looked inside it. Inside was a reflection of Brown, but it definitely wasn't Brown! The person inside looked crazy, and very happy. Brown frowned. Brown had always been very miserable with the world. This person smiling in the mirror looked very wrong! Brown did not see that there was any cause to smile. The person in the mirror jumped out! He was a little taller than Brown, with long limbs and a muscular body. The person from the mirror asked Brown who he was and what he was doing. Brown replied that he was just a poor person on a journey to save the world. The person from the mirror asked how he would do that. After all, many people had already tried to save the world, and failed! Brown drew his sword. He had already killed many foes with it, and he would kill many more. The person from the mirror began to laugh! He was sure that Brown was joking! Brown was upset. He did not like being laughed at, by his own reflection, no less! Brown did not like how happy this person was. Brown was sure that this person was enjoying the suffering of the world! Brown scowled and swung his sword at the reflection. The reflection laughed and disappeared. Before he left, he mocked Brown for trying to hurt him.
Brown was down-hearted, but he continued on anyway. As he walked on, he saw a woman dressed in yellow, praying on the road. Brown asked the woman what she was praying for. The woman replied she was praying for world peace. Brown did not agree with the woman. Nothing would change in the world until someone fought back against evil. The woman smiled and said that all prayers are accepted by God. Hearing this, Brown fell on his knees and prayed for victory against the demons and evil rulers of the world. The woman dressed in yellow laughed! She told Brown that peace was the only way to remove suffering. Brown rose to his feet. He did not want to pray next to this woman. He wanted to kill the evil people. Brown had met many of the evil people himself. He was sure that they would never come to peace, or give up. The woman told Brown to pray with her, and together, they would pray for peace to come to the evil people. Brown did not agree, and told her so. He did not wish for peace for his enemies. He wanted revenge. He told the woman how he had seen his family suffering, and innocent people harmed. He thought it was unfair that the evil people should go free. Brown wanted to punish them. The woman in yellow became angry. She started to tell Brown off.  She told Brown that fighting only leads to fighting, violence to violence, oppression to oppression. Brown was confused. He had seen evil people fighting with the world, but no one in the world had ever fought with evil people. He saw evil people committing violence against others, but the evil people did not suffer violence at all! Brown agreed with the woman. By hurting others, the evil people would eventually get hurt back. Brown took his sword out and held it. He wondered how much he was capable of. The woman in yellow saw the naked sword and became scared and started to run away.  Brown called out after her. He did not want her to leave. She had been the only person he had met so far who hadn't tried to kill him. Brown was sad. He felt as if their conversation was useful. He wanted to continue speaking to her.
Brown walked along the road sadly. He had scared off the woman in yellow. All of a sudden, his vision turned dark! He couldn't see anything! Brown was afraid! He had never met an enemy he couldn't see before! He heard a voice speaking to him. The speaker seemed very old, and wise. The voice told him to find the woman dressed in yellow, and to finish what he had started. The voice told him which direction to look, and then left, and Brown's vision returned. Brown did not feel happy. First he had met all manner of evil people, then his vision had gone! He was worried what would happen if his vision turned dark while his enemies were nearby.
He went to look for the woman dressed in yellow. Eventually, he found her praying in a field. She had her back to him and did not notice him standing there. Brown was about to say something, like hello, or sorry, but all of a sudden noticed something! The woman in yellow was praying, but she was praying for evil people to be happy! She was not praying for innocent people at all! Brown was very angry. He did not like that she was praying for evil people while innocent people were suffering. He took his sword and cut off her head while she was praying. When she died, an enormous demon flew out of her body and left. Brown felt sad that this person turned out to be evil. Still, he continued on the path.
Brown was walking along when all of a sudden, he saw a castle! It was built from orange bricks. Brown started to walk to it, when a person appeared before him! This person was dressed in grey, and when he started speaking, Brown recognised his voice! It was the voice that had told him to find the woman in yellow! Now Brown understood what he had meant by telling him to finish what he started. Brown fell to his knees and bowed before the man dressed in grey. The man dressed in grey warned Brown not to go into the castle. Then he disappeared. Brown was confused. He still wanted to go into the castle. After all, if there was someone inside who needed saving, Brown wanted to rescue them! And if there was a demon or evil person within, they would need to be kiled! Brown ignored the instruction of the man in grey; Brown could not ignore his own heart.
As soon as Brown entered the castle, the door snapped shut behind him, locked! Brown started to regret his decision, but continued deeper into the castle. Everything in the castle was orange. Tables, chairs, cabinets, even the lights! Brown wondered what kind of person was the lord of this castle. Brown noticed a lot of weapons and traps. Whoever lived here probably did not like people very much. Eventually, Brown entered the throne room. There, a person was sitting, all alone, wearing an orange loincloth and an orange crown. This person had an evil, mirthless grin, and was clutching a mace. Brown was a little scared. He had never seen someone so evil-looking. All of a sudden, the doors snapped shut behind him, locked! Then, heavy rocks fells from the ceiling, it was a trap! Brown could not move fast enough, he was sure he would die.
All of a sudden his vision went dark. He heard the voice of the man dressed in grey. Brown was sad. He did not want to die. He wanted to kill the evil people. The voice explained that as long as he wanted revenge, Brown could not escape the castle. Brown thought about this. He decided that vengeance was not worth it. Brown just wanted to save the innocent people. He thought about the woman dressed in yellow. He hadn't hated her, but he had to kill her to stop the evil people. Suddenly, Brown's vision came back! He jumped out of the way of the rocks!
Except... the rocks hadn't fallen on Brown, but on the lord of the castle. Brown heard the voice again.  It explained that when we hate people, our hatred only goes back on us. Just like the rocks fell on the lord of the castle, and not on Brown, because Brown was free of hatred. Brown left the castle happily. His heart felt freer from no longer hating, and he felt safer to have the advice and protection of the man in grey.
Brown continued on the road, for the first time in his journey, he felt joy. That joy soon left him when he came across a mirror in the road. This one was black, and cracked. Brown did not want to look inside, but knew he could not save the world without doing so. He picked it up and dutifuly looked at the reflection. This one looked nothing like Brown at all! It had his face, but none of his light! It was surrounded by shadows. Brown began to dread what would happen when the figure stepped out. Brown put the mirror on the ground and took a few steps back. Brown heard laughing behind him. It was the man in red! Brown drew his sword. He did not like the situation. The man in red laughed at Brown. He also had a weapon, a heavy club. When the man in red walked, the ground shook. The man in red gestured threateningly at Brown with his weapon. Brown thought this was unfair. Brown called the man in red a coward. Again, the man in red laughed. This time, he promised to duel Brown, before leaving. Brown was relieved. For now he wouldn't have to fight the man in red. he turned his attention back to the mirror.
Without making a sound, the dark reflection had already come out. Next to him was standing the reflection from the first and second mirror too! The three of them stood facing Brown. They were all taller and stronger than Brown. Brown held his sword tightly. He did not know how to kill them. Brown grimaced. He did not like the way things were turning out. Three on one was not very fair. Still, Brown knew there must be something within him that wasn't in any reflection. Even if the reflections looked just like him, they were not like him at all! The first reflection had promised to kill Brown. The second reflection had laughed at Brown and his mission to save the world. The third reflection had not spoken, but was covered and filled with dark shadows. Brown did not know how he was supposed to defeat them with just a sword.
Then he heard the voice of the man dressed in grey. Brown had an idea! Brown destroyed the mirror with his sword! He thought that the reflection would disappear. But the three mirror images remained. They looked a little smaller, but just as strong. Brown wondered what effect destroying the mirror had had. Brown moved back. The reflections stayed still. They seemed to be looking for Brown. Brown thought back to when his vision had gone dark. Maybe the same thing had happened to his reflections? Sure enough, they couldn't see Brown any longer! Removing the mirror had removed their sight and connection to Brown. Brown took his sword and killed the three of them in one stroke. He thanked the man in grey for his help and walked on.
Soon enough, he came to the rude man dressed in red. He had been waiting for Brown. The man in red was sitting on the floor. When he rose to his feet, the ground trembled. Brown was hesitant. He did not know whether to rush in or ask for advice. Brown heard a sound behind him, it was an enormous man dressed in blue! He was twice the height of Brown and had large fists that looked like they could smash rocks!
Brown did not know how to fight the both of them at once, but did not have to wonder for long, because the man dressed in grey appeared to him. They stood back to back with eachother and fought against the man in red and the man in blue. Brown fought with the man in red: he wanted revenge for how rude he had been when they had first met. The man in grey stopped each blow from the man in blue with his bare hands. Size meant nothing to him. Brown was getting tired. He could not find the right opportunity to kill the man in red.  He and the man dressed in grey traded places. Brown was sure he could not fight against the enormous man. He was sure he would be sent flying from just one blow of his boulder-like fists. But still, as long as the man in grey was there, Brown would try. To his surprise, Brown could stop the blows of the man in blue! Brown swung his sword and cut off the hands of the man in blue. Now he was helpless. Brown cut off his head too, for good measure. Then he turned to the man in red. The man in grey was lying dead on the floor. Brown felt anger surge within him, and smote the man in red, cleaving him in half with a single blow. Brown knelt over the body of the man in grey. He saw the ghost, lingering in the dead mans eyes. The spirit of the man in grey seemed happy. It made Brown promise never to fall into hatred, or else Brown would fail. Brown agreed and laid the body to rest. With a sparkle, the soul of the man in grey arose to the heavens to watch over Brown.
Brown walked onto the next destination, alone and bitter. It was a castle of purple bricks. Brown entered. To his surprise, in each room, he saw the ghost of the people he had killed, all of them! Brown was afraid. He did not want to fight them all at once, but thankfully, they did not all rush to attack him at once. Brown wondered what this meant, and who the lord of this castle was. Brown kept looking through the castle. There were the ghosts of each foe, seemingly waiting for him but not moving. Finally, Brown entered the basement. He saw the reason for the castle. The lord of the castle, a man dressed in purple, was sitting on a throne, while before him were all the ghosts of the innocent victims who had died, including the man dressed in grey. Brown felt conflicted. He did not understand why all the ghosts were here. The lord of the castle explained they were here under his command, to fight and conquer Brown. Brown did not like this. He was about to kill the man dressed in purple, when all of the ghosts attacked Brown at once! Brown fought with them hard, but he did not have the heart to battle the ghost of the man dressed in grey. He ran from the basement, and saw all the foes he had killed, waiting for him! The man in red who had sat on the fence, the enormous man in blue. The lords of the green castle and the orange castle, and all the servants he had slain. The three reflections that had come from the mirrors. The woman in yellow who had been praying for evil people to be happy. Brown started to fight crazily! He was sure he would die now. He fought twice as hard as he had ever fought, but it was in vain. Each time the ghost of the man in grey approached, Brown was forced to give up his position. Eventually Brown realised: He could not fight his friends the same way he fought his enemies. It was easy to fight his enemies, but difficult to fight his friends. Brown closed his eyes. Before striking them down, Brown treated each ghost the same, and vanquished each one. After having purified and sent each ghost to heaven, the man in purple approached Brown, kneeling down, and offered his head. Brown closed his eyes, and treated his enemy with dignity: he severed the head of the lord of the castle with respect, even as he respected the man in grey. Brown left that castle immediately.
As he was leaving, he saw a silver ghost. It spoke to him, taunting him. It told him that one day he would be a ghost too, and that he would die without getting revenge. After all, there are so many evil people in the world, and Brown was but one man. The ghost promised that all beings would end up as ghosts too.
Then, a golden ghost appeared as well. It called to him, alluringly. It told him to forget his mission for justice, and go home. There he would be respected and loved for his deeds, and could marry a beautiful wife and have many children in happiness and safety, if only he forget his mission and go home.
For a long time, Brown was caught in the embrace of those two ghosts. He pondered his mortality. He dreamed of raising a family. He stood there, indifferent to the world.
He heard a faint sound at his ears. It sounded like... glass breaking? No, like rocks falling! Then again, it sounded more like a voice... a praying voice... a voice giving advice... a voice crying out... in suffering and pain... Tears began to flow from Brown's eyes, and he awoke. He could never rest while suffering existed in the world. He would never allow the innocent to suffer, if he could help it. He vanquished the ghosts with a single word: “Never” and continued on his way.
Now he came to a large city, surrounded by a huge black gate. He forced it open with his sword and entered there. In that place he saw innumerable evil people and demons. Pain and suffering abounded and overflowed in each place he looked. Here was the cause of the world's suffering. He took his sword and put each guilty person to death. With his prayers he purified every single demon. Eventually, he destroyed the dark city entirely. He set off to return home.
On his way, he saw a lake, beautiful and pristine. It shone and shimmered with the light of the sun and the moon. Brown sat down on the edge of the lake, weary and tired. His tears flowed into the lake, swallowed up into it's depths. He lay down in the water. The water carried him, he floated on it for a while. And for a while, there was peace. Tears were streaming from his face, but now they were one with the lake. The sun and moon beat down on him as he lay in the perfect, cool stilness of the lake. The water buoyed him, up and down in tune with the undulating waves of water. He felt his soul leave his body, and ascend to the heavens.
There he saw the world he left behind. In heaven, he met the ghost of the man in grey, his face free of all pain and suffering. He saw the faces of the victims, each redeemed and restored. He saw the fates of those he had sent to hell, labouring hard to mend the world they had once destroyed. He saw the world, and those that live in it, struggling to repair, rebuild and recreate the world they had thought lost.
He contemplated for a while in God's lap. Then he opened his eyes. In his eyes was light, and the world was filled with light from his eyes. Then he opened his heart. In his heart was light, and the people of the world were filled with light from his heart. Then he opened his mouth. In his mouth was light, and all of heaven and hell were filled with light from his mouth. He reflected on this, seeing his former friends and foes alike. Finally he was happy, and the world was at peace. He merged his spirit with the great flowing river of heaven. He was no longer Brown, nor could be called by any name, colour or form. Now he was simply one with the light.
Forever and ever.
THE END

Note: this work is unfinished, needs to be formatted and I intend to re-write it properly and flesh out many aspects. It is not a final work.
Love of mine,
Love of mine
Oh, this love of mine
Without you I'm not fine
Avoid sleep and dream for days at time
I can't stand the darkness between you and me
All I want is to see you free, freely
My blood goes Ice, my body Steely
I can't leave and I can't depart
I'm spinning hot sparks
that can't find their mark since you're not here
my stirring kisses belong on your face
but they're lost sparks like lightning lighting up empty space
my sultry kiss turned to steam without trace
without your face on which to place
like poem without page
and a song going unsung
I love you more than words
My ear loves your tongue
I belong with you
Forever, My darling meet
You are my sweet
and I'm your Balihar
sadaa raho Har naale mera pyar
I am yours x
No Buddhas Are High Or Low

And I'm In Love With You



We'll Be Fine If We're Together, Cus Love Is All You Need

And I Have What I Need, If I Have You

But How Could These Words Say How Much I Love You

If I'm Not Lost In Your Eyes My Life Means Nothing

And I'm Nothing Without You


You're My Inspiration You're My Muse

I'd Do Everything For You

You Know I'd Do Anything For You

Do You Want It Like I Do?

Just Hold Me Like You Do

And I Will Hold You Too

Nothing Is Too Good For You

The Only Thing I Want Is You

I'd Do Anything For You

xoxoxo xoxox oxoxo
oxoxox oxoxo xoxox

xoxoxo xoxox oxoxo

The Look That's In Your Eyes

Divine Light Will Softly Shine

I Come Alive At Night

When I Hold My Pillow Tight

And Whisper Your Name Till It's Light Outside

And The Blue Sky Ain't So Blue Without You In My Bed

Looking Up At The Ceiling And Dreaming Of The Stars Instead

I Hold Your Arm And Lean In To Your Chest

You Kiss Me, Love, And I Say You're The Best

No-One Else Will Have Me, Only You

I'd Sit With You Forever

If I Wait For The Right Time

I Know That I'll Be Yours

And I Want It To Be The Case

That You're Mine Too

You Are Me & I Am You

I Am Who I Am It's True

I Can't Be Who I Am Without You

You're All That Keeps Me True

I'm Lucky I Have You

So My Soul Could Be With Yours

I Adore You More & More

Every Day I Will Be Yours, Until The End Of Time

We Can Be Together Forever

And I Love You

You're My Special Kind Of Muse

Unique & Only You

Can Love Me Like You Do

You're My Lover & My Best Friend

I'll Love You Till The End Of All Things

And Kiss You In The Shadow Of Eternity

You're All That's Real And True

You Make Me Feel

All Shiny & New
I never say hello or bye,

where did our time go?

I wondered if you thought of me,

but it's best i shouldn't know,

such thoughts lead me downwards,

to where my warm bed is waiting,

I knew a love could conquer all,

if I could conquer hesitating,

too many times I lay there,

wishing for a dream of you,

but too many times I heard your voice,

saying just a dream won't do,



now i'm hungry for your flesh,

and my blood is pouring out,

the song starts in my toes,

and it's spilling out my mouth,

I waited for you so long,

just a few more years will do,

all the plans and hopes we had,

all of them will come true,



soon i'm right beside you,

a few more years to kill,

both desires and my lonely hopes,

which separated keep us ill,

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