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A Story Told In Crow's Point Of View..., Filled with a horrible war...| Black-heart's |
 Posted: Nov 4 2008, 03:27 PM
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 I'll Never Forget. And I Will Never Forgive! The Crow.  Group: Members Posts: 136 Member No.: 88 Joined: 27-April 07  |
Now perhaps we where wonder who Crow was...or who he truly ever was...
well I suppose...I wonder that aswell...I've always wonder Who I was... where I came from....I never speak of my past.... perhaps....I was just afraid...Afraid of letting other's...deep in to my heart.. deep in to my being...well...that changes today.... Let me tell you of my past...of my heart... of myself... My name is Crow...I don't know how I got this name... I only remember pieces and parts...but...I mostly lock everything down.. and throw away the keys.....but just this once...I'll let a stranger peer inside... It was the war with Cemria.... oh how long it had been....a war... it had been on going for the last 15 years of my life... I wasn't who I'm now...I was a human... a young foolish soilder...following orders...never questioning my commander... until that day...the day...the sarcfised a girl in front of my eyes... I yelled for them to stop! stop at what they where doing... but they didn't... they killed her....spear and lance....it was furstating!it was so hard to just stand by and watch! then our commander....speaks of such foul people....foul monsters....people who can change shape...in to dragons and unicorns...Me..? I stood by and watched....rage boiled under my skin, how dare my commander...and my team watch and join in...I use to hold them in high regard... but after that moment...everything changed...changed for me...for us... soon the war with Cemria....got worst and worst...they set fire to our homes... killed out friends.....our brothers in arms...Our queen was powerless...to stop this from happening... so she fled....fled her home...and left her army to die....sure gladly I would give my life for my queen and country! but...after that accident....I couldn't carry arms anymore...not for anyones army... so traveling I did....thought I didn't leave the war with out it's memoirs haunting my every waking moment... it wasn't pleasant....no It wasn't I would wake up sweating... sweat would soak my bed sheets...my clothing... and I would sit up panting, hearing the dying goans of my brothers... and I lay there surrounded by them all... all of the dead....and yet I survived...but I pay a heavy price.... taking mirror from the beside table....I looked at the bandages that covered my war scar... it was glories in it's own right... it showed I had the will to survive... but I would never regain my sight...in that side again....how could I? it was impossible...it was a miracle i survived.....how do you think it felt...? to have an arrow plunged in to your eye, and then ripped out but the enemy ripped it out....it was painful...I've never howled so much in pain...the blood was then smeared in to my other eye.... blinding me in war... how could any good soilder be able to work without being able to see?...I was then throw half war across the land...by a battle orc... lucky I wasn't squished or trampled...but the blood stung...stung at my eye... all I could do was lay lifeless on a battle field.... I began to black out at this point...mostly because of blood lost..but when I awoke... we had won the war.... I didn't know how it was possible but we had....we had lost so many lives in that war.... our city...our homes...where in ruins....we'd have to rebuild everything from scathes... and this is how everything started...and then hours at night I would spend....crying...crying...at how weak and patchiest I was... Soon a soilder I couldn't be...I became a thife...to live..to survive... everything I took and used....helped me live...another day...but then I met her... a peseta girl... and she changed my views...I began to protected her from everything...and all the totiares soilders... who would walk around the place, like they owned it...but that was just the start... the start of our destiny together....we began to travel.....together...I always protected her...the best I could.. but she wasn't completly defenses, she used her light magic to blast her enemy apart! it was truly a blessing to watch... During the way...I don't know why...I don't know how...but I began to fall in love with her...and she with me... somehow...she became pregnant...with my son... he was the most lovest thing I had ever seen... his hair matching mine.. black as the night... it wasn't spiky yet...but it would be soon....but we had to contain on...and we left our son behind...at the chruch... that was heart ranching... but once we arrived...I knew we had made the right move....a battle field was not a welcoming place for a child! Being a famers child...I never really saw anything exudation until I joined on as a Cemria soilder... my older brothers, and my childhood friend...where in the army....I didn't want to waste my life,sowing seeds, and watching boring old crops grow...but by this time now...I was in my late 20's, finally as battle started, and everyone was fighting, I got sperated from Rosie...but as well went on....Rosie had already made her way inside the castle....I followed suit with my childhood friend, Max, but when we arrived...it was too late...Rosie was dead...she had done the galvies prey...summoning the mad Morrigan, then god of death, and choas.....as Morrigan screamed his dark song across the world...turning everyone...bar myself into stone,"Human.....Come to me...and I shall rant thee.....immorality..." and with that Morrigan thrust out his open hand, I looked around, blood rolled down my face, my eye patch had been throw off by the powerful winds... blood was gushing down my face like a waterfall...or a dam exploding... I had an opotion....life or death....slowly my hand reached out for his...and when my hands grad his... disappeared leaving a scurry of feathers everywhere...and my people in stone...I was sure other's survived....in my heart... my son had survived...but how could he live.....live in a world...a world...where no one was alive...where time it self had stopped...where everything was left suspended.... as it was... My body felt like it was being torn apart...a bellows roar erupted from me... and my body....transformed...in to a lion....even Morrigan had taken form... but his claw nails dug in to my small paw, being transform in to a cub, where my bones where racked and broken, and shaped in to this painful shape, Morrigan in his dark magic, shaped as a large crow, slowly became sealed within my leg.... though form time to time, his powers erupted from my leg.... I was alone....with no where to go....I didn't know where I was... but when I slightly awoke...I could hear female voices talking...still thing I was a human... I bond to my feet...trying to do a back flip...but I failed miserable.... and I end up rolling down a hill, and landing in a sandy ditch...hearing laughter, I hoped my eye, to see two elder lioness...and a younger one... I frowned, what where these creatures...I felt like such a stranger to these lands.. These lioness..as I soon found out, taught me about live, how to hunt...how to survive...in my cub form... but one night during a rainstorm...in my teenager years...Morrigans power over powered me... and I killed everyone in the cave... but as I was about to kill the elder male of the pride, he spat a name at me, he called me a monster....a demon of the crows.....who could never be trusted... never love..and never give love back....I then killed the old man.... still under Morrigans powers..I wandered in to the night...never to be seen again. the city, the city is haunted walk with us the city, the city is haunted, by ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes) because this city, this city is haunted. theres no hope. (hope) left for these souls (souls) This post has been edited by Black-heart's on Nov 4 2008, 03:29 PM -------------------- Lions
Crow - 'If I ever forget....I'll never forgive.' Morrigan -' Don't Waste Your Time...Time Is Precious..' Others Whisper - Down't.... sawy goodbywe... |
   
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