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Titanic Diary

2008-07-15T08:16:10Z

The night air is chilly, the bench beneath me hard and unforgiving but I don't mind the physical pain helps me to forget the ache in my heart. As I gaze up at the starry sky my hazel eyes fill with tears blurring the sight, a small sigh escapes my lips and is visible in the frigid air. A soft breeze blow across the deck causing a few loose pieces of my dark ebony hair to dance about my face. Another sigh escapes me and hangs in the air above my face as I think back on what happened earlier tonight. Why, no /how/ could he do that to me? Another tear slips out and trickles down my pale cheek as I remember. I thought we were family, I'm his /sister/. How could he choose her over me? He's only known her since we boarded this bloody ship, yet he acts as if they've been married for ages the way he dotes on her and puts her first.

A shiver runs up my spine as a stronger breeze blows across the deck, more of my hair is freed to dance about my face. When another breeze blow across my exposed arms I decide to go grab my jacket from my room, I should have brought it with me to begin with but I was just so angry that I stormed off without it. The gown I have on is appropriate for the dinner party I attended earlier tonight, but not for lazing about on the ships deck. I slowly sit up and stretch my arms over my head, as I stretch I hear a few pops from my spine. Just as I get to my feet the ship lurches and I fall to the deck. Wincing as my elbow hits the icy deck I stand up again, trembling I head towards the starboard deck to get back to my room.�

As I get closer to the set of double doors that will lead me down to the rooms I share with my brother I notice that there are chunks of ice of all sizes littering the deck near the railing. There are some men over there too, kicking some of the larger pieces of ice as if they were footballs. Immediately I look about for someone that is a part of the crew, my brother says that I'm not to talk to strangers on the ship but if I have a question to find someone that is part of the crew for help. I refuse to ask the men kicking the ice around about what happened, even with out the rule about no speaking to strangers I wouldn't ask them. I'm only twelve years old, I'm not stupid enough to try and get my self injured or kidnapped.�

Another shiver runs up my spine as I notice the large iceberg we are floating past. I look from it to the ice on the deck and back again, suddenly something clicks in my head. Something is terribly wrong and there is nothing anyone can do to stop what is going to happen.

My name is S�ofra (SHEE fra) O'Connell and this is my story.

DarkAngel

2008-07-12T01:43:31Z

Legend of the DarkAngel

Solanthus was a city of commerce, always thriving from merchants worldwide. It was greatly known for two things � the finest weapons of steel crafted by Silwyn and Solanthus� most prized jewel, Princess Valis. Everyday, Silwyn forged weapons of finest work, mining silver in the evening, forging them by dusk. This was how Solanthus thrived. This was how Silwyn had won the heart of the princess. Every night, Valis would receive a rose or a token from him, and by morning, she would see him from her own tower, selling his craftsmanship.

As usual, merchants bustled on the streets, amassing the cacophonous market, as if it were a festival. They�d pass by his shop, occasionally pausing from the traffic to take a look or glance at young Silwyn�s finest work. All but one � Lady Valis. It had aroused his avidity, her whereabouts. It was long before he decided to go in search for her when one of her maidservants had found him.

�She has disappeared!� She exclaimed, pulling his arm back, tugging his sleeve, as Silwyn was about to leave his shop to search. Her startled exclamation stopped him in his tracks, forcing him to turn back to her abruptly.

�Who has taken her, girl?� Silwyn asked hurriedly, fear increasing, bearing weight upon his limbs.

�The DarkAngel has taken his last wife. It is Valis, Silwyn. You must hurry!� She returned, shaking her head to emphasize the danger of the situation. Hindering the new buyers that now arrived in his shop, Silwyn grabbed the closest sword his own hands could claim, dismissing the maidservant. Saddling up his horse, he mounted it and rode hard toward the city�s gates, heading to the dwelling place in which the hermits though the DarkAngel resided, praying that he still had his chance.

The DarkAngel�s castle was fixed upon a secluded area, where North faced Solanthus, where South faced the Forests of Wayreth, where East laid the sea, where West dissipated of the desert. It was grand and gothic like, its architecture like those of the Roman cathedrals, its castle built by one of the famed artists during the Enlightenment Era.

Silwyn mounted down from his horse, just as it were about to stop before the castle�s wooden entrance. He beckoned it to leave, the horse leaving with an exuberant trot, glad to be rid of the place, despite it had only arrived. Sheathing out his sword, Silwyn brushed his sweaty hands on his brown leather breeches, his forest green vest which covered his bare chest causing him to perspire along with his own fear. He gave the huge wooden doors a gentle push. Its hinges responded slowly, creaking against old wood to heed his command. It finally opened, bidding Silwyn to enter at his own risk, ceasing its odd and eerie creaks. With a brief nod of acknowledgment and zeal, the blacksmith entered, his sword raised, his steps silent and mute against the
stone floor.

The DarkAngel sat upon his throne that ensconced itself in grand hall. Skin deathly pale, eyes the color of obsidian, hair the color of the Abyss, robes of finest midnight silk with wings of velvet black, the figure pondered and mused, his fingers
twirling the ten fangs that were held by a leather thong.

He had done his deed, his quest. He had found his last wife, the Princess of Solanthus. Now, he had just one other problem to deal with. His mind, theoretically prophesized by his Creator, should be free, along with his body, of his own horrid wings. With the souls of ten wives, his curse, which was to safeguard this forsaken castle, was to be lifted. Thus, he would proceed
on with his life, living to the end of it with his own version of bliss.

He knew Silwyn was coming for him. In honesty, the DarkAngel was content with his arrival. Perhaps, if the man had killed him, Death may be his other way of freedom. The weight from the sorrows of the many souls burdened him, up to the point his back was now usually bent, his shoulders slouched
and a little caved in. Yes, that would be my plan, he thought.

Silwyn found himself inside the grand hall, seeing it was the first chamber he had come across that was unlocked and opened. He stepped inside, not expecting anyone due to its silence. He jumped back slightly; sword
raised threateningly, his eyes upon the Dark Angel.

�Where is Princess Valis?� Silwyn managed to speak, despite
the horrifying look in which DarkAngel portrayed himself to the human eyes.

�She no longer is her own. Her soul dwells here,� The angel spoke, his voice blunt, �And you will need to fight for her freedom.� He slid from his throne, magically wielding a sword that had appeared in mid air, in
hope that it may intimidate the human blacksmith.

Immediately, Silwyn charged toward the angel. The angel parried his useless blow with ease, sneering at a failed attempt. This continued on, the two circling each other like hawks, their blows feinted and blocked. Occasionally, the angel was able to place a slight cut upon Silwyn�s sword
arm, forcing the human to wince slightly at the poignant touch.

�Why do you need her so much?� Silwyn asked as they crossed
swords again.

�To be rid of my curse. But it seems that it is doing damage to my own body,� remarked the angel as he forced his sword free from the struggle, bidding the human to come forth yet again. His talking had got him off guard, thus allowing Silwyn to plunge a blow into his abdomen. He shrieked,
falling upon the floor, his sword clashing against the stone.

�You bear their sorrows and hatred, thus you can�t be freed from your curse. You shouldn�t be taking freely,� Silwyn remarked, his sword pointed at the angel�s throat, �Thus their burdens are killing you, rather than
freeing you, despite my blow.�

He had known the myth and legend and curse the angel bore, as it was constantly told to him by a hermit, his grandmother. He flicked his sword, breaking the chain the angel wore, releasing the souls, breaking their bonds of enslavement. The little mists of white flowed and swam in the air,
returning into their respective bodies.

In the end, Valis returned to Silwyn and they got married, becoming wise rules of Solanthus. The other nine wives returned to their villages, forgetting the toil in which they had sunk their souls within, living lives to its fullest extent. As for the angel, he had been right � by death, he was truly free.

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2008-07-08T21:45:01Z

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2008-06-23T19:49:11Z

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