Legend of Myth: Chapter One: Continued

For those of you just tuning in. The story does not start with chapter one; it starts way back in my February archives as Legend of Myth

Character Profiles (so I don't have to waste the story doing it)

Simon: 5'10 180 pounds. Simon has black hair and emerald green eyes. The green eyes run in his tribe for the most part. He is average looking and considerably strong and agile. His father Calthes diligently taught him the swordplay handed down from generation to generation. When Simon or anyone in his family becomes intense, emotional or serious, his eyes turn seemingly completely black, however, if someone ever looked close enough, they would see what looks exactly like stars scattered over his or anyone else in that tribe's eyes. It would be like looking into a little night sky, but, for some reason, only when one is close. Simon has good character and is an honorable man with a quick smart mouth at times.

Salte: 6'0 185 pounds. Salte has blonde hair and blue eyes, which for the most part runs in his family has well. He is a handsome man who diligently works to be informed of current events and has even ventured to leave the village on journies to the north to find information from any willing to converse with an Outcaste, and there are considerable few. His tribe's abilities have lost non of their strenth, but they no longer focus them in any kind of potetially dangerous manner, so no fire or lighting, but they retained their force walls. His tribe only uses there skill for health and safety purposes. Because they have spent so much time strengthening their healing abilities, they, as well as the other tribes, have lived much longer than ordinary people, up to say...300 years. But no one outside of the tribes knew why. Now Love knows why the Tribe descedants live so long. Salte is very kind and well liked by everyone who meets him. And he also happens to be one of the most powerful Magus born in quite a while.

Price: 5'9'' 170 pounds. Price has brown hair brown eyes, which is not anything particular to his tribe. Price and Claude's tribe maintained their skills simply because they are fun to have and useful in hunting. They serve their purposes, but Price and Claude seem to enjoy scaring Love and their wives just as much as benifiting the village. They can bend the light around them to make themselves appear invisible or at least extremely well camoflauged at certain times. But they also have extremely good reflexes and a far above average feel and control over how they react and come in contact with their envioronment. In other words, they can run as fast as they can perfectly silent over most grounds or floors. They can move like the wind.

On with the story:

The Elder sifted through his papers neatening them up. "The part concerning Hirst is actually shrouded in mystery," the Elder said, "Because he just seemed to appear out of nowhere and with no warning, and then dissapeared for some time. The Magus had aquired this knowlege or whatever it was that could allowed us to expand our abilities considerably, but we had not infused it with our skills before Hirst appeared in our greatest city Ultimimibus. The records say he walked directly from the front gate into the castle where the leaders of our tribe where begining their application and took the prize. We fought a great battle with him that day that destroyed the entire city and left it in shambles. Hirst managed to steal away the power and left the city in ruins. With our greatest city destroyed, we could not continue the war; we immediatly sought peace with our enimies, but the years of war carried many feelings and memories of bitternes, so when our enemies had found what we had done, they gave little mercy to us. The Soul Knights and the Shadow Wisps divided our Kingdom took our people as spoils into slavery; there was nothing we could do. We had opened ourselves to their judgement or mercy. We implored them as they took us to look into the matter of Hirst, but they only shook their heads in disgust at us and our search for power and truth and the disaster we had brought on ourselves, and they saw no reason search for Hirst because they believed that Hirst was our enemy only, and that their abduction of us would make them allies. They would have gladly given us over to him if he would have requested it."
"How sad," Love said in sympathy, "They became just as consumed with power as the Magus didn't they?"
"Yes, they did," The Elder responded, "Doesn't seem fair does it?"
"No," Love replied, "I think that was terrible."
"Yes, it was," The Elder said with slightly watery eyes. He reached up and rubbed his eyes trying to get a piece that had somehow made its way in. "There," he said, "Sorry, something in my eyes. Now, continuing on," he said blinking and squinting a few times, "The records do not specify how long The Magus were in captivity, but from the way I read it, it was for two or three generations. We were allowed to cultivate and use our skills but only in slavery to the our new master's commands. Our history became verbal, but still acurate because we knew this could not possibly be over. The irony was almost too much to bare. The great rulers of the Southland was what we thought we were supposed to be, but now we were the slaves. In time, the Soul Knights and the Shadow Wisps fell into their own war, and The Magus were forced to participate with their masters. More damage was done in this war than the last. We found that some Magus and other tribes could combine powers to become more potent and effective, but this art too is lost. Alas, this war carried on for sometime and cost many lives of all three tribes. Hirst became a memory to The Magus and the legend of a myth to the other two tribes." The Elder slowly turned the pages in his hand and lifted his eyes to look at Love, "Then, one day the records say, with no warning... suddenly...there was a brilliant light described very similarly to the one we witnessed tonight, but the light then did not mearly light up the sky. When the people who survived awoke as that light faded, the Southern Land from the north part to the south part was utterly wasted. And no unsheltered living thing was unscathed or even alive. Bodies lined the streets of cities that were broken and only rubble. The floor of the forests were nothing but ash, and trees were burned to stubs. Those who had survived survived only to live death, families that were seperated by destruction could only sit in confusion. The sorrow and despair, it says, was unfathomable. The tribes lost all governments and all solubility. Starvation set in after some weeks. The people did not know where to turn or what to do, all they had fought for, all they had sought with so much ambition was gone in an instant. It was unbelievable. Of course, because of this tradgety, there was no more looting, no more taking advantage of each other, no war, and no predjiduce. They did manage to find some stored food after much starving and labor, but not much because the land was so fertile and we did not think any had the power to do any harm, much less complete harm."
"Terrible," Love said, "It took that to make them stop and think."
"Well, that's not what the destruction was about, but that's what it took," The Elder said. He cleared his throat and began again.
"Finally, some men of character gathered what survivors were left of each tribe and organized help for each tribe. The they called together a councel among tribes and finally listened to The Magus, and The Magus told them what they could remember of their persuit of power and the appearance of Hirst and the danger that they had tried to warn them of. When The Magus finished, the three tribes took counsel together as equals about what should be done about this emense devestating catastrophe. They decided to send scouts to the North Lands to see what had become of it. Then they chose four of the most cunning, valiant and most powerful of each of the tribes to search for Hirst and with what very little strength they had left, try to stop him before he layed any other civilizations to waste. Before the twelve left they sent those families that were left to the North Lands because scouts reported that it had been untouched. But there were not many families left at all. About four or five hundred."
"You stopped saying 'us'," Love said.
"I'm sorry Love," The Elder said, "I say 'us' when I'm talking about our sin. Anyhow, the search for Hirst began and the twelve found that the land had begun to grow back and shrubery had begun to flourish, but they found that hope had been cursed. The shrubery was sick looking and mutated with desease and decay. The whole land had become a desolate waste land. They searched all directions fighting their way through deserts, snow, and forests and encountering all manner of deformed creatures, some mutated to very great sizes and danger. The twelve in these times found out just how compatible their abilities were and just how much they could have benifited each other if they had not been so involved in trying to overcome one another. The records do not say what exactly they could do, it only mentions the enhanced healing effects they created, which you must never speak to any about. That is a privilage we have withheld to ourselves to aid our own survival."
"Yes sir," love said somewhat surprised by the mandate and the fact that they had other ways of health all this time. She had heard people say that some families in the village weren't aging as quickly, "I won't tell anyone, but why didn't they record anything other than healing."
"Because once Hirst was sealed, they did not want aggression to be apart of our culture anymore, so they allowed those to abilities to pass and we became peaceful farmers of the land."
"I like it that way," Love said.
"So do we," The Elder smiled, "Unfortunately, not until everything was destroyed did we realized how foolish we were, and how much better brotherhood is than mastery. So, the twelve, I'm sure, became very good friends indeed."
"You don't know?" Love said.
"No," the Elder replied, "because they never came back to this villiage. The records were written by those who settled here and are mostly memories of history, but fairly acurate non-the-less, all three tribes had very intelligent leanings."
"I can tell," Love said.
The Elder continued, "The twelve set out before all the remaining SouthLanders had settled in this place, and every once in a while the Twelve would find random villiages left while on their journies and send them to the north. Not many of them made it. But when all of the survivors that could reach here reached here, contact with the twelve was lost. So there is a time, the records say, about 20 years, that no one knew anything concening the twelve. Later some of the villagers left to search for what might have become of the twelve. They finally found them or I should say something that resembled them guarding a door that could not be opened high atop of a huge tower."
"'Thing that resembled them?'" Love asked.
"A spectre with some of the abilities of each tribe, that The Magus had created to guard the seal. It told them what had happened, how they locked themselves and Hirst in the room halted in time; also the spectre assured them he was not the twelve, just a creation by them created to do only certain things. And it did those things, and there the twelve stayed for centuries guarding Hirst while being guarded by the guardian. It once was very powerful, but I suppose it has weakened after this long. This is what happened so long ago that we have kept. And this...Love is why we are in such great danger."
Love snapped back to the present, and the danger and fear was once again present in her mind. The story had so immersed her that she had forgotten that all of it had come to this point.
"I happened so long ago, and no one ever knew," Love said.
"There is no telling what would have happened had people known. You never know what people will do with the knowlege they have," The Elder said re-organizing the papers.
"No one knows the danger they are in because of what happened way back then. It could come on the North like it came on the South. How could they have ever known what happened?" Love said looking up at the Elder, "They never let you enter the North Lands. They didn't want anything to do with you after that."
"Pride always blazes a trail for disaster," The Elder said, "The North knew we were in war and understood how foolish we were. But they were not nearly as organized as we were until it was time for us to request refuge. By then they had a monarch who decided we were a danger to them."
Love sat shocked, saddened and afraid.
"It is a very great disaster that is very sudden. So listen to me," the Elder said.
Love gave him her attention again.
"Do not let the fear overcome you, and please forgive us for bringing this on the world. Do not forget what's importan even if this is the end of the world, which it could be very close to something like that if Hirst should decide. Do you understand?"
Love nodded her head and tears began to form in her eyes.
"Keep your head up," the Elder said, "We, or I should say, my kin and brothers are going to look, we know that it is Hirst, but it can't hurt to make sure. And maybe we can find something of use."
The silence enclosed in the room and the village. The two sat musing over the story just told. Finally, the Elder stepped in front of Love. He guided Love out of the chair and embraced her as she began to cry.
"I can't believe this is happening," she said.
"I'm sorry," the Elder said, "I didn't mean to jar you back to the situation. I just don't want the Princess to think ill of our people. You will take the throne, Love, and so I ask your forgiveness now and I tell you that we will do all in our power to save the world from our sins."
Love looked the Elder in the eye and mouthed the words since she could not speak, "I forgive you."
She had always loved the Elder for his gentle ways and the guidance he gave her. Since she was eleven or twelve, when they first came, he had always been her favorite, well, him and handsome Salte.
"Thankyou," the Elder said and beamed at her, "Sigh...I believe you better make your way back to your home. And do not let your concern turn to worry. No matter how bad it gets that will only hurt you and help no one."
Love kissed the Elder on the cheek and then the forehead and walked to the attic stairs.
"Love," The Elder said. Love turned around to look at the Elder.
"Simon is an honorable man; try to look past the superficial. And you must look past yourself, or you will never be the royalty you were born to be."
Love nodded again and hesitated before walking down the stairs wondering where the Elder had obtained such wisdom living in such a small town. The Elder stepped to a window and after a few minutes of staring, he watched Love walk out of the house and make her way to her home. He picked up his candle and walked to the stairs and climbed down to get ready for bed.
The next morning was busy as could be expected. Many preperations of supplies were being made to equip the men for their journey. Salte's family had traveled to the moutains north of the villiage were flint could be found for fire. Simon's family was gathering different food items while Claude and Price took some fresh meat from their farms to take into the waste land. Blankets were made in the town and special meals were cooked for a large dinner. The town was very much afraid for the men because these men were leaders of the villiage and were dearly loved by all who had taken refuge there. Families from the northern village Oak, which was not that small, came to see them off. The Outcastes did have dealings with that town, and that is how they kept up on current events. Oak was actually very well informed as a town of educated people since a few hard working high ranking officials had grown up there before leaving to seek their fortune. Oak did not see the Outcastes as outcastes, but simply as neighbors and taught them the language of the lands and traded with them as much as they were allowed. Prince Surel still kept a close eye on Oak because of their influence. The vegetables from the Outcaste village were the best in the North Land because of their fertile soil, though every one thought they were grown at Oak. The Elder asked Oak to inform Prince Surel about the news, assuming he would care to hear anything from an obscure unimportant people, and then there's the matter of believing an event that no one would ever care to believe. For years the North Land specualated that the South had simply lost resorces or that their gods had become fed up with their ways. Also the North was too involved with other affairs like building their own nations to send any credible explorers to the Southern Land. The few individuals who had gone to see never returned, and so the North Lands wrote off the decay and mystery of the South Land as an unimportent affair for later years. That is until Prince Surel became interested for power's sake.
Calthes and Simon loaded their ox with some food and bread. "Claire, do you have my things?" Calthes called from the little stable at the front corner of the cabin.
"Yes, just a minute," she called back.
"Father?" Simon said looking up from tieing the last few knots on the bags of food.
Calthes looked up.
"How long is this going to take?"
"There's no telling, son," Calthes said with a sigh, "This is not like any other journey or pilgramage we have made to that tower." Calthes walked over to his son and put as hand on his shoulder.
"Listen closely . . . We may not come back from this," his father said slightly teary, "We have feared this for generations; it has always been in the back of our minds since I can remember but now it is our responsibility to see what can be done."
Simon began to tear up. Claire walked out to them with a sword and put it on the ox.
"You be strong," Calthes said, "And take care of everything here. I'll do everything in my power to return, but I'm not promising my return. I'm not saying good-bye either. You keep steady and stay forward, once you put your hand to the plow you cannot look back. Do you remember when I taught you that?"
"Yes sir," Simon said, "Or else the job won't meet the goal."
"You have become a good man, Simon. I'm proud of you, you have worked hard to keep food in our village, and you have faithfully honed your swordsmanship. Unfortunately, you may not have done it in vain."
Calthes looked at his son for a long time. "What a man you have become," He said as his green eyes, white and all, turned to their trademark black. "Claire, it's time," Calthes called turning to the ox.
"Have I ever told you about this sword?" Calthes said.
"No," Simon replied.
"It was made by a Magus, back when they could do all sorts of things with their power."
Simon looked at the unique design. Its hilt was wraped with a black rough clothe griping cover over the handle and a ruby just off centered to Simon's left between the hilt and the blade. A dragon came from the hilt and the blade came from the mouth of the dragon.
"Rumor has it that a Magus was so powerful that he could magically mould a dimond into different shapes and so he did straigt into a blade," Calthes said, "But he decided that he would coat the dimon with a metal and so he used his skill to mould the metal and make it almost part of the dimond. This blade is the stongest blade ever made in our land. The Magus offered it as a peace offering to us, but of course it did not pacify us. When Hirst destroyed our lands we found this sword completely unscathed buried underneath a castle of rubble, now it is passed down to our family, the last of the Soul Knights."
Simon looked at the dull coloured metal dragon and the clean light-streaked silver blade that came out and the ruby that was the eye of the dragon. Calthes put the sword back into the sheath. "This is a great treasure, if I perish in the South Lands, leave the sword there," Calthes said.
Claire was shutting the door to the cabin as Calthes called for her again. The three checked the ox to make sure the load was secure and began to head toward the village.
Salte loaded his flint and some food and then called his family to his ox loaded blankets. Salte was in his early thirties, which was nothing since the people of his tribe averaged 300 years in life, so this was nothing. Salte kneeled to his two boys, Ceyes who was 10 and Land who was 5. "You two behave," he told them. They wimpered as their father hugged the both of them. His wife could not go to town to see him off because of a sickness she was tending in her two children. She walked up to him. "We'll be alright," Salte told her as he gave her a hug and then a kiss. He put his forhead to hers as she cried. The children went inside and the two stood for some time enjoying the time they had before he left.
"Please be careful," Salte's wife said crying.
"I will. We've made this journey many times before. If anything happens we'll find a way to fix it. Expect me back."
"When are you coming home?" She said looking up into his eyes with her forhead still rested on his.
"You'll know when we are coming home. You'll just know," he said smiling at her. After a little he broke the embrace and slid to his ox. "I'll see you in a few weeks," he said to her and then led the ox on.
"So that's how I'll know," she replied.
Price and Claude had gotten all of the things needed for meet and staying warm at night in the South Land. They each said good by to their wives and started the trail.
"Calthes says Hirst might not be there," Price said.
"What makes him so sure?" Claude replied.
"He's not sure. But I have to know why would Hirst stay in a land that he destroyed?"
Claude shrugged his shoulders, "So no one could bother him while he does his dirty deeds."
Price adjusted the sack on his shoulder, "This just had to happen in our time," he said.
Claude remained silent. "Man, we messed up badly when we got Hirst's attention," Price continued, "How are we supposed to deal with a man that took out a whole continent."
Claude shook his head, "I hope Calthes has thought of something." They made their way along the path with their heavy sacks rather easily. "All I know is we're just going in to see if he's still there, but if so then what?"
Claude shrugged, "I guess we go tell the North Land."
"Like they're gonna listen to us."
Claude shrugged his shoulders again, "I don't know."
"I don't either man. This is too much for me," Price said, "I knew we shouldn't have let those three men go into that place."
"We didn't have much choice. We would have been in trouble if we didn't let them go."
"What are they up to in the North any way that would make them come down here?"
"You fell asleep during the Elder's meeting with us last week didn't you?"
"Yea, I was up all night that night."
"Don't tell me anymore," Claude said, "The war between Calton and Coast is intinsifying. Surel must have found something about the past that made him turn to the South Land for resources, fool."
"Calton and Coast. Who're the good guys?" Price asked.
"We are," Claude said.
The two continued talking while they crossed the bridge over their river and made their way toward the village center.
Around noon everyone who was going to make it to see the men off was at the village center for the meal. The Outcastes and the towns folk from Oak ate underneath a pavilion built on the south end of the Elder's house. They got everything ready and enjoyed discussions of past dealings and adventures through the North Land. Outcastes from the South would frequently venture to the north, though they were not well recieved. Their accents gave them away immediatly but they would travel until forced or severly pressured to return. Oak and the Outcastes discussed the events in between Coast and Calton. And the position of two other kingdom's Skiit and Sholom, who were trying every which way to avoid the war.
"Surel seems absolutely determinded to bring them into the war," The Elder said.
"Does he think he can take all three on?" A man asked.
"Calton is very powerful," The mayor of Oak said, "They spent years getting ready for an attack from Coast."
"Why would they think Coast would attack them," Simon asked.
"They have a spy, who evidently is very shrewed to be that well informed, or very crafty if he has made the King believe something that is not true."
"So Surel struck the first blow and still thinks he has some muscle to flex," Calthes said getting up to get more food.
"I think he thinks he can get them to be his allies," a man from Oak said.
"What makes you say that?" The Elder said.
"Because," The mayor of Oak said, "He's sent several bribes and rumors to the their kingdoms." Salte shook his head. "That man," he said, "Coast is giving him a harder fight than he thought and now needs help. If he keeps this up he may not have any treasurey left."
"On the contrary," The Mayor said, "He wants to conserve military to build and empire. If Skiit and Solom go to war then Coast's sizable military can wittle their militaries down and not just Calton's allowing Surel to keep men for...other...engagements."
"You think they're on to Surel," Price said.
"In some ways," The Mayor said, "Surel is very crafty."
"Could he do that?" Simon asked.
Claude and Love walked over to join the leaders at the table, and Simon's eyes turned black, while Love made sure to sit on the same side as Simon and his father but on the other side of the Elder. The Elder frowned at her and she looked away turning red. The Elder then turned to ask the Mayor, "Are any of the kingdoms that are thinking of taking Surel up on his offer or reacting to his rumors."
"No. My guess is they're about ready to join with Coast if anything. Which is why he would be so desprite as to send men to the Southern Lands."
"Have you heard any word about my father?" Love said.
"He's greatly distressed with the whole situation. He is in better health though, and we did send secret word to him about how his daughters are growing to be beautiful women."
"So my Uncle is making a mess of things ," She said.
"Quite a mess of things," The Mayor said.
"Well, did you send the messengers?" The Elder asked.
"As a matter of fact we did," The Mayor replied, "But they will not come back with word for at least two months."
"Two months is a long time," Claude said.
"A very long time," Calthes said, "For something like this."
"There's nothing we can do about it," The Elder said, "We are going to have to wait it out."
"What if he doesn't believe you though," Love asked.
"We'll have to find some way to persuade him, or maybe some other kingdom if we can," The Elder replied, "In any case I think it is time to get ready."
Calthes, Salte, Claude and Price got up from their places prepared their things and gathered together and discussed their plans for making the journey as swift and safe as possible, and what they would do with what they discovered.
"Simon, Love," The Elder called. They both looked to The Elder, "I need you two to hurry and find some string leaf down by the river. I forgot all about it. I'll delay the men while you two go find some, and I need quite a bit of it."
They nodded their heads and left to find the plant.
"We haven't been to the tower in some time," Salte said, "We slacked on our pilgramages there."
"I'm not sure we could have made a difference if we hadn't," The Elder said, "The way, however, is over grown and it may take you three or four days once you come out of the mountain pass to reach the entrance to the vally safely. We should not have let those men go without us."
"It would have been just as bad for us had we gone," Calthes said.
"Yea, because trying to stop them would have made a bigger mess," Claude added.
"Can't get much bigger than it is now," Calthes said, "We had too much faith in that guardian."
After a moment of pause all four looked to the Elder. "Is that everything?" Claude asked.
"No, sit and rest. I forgot the string leaf, and I sent Love and Simon to get some."
"There's a smart match if Love wasn't such a brat," Price said.
"There was no need for that Price," The Elder said, "Besides, Simon can be somewhat of a smart mouth himself. Calthes?"
Calthes nodded in approval.
Meanwhile Simon and Love where just coming up to the place next to the river where the string leaf grew the most. "I haven't had to look for this stuff in a long time," Simon said as they came to a clearing by the river bed.
"It hasn't been growing like it used to," Love said, "I haven't seen it around here either."
They came to the clearing where the plant usually grew and searched casually, but they did not find any.
"I think it's being choked out by these weeds," Simon said.
"It's going to take us forever to search through these weeds and find enough," Love said sitting on the ground.
Simon's eyes turned black as he looked at her and she cringed. "Is something wrong?" Simon said smiling at her.
Love got up and began searching for some string leaf. Simon walked across the clearing and into the woods. "Where are you going?" Love called to him.
"To look for some string leaf," he called back.
Love sighed and then continued to look. The string leaf was used to preserve meat and even purify some tainted meat, to a certain extent, So they needed to collect a fairly good amount, as the Elder said. Love searched for about thirty minutes and decided that she wasn't going to find any. She resigned herself to basking in the cool weather under the sun. The day was bright and crisp as winter was just months away. After thirty more minutes Simon came walking out of the woods with armful of string leaf.
"Where did you find that?" Love asked in surprise.
"Not here and not by sitting down," Simon said smiling.
"How did you know where it was?" Love asked.
"I didn't," He said smiling, "That's why I had to look."
Love gave Simon a disgusted look and jumped up.
"Here," Simon said sifting through the leaf, "You can take this...where are you going?"
Love was walking to the woods.
"I'm going back to the village. We got the leaf."
"Aren't you going to help me?" Simon called.
"No."
Simon looked on as Love left him with the load to carry back to the village, alone, and the bundles of leaf were too awkward to run with. He started back thinking about why she didn't like to be around him and why she was being so short and distant with him. Love walked quickly through the woods. As she walked she remebered what the Elder had advised. Love hesitated and thought about going to find out about his creepy eyes. And then shook her head.
"He'll probably have something smart to say if I ask him," She said, so she kept walking. Which would not have been true, Simon could be very straight forward if that was the situation. Love entered the village and waited at the center. Simon followed a few minutes after with all of the leaf.
"Simon," The Elder said, "That was very kind of you to carry Love's bundle for her."
Love smirked at the comment and Simon shook his head.
"Let's get this stuff divided and get ready to go," Salte said.
They sorted out the leaf evenly and packed some of it with the meat they already had. They divided the supplies for each to put in a pack and they took up their gear. Price and Claude each carried bows and daggars. Salte had a spear with a barbed head on each end. And, of course, Calthes had his sword.
"We don't know how long we'll be gone," Calthes said to the people watching, "We may tarry and see what else we can find, who knows."
"Good fortune to you," The Elder said, "May our God protect you."
The four men turned to leave and walked briskly into the mountain pass. The people watched anxiously with thoughts and wonders about the journey that was being undertaken. Simon watched intently has his father and friends turned the first corner far away and dissapeared into the pass.
The Elder walked back to Simon and put his hand on Simon's shoulder. Love watched the tears swell in Simon's black eyes. The black made his tears seem hopeless and completely sad. Love felt sorry for Simon. She almost walked over to comfort him, but she decided to go home instead. Simon turned and watched her leave and then joined his mother on their own journey to their house.
As they walked his mother smiled to herself,"Do you love her?" Claire asked. Looked at her and then to the ground.
"Does it matter?" Simon answered, "She's scared of me; she can't stand me. I'm getting sick of her."
"You can be quite abrasive yourelf." Claire sighed. "Me, you, and your father naturally see things as they are," She continued, "But others first rely on colour and appearance before their experiences change how they look at things, and that's only if they are wise. Love is a young lady, she still feels apprehensive about what doesn't feel of seem right to her. And she is not very experienced at all, so many things that are actually beautiful are dishonorable, and many things that are dangerous seduce a woman her age. I'm proud of you and there is nothing to fear." Claire turned to her son, "The very thing that causes her to dislike you could turn into the very thing that causes her to love you, if it was ment to be. So do not think there is anything wrong with you."
Simon looked in her mother's eyes, which glistened black at the chance to brag about her son who was so much like his father, except more sarcastic.
"How do you know all this stuff, mother," Simon asked.
"I read alot," She answered, "And we have listened alot. And I remember being young. And living outside of the village."
"You have lived outside of the Outcaste village?" Simon asked.
"Yes," she said, "My father wanted us to see the real world. So we left here for some years."
Simon looked at his mother stunned, "Why did you come back?"
"We were not well recieved outside of this town and none of us could keep our identities secret. Bond hair blue eyes does not run in any of the people to the north and of course, neither do black eyes."
"How long did you live outside of the village?" Simon asked.
"Long enough," she replied smiling. Simon was satisfied for now and he walked with his mother thinking about all the events that had happened and might happen, while Calthes was away.
"What is going on," Simon thought to himself.

Legend of Myth: Chapter One: The Re-instating of the Outcastes

The bright light flared across the newly nighted sky lighting everything as bright as day. A young man of about twenty ran across a field of corn dismayed by the bright light and afraid of what it might mean."Father! Father!" he called as he ran to the small cottage where he lived; his eyes were solid black. His father was standing a ways in the field a little ways from the boy looking in the direction of the light.
"I saw it son," called his father, whose eyes were also solid black.
"What was that?"
His father just shook his head and looked with serious intensity in the direction the light had come.
"Simon, go get your mother. We're going to see the Elder," the father said.
Simon promptly obeyed; moments later he and his mother joined their father to go to the village. The walk to the Elder was just a mile away, but Simon's family did not have horses. After putting away all of their tools, they walked quickly saying nothing because of their concern and fear over what this omen ment. Every once in a while, Simon would look back to where the light had come from, but his father and mother continued straight on the road to the Elder's house. The night never flared up again, but the moon was perfect for walking that night. Simon wondered what it could have ment. He hasitated to think it was what he thought it could be, and the fear in him was only aggravated by the look of concern and worry on the face of his parents. He could not bring himself to speak to either one of them. They finally came to a small town of about ten cabins, each one looking very similar to each other, and the cabins were all just big enough to house several people, maybe a few more. All of them surrounded the Elder's house making the Elder fairly accesable. The village was built deep in a forest with four trails leading out: one going north, one going west to the farms, another going northeast to the cow and sheep farmers, and one heading south. This was the village of the Outcastes. The forest they were located in was large, larger than their dwindling numbers needed, and it was completely surrounded by the tallest mountains on either continent. Only the trail north and south led out, and there was a river that flowed from a short but fairly wide water fall that came out of the rocks of the mountain rang on the northwest side of the vally. It flowed through the forest and the town to the southeast and back under the mountains on that side. The land was complete with water and life, and it was a beautiful land with plenty of fertile soil and greenery. In the town, normally, during the day the village is engaged in activities like grinding wheat and corn from harvest or weaving to make clothes, but nothing was being done at this time nor the coming morning. The village was completely emptied except for the meeting at the Elder's home.
Simon's family entered the Elder's house where the rest of the village folk now were. Another family with two boys entered behind them. When the two families took their seats in the large living room, which had been quickly emptied except for the benches for the meeting, the Elder prepared to speak.
"Is that everyone?" the elder asked as he stood up at his desk in front of the assembly in the large living room. The Elder looked with concern over the assembly wondering how they would take the news he had for them. He cleared his throat and took a breath, "Those of you who are...native to this area know what I'm about to say." The Elder paused stalling the thing he knew he must speak of. The townsfolk was now made mostly of the few poor that had safely managed to escape from the oppression of Prince Surel; the exhiles of the Southern Lands (these were the natives), and the wife and children of the recently de-throned Valiant family, who had found refuge there from Prince Surel. King Richard Valiant had fallen ill and could not rule during that time, and their oldest daughter had no husband, so she was not allowed to take the throne. Her mother was not allowed to rule, and she had no brothers only two other sisters, who also could take the throne if the eldest daughter, Love, decided not to take it, and they had husbands. Prince Surel, was Love's uncle by marriage and, under law, was to keep the throne until a suitable husband was found or the King recovered. Instead, the Prince over time obtained favour by bribery with many soldiers and officers in the army and forced the Valiant family to go into hiding since he would not tolerate Love marrying and reclaiming the throne. (One such bribery of Prince Surel in order to gain favour of a rather influential man of power was to marry his younger sister, Laura, to Coste, the influential nobel, but Titus' relationship with the young sister made the arrangement very difficult. But I digress. Back to the story.)
The Elder finally continued, "The rest of the world, assuming they have seen or will hear of this light, is oblivious as to what this omen actually means. But a few of us know, even though we would like to think and pray that it is not what we know. The rest of you are going to be enlightened on what was not spoken of for hundreds upon hundreds of years." The Elder sat in silence observing the faces of the audience, some anxious knowing the whole issue, some confused and now very afraid, some of the more naive were curious and eager to know. The Elder cleared his throat and continued, "For more than 4000 years, a dark secret has lain in the Southern Lands. We don't know exactly how long because we were not completely concerned with written records until the afore mentioned date. And those that were kept were destroyed."
Some of the villagers looked at him confused.
"We don't know anything past 4000 years ago," The Elder said clearing things up, "But those before us felt we must remember what had happened, least their desendants despair at the current situation and our small numbers commit some crime that would only secure our condemnation. Our records speak of a time before, when three kingdoms were overcome with greed and ideas of power. One of the kingdoms stumbled on a knowledge that was not for any race, or species for that matter; they persisted and gained the attention of one man who had already known of the existence of this...knowlege, whatever it was I don't know; our ancestors did not record what it was. Once this knowledge was finally completed, our records tell of a man with incredible powers and terrible character, more consumed with power than any of them, who immediatly seized the thing and then proceded to lay waste to the whole Southern Land, turning it into what is now decaying and forbidden. Some survived and immediatly sent their families to the North, but the North Kingdoms, who were steeped in superstition, would not allow the families from the South to pass because they feared the Southern People would bring their fate with them and because they did not deem the South worthy of their hospitality since, as they saw it, they were "prone" such foolish calamities. The most powerful individuals left of each kingdom, after sending their families to safety, came together and challenged the man named Hirst in his own tower located just days away from the other side of the south mountain ridge. They managed to gather all of their strength and stop Hirst, literally, in a time cease; that was the best they could do since his life force was too strong to destroy, due to the new power given to him. Our ancestors hoped this seal would remain hidden in the cursed lands for ever, but the Northern Lands have progressed and have grown foolishly curious, and man cannot do anything that lasts; I'm sure the seal has weakened. The three individuals that passed through were on a quest to explore the Southern Lands, and I to my great dismay, am also sure that that light was a result of their loosing the seal on Hirst."
The whole room was dead silent. Fear and tears of disbelief filled the eyes of the people at hearing such a thing. Many refused to believe that such a thing could come so suddenly upon them. The people in the room sat taking in what the Elder had just told them, trying to process something that had never occured to them except maybe in a fairy tale. There was nothing more to be said. The Elder sat down at his desk to open the assembly to discussion if any should desire, but none really wished to address such an issue.
After a long silence,Simon's father rose to speak. "Yes, Calthes," The Elder said.
"I say that some of us go ahead and investigate the tower and see if this catastrophe you spoke of is indeed the case."
The Elder stared Calthes in the eyes contemplating the desicion.
"That is extremely dangerous," The Elder said, "If Hirst is still in that tower."
"I'm aware of that, but one of those three men might still be alive, and maybe it isn't what we think. It wouldn't do us any good to panic over nothing. I think we better go and make absolutly sure. I don't think Hirst is going to try anything right away; the records indicated he was still somewhat human and the time in the seal will most likely have weakened him some."
"Yes, that is true," the Elder replied.
"What do you mean?" a man said to the Elder, "What can you tell from records that old? This could be suicide. And as far as those three men go, if it is what you say, there is no way they can still be alive."
"We're aware of all of this. There really isn't much else we can do? We are not infuential enough to tell the Nort. But we need to do something." Calthes said addressing the man, "Are you going to go to the North to tell them the world may be at an end? Sir, our records are acurate, we take the preservation of these documents very seriously."
"Calthes has a point, Colos," the Elder responted, "there are many things that lie in those lands that we do not know. Maybe there is a perfectly safe explination. And as far as those three men go, it is possible at least one of them survived, and it is our responsibility as desecdants of the South to make sure none suffer from our sins. And as desendants of the South it is our responsibility to take resposibility for our actions, even it we must suffer full consequences for them."
"Everyone has cut you out of any chance to live respectable lives," another man said, "What responsibility do you have to them? Or anyone? Surel is a fool fooling with what has been forbidden for generations. And you have more than payed your dues if this is the case."
"We do have respectable lives," the Elder replied, "accepting our fate as a consequence of our greed and our past sins. And no, the price for meddling with that which is eternal is eternal. And we meddled with millions of lives. Also, the seal could not possibly have lasted forever, it's possible, believe it or not, that it is a good thing he was released now, while those that know something of the matter can act promptly and maybe effectively, or else the world would have no warning of the danger."
"You are not your anscestors, you shouldn't have to risk yourselves for a world that has condemned you already. Let them be condemned for their condemnation and foolish bigotry to you," the man replied.
"We will not become them or fall back to our former selves," the Elder said sternly, "I appreciate your concern Solus, but we have done our share of damage to this world. As long as it is in our power we will not add sin upon sin. Yes, those three men were not wise, but the greatest foolishness belongs to those who sent them. I'm sorry to preach to you all, but you must know that this is what we believe."
When everyone saw the minds of the Elder and Calthes were concluded on the issue, objections ceased, and silence once again filled the room. Calthes still stood awaiting any who would take up this cause.
"Well," a man said standing up, "I agree with you Elder, Calthes. It is our responsiblity, so I will go."
"Thankyou, Salte," the Elder replied.
"I will as well," another said standing up.
"I will too."
"Claude, Price," the Elder acknowledged.
"I'll go," Simon said standing; his eyes turned from their emerald green to solid black.
"I'm sorry," the Elder said smiling, "But we need our older folk to go, it's not that you would not be any use, Simon, but you are young and you need your chance at life. Stay as a last resort and take over your father's farm. Thankyou for your courage, Simon."
Simon sat down slowly and dissapointed; Calthes reassured him and put his hand on Simon's shoulder.
"Four are all that go?" said the Elder.
"Our numbers are down to such few," Salte said, "And no one else really has a clue to the complete situation. We can handle it. It won't be long before the Southern Races are gone forever. This may be our last chance contribute to the world in a good way, for once."
The Elder nodded in approval. Calthes' family was the last of their tribe. Claude and Price were the last of theirs, and of course Salte's family and the Elder was the last. Each tribe had tried to keep their bloodline pure, and ancient skills of The Elder's tribe gave each tribe life much longer than normal men, but the lack of numbers and a mutual disgust for insest caught up with them in time. Each tribe was somewhat intermingled with the other, but only in the most minute scale, they had manged to stay true down to the last few, save Claude and Price, now, who both married "normal" women. The Elder waited for any thing else that might be said, and after a suffecient silence he ajorned the meeting and each rose and returned to their homes. Calthes' family was a family of knights; they returned to their tribe's alloted land, which was now down to one farm that provided corn and vegtebles for the whole village. Claude and Price were twins and had the blood of thieves and archery in their veins. Salte's family was the last of the very tribe that had discovered the forbidden power that drew Hirst to the Southern Lands. The Valiants attended the meeting, but had remained silent throughout the whole meeting. Love would have voluteered, but she knew nothing of the events and thought it wise to leave it to those who knew their place, though she was curious to know about the events and things that happened leading up to this crisis. The Valiants in the Outcaste Village were two women, Faith and Love, and two teenage girls, Hope and Charity. They took the naming of their children seriously as a nessecary part of their maturing. The King was still in the North, safe, but afraid for his family, from whom he had been parted now for more than five years. The oldest Valiant girl had become a skilled hunter, but other than her, the family was quite feminin.
As everyone exited the house, Simon looked at the oldest Valiant daughter with his black eyes as he exited just a few people before her. She turned away quickly, and when she did she bumped into the Elder. He smiled at her disgust and slight fear.
"Love?" he said to her, "Is it really that bad?"
"I can't stand those creepy eyes," she said.
"He can't help it," the Elder said, "It's in his blood. It's part of his gift."
"What gift?"
"The gift of his family," The Elder replied.
"What do you mean? What's so special about his family? And his creepy eyes?"
The Elder smiled, "All of the families here who are desendants of the South have special gifts and quite interesting gifts to learn about too. Would you like to know about the tribes from the South?"
Love looked at the Elder, who smiled at her curiosity and nodded.
"Go tell your mother what you are doing and then come with me," the Elder turned and walked to the other side of the room to his stairs next to his desk. Love ran outside to tell her mother, who had just walked out before her. After a few moments, Love walked back into the house and walked to where the Elder was waiting for her. The Elder went up the stairs, and Love followed meekly wondering what he ment by "tribes" and "gifts" of the families from the South, since she did not see how ugly black eyes could ever be a gift. They walked up the stairs and turned left down the hall and walked past three rooms and then came to the stairs that led to the attic. They climbed up the stairs and walked to the other side of the house again. Love looked around at the many relics that lay inside the attic. Armor, swords and bows, knives, bowls and many other things were organized neatly in the large room. They came to a desk with a chest beside it. The desk had a stack of papers, a candle that was lit and an ink pen, as if the Elder had been diligently working on some document.
"This is where I copy and recopy the records left from the Desolation of Our Sins as we call it," The Elder said to her, "All elders are required to make very presise copies of the history of the South."
"Our Sin?" she replied.
"I am also a desendant of the South," he said, "I am of Salte's tribe."
Love stared at The Elder waiting for him to tell her more.
"Each tribe had or has a gift I should say," he continued, "Something that only they can do and that gives them an advantage in some form or another. Something that is not average, as we discovered when we began dealings with the North and with other continents as well."
"Other people?" Love said in suprise, "What do you mean other continents?"
"Evidently there are other worlds out there, other civilizations. However, contact with them has been long lost. The seas grew far to harsh for any ships to travel, but our records indicate that was long before the War, so we know nothing of them other than they existed, and probably still do. Your North Lands were not advanced enough at that time to know or be worth knowing concerning other civilizations. The only reason we kept contact with the North Land was to get food for war."
Love slipped to the desk and sat backwards in the Elder's desk chair and rested her chin on her hands on the back rest and prepared to listen to the story.
"You must not tell any of this to any townsfolk," The Elder told her, "It is just not spoken to others. We are modest about our heritage and our sin. I don't mind telling you because you have a pure heart and good character, so I trust you. And I also hate for you to hold anything against us simply because you do not understand it."
"I won't," she replied. The Elder smiled, and then continued with quite some enthusiasm.
"My people's gift is what some would call magic or spells or wizardry," the Elder shook his head, "But all of that indicates learned controll of the elements and other things through some kind of knowlege or wisdom. That's not the case. We don't really know how we can cause what we cause, but some how, some way, we can or used to be able to cause...things...to happen. The occasional fire ball or lighting bolt are some examples, some were not of that sort; some where different, a healing type ability. Over time we cultivated and learned to control these for many different things, force walls and the like, we even learned to tap into time, though not to any great sort. We used our power to create a rather great civilization according to our records. Our buildings were tall and vast, built in great valleys were we could be close to nature, not for religious purposes, but because we had more to work with our powers."
"And the others?" Love said.
"Patience, I'm getting to them," the Elder said lifting up his hand, "Like I said, we had grown powerful, but as we grew, we found that other people lived on the continent with us. We became anquainted with two other peoples. Simon's tribe whom we named Soul Knights for reasons I will let you discover on your own. And Price's tribe whom we named Shadow Wisps because they could move like the wind and as quiet as shadows."
"What were you called?" She asked.
"We called ourselves The Magus," the Elder said picking up his papers of the old centuries, "Because we thought we had achieved such greatness. But, as you know the illusion of power will grow in the minds of men."
"Yes, they do. Why is that?" Love said in anger thinking of her uncle and those who were seduced by his promises of power, "Why do men get so enthraled and blinded with themselves and power?"
"Hold on now," The Elder said in reproof, "Men do get consumed with power, but I would contend that women would and do get just as enthraled and blinded as we men do, especially if they had all the oppertunities that men do, and there are many reasons for men to become seduced by power: selfishness, pride, fear, some feel it is the only way to gain acknowledgement and many other reasons all of which are found in equal amounts in men and women. And power is always a subtle seducer, hiding behind good intentions and well being. So don't go singling out men."
Love made a sour face and then settled in her chair and waited for the Elder to continue.
"Anyway, back to the story," The Elder said hardly using the records in his hands, "The illusion of power grew in our minds and the other people needed our guidence and rule to live effectively. At least that is what we believed. So we sent Magus to them to get them to show the other tribes our superior reason and our enlightenment, but when the other tribes rejected our preposal for obvious reasons, which we were too proud to acknowlege, we decided to do what we thought best and force them to subject. However, we in our own ignorance neglected to learn of our adversaries before we showed them the truth. The Soul Knights you see lived in moutains," The Elder continued, flipping to another page of the records," which none of us today have ever seen, but records say they were vast and gigantic with great cities chizled out of entire mountains. Obviously they were just as established as us if not more so. And even their smallest cities were a massive challenge for us to take over."
"Why do you keep saying us?" Love asked staring intintly at the Elder.
"I guess because, it may have been thousands of years ago, but I must confess, the same weakness and tendancies, the same sin runs in our blood today, and we today have decided not to cast off our responsiblity to our selves for the sake of power or gain or any illusion of obligation to ourselves, for that is exactly what caused this catastrophy and is what seduces people to persue power. They are us. Back then, we thought we had worked hard and deserved what ever we took and if other could not understand, then we must either make them or suppress them. And for an error of that magnitude with the responsibility we had because of our abilities, we accept our fate today. We have enough now to live peaceably and safely and it is enough."
Love nodded her head and gave a quick nod for the Elder to continue the story.
"Sorry for the lecture," The Elder said.
"It's okay," Love said, "I understand." The Elder looked through his papers to see where he left off.
"Here we are," he said, "We decided to begin battle with the Soul Kights first because they were the most direct compaired to the shady manner of the Wisps, so we surmised that we would over power them with our ability. But as time moved in the war, The Knights proved to be our greatest challenge and the one we battled the most. They seemed to know when and were we attacked; we could never surprise them. They were strong in spirit and strong in numbers, so even in direct attacks somehow they could evad our attacks, even when our best Magus used lighting, as quick as it strikes, they were hard to defeat; even their weakest had courage and abilities beyond any of our people and most certainly any that we have heard of today."
"How could they even avoid lighting," Love asked.
"One day, Love, when Simon's eyes turn that black that you hate so much, ask him what he sees. I'm going to let you find out. It's interesting," the Elder said smiling, "I would hate for you to hold something against him that he cannot help nor should he be ashamed of it. His creepy eyes are very much a gift. In the dark times of life, it's good to have someone who can see past the reflections and the surface."
Love cringed and shivered and wondered what The Elder was talking about. Then she continued to give the Elder her attention, "What about the other tribe?"
"The Shadow Wisps are definately the most interesting to me," The Elder said, "The had mastered the art of evasion and knew how to eliminate confrontation when battling an enemy. They moved mostly at night and were excellent archers. They used the shadows and could move through the forest in absolute silence. Has Price or Claude ever snuck up on you and scared you?"
"Yes," Love said exsasperated, "I get so frusrated with them because I can never tell when they are coming, and I have good hearing. I think. "
"Well, don't worry," The Elder said laughing, "later we found they could even disapear for short periods of time."
"How?" Love asked.
"No one is sure," The Elder said, "somehow they move the light around them and make themselves blend in. Very fasinating indeed."
Love gave a look of surprise and wonder, and began to think of all the times she wished she could have disappeared and all the ways she could use it.
"Their homes varied with the enviornment. The were by far the most diverse. They lived in the southern most parts of the South Land and some of their cities were located in tree tops, some where built entirely under the ground, some were just nomads in deserts, and one city on record lived in the very south were there is snow almost year round. They were not much of a kingdom naturally and they would sometimes fight amounst each other. But they came together when they saw our zeal for war. And it was to their great advantage that they did not have to have any one place to base any stratagy. Their homes were hard to find and they were hard to see and so of course hard to fight. They did give us their fair amount of trouble, the records say. The Shadow Wisps would sneak into our cities and camps while we fought the Knights and do their damage then. Initially they attacked us before we attacked them, which made sense since they knew we were coming and knew they had an opening. We found ways to keep them out using our abilities."
"How?" Love asked.
"We can creat an invisible walls. Not walls literally, but they work in the similar way. We put one around each of our most important cities. We had Magus devoted soley to force walls, and the walls were quite strong. The Knights were the only ones who could over power the Force Maguses, as we called them. One could force their way pretty far through the force, but with their sheer numbers and power they could move all the way through. And so we fought for hundreds of years, off an on of course. We could handle the Knights, but the Knights were the fear of the Wisps because their stealth did not help them. So they avoided the Soul Knights generally. The Knights could never take a Wisp city because the Wisps were very mobile masters of avoiding confrontation, which the Knights had mastered. So anyway, time passed and and we fought somewhere around five hundred years the records say give or take a hundred. Eventually, all forgot who started the fight, or at least they stopped caring. What each was fighting for and the persuite for everyone turned to power and pride."
"So then...what about the man you spoke of, Hirst?" Love asked ready for the best part.
"Ahhhhh...yes, a very important part of the tradgety," The Elder said walking to his desk and picking up his most recent copy of the records," The part that our ancestors wanted us to remeber the most."

Commentary concerning my story.

I writing so much, because I have the time now...

Commentary on Legend of Myth and myself in it:
I'm not going to decieve myself into thinking that anyone cares, but I like talking about my work, so...

This happened on a different world. That means that, of course, English is not the primary language of the planet, however, I'm sure that IF anyone decideds to read my story, no one is going to read a fake language that they will never be able to translate, assuming their life is so lacking as to actually try. So the language of the main characters is in English.
I hope to go much deeper with the story. It will be very easy to see other influences in the writing. My concetration on the characters and their reaction to the events and world around them comes from video games, notably Final Fantasy series and other RPG's, plus human psycology is interesting to me, though I've never felt the need or desire to take any such courses in college. I can simply observe and know all I need to know.
I've always had a fasination with the art of swords and knives, and wepons in general. Conflict, unfortunately is a specialty of mine, though I labor very intensily to hide it from those around me.
Several of my friends have asked to be included in the story, meaning I have to change some aspects of some characters, since I don't want to include any new person. I have most of them in my head already, but there are a few in my head that I may include, and, if so, I'll assign a friend to one of them. I don't really want Jake Wissing to be the hairy beast creature, so I may include a character that I previously did not intend, but I had the character in mind non-the-less.
So what is my motivation and intention you ask...not? But being a story teller I'll pretend that you did though. Many things, a genuine enjoyment of exploration, discovery, action, drama(not in real life however), romance, basically life in general. I believe in good triumphing, but evil putting up a losing fight. I don't get much in real life, so I make it up. Oh I'm sure I could do plenty of exploration, discovry, and action but practicallity requires me to stay put for now. Romance is special, and I just like a good story. And the way I figure, the best way to the the best story, is to write it yourself, and maybe, if I'm cool enough and in touch with the rest of the world, others might like it too.
The hardest part is doing the love scenes, I don't mind romance at all, it gives substance to the conflict, it's dramatic and fun, and it's Biblical, and romance will entertain a good portions of the story, but I haven't decided how to deal with each person's story yet, I'm working on it though.
Probably, the second hardest part is going to be keeping the story real and readable. Not flying through, but not boring the reader with stupid details that they could have lived forever without.
The world that they live in is huge, compaired to worlds in say, video games. There are four contentants. Each with some thing very specific to contribute to the story, making the story somewhat episodic and, hopefully, fun to re-read. Southern Lands and North Land have the same thing to contribute to the story.
I confess, my dream would be to have this changed into a video game; I know if they did they would butcher the crap out of it and do other sorts of have baked half inspired things, but whatever. I enjoy interaction, I'm positive that's why I like video games, so much. I don't like to be bored, which is actually good for me at times. But what I love the most as far as amusement type entertainment, is a good story. Anyway, I need to get back to doing home work and not this.