THE ZYRAN KING

Scratching his beard furiously, His Magnificence marched into the dark abyss flanked by his royal guards. He did not heed the countless refusal and advice from the members of his council. He was determined to unleash the monstrosity that was held captive in the dungeon that was located 13 floors below the main castle, Kezyranpalas. The first king of the Zyran bloodline who ordered for the castle to be built had all the men involved in its making from stone mason to blacksmiths and engineers killed. Only members of the royal family were to know they nooks and crooks around the castle.



The new king, Darius Zyran was still uncomfortable with his crown which sat awkwardly upon his helm, chaffing his temples. "Blasted crown", the king mumbled under his breath as he adjusted the golden ornament for the sixth time that morning. "Only a king may indulge in the pleasures that comes with a crown, hence it's his duty to shoulder the burden Your Grace" chastised his advisor, Wegaf Cuelar. "PLEASURES?!" the king barked back, silencing Wegaf. 

Wegaf Cuelar, a man in is late sixties who has served three Zyran kings in his lifetime. Despite his age, the man was still in good health (manage to outlive two kings) and possessed vast knowledge from the subject of politics to potions. As the travelled deeper into the maze that led to the heart of the dungeon, the air grew humid and the floors were wet from some murky liquid. Suddenly the party came to a halt. The king unclasped his cape that had the sigil of his house, a golden lion reaching for a golden sun in a crimson sky. One of his guards scurried towards him just in time to catch the fabric before it fell completely onto the filthy ground. But the king didn't stop there; he took off his gauntlets, armor, the mail beneath it and even his leather tunic. Wegaf was perplexed, "Sire, what.." he began before King Darius shot him a menacing stare. For a moment the king stood there contemplating, his upper body bare, bearing countless scars and bruises from a hundred if not a thousand battles and brawls. After some time, the king nodded to himself and announced, " Titus, you alone shall follow me from this point forth". His advisor was now aghast, "Sire you can't.." "I CAN'T?! I'm a Zyran and a king Wegaf. Not some halfwit or has that slipped your evasive mind?". Defeated by his king's rage, Wegaf bid for forgiveness.

As the king and his personal shield traveled deeper into the abyss, the stench of feces and urine tingled their olfactory nerves. They kept walking until they reached a giant of a man who stood sentinel to a pair of iron doors behind him. The doors had a plethora of symbols, signs and wordings on it. Spells and enchantments the lot to contain the abomination that lies within. The man was surrounded by a pack of wolves, seven wolves to be exact. Although he was aware of the king's arrival he was utterly uninterested. Upon his helm rested a bronze crown which was evidently too small for his prominent head. He was clad in nothing but a pair of worn leather breaches. Despite his feral appearance, he wore elaborately designed anklets and armbands of bronze. The ornaments seemed like they were about to crack, unable to contain his muscular features.
"What is your purpose here?" he bellowed to the king. Furious by the brawny man's lack of respect for his king, Titus unsheathed his longsword and countered with a question of his own, " Who do you think you are speaking to fool?!" to which the young king snickered. The large man snarled and as though his wolves could sense his anger and dicomfort shifted uncomfortably, growling and barking at the king and his shield. In the darkness, the eyes of the beast glowed like molten gold, green and red gems. "Easy mine old friend, my shield here is always eager to show off his magnificent beauty, Dawn. How fare you Prince Stolz Held?", cajoled the king. The prince spat back, " Do not presume to smother me with sweet words ZYRANIAN! Words spent cannot be taken back. Does your dog not know of it?! He will suffer my wrath!"  

I've lost yet again..

I have lost a thousand times in the past to your memories of her,
How much could I have meant to you?
How can I be any different , to you who were looking for a replacement?
How stupid of me to have hoped it was more!

I have lost a thousand times in the past to your memories of her,
You complained I didn't have time for us,
I was in a battle with someone I've never met,
I was at war with myself,
Why didn't you save me from this nightmare?

I have lost yet again to your past who has become your present,
I realize now,
I lost that battle,
I lost the war,
I lost you,
I lost to the memories of your past and the reality of your future.

-inspired from this song-

RAIN: Part 4: JAIME

The shrill ring of my alarm invaded my illusory dreams, threatening to wake me up to a new day. As soon as I pushed aside my wolf-skin comforter, I could feel the cold breeze that crept in through the windows upon my skin and hear the heavy downpour outside. Drowsiness clouded all my senses except one. Smell. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and hot pancakes wafted into my bedroom was extremely inviting. I mustered up all my strength to push myself out of bed and used my index finger to press off the irritating alarm clock. Since the chill was creeping up my spine, I rubbed my palms together before bringing them up to warm my face."Haooh...hmm..em", I gave out a howl of a yawn. My breakfast is gonna get cold I realized with a hint of regret. Quickly, I dropped to do 30 push-ups. An effective way to not only kick out the lingering drowsiness but also a great way to tone my biceps. Perspiration dripped from my forehead as I marched to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The white tiles of the bathroom was exceedingly warmer than the mahogany floor boards from my bedroom. Probably due to the fact that my girlfriend just had a bath. I stared at my ragged refection on the mirror as I turned open the faucet to rinse my tooth brush before topping it with paste. "Should I shave? Nah..I'll eat first!". Right after I brushed my teeth, I raced to the kitchen to devour my home-cooked breakfast while it still had a minuscule of warmth. Old habits die hard. I always had a sip of lemon-ed beer after I brushed. As I reached for the refrigerators' handle I noticed there was a handwritten note. It was from my girlfriend. Looking at the way she penned down the short message, she must have been in a hurry I concluded. It's content were concerning to an extend. 
       "Sis in trouble. Goin to the station. Lots of love, bye"
"Hmmm..", I  gave out a heavy sigh and grabbed the beer bottle, taking a sip. Instead of stashing it away, I decided to have more to wash away the disappointment of having breakfast alone. I served myself a mug of half-filled coffee, five blueberry pancakes and a banana. I spiked the black coffee with some beer while chewing down the banana. As I lifted the mug and brought it to my lips, the scent of the beer and coffee mixture tingled my olfactory nerves. I allowed myself a taste and winced as the beverage made its way down my throat. I could feel the warmth immediately spreading across my chest followed by a mild burning sensation. Something was missing. What? I realized what I needed for this cold weather after a moments contemplation. I got up abandoning my meal, grabbed my car keys and headed out. I need to see her. I need to see Ray.

RAIN: Part 3:MAXIMUS

"So let me get this straight. You were having a midnight stroll during such a 'splendid' weather and happen to have lost control at the corners. Hence, the accident?", I confirmed with the girl who seemed to have a boyish build. Personally, I think her body served as some sort of cushion to minimize the damage from the fall. If it wasn't for those well toned muscles she would have suffered more than a broken humerus. "Yea...pretty much I guess", she replied in a lazy tone seasoned with fatigue. I gave out a heavy sigh before taking in a deep breath and exploding,"What the hell were you thinking?! You trying to kill yourself woman? I know its been hard on you since your parents died and all, but what's the point in acting reckless like this?". "I know what I'm doing!! Its not like I'm dead or dying. What are you raving about?", she lashed back. But I knew what she meant. "You're not my father. Buzz off". The truth is Jay was my ex-fiance's younger sister. After their parents were brutally murdered by a gang of robbers, I never contacted them unless it was an enquiry about the case. No visits. No words of consolation. I didn't even attend the funeral nor did I make an effort to visit their graves. That's because I promised myself to face them only after I've apprehended those robbers and not before. Both sisters knew naught about it. I left it that way. I took another measuring look at Jay and realized with a modicum of woe how much she looked like her sister. Same golden eyes flecked with green. Long eye lashes. Hazel brown hair. Luscious pink lips. Slender neck...she's just a girl."You were obviously speeding", I said as a matter of fact."Unless you wanna kiss your license goodbye, I suggest you refrain from such irresponsible acts", I warned her."Where's my bike?",she asked. Evidently worried about it more than the problem in hand."It's in the impound. You can claim it after all the paper work regarding it is taken care of. Till then, stay out of trouble". I shifted in my chair before going on,"Now, just sit tight and wait for your sister to come pick you up". "Yea sure..whatev..WHAT?! ARGH!!", she jumped out of her chair hysterically before collapsing back into it due to the overbearing pain. She was breathing heavily now. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. Probably due to the pain or fear or maybe both."Why would you..",she started again forcing each word out before I interrupted her,"She is your legal guardian. You're a minor. Just following protocol". Just as I got up from my own chair, the door to my office slammed open. Through it barged in a woman with golden eyes flecked with green. Instead of pain and fear, I sensed anger and concern in them in the form of tears."Hello Ray", I greeted her with a sly smile. 

RAIN: Part 2:JAY

Even the slightest movement of my fingers sent up jolts of agonizing pain. I must have broken a great deal of bones during the fall. If it wasn't for the blasted rain my bike wouldn't have skidded the way it did before throwing me off. I suppose its a blessing that the police were on their patrol when I had my 'little' accident. The impact of the throw was substantial enough to inflict a temporary paralyzing effect on my body. Suddenly, every sensation seemed to be a hundred times more detailed; like my senses were heightened due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Every image seemed brighter As I was lying on there motionless, I could feel warm slick blood seeping from my thighs or was it my back? The burning sensation of exposed flesh left me screaming in agony. What's worse, the rain. Every drop that fell on my fresh wounds accentuated the pain. It felt like a hundred if not a thousand needles piercing through my muscles. The officers who found me immediately called for an ambulance which arrived to whisk me away to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, since my wounds weren't as severe as I'd thought it to be, after I was given necessary treatment I was escorted to the police station to give a report on what happened. Seriously?! What's so suspicious about a girl wanting to have a midnight stroll on her Ducati? I was more worried for my bike than my very own condition. Well no point struggling now. It seemed like a herculean task for me to get out the back of the patrol car on my own, so I just swallowed my pride and asked for some assistance. I was no stranger to this town nor this street. I always dropped by the diner across the station for a quick lunch. Betty the waitress was like a over doting aunt who gave me extra sides and free refills. For a woman in her late sixties she seem to be full of zeal and zest. It was almost dawn and my stomach was making a ruckus demanding food. I glanced over towards the diner to feed my eyes at least convincing myself that when this is all done with, I'll stuff myself with some chocolate milk shake and pancakes soaked in maple syrup. I saw a man with a beautiful black dog by his heel instead of the usual view of the old diner. Our eyes met. Adrenaline must have been still flowing through my veins for I noticed everything about him. Cold blue eyes. Unkempt coal black hair. Stubble on his chin. Wrinkled blue shirt with black slacks. If he was startled to see me, he didn't hide it well. For the first time since the accident I sincerely felt utter remorse.

RAIN: Part 1:MAXIMUS

I always loved the rain. I felt somewhat safe whenever it rained. I could never comprehend this sense of security I obtained. It was six in the morning, and I was at the diner across the station where I worked as a detective. Unlike the stereotype law officials who drown themselves with caffeine, I for one despised the dirt-like after taste coffee gave off. It was a ritual for me to have sunny side eggs fried in bacon grease and a mug of honeyed milk to wash it all down. As I sat there, I couldn't help but stare at my office across the street with heavy contemplation. Although I couldn't see through the windows, I knew exactly what was waiting for me on my desk. As I forked the remaining bits of my breakfast around my plate idly, Betty the waitress came up frowning, bill in hand and said,"Look d'tectiv, we both know as sure as sunrise you ain't gonna finish that". She was right, I never finished anything. Even when it came to books, I always left the last page untouched. Another eccentric habit I guess. With laziness coursing through my veins, I forcefully pushed myself up, paid the bill and made my way out. As I reached for the bronze door know, I turned and asked," Could you get me maybe a dollar's worth o'bacon?". Pride loves bacon. Who doesn't anyway? There's probably a special place in hell for people who hate bacon. Pride was my 70 pound brawny beast of a German Shepherd. He was waiting right outside the diner, like he always did. As soon as I walked out bag in hand, he attacked his morning snack. Spilling all its precious content. Yet, he hurriedly gnawed at it all the same. Just then a patrol car pulled over the front of the station. From it two deputy sheriffs got off and helped a boy out from the back. He had a cast about his left shoulder and most of his shirt was soaked in blood. Whether it was his blood still remains a mystery. Not for long at least since I'll be interrogating him soon enough. As he shifted around, he happened to glance over at my direction. Our eyes met. A tremor ran down my spine. For the first time despite the rain, I felt vulnerable down to my bones. 

RUSTY~

it's been awhile since i last updated my blog. Thanks to my elusive memory, i have apparently forgotten my password. Thus, a new blog. My immature and amateur stories should be lacking, hope i improve and regain a modicum of my dark sense in writing.