A Ramble To A RoarSeconds do not feel like seconds any moreA Ramble To A Roar by Rifle1980
Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young
Years pass by without much ever happening
Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong
Maybe that could be the problem
That life’s slowly passing me by
I walk around with my shoulders arched
Like I’m afraid to even try
Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem
I’m too scared to stop asking why
Do things come so easily to others
That to me so far have been denied
The air does not feel like air any more
Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat
I wonder sometimes which one will prevail
The air in my lungs or the fight in me
Maybe that’s always been the problem
My mind has long since been my alibi
Convincing myself I am okay
When I am clearly struggling to survive
Yes, I understand that’s the problem
I speak to myself without reply
I could ramble on past forever
If I stop I might just crumble and cry
Words do not feel much like wo
Chapter III: The GraduationChapter III: The Graduation by Blueredor
4 years later...
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye...the world ended to rebuild and heal the wounds of the third war, for the moment peace has been maintained, the King of Stormwind Varian Wyrnn shuttle diplomacy voyages across the west of the continent, Kalimdor, land of the Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and Kaldorei (Night elf). Since then, the steward's group The House of Nobles, ruled Stormwind in his absence, it was supposed Varian had arrived in the small kingdom of Theramore, to discuss the current relationship between the alliance and horde with the mage leader of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore as a neutral arbitrator and the Warchief Thrall. But according to the reports, a group of bandits called "the Defias Brotherhood", kidnapped the king during the diplomatic path in the high seas informed by a spy from Stormwind and his trail lost around the island Alcaz, confirming the rumor of his ca
Chapter II: The First Day in The WaterfallChapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall by Blueredor
One day after
21 years after The First War (Year 613 by the King's Calendar)
On the sky of a waterfall in the north of Northshire, it sight a red dragon mounted by a Quel'dorei (High elf on common speech) and a 14 years old young human with mid-long brown hair, and green eyes. It's dressed with a red tunic, brown silk shoes and armed with a long wooden staff.
The dragon touch down a side of the waterfall, there is a abandoned blue house with a dry garden next to a deep forest. The young dismount from the dragon and step on the earth without problem, the elf throw a red book with a border of red gems and a sign of dragon, the young receive it, waves to him and the highelf responds with a farewell. The dragon set forth on fly and abandon the place. After a long mind training and practise the two first basic spells like Fireball and Fireblast, read the book, and a new spell caught his attention.
“hmm”, the mage said while their fingers follows t
Chapter I: The Light Of The NecklaceChapter I: The Light Of The Necklace by Blueredor
Dreams, visions, predictions...nightmares. A yellow soul on human form lives a calm dream in a odd place. The scene are on a sunny day with a field of green grass, suddenly a strong flash appear, rise his hand to cover his face from the light, even don't has eyes. Then, the light take a woman form, but not like never saw before. The light has horns in form of a slightly resting S aiming to the horizon, a short and gentle tail, and small thin hoofs. Feel her presence...so warm, peaceful and beautiful. Is like she know him from ever, but he doesn't know her.
"Please", the light said with sadness, "help me, before is too late".
Try to answer her, but notice it don't have mouth, so he can't talk. Suddenly a strong roar sound, that no one can't recognize it so easily...
"(A lion roar?)", the soul doubted.
A white lion with wings appear roaring from the sky and on a second, the animal transforms on a potent beam of light, aiming to the ground, so close to the soul. Try to stay away, b
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