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What ground do we stand on?
What seeps through our skin?
Why is it so hard to fight it?
Why can't we win?

The things that I've seen,
I can never deny.
But I've broken those chains,
I can reach for the sky.

The time that I wasted
Was that of my own
But I have changed now
In my heart is His Home.

I dont want to look back
At my past stained with sin
but when I again found Jesus
Life was started again

I'll never be perfect
I'll never be close,
But right now and forever
JESUS CHRIST is my most

I'll do what I can
to make everything right
I'll still make mistakes
But I'm still His Knight.
by Chris Hamby

God is not nameless

His name is YHWH

The Jews did not think that they were worthy to pray to YHWH, as they thought it would be in vain.
When Jesus was crucified, the veil that kept the priest (whom the people came to so that he would pray for them, he was considered to be the only person able to pray) in seclusion was torn down, signalling people could now talk to YHWH by calling Him by His name.

Chapter 1 - The Discovery

Faewell, 9:00 pm

The cold wind blew silently through the night. Everything was still. Everybody was going on with life. The priest was cleaning his house. The king was walking down the hall, going to the throne room. This was the last normal night for a long time.

7:00 am

The priest woke up. He had a dream about a man killing a giant beast with the glow around his body. Ah, but its just a dream he told himself. He walked over to the window. He looked out to the lake which seemed to stretch endlessly. He saw… 4 giant cylinders? He ran outside immediately. They were large, as though the priest could fit inside of one. They were floating towards the shore. The priest ran to tell the king.
“This is absurd!” the kings advisor, Balant, exclaimed. “If you’d come look for yourself…” the priest began, but was stopped mid-sentence. “Fine. I will go and see these ‘cylinders’ for myself.” the king stated.

Zania, 8:55 am

Ciris went to his king. “Sir, our prisoners have escaped! Also gone are our main air tanks. How can you have an underwater city without air?!” The look on his face made it apparent that he was fearful. “damn it, where’s our war general, Dareth?” The kings face was stern, but it was apparent that he too was anxious. “The rebels killed him when they escaped.” Ciris gloomily replied. The water level had reached his foot. “We must leave at once!” Ciris said as he ran, despite the king calling for him.

Faewell, 9:00 am

Ching! The blade of the axe pierced the top of the cylinder. Cold air spewed out of the top. “I still don’t believe it…” the advisor mumbled. The trio peered inside. A body slowly attempted to pull itself out. “Help…us…” the body said, and then fell back to the bottom, unconscious.

Zania Emergency Escape Chamber (EEC), 10:00 am

“My glorious city… destroyed!!!” The king cried through sobs. Ciris replied, “Atleast the citizens are safe, sir. Plus we have the weapons shed at surface. And we have the replacement city, krannore, waiting for us at the surface.” The king’s eyes showed an evil joy. “Yes. Those prisoners will pay. With their lives…”

Faewells Priest’s House, 12:00 pm

Where…am I?” The man sat up. “My house.” the priest said. He started to walk away, but remembered the question he was going to ask. “What is your name?” “My name… is Cedure.” I was a prisoner in the underwater city of Zania, the…” The prisoner said, but was cut off. “Underwater city.” the priest finished. “And you should know why you were a prisoner. The real reason.

















Chapter 2 - Panic Amongst Rivals

“Yes, Cedure, your king knew more about you than you did. He is evil. Malevolent. He was scared of your destiny, otherwise known as the promise. Your companion’s fates were also known as promises. That’s what he was scared of. You finding out the true reason for existence. You are supposed to…” Lighting struck the priest from out of nowhere. He fell to his knees. Cedure jumped back, fear consuming his mind. The bloody priest said, “No. They cant let you know. The forces insist on you learning by yourself. An enemy awaits you outside. Get your companions. A great disaster approaches.”

Cetnai Lake, 3:00

“Today, my warriors, find the keepers of the promises. Don’t let them live.

Faewell, 4:30

Ciris burnt the “welcome to Faewell” sign as he, his king, and the army of citizens blindly following their king entered the city. Everybody was slaughtered. The buildings were burnt. Everything was destroyed.

Everything on the surface, atleast.

Faewell Bomb Shelter, 5:30

“The priest was lying on the ground, about to die. “Go, prophesized warriors, to Krannore. Beg the king to spare your lives. He will place you in prison. The warden is my son. He should release you and inform you of their plans. Though he might not believe you.” Cedure and his companions walked away as the priest died. “Rest in peace…” Cedure said solemnly as he walked away.
Krannore, 6:00 pm

Ciris sat in deep melancholy because of the innocent people were slaughtered. The warriors walked through the gate, hands in he air, right as he lifted his head. “Please… We are sorry… we beg of you to spare our lives… we give up…” They pleaded convincingly. Ciris replied, “I will let you live, but you will be sentenced to life prison. Do you honestly wish to live? Cedure hung his head with false guilt. “Yes… we want to live…”

Krannore Prison Cell #72, 6:30 pm

Our heroes were sitting in the cell solemnly. Cedure called out to the warden, “Hello, jail warden, we have news from your father, the priest.” The warden turned at the mention of his father. “Father… Is he okay?” “Your father was a wise man…” Cedure sadly said. The warden apparently got the message. “But please, he told us that you would tell us about the promises…” His eyes blazed with rage. “I… I don’t believe your lies!!! My father is alive!!!” He turned around and didn’t respond to the calling prisoners.

Krannore Castle, 9:00 pm

“King, king!!!” The worried warden sped through the main hall, fear apparent beneath his face. “They’ve escaped!!! The prisoners escaped!!!”











Chapter 3 - The forsaken town

Krannore Outskirts, 9:45 pm

Cedure collapsed. “We mustn’t… stop now… they will…surely… catch us…” He said between breaths. Elnear, the second promised man, and Cedure’s closest friend, told his comrades, “The city of Bosleav is near. Though the citizens keep everything to themselves and to survive you need money, which we don’t have.” Xaltez, the third prophesized comrade was lying down almost breathless. “We… need to go… somewhere… fast before… we are… caught… and killed…”

Krannore Castle, 10:00 pm

“Ciris!!!” the kings bold voice filled the castle. Ciris came running, almost toppling everybody as he passed. “Ciris, the warden just informed me that our prisoners have escaped. I believe that they will head for Bosleav looking for supplies. No, we wont meet them there, but we will send it to take care of it before they get there. Thatts right, Ciris, deploy it as soon as possible.” Ciris shuddered at his masters commands, but he reluctantly went and started to program the location into the weapon’s computer.

Bosleav, 7:00 am

The warriors walked into the godforsaken city. “This is Bosleav?” Cedure gasped. A man laid on the ground before them, bathing in a pool of his own blood. “Leave… now… before… it comes… again…” He choked on his last word. Cedure couldn’t take it any longer. Trembling, he fell to his knees. He felt responsible for all the deaths that the Krannorian army had caused. The earth started trembling beneath him. He couldn’t move. Now his eyes showed rage, yet at the same time regret. “Cedure! Come on! We must get out of here… NOW!” Elnear cried to his friend. “No…” Cedure gasped. “My death shall pay for those of all the unjustly killed.” Xaltez shuddered at what his companion had just said. Is he serious!? he thought. “Run! You don’t have to die!!! Live the rest of your lives!!! Forget me!!!

The few standing buildings collapsed, crushing Cedure.

???????, ??:??

“Cedure… He was our only hope…” A voice muttered. “Now the world is doomed…” the second voice stated. “No, he can’t die.” The third voice said.

Rosleav ruins, 7:00 am

“He looks alright.” Elnear lifted the last rock off of Cedure’s body. “Its good that he has the priest’s amulet on, or he would have died for sure.” Cedure got up. “cedure, man! We all thought you were dead.” Cedure just stared at his companions. Then he reached for his sword. He shoved elnear against a tree, then stabbed his sword through Elnear’s heart.
“Don’t get around me…” He solemnly said, “or you will face the same fate. Don’t think about following me.”
Cedure walked away, brushing the dust off of his clothes, and leaving the 2 remaining warriors speechless.

Bridge of Fate, 8:30 am

“Ha. I thought you would never come.”







Chapter 4 - The ending

Bridge of Fate, 8:30 am

“ I’m not a liar. I came like I said I would.” Cedure angrily said. “Hehehe… your conscience will be your downfall…You now know that you were born to fight.” “Yes, I know that. Now let us finish this.” Cedure grabbed his blade, and in one motion drew it and parried the running Ciris’ blow to the heart. He lunged at Ciris, but missed. Ciris and Cedure fought for what seemed like ages. Then Cedure let his body be taken over by the anger that made him kill Elnear. He started to glow, faint at first and kept getting brighter… Ciris marveled at the sight. Then the light reached Ciris and he gave way, falling to his knees. “You might have finished me… but with my last breath I summon my demon brother…Salokin…” Ciris breathed his last breath. Cedure walked towards the gate, the only thing between him and the king of Krannore, but stopped when the ground abruptly started to fall. He ran now, barely making it to the gate. He entered. He didn’t know that his comrades had been secretly following him.

??????’ ??:??

The voices had disappeared. The presence of something evil was apparent in the cold, crisp air.

Chaos Shrine, 9:10 am

Cedure walked in. He saw the king standing alone in the middle. Then another figure arose from the shadows. The king and the shadow-man became one. The fusion sent waves of darkness in every direction. Xaltez and Dareth, the final warrior, entered at the time of the waves. They jumped in front of Cedure and protected him from the waves. The waves stopped. Xaltez and Dareth collapsed. Cedure cringed. “I wont let you die in vain…” He mumbled.
??????, ??:??

The presence was gone. “Evil has left our presence. But it is now on earth. And 3 warriors are dead.” The voice was the priest’s.

Chaos Shrine, 9:12 am

Cedure was silent with his rage. His rage was apparently boosting his strength a ton. He and the Evil king fought. They fought for days and days without rest. Cedure never tired. He kept fighting and fighting. But this Evil king wasn’t tiring either. In fact he fought better. By this time Cedure had many scars and his sword was weak. The master of shadows slashed at Cedure violently. It was too much : his sword shattered and cedure was blown back. “Now…you… DIE!!!” The dark lord stabbed Cedure through the heart, killing him instantly.

??????, ??:??

Cedure and his comrades watched solemnly as the world crumbled.

I believe dreams have meaning. I believe that they are not just images that we have when we are asleep. They must have some sort of meaning. In the bible, dreams were interpreted by those chosen by God. So what makes it any different today? There are some people who could possibly be chosen by God to interpret dreams. Its amazing to think that there are so many things that we don't even know about life, that have always been there. Its amazing to think that our dreams are really messages about real life events, they aren't just random, they all connect to life. its awesome.