Where Thunder Roars

Could I have a cardy thingy please?

Er, I think I cropped it wrong…oh well, feel free to recrop it yourself. And you never emailed me any picture, so I just googled “ANgel of Light” and found something I thought was suitable.

About Attack and Defense, I didn’t know what to put without being biased, so I just closed my eyes and entered random numbers. Luckily, I’m still more powerful. BWAHAHAHAHAHA

EDIT: Here’ss yours, SHaded Lady. I hope I did it like you asked! (like, atk, def, and levels)

Ooh! I redid mine

P.S Who added the new authors? O: I thought they left…

Screaming like there’s no tomorrow. Urgh! Who knew New Year could be such a hassle? I seriously can’t sleep.

Yea, it’s New Year here. After midnight. I scheduled a post for the people from USA.

Eh.

Ummmmm, new story! Well, I think so.

I’ve been writing. I don’t know if it’ll become a real story.

So, uhh, bye.

ML: *wakes up* What happened?

Mechanical Mechanic: Your engines were nearly destroyed. We had to rebuild you almost completely. You are stronger now, though.

ML: Yes… I remember now… I must get my revenge… I will incinerate that wretched Rust…

Mechanical Mechanic: I wouldn’t do that if  I were you, the person who did that was so strong, he crushed your reactor.

ML: I am stronger now than ever! He will be no match compared to my might! I will track him down! *flies back to his throneroom* I might be able to check where he went with my automatic surveillance system. *checks* It appears he flew to the Technology Ruins…

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*change of scenes*

Rust: Finally, I shall rule over all! For years, we have been ridiculed and denied even though we are the true owners of the Mechanical Empire and the universe! For years we have just sat by, knowing that we could take over in a second! My ancestors were fools, what with their peaceful nature. “We must protect the universe,” They said. Bah! Fools! But now I’m in control, and I am not going to be quite so peaceful… Malfunction, get over here!

Malfunction: Yes my lord…

Rust: I here that this so-called Machine Lord has allies… I need you to destroy them….

Malfunction: With pleasure, my lord….

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Okay, the 5th SYmphony was a joke.

I am… τhΞ ∂ηgξζ σƒ ζιghτ

I don’t want to be Zara. In stories I’ll be Zara. BUT here I’ll be The Angel of Light, or AOL.

First, since i am now the Angel of Light, I decided to find a better Gravatar, and here it is:

And second, I got my laptop’s built-in camera to work, and I took a picture of the view I have from my apartment:

Call me Zara. But really, I am the Angel of Light.

(Still call me Zara.)

-AOL out

As I lifted my hands for the final blow of death(I couldn’t control it) my brow creased and I felt my chest tighten. How I missed my mother. It had been many centuries since I had seen her. It was a random thought, but her smiling face lit up in my mind.

And so…for the first time in dozens of years, I prayed to her. I closed my eyes and let the wind of death toss my hair. My lips moved to form words. “Hecate, mighty Goddess of crossroads, darkness, death, wisdom, magic, and the moon, my dear mother, please come to me. Please Hecate, protect me and help me when I am in danger. Treat me as your own and give me all that is needed. Mother, surround me in darkness so that I can bring forth my light.”

It felt good to let it all out.

There was a flash, and I was gone from the dark pitch black room. There was no Zara. No black balls of death. But I was skeptical it was all a dream.

When I examined my surroundings, I found I was at the same gleeful little stream close to my cottage. Perhaps my mother had guided me here. I blushed at the thought. Now everyone knew who my mother was, because a spell this strong would be sent through all over the Window.

When I waved my hand, there was another pop and my bow rested in my hand.

I reached down my quiver for an arrow, plucked a pretty flower from my garden and tied it to it, and aimed it at the constellation of a girl with her bow streaking through the sky. It was the one my mother put up as I was born. When I released, I watched it disappear in thin air.

“I know who your mother is,” cackled a voice. “I can find your weaknesses through your family.”

The voice carried through the wind. I looked up and glared angrily at no one in particular. I suspected the voice could have belonged to anyone. I had been betrayed by so many friends. Ninja Girl, even Phoenix, they had associated with the enemy. Machine Lord had abandoned me to fend off others myself.

I’ve never told anyone this, but I have some strong ties wth fate. While I’d love to be friends with some of my enemies, dear fate doesn’t hold it that way.

Once, fate warned me in the near future that I would have to make a great desicson. My choice would either transfer so much power into me it would destroy me but save the world, or it would make me stronger, kinder, and wiser– but great wars would erupt, and only I and several others could fix it. If. We could fix it. If.

That was 4000 years ago. Sometimes I still ponder on it, and search for the others so I can prevent it. I’ve found no one of particular interest, but I have found clues leading me to my “destiny”. Only it normally ends up almost killing me.

I whistled, and one of the wild horses living in the forest my cottage was in came galloping to my call. I patted his mane and fed him a peach. “Mind taking me for a lift? I gotta get to Fiern.”

The stallion snorted and beckoned me onto his back. I clasped together my hooded cloak and hunched my arrow over my shoulder.

We reached the ruins within 20 minutes. I stared in sadness at the ruins but arhed the string of my bow with an arrow to it. “Show yourself. I know you’re there.”

“Mew.” a tiny kitten came out from behind the smoldering wreckage of my old cottage. I’m a sucker for animals. “Aww,” I gooed. “Are you lost?”

Normally I can speak and understnad animals. But the kitten didn’t seem to be comprehending. I stared into its dark pupils, my sight only on the vortexes of the kitten’s eyes.

“Rar!” it shrieked. How did that kitten grow into a lion?! Though I couldve been killed I never harm any animal. I scrambled back to where I left the stallion. He was gone; probably panicked and took off.

“Back!” I cried. “Away! Go! Stop!”

The lion miraculously stopped. His eyes were now beady and sad.

The big cat finally trotted (I didnt realize until after that he ran away in fear) away after I whispered “I am no harm to you.”

But there was a louder roar. And wherever it came from, it was behind me. My hands began forming the same black energy, against my will…

I gulped.

Death.

I had no choice but to run. Or rather fly.

After hearing what had happened to Reed/Tian/Lady Raven/RCG/whatever, I knew I wasn’t safe from death. As I cut through the air like a bullet, I looked back, and saw a sort of black smokey ball thing firing after me.

Dark spirits.

I gained courage and dived underwater, in the sea. The salty water felt good on my hot face. I could see the spirits turning away. They flew back to Marsh Island as one.

Oh dear.

My wings! They wouldn’t work anymore! Because of the water. Drat! How was I going to get home?

I let a ball of light float away, like a flare. A rescue flare. Pretty soon, I saw Randy flying. She was flying? Ah. So she was the one rescue me.

A few minutes later, I was back on dry land with a towel. Randy dropped me off at my cottage. I said goodbye and headed back inside. Of course, as always, there was the frightening silence that reminded me of Fa Treh and Mi Sayan’s fate.

I nibbled a carrot and heard voices outside. “Is she here? Yes… good, thanks.”

Then I heard a firm knocking on the door. I made my way to the door and opened it to see Trudy, PhoenixGirl from the Window.

“Um, hello, Zara!” Trudy said brightly.

“Hi. What’re you doing here?”

“I need some help.”

Soon, we were sitting on the couch with warm coco, talking.

“I need to find Tian, and I can’t so, I was directed here to you, the Creator of the Universes.”

“Oh? Creator of the Universes, eh? Trudy, that was a long time ago, due to certain… events. I’m now the Angel of Light.”

“Oh… that’s too bad.”

“BUT, I can help you find Reed, a little bit. Follow me.”

We walked to the Window, in silence. The climb up the hill to the Castle of Lian was much shorter than it felt. And when we reached the Window, I posted a message to RCG.

Hours passed.

No reply came.

I began to get worried. It wasn’t like RCG to not be on the Window for such a long period of time.

What if something had happened to her?

(Machine Lord is sitting on his throne)

???: Screech…

ML: What was that?

???: your worst nightmare…

ML: HOW DARE YOU?!?! I AM LORD OVER ALL!!! I will destroy you, fool!!!

???: you are a fool to challenge one you don’t know…

ML: I know all…

???: such a big ego…

ML: What are you, a model-T?

???: you fool… *attacks ML*

ML: who… are… you…

???: You can call me Rust… I’ll let you live as a lesson…

ML: *faints*

Well, New Year Resolutions(it’s only one
1. Get an A in art
I know it’s pathetic but no matter how hard I try I seem only to get a B But on the bright side a least it’s n0t a C .
My BFFFL got me into this anime called Peach girl I’m on the 11th episode.
It’s about high school love. It has action, suspense and a ton of mean girls you should really watch it. Some of the episodes get really emotional. Funimation came up with is and I think they’re brilliant!(Funimation) They come up with Soul Eater and like all the best Anime! Take my word for it! IT ROX!!!
Link for first episode: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TByCl7UMUts

Adios’ Amigos!
~Randy the Ninja

This is me. I is ugly. (I know that’s wrong grammar So there. That’s me

This is me.

Flashback

RCG laughed as I blew fire into the distance.
We were racing to see who would get to the target first, my fire breath or her arrow.
They both struck bull’s eye at the same time on the target 50 yards away. My fire burned down her arrow and the target.
“That was my good target,” She grouched.
“Oops,” I giggle.
I grabbed my pair of swords and danced away from her, as she playfully swung her daggers, chasing me down the hill, screaming words of revenge.
~
I still dream about RCG. Where had that girl gone?

I decided then and there to atleast try and find her.
I grab a cloak and my pair of swords and push out the door of my cottage, near the beach hidden in the forest.
I start down a random dirt road. After trudging for just 15 minutes, I run into a girl about 7 years old, matted with dirt.
“Please help! Please help! Please help!” She shrieks irritating me.
“Fine,” I mumble.
She leads me deep into the forest. It seems like night already.
She seems different now, about 10.
An hour passes. Now, she is about 13?
We stop, and I pant. “What do I need to help you with?” I manage.
“I need help..”She starts to grin, her voice turning older. “I need help..”
She suddenly turns to me, her eye glinting, her skin ghastly pale.
My stomache lurches.
Was this a Vampire? With magic?
“WITH DINNER!” She schreeches, and she bares her fangs. Then she pounces.
I turn one sword to the side to deflect her body. Her body gets electricuted and falls, but she regains her footing. Then she draws her own chunky sword, made of metal.
Her bloodshot eyes squint. “Delicious.” She inhales.
I use this moment to attack. I cross my swords and slice the air. Then I do parts of the first kata, twirling my swords to prevent her attack. She tries and jabs me over and over again.
She leaps away, then back, taunting me. Her dingy red curls bounce.
Our swords collide, and sparks fly. She pulls back, her own sword dented from mine.
I wish I had a stake.
I blow fire at her, and she growls back, frustrated.
I amputate her arm and jabbed at her side. But she dances back, always out of range.
“No dinner should cost this much,” She hisses, grabs her arm, and seemed to leap into a black hole, appearing out of no where.
“I’ll be back, with a few friends!” Her voice echoes those words over and over.
I dash, and with the help of my speed and stamina, I get to a familiar trail in record time.
Now, to think this throughly, how can I find out where the heck RCG is?
Go to creator of the Universe, of course.

I start toward the city of Mir.

This is me: Click more to see it: (more…)

I pressed an archive month.

I looked back.

I want more people now! I want a community, like it was back then! I want there to be a new post every 3 hours.

Jes. Storm. To name a few who I looked at.

Remember mOoNGLoW’s plan? More people. Start hiring.

Okay, dad is a HUGE Beatles fan, and he was playing this song called Eleanor Rigby. It’s so sad, and I hate to say this, but it’s actually kinda good! I couldn’t find the real music video, but I got a weird vid. Take a moment to listen. You can still browse other posts!

OK, HTML didn’t work, so just click here to listen to it: HERE!

I’m new, so to clear things up….

(BTW posted one like this but can’t find it)

Powers: Flying, Fire-breathing, Immortality, and transforming into a phoenix. Transforming takes a lot of effort so I don’t transform alot.

Weapon: slender silvery sword that’s seemingly not solid. It electrocutes

Appearance: Long, layered black hair with sidebands. Abnormally tall, roughly 13.

Any other questions? Please notify me

Zara began cutting lose the ropes that had left me defenseless. I was left speechless, and looked up at her as soon as I was free. “Why didn’t you try and kill me?”

“I was planning to, but I figured it wouldn’t be fair without a good fight.” She poised her sword, as if ready to strike. I drew out a bow and aimed it at her shoulder, because I really owed her one. I didn’t want to immediately kill her.

“No one escapes my aim, Zara. I was given the title of Archer of the Millennium in Ancient Greece. I was honored as Artemis herself.”

“I don’t doubt you,” her voice and stare steady. “But you really don’t want to mess with me.”

“Of course, young one,” I stated, my mouth curling into a frown. I remembered my observing words I had put unto her. ‘Weak but strong’. Zara’s eyes were kept straight at my arrow. It wasn’t a smart decision. My fingers crept towards my hunting knives. The silken patches wrapped around them stopped them from clinking together.

I threw my bow in the air and was astounded to feel my magic return. The bow clinked with the sound of disappearing, as I knew my bow was slowly being put into nonexistence. Zara seemed unwavered by my moves and blocked me immediately from my daggers. I grazed her in the elbow, but her sword was longer, therefore she could defend better.

“I heard you hung out with dear Ninja Girl the other night,” I laughed. “I thought the Shaded Lady told her to stop associating with everyone.”

We continued circling around, our swords in the air.

“Oh, she did,” Zara grunted, “It was nothing but an innocent talk,”

“Of course!” I nodded courteously.

“Get in closer and lunge,” a voice whispered evilly in my head. “Get in closer and slash her in her cold cold heart,”

“NO!” I screamed out loud. Zara seemed startled and blindly waved her sword around.

“Then use the magic I gave you, USE IT…“

Zara gave a desperate hit but I zapped away her sword with my fingers. I managed to create a vibrant fireball and threw it. It hit Zara square in her chest, and she went flying until she hit the left wing wall of the black room. Except when the fireball hit on impact, it transformed into a dark pitch black ball. When it let loose, I could see spirits screaming in anger and laughing jesters wander into the air.

“No! No! Stop, stop, stop, stop stop stopstopstopstopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOP!” I couldn’t control what my hands were doing!

“I am not doing anything y-y-you dolt,” gasped Zara, her face in a pained expression.

She tried to grab onto something on the walls, but it was nothing.

“Ninja Girl!” I cried, my hands forming another ball of death.

No one came.

My hands raised themselves…Zara backed up into the small corner…

NOTE: I know I got wings immediately in the story, and not here, so I had to put it here.

I was worried. Was I going crazy? Dreams, voices in my head… I was going as loopy as a rollercoaster. Really. And that’s how I ended on Marsh Island, shielding myself from a voice that sounded like Death itself.

A tree rustled. A saw a figure pass by, so slowly and easily. I narrowed my eyes and put down my bow. Then I dragged out my sword form it’s case. It was time for some real butt-kicking.

The most beautiful melody played. It circled my head, but my head wasn’t something to be messed with, no matter how gullible and rather slow. I let the melody play. It was an enchanted melody – I knew it, because I felt a sharp twang of pain in my arm.

I guess it could play with my brain, after all.

I’d really had enough of pain lately. I felt like I was on fire.

I fell over.

It was just that feeling then that surprised me. The feeling was actually surprise; for I couldn’t believe something so beautiful and smooth and tuneful could harm anyone. But that was happening, and I had to get out of their, fast.

But I had no willpower.

As I struggled to get to my feet, my back hurt. A lot.

“I don’t want them…”

The whisper hung in the air for a moment, as if it were giving me a chance to reply. I looked at my back. Wings. I had wings. Huge, grey wings.

The pain ended. What the heck was that all about?

I shook my head and decided to take my new free unwanted wings for a test drive. I flapped them and bent them like Snowflake did with her wings. Pretty soon I got the hang of flying, and then I flew down to Mir, I didn’t evaporate there.

Oh, no.

I stood in front of the remains of Mir. It was burnt to black ashes by heartless idiots who didn’t have a soul! I screamed angrily and kicked ground.

Why? Why?

Why did I have to have powers in the first place? Why did Snowflake run away? Why did Fa Treh have to die? Why?

I took in a deep breath and decided to go back to Marsh Island when I knew more. But for now, I would go to Randy’s house.

…

The next day, I saluted to Randy and took off the hood of my Light dress. From now on I was the Angel of Light… but I still wanted to be known as Zara. Then I ran up a street of Hecraat, opened my wings, and rose up into the air like a plane.

There’s something very exhilirating about flying. You’re free to go anywhere, and you can roam the Earth witthout passing a soul.

Of course, I only travelled around the Hath Mountain Range. I tried my best to avoid looking at the on-fire Dar Mountain Range. Somewhere around Hecrata I managed to find Fiern.

In ashes.

I buried my head in my hands mid-flight. The great, whispered-about city of Fiern was nothing but crumbling remains, left to decompose over years in the sun. I turned my head away and flew down to the ground.

But I decided to do something cool.

Thunder roared. I floated above the ground, glowing white. And with a crack of lightning, I was in gone Chooseland.

And, okay, there is no place called Chooseland, but when you evaporate you have to choose where you want to go. I decided to go to River Sihi.

River Sihi was a small river in the mountains, flowing slowly and peacefully.

I smiled and made camp there.