WORLD OF CHAOS

51 facts about guys

2011-11-01T20:51:00.005+08:00

Hi everyone! Some of the girls in my school have been wondering what are guys like so I found some information about guys that I feel is kind of true.... Well at least most of them. Credit to those who came up with this =D

1. Guys hate sluts.

2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.

3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.

4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.

5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.

6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.

7. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.

8. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.

9. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.

10. Guys get jealous easily.

11. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.

12. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.

13. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

14. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it hardly works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.

15. Girls are guys' weaknesses.

16. Guys can be very open about themselves, if you listen closely.

17. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.

18. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

19. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.

20. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

21. Guys love you more than you realise if they are serious in your relationships.

22. Guys will brag about anything. :P

23. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.

24. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.

25. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.

26. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.

27. Try to be as straightforward as possible when talking to a guy. Give them indirect statements and they will most likely get confused.

28. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.

29. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.

30. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.

31. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

32. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.

33. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.

34. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.

35. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."

36. Guys don't really have final decisions.

37. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.

38. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.

39. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.

40. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

41. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.

42. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

43. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.

44. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much. Guys prefer the natural look.

45. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.

46. Guys will sit and stare at their phones to wait for the girl they really like to reply their messages

47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.

48. Guys really think that girls are strange, have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.

49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.

50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it

51. Not all guys are jerks. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.

I will remember you :)

2011-10-11T19:34:00.003+08:00

Hihi,

I just wanted to share with everyone this song. I think it is very beautiful and I feel it perfectly describes what some of us are feeling with the year coming to an end (at least for the first part). haha ;) Enjoy

The little boy who lived in another world

2011-10-11T18:57:00.005+08:00

I have been giving it a lot of thought before posting this, but here goes...

Hi everyone! We are closer to the big, giant, scary monster known as A-levels. Everyone is starting to feel the stress and tensions are rising. (Hope we can make it through this). But surprisingly, I think that the bulk of my stress comes from elsewhere, weird isn't it? But I feel that I should correct certain things in my life as they are starting to affect the other aspects in my world.

Well, I think the most pressing thing is my emotional and mental problems. I just found out one thing that I thought I eradicated from my system. I am still afraid to lose things, to people, friends and a lot of other things. Maybe this is why I blocked out my emotions in the first place. Maybe it was also the first emotion I encountered when I went looking for them. But this time it feels different. In the past I would debate with myself if I should be feeling this way. But now I am certain on what I want to keep close to me.

Let me tell you guys a story about a boy who felt so alone even when he knew there were friends who were there to help him. When he was young, he was violent and reckless. Doing whatever that came to his mind, participating in the many playful antics that some would now call mischievous or even dangerous. He lived only for himself and never spared a thought for others. But somehow, he possessed the gift of drawing others towards him. He got along well with his friends most of the time, even if they could not stand his tantrums or demands. He could manipulate and talk his way through many sticky situations. He was fun to be with and was always the centre of attention.

That took a change when he first laid eyes on what he felt was the most ravishing girl in his school. He started thinking for others, started to be nice and understanding. He even made gifts from his own hand to impress the girl. But alas, the dark nature was still very much within him. He was still rebellious and arrogant and when he saw his gifts unappreciated or disposed, he got hurt. For the first time, he felt the sharp arrow of rejection and worthlessness penetrate his heart. He could not explain it but to him, it was the worst feeling in the world.

As the boy grew older, he learned more about life. Although he had just tasted the tip of sorrow and despair, it was just the beginning. When he was 11, the enraged beast within him met its match. Flanked from all sides by parents and teachers alike, they brought forth the wrath of the whip of punishment and the words of discipline. With the wound from the arrow, the knights of maturity showed the beast fear, sorrow and defeat. Never has he felt so helpless nor received so much pain. When the knights left, the boy stared up into the clouds and saw a city within it. A place filled with happiness and joy, freedom and security. There in the sanctuary, he reflected on his sins of the past. How foolish he had been to not see the trail of destruction he left behind him.

As the days passed, the boy saw more of the world. More than he could before the strength within him was sapped from his bones. He realised what was important was not himself, but others. To give and not to take. To help and not to bring harm. To forgive and not to seek revenge. He stared at himself in the mirror and decided that he shall be arrogant no longer.

It took him days, months to suppress his emotions. To control his behaviour and not to react when he was angry or scared. It was painful and depressing, to go against what you are, to define a new person. But eventually, through the guidance of the knights that challenged him, he beast was tamed.

But it still lived within his deepest thoughts and played with his heart...

To be continued....

Vorpus Ardante

2011-09-16T22:39:00.014+08:00

"The light from the sun is our beacon of hope and source of our lives"

Hihi, its been a long time since I last posted but I feel I should. These past few weeks have been interesting to say the least. Many people are stressed over prelims these few days. I am no exception. However, I feel more disturbed in other parts of my life and it is kind of worries me.

Many people say I am weird and few know what is actually going through my mind, but hey that's teenage life for you. However, I do feel better than in a long while. I realise that I can do things and see things in a way I have not done before. maybe it is all part of my epic journey.

Talking about it, I realised how important it is to see things from the different lights. I revisited a side of me I have shunned for years, only to realise that some parts of it were good to my life. Like the fire and the rain, opposites that work together bring about wonders that never cease to capture our imagination. The very miracle of life itself is a living example.

I always believed in the eye of the falcon, to see things far beyond others. To anticipate and have the vision that spans beyond the horizons. They say that if you look far enough into space, you will see the edge of time itself. However, I realise now that the eye of the dragon also hold some insight. The way of the dragon connects people. It is the ability to see the path and not the destination. To be able to analyse and appreciate the things that are right in front of you. Many people has this and to me the best person who demonstrates this is Firehero, with the eye of the dragon, he sees the true light of many situations. They say that the eye of the dragon is a key to the windows of possibilities.

I know how that I must possess both to realise my full potential. If I have told anyone that I have found all my emotions, I regretably realise that I have not. Although they appear once in a while, I still feel I have not felt those feelings in all their purity. Maybe it is just me hiding myself from what some part of me feels, fearing that I would make the same mistakes, trying to keep myself away from harm.

But if its with any consolation, I know I have felt the bond, the link that binds us all together. The will and force to be more than what we are. Although it only comes occasionally, I am glad to be able to experience it. Maybe someday I would find a way to understand its true nature and be able to break myself from these mental chains. Right now, I appreciate all that I have, even though many times I feel that I have not lived up to deserve them and sometimes fearing that I would lose them.

I am still at a loss between the moon and the sun. The conflicts within me are more than enough to drive me over the edge. But I must hold on for the sake of all around me. I know the sun may no longer be within by grasp, but I am content that the rays with it shines

still touch my skin. The moon still remains elusive, changing my point of view at every moment, every instance. I wonder if it knows I look up to see if its light is shining in the sky every night, praying for everything to be all right.

As the winds of change howl and blow around us once more, our influence now becomes stronger. As a wise gypsy once said, "It is not over till you say it is" We decide who we want to be and through the many ripples that our actions create, I hope that we sahll see the light at the end of the tunnel. So I pray for those who feel defeated to find the strength to get back up, those who are at constant mercy of the fears that surround us, find the courage to stand on their ground, those who feel that all is lost, to find the hope to keeping going on.

They say that a door that closes can never open, I say that there is more than one entrance to the destiny which you seek.

"The light of the moon is the guide through the unknown and the hope in our hearts"

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Johnston is on an Epic Journey 2

2011-06-21T23:47:00.003+08:00

Hi everyone!

To those who knew that I embarked on an epic journey last year will be happy to know that I have completed phase uno of it!

But actually I face a bigger challenge than before. More twists and turns and much more on stake. This time, it will not be battle agianst others, but a quest to find myself.

YES TO FIND MYSELF. If this was a movie it would be a sequel where the hero loses his way in his quest to be great and has to find himself, to find inner peace.

Well, so far I believe the most prominent thing now is to start by finding my emotions. I seem to have lost them on the way. Where they are, I am not too sure. But I will look for them. ;)

Many of you may say why bother to find some of them? Like sadness or anger or even fear? They cause nothing but harm and pain. Sometimes we wish for the feeling to disappear, I can tell you this from experience. The worst, and I mean absolute worst feeling in the world in nothingness, hollowness, feeling absolutely nothing. You will feel no joy, no sadness, no fear. You will also feel no drive, no care, no will. You will be an empty shell with only your mind to tell you what to do.

So appreciate your feelings now.

Yes, do not let them control you, but you should not control them either. They should be part of you and you should listen and understand them, and they will do the same.

Well, now back to my journey. So I started out finding my first emotion, FEAR. I can tell you the day was horrible when I found it. He hit me like a wave so massive I could hardly breathe. His grip was so tight it was like an anaconda wrapping itself around me. His touch was so cold that even under the afternoon sun, I was shivering.

But as I talked to him, (yes I talk to myself) I realised why we are given fear. He is not there to torment us or to keep us from doing things that we want to do. Have you ever experienced wanting to do something but suddenly in your mind you ask yourself "what if...?" and then you feel scared that it might come true and stop doing it?

Well I learnt that it is actually ok to be afraid. Once a small boy asked his father, "Daddy, why do we fear?"

The dad replied, "It is so that we may overcome it and have the drive and will to carry on. It is the reason why we live. We live everyday because we fear of death. We make use of our life because we fear that we might regret our actions. Fear gives us the reason why we do anything in our lives."

They say that the opposite of fear is courage. But I believe that fear and courage are one and the same. Like I always say, opposites have more in common than we realise. To have courage is to overcome your fear. To fear is to overwhelm your courage. Thus, fear and courage exist inter-dependent of each other. One cannot live without the other.

The trinity of Fear and Courage is Will. To understand the nature of fear and courage will mean that you will have understand the nature of will. We cannot have will if we do not fear or do not stand up against our fear. It is within our very essence to choose to will. The reason why we were given adreanalien was to be able to feel fear and overcome it. We were given the power of will and it is fear and courage that drives it.

So stop running away from fear as you will be running away from courage and will as well. It is normal for us to fear and we have the power to overcome it and be more than we think we are. Fear gives us our drive and our purpose in doing many things.

"Fear may lead to anger, but it can also lead to courage"

Focus is Key

2011-05-29T22:00:00.003+08:00

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! OH MY GOSH, I think I just wasted 3 days not studying anything! Why is this happening? Come to think of it why am I even writing this post? I should be giving it my all for the Mid-Years.

Its ok I will use this post as a constant reminder to never let this happen agian in my JC life.

I keep telling myself to work but my body does not move, and I have been going out like almost everyday. Its not that I do not want to spend time outside, especially if it is with my family and friends but it is so hard to juggle everything!

But then I remember the words that rang through my head after my PSLE, the same words that ran through the mant texts I have read.

"Nothing is Impossible, If you believe in something hard enough, it will become real"

This statement gave me the strength I needed to push myself into the many realms of science and humanities. It gave me the will to believe in what I wanted to achieve. What this staement actually means is to hust believe in something, but to believe in yourself. To believe that you can make it real. To believe is to give your heart and soul to whatever thing or person. To focus and push through all obstalces, all barriers and rising evertime you fall. To keep believing even if the world does not. To have faith even if it seems hopeless. To keep trying even after you have failed. And to not turn back, even if everone tells you to. But the most important thing is to do something about it. To believe is not to sit back and do nothing. That is called dreaming and dreams cannot be turned into reality without action.

Believing is much more. When you believe, you will not question the purpose of your actions, for you already have the reasons. You will not complain, for you will have known the risks and dangers. You will not back down, for you have something to fight for. And you will have focus and determination, for you have believed.

No one asks, but my favourite animal is the peregrine falcon. The main reason is because when the peregrine falcon knows what it wants, it will go to the ends of the earth and beyond to get it. When it is hunting, it swoops down at a blistering 200 km/hr to seize it and does not change its target once it locks on to it. It is the fastest animal in the world and I hope to be able to learn from its its focus and determination.

Well, I better go study agian. But I will end off wtih this.

"The person with the Eye of the Falcon is said to be able to see the farthest of distances. It gives focus like no other and with it comes unparralled speed and power."

Techno rules the World!

2011-05-21T23:57:00.003+08:00

Hi all, today I think I would like to talk about my favourite genere of music.

That is TECHNO TRANCE!!!!

Haha, alot of you may be wondering why I love techno trance so much so here are a few reasons.

1) To me, techno trance brings me into another world. It feels so elusive and distant. So enchanting and dreamy, it takes me away to another place everytime I hear it.

2) It helps me relax. Even if you guys may not think so, but techno trance is the music I listen to to destress. Because the feeling of techno trance just lifts my spirit up by taking it on a ride, soaring through through the skies and through space. (This is enjoyable for me because I really really want to be able to fly through the skies and the stars. I dream of it everytime I look at the many celestial bodies in the sky)

3) It empowers me like no other genere. (Other than epic music, my other fav!!! =D ) Everytime I hear it I feel like I can take down a dinosaur, RAWR!!! So everytime I need some motivation to carry on through the day, I will recall the many techno songs in my mind.

I hope one day I can make my own techno song. That will be sooooo coooool =P. So far I have not found anyone of my friends who like it. Haha, well its is ok. We all have a little world of our own! Mine is a place that is soooooo crazy it will freak many of my friends. haha! Well enjoy techno!!!!

Here is a song for you guys to enjoy! Click Here

Green and Yellow

2011-05-17T21:41:00.002+08:00

Today is one of those days where I have internal struggles agian.

It is so strange, having history repeat itself so many times. In every generation, I would have a green and a yellow. Why must there always be both of them coming together? And everytime I will have to choose and I usually choose the wrong one. When this happens, I feel like screaming and feel the world break beneath my feet. The problem comes with I do not know which one to choose. I do not know what will happen if I choose one and the strange thing is when I choose one of them, I always seem to get the other.

Green will always make me feel empowered and hopeful, then crush me like paper. Sometimes, it hurts so bad I will just go to one corner and emo. But for some reason I feel that green is bitter sweet and knocks me off my feet and I always seem to come back.

Yellow is different. Yellow makes me feel cheerful and worry-free, but then always seem to remind me of the bad things that can happen if I choose yellow. I can always relate to yellow but I also get mixed feelings too.

I am not sure of what to do. I originally choose green but then time showed me how elusive green can be with my abilities and how disastrous the consequences can be if I choose yellow. It feels like my heart shearding in too. I think the Westlife song "If I let you go" still best describes my dilemma.

Well, I hope an answer comes soon because I really do not want history to repeat itself for the third time. I got to keep on believing that everything takes time.

My blog LIVES!!!!

2011-05-17T21:40:00.001+08:00

Yay, my blog is alive agian! I hope it does not die agian like last time. Maybe I should make it a point to update it once a month. Yeah! stay alive bloggie!

Lessons 01

2010-12-16T00:06:00.001+08:00

Today I was reminded on the lessons of the shaman, the teachings of the Jedi and the values of a teacher.

They share a common vision, common values and teachings, each which I found to be very meaningful.

The first is patience, taught by master to padawan, or from the spirit of the Earth. To be patient is to wait. But it is also to be able to know that things do not happen overnight. A patient man will not only wait, but enjoy the many fruits of his life journey. He is not irritated or frustrated if results do not show. A patient man is able to see what a man has achieved or lost even if on the surface, nothing seemed to have happened. Confucius once said, "It does not matter how fast you go in life, as long as you do not stop."

The second lesson is Perseverance, taught by the trainings of the Jedi or form the spirit of fire. Like the Jedi trainings and fire, Perseverance tests the will of mankind. For that, he must have mastered the first lesson. A man without patience would not persevere for he would give up easily. Perseverance is driven by the fire within the heart and soul of man, and enabled by the will and mind of the body. A person with perseverance is not one who does not give up, for giving up is a part of life. He focuses himself on his ultimate goal and changes strategies. Many heroes we see from television depict scenes where they push themselves against all odds. But those attempts seem easy to us. In fact, obstacles which we are less aware of require a greater sense of perseverance. Pain and problems are usually easily overcome as there is a point of focus. However, many other things such as distractions, peer pressure and temporal excitement and joy are much harder to overcome. This is because we as humans either perceive these things to be of lesser importance or lose our focus because of it. Hence the greatest person who can persevere is not the one who does not accept defeat, but the one who knows oneself and his limits sees defeat as a platform for greater focus.

The third lesson is flexibility and understanding. It is taught by the missions which the Jedi undertake or by the spirit of water. Flexibility is the extent is which we are able to bend our techniques such that they do not conflict with our values and the objective at hand. Most of the time, we must also take in to account the feelings and morals of others. This is where understanding comes in. A man without understanding is like a man who could be the last on Earth and it would not make a difference. With understanding we are able to weigh both sides of many issues and be able to rethink ideas when problems arise. When it comes to problems, many people usually just try to work out a deal, and one side usually has to give way. However, one thing that I have learnt from a book is that compromise is like taking one idea. Co-operation is like combing both ideas. And synergy is not just combining both, but taking the best qualities in each idea and making something new. (That's how 1+1 = 3 in terms of ideas). As you can see, this lesson is based on the idea of "think win-win". A person who is flexible and understanding would not only be able to think of better strategies, but learn from others how they can adopt certain good qualities and make themselves a new and improved person.

The fourth lesson is Association and open-mindedness. No student can excel form one teacher and this is taught after the Jedi graduates and knows about the dark side or from the spirit of Air. Even until today, many pieces of information and professions are different when come from different sources. Take martial arts for example. In China alone, there are hundreds of different styles of martial art. If a person is to excel in the profession, he or she is to be able to receive teachings from many teachers. However, this lesson would not be effective without the first 3 lessons already mastered. Without patience and perseverance, a man would just be a jack of all trades and master of none. He would be interested in one thing and then another. There would be no discipline to master the many aspects of each style if the person has no patience and is not willing to persevere. Without understanding and flexibility, the person would feel conflicted between when he or she has learnt and what is being taught. Understanding and flexibility is required to bring about Association among the various forms that a profession may take and the different professions itself. However, if someone has Association, he or she would find it easier to understand the many things around them. Hence there is a interdependency between these teachings. "The bird can only learn so much in a confined space, but if set free, it will soar."

The last lesson is Humility. Simple as it may sound, it is one of the most important and essential of teachings. Both the teacher and the student must be humble in their ways. Taught by the spirit of Life and the many Jedi Knights, this teaching enables us to learn. Without it, our arrogance will lead to ignorance. This cripples us in learning what we want as our own knowledge clouds the teachings of others. We will become selective and filter out what we deem as wrong or useless before giving it proper thought. Humility does not only mean accepting others, it is knowing and appreciating the gifts of others. The ability to see past your own envy and pride to accept that someone else knows more and learning from it. But like the other lessons, this one does not stand alone. In fact, this lesson cannot hold without the rest as the rest cannot hold with it. We cannot be open-minded if we are not humble, nor can we humble without having the perseverance to improve oneself. This lesson binds the others in a full circle, with each lesson part of a cycle of the other.

With this, I shall end here for now. I cannot say that these teachings must be written in stone or be followed word for word. It is just something I myself have learnt and hope that it may benefit others in their many adventures and endeavours in life. Of course, many of these teachings do not require drastic action. Like how we can change the world, we change ourselves to be better one small act at a time. Many of times it is the small things that people remember and matter to us. In this ever chaotic world, we need more people to be able to learn from each other. To be able to step up and understand each other. To have the perseverance to care for others even if they hurt you because we are all human. To have the open to others and ultimately to respect each other as individuals.

“May the force and the spirits be with you always”

My life lessons: Doubt and Regret

2009-12-14T20:20:00.004+08:00

Why is life so cruel you may ask yourself...

Well, life has many twist and turns. One day you may be the luckiest man on earth. On others, you may be pummelled by its cruelty. Many decisions we make frequently involve following two things. Your emotions and your logic (common sense).

A person who uses emotions to decide normally would be influenced by his friends, his family and his immediate response to any situation. He would be driven to do many things that he would think is appropriate for that particular situation. He would have sight and no vision, often reckless and impulsive. But he is also faithful and motivated, believing in his actions and hoping that everything will turn out right.

A person who uses logic to decide however always tries to look at the bigger picture. He does not trust his instincts and would not change his decision easily. He would take a while to ponder before making a decision and would often lose opportunities because of this. A person like this would have vision and no sight, often insensitive. But a person like this would be analytical and practical and would most likely make use of his opportunities well provided they do not escape him first.

Both groups adopt different ways to live life. However some may change groups in different situations. But back to the point at hand. Both groups share the same problems. Even with countless beliefs and calculations both groups still face the problem of doubt.

Yes, doubt affects us all. It clouds our mind and makes us hesitate. It causes us to lose hope and give up. You might have had a situation where you were presented with choices in which you are doubtful. Will this answer be the right one? Am I doing the right thing? Will I hurt her if I do this? Such questions will break us if not handled properly.

Even after you have made your decision, you would still be affected by doubt. You would ask yourself whether a better consequence would have resulted if you chose a different path. If doubt persists, then regret follows. All the past decisions that did not turn out well, you will most likely regret them. I am no exception. Ever felt that you should have done something else after you have made a decision? If this worsens, regret would cause you to lose your self-esteem and depression would arrive at your doorstep.

So you should not worry too much about your past decisions or how your decisions now would affect the future. Know what you have to do, make sure it is the right thing and get it done. Do not let doubt or regret affect your decisions. Treat every decision like it was your first. Do what you can towards the right decision and believe in it. Many have let doubt change their decisions even when they first chose the best possible path. Plan for the worst and hope for the best...

What, When, Why, Who, Where, How? The past is filled with regret and the future is filled iwth doubt. But the NOW, is the thing that you can change. You have regretted a decision in the past? Learn from it. Doubtful about the future? Have faith now. Now is the thing that you can influence, the object without doubt nor regret. It is the period of time where whatever you do is certain. That's why it is called present.

Chapter 8

2009-03-10T17:44:00.001+08:00

Satan awoke with a start. He looked up and noticed that he was facing Bob, his trainer. Bob rushed to help him up while giving him a concerned look.

“What happened? All I remember was fighting with Michael, then nothing.” sighed Satan, clutching his right arm which was scarred with the burns of the gauntlet.

Bob scratched his head and replied, “I ‘m not particularly sure… Many thought that you were killed my Michael…” Satan gave a sneer to that remark but bob continued, “It looks like Michael has run off into the marshes of Zerihm. Not sure why, but it is a dangerous place.”

Satan struggled to get up, feeling the agony and pain on his entire body. Bob looked at him nervously and walked forward to rest his hand on Satan’s shoulder. “Well, I hope that you don’t stress yourself too much. Frederick and Samuel need my assistance to deal with the incident of Michael’s” Bob then saw Satan gazing out into the window facing the Zerihm Marshes.

“These are dark times” sighed Bob, “Take care of yourself…” And with that, Bob exited the room.

“So it is.” mumbled Satan under his breadth.

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The trio entered the rundown house… no rundown hut to be exact. There, skulls hung from the ceiling, numerous signs drawn by blood filled the walls. A small fire was burning in the centre of the hut and in a corner; a large cauldron was boiling a murky, blue substance that produced a stench that caused Thomas to turn green.

“Sit…Please… you are my guests here…” said the witch in a high-pitched voice that sounded like nails on a scratchboard. She pointed towards three stumps behind the trio and stood looming over the fire. The trio sat down with much caution, given how cunning and twisted some witches are, especially one in a swamp.

“So… what have we here? A warrior from cybertron, an alchemist and an archangel… what can I do for you?” asked the witch smiling at Triton as though he was a tasty snack.

Thomas stood up, surprisingly with much calmness and spoke, “You must be the oracle, the link between the gods and the mortal world, the last prophet of this land.”

“You know your facts well, young one. And what have you three come to seek in this dark and dangerous place?” replied the witch, scanning the trio with her beady little eyes that shone crimson.

“We have come for your knowledge and guidance. We are in need for an explanation. My friend here has been attacked by an unknown force and it seems to originate form a sign of some sort.”

“Let me see the sign” asked the witch, stretching out her right hand.

Michael stood up and passed her the piece of paper with the sign that he had drawn. The witch took it with both hands and held it close to her eyes. After a brief pause, she threw the paper into the fire and a massive fireball ignited into the shape and form of the sign. Triton was thrown off his seat while Michael and Thomas marveled at the flames.

The witch then broke the silence, “That, is the mark of destruction, used by the daemon lords…”

“We know that already” commented Triton, helping himself up.

“Then maybe you would like to tell the story.” mocked the witch.

Triton just sat back on the stump staring and growling at the witch.

“As I was saying, this is mark of destruction. It was first known before this world even started. In fact, this was from another world. It was given to beings who had mastered the art of disassociation or the art of ripping apart objects molecule by molecule.” continued the witch, “It is also present in one of the three gods who created this world…Zomorak.”

“You mean this sign belonged to Zomorak?” interrupted Michael.

“I never said that.” answered the witch, looking away, “Zomorak was only given the sign. The origin of the sign dates back several thousand years ago. Its creator is more powerful than all the gods combined. However, that being, even I can’t tell you. He is but a legend, a spectre in the darkness.”

“How do we rid one of such a mark?” ask Michael, who seems to be the only one paying such close attention.

“To get of it… there are many ways. But a most obvious choice is to use the opposite sign, the sign of creation.” replied the witch.

“Duh” commented Triton.

The witch ignored Triton and continued, “the being must be exposed to the power of the sign of creation long enough for both powers to cancel each other out. Where do you find such a sign? To us mortals, it is almost impossible, unless you have dealings with beings of creation.”

Michael was about to ask another question when suddenly, the witch raised her hand saying, “That is all you need to know…for now. I sense a great destiny that await you young ones. All of you will be part of something great, something that will be remembered. Especially you…” as the witch pointed towards Michael.

“Now, BE GONE!!!” shrieked the witch as she open her palm, that revealed a surge of energy which caused Michael and the others to be sucked into the vortex.

Chapter 7

2008-11-29T20:56:00.002+08:00

The guards got up, only to see Frederick’s worried face over them. Beside him were several elite guards but they had swords instead of spears. Frederick helped the guards up and gazed at the open gate.

“What happened dear chap?” Frederick asked with worriedly.

The guards tried to maintain their posture. Given their injuries, they could barely stand. One of them, who had bloodshot eyes replied, “Two, no three people, about the age of 20, left the compounds sire. I think that they’re contestants. I recognize one of them, a tall big guy. He was in one of the first matches this morning.”

“They overpowered you?” asked Frederick again.

“No, we could hold them off. Only until… *cough*” the guard choked.

“Only until that blasted alchemist threw that vial containing the blood of trolls. Burned me it did.” The other guard interrupted.

Frederick stood up to examine the place. He saw some scratches on the walls and floors that were most probably made by a sword. He then examined the liquid that burned one of his guards. Indeed, it was blood that belonged to the trolls. The dark blue liquid which could heal the injuries of goblins, orcs and even dragons would burn everything else. He rose and saw Samuel walking briskly towards him.

“Oh, Frederick, I am so glad I found you. Have you seen Michael? I have not seen him anywhere.” Samuel asked with much anxiety.

“Well, I only saw that chap at the wards…” Something struck Frederick at that moment, “You don’t suppose… Samuel old friend, have you seen that alchemist, what was his name?”

“Thomas” Samuel answered.

“Yes, that. Have you by any chance seen him as well? Oh yes, and Triton too. Have you seen both of them?”

Samuel rubbed his head and thought hard. After a few moments, he replied, “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen that group at all after we left them at the ward.”

Frederick’s face suddenly turned pale. After glancing and the guards and Frederick’s pale impression, Samuel spoke, “What happened here? It looks as though someone had a fight here.”

“Someone broke out shortly before we came. Well I … I believe… How should I put this…?” Frederick hesitated for a while and said, “I believe that those three young chaps of yours are involved.”

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“Are you sure you know where you’re going, we’ve been walking for hours!” complained Triton as his foot got stuck again in the swampy grounds of the wilderness. It is already dawn and yet, the swamps are still as dark as the night. The trees there were mostly dead. Those that are still living only live to watch worms eating into their barks. The only vegetation that managed to bear these harsh conditions was the blackbushes, which were not found anywhere else. The ground was hardly solid. Usually, it will squelch and purple bubbles would pop out of the ground. The stench there was putrid, but the trio had to persevere on these harsh conditions. They had already exhausted most of their supplies to the wild creatures which attacked them for food. For hours now, all of them have been walking but had not caught even a glimpse of their destination.

“Stop complaining, you big oaf. Just keep walking.” replied Michael whose only possession now was his sword.

“I bet I could find a way out of this dump better than that mad scientist.” commented Triton in a harsh voice.

“I’d like to see you try. I bet you will get yourself lost even if you had the map right in your face.” mocked Michael who gave Triton a cheeky grin.

“Hush it you guys, there are still many wild creatures around here. You don’t want to attract their attention do you?” interrupted Thomas.

Suddenly, a purple haired monkey shot out from the trees and snatched Thomas’s map. Thomas barely even caught sight of it and tumbled to the ground. Triton and Michael already gave chase but were blocked by a pack of lizardmen and several giant balisks who normally dominated this swamps. The purple monkey looked back and laughed at the trios’ effort, slapping his bottom at the same time.

Triton burst with anger, “YOU STUPID MONKEY!!! YOU BETTER GET YOUR BUTT HERE SO THAT I CAN INTRODUCE IT TO MY GOOD HAMMER!!!”

The monkey gave a giggle at Triton, pulled a funny face and disappeared into the swamps. Triton tried to give chase but was knocked back by the scaly tail of a balisk. He rose, unsheathed his hammer and gave a loud battlecry before charging towards the creatures.

“Pretty primitive for a warrior of cybertron.” commented Thomas who had just imbued Michael’s sword with some sort of chemical.

Michael laughed briefly on Thomas’s comment and received back his sword. He then charged towards the lizardmen who already had bows drawn and aiming at the screaming Triton who was swinging his hammer around apparently with some skill. Michael caught the lizardmen by surprise and struck the first one down with ease. He swung his sword over to the second only to be knocked over by a charging balisk. Michael fell to the ground as fear took over him. His looked up to see the balisk’s dragon-like face and just as the balisk was going to dive his head into Michael’s flesh, a shockwave sent the scaly creature flying.

“That was for blocking my way.” shouted Triton who had already activated his cybertron seal. He continued to charge towards the lizardmen and threw his hammer which hit directly on a lizardman’s face. The poor creature screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground.

“You alright?” Triton asked Michael who nodded in return, “Then pick up your sword and fight!”

Michael paused in astonishment of Triton’s fighting spirit before grabbed Triton’s hand and got up. Triton handed Michael his sword and continued his onslaught amongst the lizardmen. Michael followed closely behind Triton, and now he felt a new found strength within him.

The pair fought the lizardmen fiercely. But with the help of the balisk, their foes proved formidable. Thomas, behind a cluster of trees finally found enough courage to draw his wand and aid his friends.

But just as he was to cast a spell, triton shouted, “Leave this to us, go and find your map from that bloody monkey!”

Thomas nodded and started to cast a tracking spell on immediately to locate the purple monkey’s location. The seal in which he summoned morphed its pattern repeatedly until it came to a stop. He located the monkey and headed in its direction, leaving his friends to hold off the lizardmen.

Meanwhile, Triton had just smashed the skull of one lizardman with his giant hammer, sending the creature flying into the bushes. Michael, on the other hand had to parry off four attacks at a time. No longer able to call upon his seal’s power, Michael felt helpless. Now, it all depended on his own physical strength whether he will be able to get out of this ordeal alive. Michael had hardly battled any foe without his seal other than his trainers who held back during his training. This was his first time in a battle where he had to rely on himself and use all that he had learnt in normal combat training.

Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip onto his sword before decapitating one of the lizardman and thrusting his sword into another.

In the meantime, Thomas was busy chasing the purple monkey in the swamps. Once, he almost caught it, but fell into a pool of mud that was so deep he thought he was stuck. In frustration, he took out his wand to blast himself out and wanted to immobilize the purple monkey for good. But he hesitated and his conscience got the better of him. Before he knew it, he had lost the purple monkey. He sighed under his breath and casted another tracking spell.

At the same time, Triton had just silenced the balisk while Michael handled the remaining lizardmen. Victory was soon theirs but one of the lizardman took out a horn and blew into it, releasing a low and mellow sound.

“Stop him! He’s calling for help!” hollered Triton who threw his hammer at that particular lizardman in anticipation. The lizardman dodged the attack but he met with Michael’s blade which left the lizardman in pieces.

But it was too late. A high pitched screech was heard and almost immediately, a large green, scaly, flying lizard with eyes painted dark red burst through the bushes and seized Triton by his shoulders.

“A wyren!” exclaimed Michael who recovered from the force created by this mighty beast.

“You don’t think I know that? GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” screamed Triton who was now thirty feet in the air.

Meanwhile, Thomas was still hunting the purple monkey. Thomas spotted the monkey eating berries from some purple bushes. It seemed to be their natural habitat as there were more purple monkeys there. This time, Thomas wasted no time and blasted an immobilization spell from his wand. As he drawed the map towards him using his wand, the other monkeys spotted him and started to attack. Thomas let out a cry for help and started to run as fast as he could. He was so frantic that he did not notice the giant beast atop of him.

“Let me go you overgrown iguana!” insulted Triton as he punched the beast at its talons. The wyren’s skinned seemed too thick and even after numerous punches, the wyren hardly seem to notice it.

“Playing tough eh?” said Triton as he tried to reached for his dagger in his pocket. “Darn this confounded beast.”

As the wyren performed a horizontal spin towards the right to avoid some once high growing trees, the dagger flew out of Triton’s pocket and he almost lost it to the depths below.

Grabbing it tightly with both hands, he forced the dagger into the flesh of the beast.
“Take that! Ugly Mongrel!” screamed Triton as he pushed the dagger in deeper. Fresh red blood spurted from the wound sending the massive beast falling in pain.

The beast collapsed onto the ground just in front of Thomas, who fell in shock. After releasing Triton, the great beast took off and fled into the wilderness, screaming at the deep wound in it’s talons that would probably take months to heal. Triton slowly got up and stared at Thomas’s hand with the map and gave him a thumbs-up before falling back to the ground.

“Triton, are you alright?” asked Thomas worriedly.

“Just tell me we’ve reached where that pipsqueak wants to go…” replied Triton in exhaustion.

Just then Michael ran in from the bushes and asked, “Triton is he ok?”

“He’s fine, and according to the map, our destination is not too far away. It should be just behind us…” answered Thomas, trying to make sense of the map.

“You boys looking for me?” a high-pitched cackle filled the silence of the swamps. The trio turned and somehow, behind the bushes of the purple monkeys hid a small hill, about several meters high. There atop of it, was a hut and in it was something Michael couldn’t make out but was sure it was a person with a tattered robe.

Then, the person stood into the light. There stood an old woman, whose wrinkles covered her entire face. She had a crooked nose with warts all over her skin and hands which were so skinny, they were like bone. A purple monkey came to rest upon her right shoulder. She examined the trio and paid close attention to Thomas. Then she opened her mouth and spoke, “I believe so…”

Chapter 6

2008-10-28T18:01:00.000+08:00

The crystal blue moon shone full that night, which meant that their chances of sneaking out minimized. The trio, Michael, Triton and Thomas, scampered through the facility, while glancing left and right to ensure that they did not catch any guards’ attention. They heard a footstep, and immediately, retreated into the darkness of the corridors.

A distant voice spoke, “I most definitely heard something this time. I think it came from over there.”

“These kids just don’t know how to be disciplined. Taking them to the military camps would be a wise thing to do.” came another more harsh voice.

“Guards, be silent…” whispered Michael.

“Said the man who raised his child in the library.” mocked the first guard.

“Humph! Your child did not do any better… Anyway, there’s nothing here, let’s go. I’ve wasted enough time in my life.” sneered the second guard. With that, the dimming footsteps of the guards sounded the corridors once more, along with some murmuring that the trio could not comprehend.

“I told you this was a bad idea. Why did you have to drag me into this?” hissed Thomas as he gave Michael a nudge.

Michael just placed a finger on his lips, giving Thomas a serious look. Thomas had no other choice but to keep his frustration to himself. Michael slowly rose and scanned the hallway. Then, when he was satisfied he signaled the rest to follow. They wandered through more corridors and the journey seemed forever.

“Do you even know where we’re going?” questioned Triton with frustration.

“Yes I do and if you could do me a favor, please be quiet!” There was a tone of annoyance in Michael’s voice. Thomas knew it was not Triton, but the fact that he really was lost. Triton just rolled his eyes and followed closely behind.

Finally, in the shadows, they saw the gate at which they each had once entered, and now seeking to exit it. Although in the night, the gate still shone in the moonlight, with golden harpoon-like bars that protruded out of the ground and the walls. On both sides, there were two guards standing, each with a spear in their hands. They had a red crest on their shoulders which signified that they were indeed elite guards and are not to be trifled with. A sense of accomplishment and worriment stirred inside of Michael. He turned to Thomas who shrugged.

“We need to think of something to get past those guards.” muttered Michael to Thomas.

“Who goes there?” shouted one of the guards who was now looking in their direction.

Immediately, Michael dragged Triton and Michael behind a wall. Thoughts emblazed his mind, “By Ior, these guards are like supercharged! How could they have heard me from this distance?”

“I am giving you 3 seconds to reveal yourselves or I would put you under arrest!” hollered the guard whose voice challenged Triton’s.

“My God, they must have seen us! What to do…what to do?” the thoughts in Michael’s mind ran about in a frenzy.

“Hey, you do know how to get us out of this, do you?” whispered Triton, who looked at Michael hopefully.

“ONE!” shouted the guard.

“My powers and skills aren’t strong enough to subdue an elite guard let alone two!” muttered Michael fearfully.

“Neither am I” admitted Triton who has already unsheathed his weapon. Michael’s expression became frantic and then the grabbed Thomas by the shoulders.

“TWO!” another shout was heard.

Michael’s expression became frantic and then the grabbed Thomas by the shoulders.

“You…You are an alchemist right?” mumbled Michael and Thomas nodded his head immediately, “Then could you please help us find something… anything that could subdue them?”

“I …I don’t know” babbled Thomas.

“LAST CHANCE!” hollered the guard.

“Just try…please.” said Michael as he let go of Thomas, who began searching through his pouch which hung from his waist.

Michael exited the confines of the wall and revealed himself, mind still a blur.

“Hey, hey… let’s not get violent here. Me and my friends just want to go out o the Arena for a short while.” said Michael as he tried to calm himself, “Would you, handsome young gentlemen, let us through?”

“On what reason?” spoke the guard in a softer but still serious tone.

“Emm… Well, Frederick asked me to go out to fetch some crystal wine from the nearby Tavern outside.” Explained Michael while keeping his composure, “You know how he likes his wine…must be fresh from the Tavern.”

“Then he should have given you a letter stating permission that we allow you to leave this facility, where is it?” demanded the guard, hand raised out.

Michael paused for a moment as he glanced back and forth, left and right. Then, almost instantly he unsheathed his sword and charged towards the guards.

“A runner! Raise the alarm!” screamed the guard to his partner. The partner nodded and ran for the lever which would sound the alarm.

Michael rushed towards the lever as well, but the other guard struck him from behind, leaving him on the floor in seconds. He quickly got up, avoiding a deadly blow which would have left him unconscious. He exchanged blows with the guard, struggling to keep up with his speed.

The sound of metal clashing reached Tritons ears, who mumbled under his breath, “That idiot…” He rose and left Thomas to search for something that would successfully subdue the guards.

Michael saw Triton approaching and shouted, “Don’t worry about me, get the guard who is activating the alarm.”

“Where?” replied Triton, who found himself parrying with the same guard as Triton.

At that moment, a loud screeching siren filled the hallways.

“Great, now look what you’ve done!” shouted Michael who just dodged a strike from the guard’s spear which could have impaled him.

“Me? It was you who pissed of the guards!” yelled Triton, as he backed away from three blows from the guard.

“Found it!” cried Thomas behind the wall.

“About time!” barked Triton who was fighting the other guard who had returned to help his partner.
Thomas ignored Triton words and took out a seemingly small and empty bottle and threw it at the first guard which exploded a cloud of white gas. The guard screamed as he held his hands onto his eyes and collapsed to the floor. Thomas then threw another smaller vial which contained a dark blue liquid towards the second guard. It exploded like the bottle but it poured out the liquid onto the guard, nearly hitting Triton. The Guard started burning at the touch of the liquid and fell to ground shrieking.

Triton backed away and shouted at Thomas, “A little closer and I may be a fried chicken!”

“What did you do to them?” Michael asked, sheathing his sword.

Thomas was about to reply when they heard loud footsteps coming their way from the left hallway which illuminated brighter and brighter, most probably from a torch.

“No time, let’s go.” said Thomas as he rushed out of the gate with Triton. Michael took one last look at the Arena and followed Thomas into the wilderness.

Chapter 5

2008-10-21T23:18:00.001+08:00

“No, it couldn’t be. It was just there…” the thoughts of doubt and hope encircled in Michael’s mind as fear clouded it.

“Are you sure you did not misplace it?” asked Thomas, foraging the room for any possible clue to Michael’s loss. Michael just shook his head wildly as he continued to find his gauntlet.

“You must remember the last time you saw it, don’t you?” asked Thomas as he crouched down to peer under the bed.

“Well, I can only remember having it in my fight with Satan… You don’t think he took it?” replied Michael as he tore of the bed sheets and emptied the drawers. Triton suddenly rose and headed for the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Thomas shouted, “You’re supposed to help Michael find his gauntlet.”

Still heading towards the door, Triton retorted, “I am helping. I am going to ask that boy Satan whether he took your gauntlet.” He seized his hammer which was lying on the side of the door and headed off.

A feeling of pity built up inside Michael and he thought that it was best that he followed him, leaving a flabbergasted Thomas behind.

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it.” said Michael in authority.

Triton turned around, his emerald eyes glared in to Michael’s. “Look, do you want your precious little gauntlet or not?” threatened Triton slowly.

Michael felt anger rising into him but shook it off. He just nodded his head and Triton gave him a smirk. “I thought so” mocked Triton.

They reached the room in which Satan was kept. Triton slammed the door open and marched in. There lying like a corpse on the bed was Satan. Michael inspected his injuries and found that Satan’s condition was much worse than his. He even had some parts still stained fresh red with blood from their encounter with the unknown being which seemed to emerge from within Satan.

Triton showed no pity and snatched Satan’s collar, hollering, “YOU! IF YOU TOOK MICHAEL’S GAUNLET, YOU BETTER GIVE IT BACK OR I SWEAR THAT I WILL BREAK EVERY, SINGLE, BLOODY BONE IN YOUR BODY” With that, Triton threw Satan back down, who just moaned in reply.

Triton pointed a long and meaty finger towards Satan and screamed, “DON’T FAKE IN FRONT OF ME! I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE IT! GIVE IT –”

“STOP IT! Can’t you see he is an injured man? If you want to question him, do it when he is better!” interrupted Michael with his voice rising after each word.

“I don’t trust this worthless piece of trash. He might very well be the assassin who attacked me! He might be the host of a demon who would one day destroy everything! You think this “thing” deserves pity?” argued Triton with a voice which could challenge he sound of thunder.

“How do you know that he has this “so-called” demon inside him? LOOK! His gauntlet was lost as well. If he took my gauntlet, then why would he lose his as well?” Michael’s anger was building up so rapidly that he found himself hand ready at his sword.

“I still don’t trust him. They are all the same. Demons, they raid towns, villages, cities just for their amusement. And when they are finished, they leave the dying to rot.” Triton’s tone suddenly becomes extremely solemn, “You do not know what I have been through Michael, the pain, the misery, the suffering. They attack your homes not only at night, but some in broad daylight. I have seen it, felt it, and even embraced it. You know little of these demons.”

Triton then took one last look at Satan and then left the room. Michael’s anger for Triton was suddenly flushed away. He gazed at Satan, and realized that Satan was feeling a same pain as Triton did before. He needed to help him, but how?

As he re-entered his room, he saw Thomas still helping to search for his gauntlet.

“Some discussion, what happened?” asked Thomas as he lifted up some chairs and tables.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” replied Michael as he lay on his bed, “You better get some rest.”

Thomas nodded and left the room quietly, leaving Michael, who was immersed in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea to save Satan hit him like a ton of bricks. He immediately rose and rummaged through the desk beside his bed. He held up a piece of paper and on it, was the sign that he had drawn earlier. He smiled to himself, extremely satisfied with the idea that he had thought of and treaded out of his room.

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It was the last match of the day and Triton was watching at the sidelines. The sound of swords and shields colliding into each other seemed to amuse him. He chuckled as the one of the competitors stumbled and fell nearly costing him the match.

Thomas ran into the hallway looking completely exhausted and said to Triton, “I finally… found you… (pant) Do you know where Michael (pant) is?”

“How would I know? He is probably with his new best friend. The injured man in the room upstairs.” scorned Triton who was still facing the arena as the last competitor fell.

“He has been missing since this morning. Come’ on, you experienced the same thing as he did. Furthermore, you are his friend.” Thomas tried to persuade Triton as best as he could.

Triton turned to Thomas and said, “Firstly, I am NOT is friend. Secondly, if he is missing, why should I care? He has that “coach” Samuel to take care of him. And thirdly, I don’t think he like me very much either.

“Well, Samuel has been missing too after he went of with Frederick. And you are the only one who can help us. What’s more, Michael broke you from your trance. So technically, you do owe him something.” argued Thomas and he glared at Triton.

“You know, you and Michael are so alike. Fine, I’ll go on your little “scavenger hunt”.” smirked Triton as he walked ahead of Thomas. Thomas just smiled and followed behind. Triton went up a few flights of stairs, through a corridor and passes a room where the sick are treated. Thomas then knew exactly where they were going and immediately spoke.

“Look, if you are thinking of going to his room, I have already checked it.”

“Do you trust me or not?” replied Triton as he made his way down another hallway and into Michael’s room

“It is not that, I just checked there before and I am telling you he is not-” Thomas paused as the gazed at Michael who was busily packing supplies into three rucksacks.

“Told you so” laughed Triton, but Thomas ignored that remark and asked, “Michael, what do you think you are doing?”

Michael wrapped up the rucksacks and tossed two of them to Triton and Thomas. He carried the last rucksack and explained to Thomas’s confusion, “Well, I decided to find out what that mark I saw meant and how to remove it. So, I would need your help to do this task with me.”

Thomas and Triton looked at each other in bewilderment as Michael gave them a small grin.

Chapter 4

2008-09-16T21:27:00.004+08:00

Michael eyes opened, however with much difficulty. An intense glare of light pierced his eyes. His bones ached, his muscles were stiff and his mind was still a blur. Around him, he heard mutterings like “he’s awake” and “hey, are you alright?” He groaned in pain as he turned around and was greeted by Samuel’s relieved face.

“You were out cold for a few days, what were you doing in the hallway of Zoromak?” asked Samuel as gently as he could. Michael tired to get up and was helped by Samuel. Here, he saw Frederick, the announcer of the games who had his signature bright vermilion suit on, Thomas, his good messy-haired friend since he was young who now wore a cloak around his navy blue shirt. His belt had bottles and vials strapped on to it. And surprisingly, Triton, who was sitting in one corner of the room in a more causal piece of clothing with his large hammer strapped to his back.

“You ok chap?” said Fredrick with a sense of merriment.

“Just fine, thank you. Thomas! I did not know you were here. You were supposed to be in Crimsonhills practicing your alchemy.” Replied Michael as he massaged his bruised head to make him feel more comfortable.

“Well, your old friend here decided to come and cheer you on. I spotted him just after your match with Triton.” said Samuel while giving a harsh glance towards Thomas, “You have good friends here Michael.” Thomas just simply smiled towards Michael.

Michael looked at his limbs and chest. They all had burn marks scarred onto them. He tried to massage one, but was felt painful stings as he did. He quickly returned his hand and sighed with worry.

“Our healers couldn’t remove them, sad to say.” Apologized Frederick, “I’ve never seen burn marks like these since I saw a Daemon. Hah! Fought one myself I did.”

Michael’s gaze turned to Triton and immediately Samuel spoke, “We found out that he experienced similar burns. We also realized that he could not remember anything from that match or anything after he stepped into the arena. It was as though he was possessed by someone…”

“Or something…” Triton interrupted, now standing in front of Michael, “this only happened after I fought with this dark… assassin if my judgment was correct, before I set off for the arena. He was a tough opponent, swift and deadly. But one folly from him made him open. I struck, but to my amazement, flames that burned like the pit of hell scorched through my veins. Although I did not fall unconscious like you did, I would sometimes have this gap in my mind. I gap that I could not recall what fit in it and strange things always happened after that.”

Michael stared down thinking, “Could he be possessed at this very instant? He could not tell. But one thing was certain was that he would find out who or what Satan was talking to and-”

“Satan!” , that name flooded his mind with anger and hate, yet was also filled it with pity and compassion. Satan had been used by this “thing” and had suffered from it. “Frederick, did you find another person where you found me?” asked Michael with sudden anxiety.

“Aye, he’s just a few rooms away, still unconscious, poor kid.” replied Frederick with a little sympathy in his tone, “wished I could have done more.”

“I heard him talking with someone in the hallway. It sounded mellow and deep.” muttered Michael to the rest, “its voice sounded like a demon of some sort.” Everyone stared at him in either amazement on in utter shock.

“Did you see how he did it?” said Samuel, breaking the silence.

“No, unfortunately, I was discovered before I got close enough.” sighed Michael.

“Are you sure lad, he did not have any form of sign or mark on him that might suggest a little of his unknown companion?” said Frederick with great anxiety.

“No sir, I can’t remember much in that battle. It is as though his companion removed it from my head.” said Michael as he thought hard.

“Well, enough talking, the next match is about to start and I need to be present for the duel to commence.” said Frederick, trying to retain his posture while looking at his well-crafted, golden watch, “You should be getting some rest… Come ‘on Samuel, you should see the next battle, pretty exciting. The wizard of Kingoran against the warlock from the marshes of Zerihm. What do you say old chap, for old time’s sake, eh?”

Samuel briefly nodded and left the room, taking one last look at Michael, forcing a smile. Michael knew that they were not going off together just for the “exciting” match. But his thoughts did not pursue it for the time being.

All of a sudden, Michael’s head felt as though it was a balloon, pressurized, stretched to a point of incredible tension. He wailed in the pain that impaled his mind. Flashes of the “forgotten” duel with Satan gushed back into him. Triton and Thomas tried their very best to support him and preventing him from hurting himself. In the chaos, Thomas got struck squarely in the belly as he tried to keep Michael in his bed.

The pain mysteriously ceased as soon as it began, but for Michael, it was as though it had been years. He stared blankly into space, and then suddenly sprang up, accidentally striking the recovering Thomas. With an apology, Michael seized a pencil and began to draw. Triton helped Thomas up and they went over to see what Michael drew. It was a sign. No, it was more of a mark. It resembled the letter “S” with two curved lines on each side. Sort of like an emblazoned “S”.

“I remembered this… on his hand; it kind of had a mind of its own. I remembered that he screamed, of such pain, such misery, such agony…” mumbled Michael as he turned to the pair, “Do any of you want this symbol represents?”

Only Thomas reacted. He was in total shock and was now rummaging through the sack the brought along and took out an old but sturdy book. He flipped it open and fretfully flipped through the pages until certain page. He passed it to Michael and Triton looked from behind. On it was the exact same symbol, just that in that book, it was blood red. The two gazed on it and turned to Thomas for an explanation.

“That… That mark has not been seen in thousands of years” stammered Thomas.

“We know that already, it is in this book. We want to know what it means.” said Triton with amazing calmness.

“That mark… as my master taught me was the mark used by, as our people call it, the Zel-narks, or more commonly known as the mark of destruction. It is used by the Daemon lords from the “outside”. The other worlds.” spluttered Thomas hesitantly.

“So, this… thing who Satan communicates to is a daemon lord?” questioned Triton.

“It could be. But my knowledge of this symbol or runes is quite shallow. If you really want to know more about that mark, I know someone whom can help you. He lives not very far from the arena. But the journey will be treacherous.” Replied Thomas as he tried to calm himself.

“Well, if anything that hurts you comes along, I’ll just crush it like a bug.” chuckled Triton as he turned towards Michael, “You also have him to help you, right Michael?”

Michael nodded and replied, “Of course we would like to meet him. Just lead the way and if anything hostile comes, rest assured that I will silence it. For I am a-”

Michael’s eyes began to be engulfed in fear and horror. He rummaged through his arms, hoping that whatever he was thinking was proved wrong.

“What's wrong?” asked Triton.

“This” replied Michael with much despair as the held out his left arm. There, just lay a naked arm where the angel gauntlet had once been.

Chapter 3

2008-09-09T22:14:00.008+08:00

Michael slowly headed back to his room through a hallway he had rarely ventured. He tried to locate a corridor which will bring him to a place which he hoped was familiar to him.

“Hmm… let’s see… that one or that one.” mumbled Michael to himself as he glanced around the dimly lit hallway, “I knew I should have taken the left turn. Darn…”

He took a few steps toward the nearest bend, looking back as he went. In his ear, he could hear faint noises that he could not make out. He tried to move further into the bend as silently as he could. As he did, the sounds became words. One voice who spoke them sounded all too familiar. The other was one which was totally unknown but somehow froze his blood as it spoke.

“This kid is strong. He uses his head…” mellowed the low and demonic voice that echoed through the rooms.

“It doesn’t matter; I will crush him like all the others. He just got lucky in his previous fight.” replied a harsh voice which spoke with hatred.

“Be cautious young one. He may be the one that could stop you. His way of fighting, his aura, his crest, looks much like-” the mellow voice paused, making the hallway completely silent.

“I better start running” thought Michael as he turned. What greeted him were eyes full of anger, which glared fiercely at him.

“What are you doing here Blondie?” sneered the dark figure which now backed Michael to a corner.

“Eh… I was just finding my way back to my room. So if you don’t mind.” Replied Michael softly.

“Kill him” boomed the demonic voice which seem to come from nowhere.

Satan unsheathed his blade which portrayed those of a bat. The blade started to shine blood-red as he prepared to thrust the blade into Michael’s flesh. Michael reacted quickly by placing his crest into his gauntlet saying the exact same words as before “Divine gauntlet… Angel seal!” An intense light burst from his gauntlet, blasting Satan away in a massive force.

“You’re going to get it” snarled Satan as he got up. His once free hand now also with a crest, one with the outline of a devil’s head embedded on it. “Demonic gauntlet… Devil seal!” screamed Satan as he thrust it into his gauntlet on his right hand. A similar flash of light engulfed him but this time; it burned like the flames of hell. What came out was Satan with his demonic armor. Half-matured horns grew form his helmet, claws also protruded from his gauntlets and flames ran through his scaly plate.

“Ok…” commented Michael as he unsheathed his crimson sword. Satan advanced, advanced quickly. Michael had to move back to keep up with the blows from his demonic rival, whom again forcing him to a corner. Michael leapt to the wall and jumped from pillar to pillar, only to realize that his adversary crumbled the path behind him. Satan summoned up three surges of energy from his now blood-red sword and casted them towards he angel knight. Michael deflected the first one but had to perform an aerial barrel roll to dodge the other two. As he landed, the wall behind him shattered from the force of the surges.

Satan immediately responded by charging towards Michael, his blade glowing more and more intense. Michael quickly exposed his blade to the rays of sunlight which shone through the cracks in the ceiling made by the shattered wall. His blade also started to glow with increasing intensity as his advanced to face his opponent.

The blades met, sending a shockwave across the hallway. They exchanged blows, creating quite an amazing display of lights from their glowing blades. The shockwaves produced by the two blasted away furniture, lights and even the remaining walls. Michael tried to take flight to gain the upper hand but was only returned by a barrage of flames from the hands of Satan. Michael got up and did a series of similar motions from his previous fight, his blade glowing as bright as the sun. Satan also did a series of actions, with his blade glowing like a hundred rubies.

Both of them leaped screaming, “Celestius, Illuminate, Holy Might!” and “Celestius, Inferno, Burning Slash!”

The surges of energy exploded as they collided into one another, sending a massive force which devastated the hallway, leaving only the two exhausted combatants standing on each end.

“Enough of this…” rumbled the demonic voice again from nowhere.

Satan’s gauntlet suddenly rose up by its own. A mark which Michael had never seen before drew on it from Satan’s blood. Satan screamed, in total agony, pain and suffering. The mark instantly glowed rapidly and flames shot out of it. Michael tried to evade the approaching flames, but was cornered and engulfed in it.

It burned him. Burned like the flames of hell. He screamed as the flames scorched not only his skin, but his very mind and soul. As he fell into oblivion, a deep and demonic laugh surrounded his mind…

Chapter 2

2008-08-24T11:24:00.003+08:00

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to this year’s first Trinity Duel! This is a historic event where warriors of all different aspects come and have a go at bringing their gods glory like no other!” the announcer of the arena boomed.

“Got everything? Good.” Samuel made some last minute checks to Michael’s equipment at the entrance to the battle ring, “Remember to concentrate out there. You’ve only got one chance.”

“From the warriors of Sarodmin, comes the holy knights of Crimsonsun, the gladiators of Malor and the Conjurors of the sacred land of Henim!” the bomming voice of the announcer rang throught the speakers. As Michael and Samuel walked out into the ring, the crowd cheered with much joy and gusto. In a corner, there even were a few spectators who carried banners with words such as “Go Michael!” and “Kick their butts Michael!”

“Looks like you have some fans.” commented Samuel. But Michael’s attention had already been on the young man whose eyes glared with hatred and his armor that reminded him of the abyss.

“Still making new friends I see” said Samuel over his shoulder, “I heard his trainer is quite experienced in this sort of thing. I think his name was Bob. Not a bad name don’t you think?”

“Not as experienced as you I think.” Michael replied with a smile.

“Don’t flatter me. Now if you have been paying attention, you will be in the first round. Good Luck.” With that, Samuel left with the others leaving only Michael and somewhat half giant in the ring.

“Round 1: Michael vs. Triton” flashed on the screen at the sides of the arena. Immediately, Michael’s competitor took out a device from his belt and started pushing some buttons on it. Michael recognized it and reacted by taking out a seal of his own. One of solid gold with sliver wings embedded in the middle.

“Cybertron… Hammer!” hollered triton as he thrust the device back into his belt. Azure blue beams engulfed his body in a flash and then revealed a metal giant which looked as though he was from the future. The alloy that made his armor looked out of this world and the design looked science-fiction to most.

Michael immediately summoned a gauntlet of white and shouted, “Divine Gauntlet…Angel seal!” and placed the seal onto his gauntlet. A bright flash surrounded him and then revealed an angel whose armor shone like the sun as if it was blessed from god. His sliver wings spread out in glory letting out an array of lights.

“Let’s see how fast I can crush the little birdie.” Mocked Triton as the unsheathed a hammer almost twice Michael’s size and charged. Michael also unsheathed his weapon, a sword which seems to radiate on its own, and followed suit. As they were about to collide, Michael jumped and with the support of his wings dealt the first blow upon Triton.

But to Michael’s amazement, Triton just turned in the direction of his blow and before he knew it, the huge chunk of metal pounded on Michael’s chest. He flew as though being shot from a cannon and landed in a loud “thud”.

“Come on Michael, you can do it. Remember what I thought you! Use everything possible!” came a familiar voice in the crowd. Michael turned back and saw his trainer waving to him in the crowd. Suddenly, he saw Samuel shouting and pointing to his back. He turned around and the same hammerhead greeted him. He again flew to the other end of the arena. There was a huge “Ooooo…” as Michael landed. He got up wobbling and thrust his sword up, facing the sky and the sword seem to be absorbing the sunlight. Its glow got more and more intense.

“What’s the matter, is little birdie injured? Let me ease the pain for you!” Triton then charged straight towards Michael screaming a battle cry and swinging his hammer which somehow contradicted his futuristic appearance.

Michael focused onto Triton and when he got close enough, he struck his sword onto the ground, shouting “flash!”

An intense flash of light blinded Triton and Michael immediately used this opportunity to do some damage. He took flight and with incredible agility, struck Triton in a barrage of cuts and slashes, leaving a stunned half giant with his armor crippled to a sorry state. Michael gave no room for complacency and began charging towards Triton again as his sword continued to absorb the sun rays. As Michael’s previous attack died down, Triton gripped his hammer tightly, quickly scanning the area and readied himself for a counter-attack. But it was too late, when Triton spotted Michael, he was already halfway in the air, weapon glowing like it was the sun itself.

“Celestius, Illuminate, Holy Might!” Screamed Michael as his blade literally cut his opponent in half sending a surge of energy right through him. Knowing that the battle was over, he sheathed his sword and raised his head in valor and triumph, leaving a battered Triton on the ground. The crowd screams of excitement drowned the announcer’s declaration of the winner. Even Samuel was looking pretty excited himself, waving and cheering with the crowd.

As the clerics came to bring Triton to the medical ward to be healed, a dark figure in the entrance to the ring caught Michael’s attention. The dark figure gave a snort of arrogance and walked off.

“I’ll look forward to dueling you, my dark rival…”

Chapter 1

2008-08-03T23:06:00.004+08:00

Years have passed since the creation of warrior. Now, it has grown into an amazing place. Everywhere you venture is sure to be a place bustling with action and adventure. One particular event struck me when I was first appointed binder and this is how it began…

The event was in the 1940s (warrior time). It was the grand opening of the first “Trinity Duel”. It was an event whereby the strongest of warriors from each main God of worship battle it out for the glories of their clans and of course their Gods.

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“Do you really think I can do it?” asked a tall and quite dashing young man, with golden hair that flowed in the breeze. His armor shone like the sun and had a physique like no other.

“You will do fine Michael, just keep your head up.” replied a slightly taller man with wings that somehow suggest some great and glorious past.

“I know. It’s just that it is my first time really fighting someone. Not like you, Samuel, who could silence a dragon with just a few strokes.” Michael retorted nervously, “Seriously, why didn’t you join?”

Samuel just gave a sharp look towards him and started to walk down the large Hallway, with paintings and chandeliers that filled the walls. Michael shook his head and slowly followed him from behind. As they walked down to the other side, Michael’s eyes wandered around the corridor and admired the magnificent architecture of the Hallway. He then stopped at the middle of the Hallway, and gazed upon the great sculpture that shone above him. It portrayed three divine beings. One wielded a sword that had a falcon coat of arms embedded on it and wings that stretched to the ends of the hallway. Another beside it was wearing a vermillion colored armor which was adapted from a dragon. It carried a lance in a way as though it was pointing at something. The last one was a demonic figure which eyes emblazed with fire and a claw which glowed blood-red. The beings seem to guard a small circle in the middle consisting of three triangles overlapping each other to form a nine-sided pattern.

“Those were the Gods, the purpose of this event. But don’t you know that already? Come on, we’re going to be late.” Sighed Samuel as he patted Michael’s back.

“I wonder how it is like to be a God?” mumbled Michael under his breath. He slowly turned and was suddenly knocked down by a dark figure.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going Goldie! I’m going to be late!” shouted the man, whom wore a red tinted black plate. His eyes were filled with hatred and anger as he glared menacingly into Michael’s eyes.

“Hey, you ran into me. You should be the one apologizing to me.” Argued Michael.

“Why you little…” sneered the figure.

“Hey…hey, what is going on here?” hollered Samuel from the end of the Hallway “Is there a problem?”

“I’ll be seeing you in the Arena, watch it.” Threatened the dark figure as he turned and started heading towards the other end of the Hallway.

“Hey! All dark and scary, I haven’t got your name! I'm Michael” shouted Michael to the figure.

The figure paused and said, “Well Michael, if you are going to beg for mercy later, then it is Satan. Remember it well.”

Samuel stood beside Michael and commented, “Well, looks like you got yourself a rival.”

Michael turned towards Samuel and smiled. Then he turned back to the dark figure running down the Hallway and murmured under his voice, “Satan… I’ll be ready…”

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Sarodmin, Guthix, Zoromak

2008-07-30T21:31:00.009+08:00

Prologue

Greetings to you, I am the chosen one who links the world of combineset together. You can call me “The Binder”. Through the years, I have seen many events and many historical happenings. Let me share with you one story. The story of a world, no, a universe that is called warrior. Let start from the very beginning, where the world of warrior was born……

It was a magical day for all of combine set. The “108 Divines of the universe” has decided to create a world made for greatness. They intend to call it warrior. But of course, you knew that already. Three divine gods were chosen to create, watch over and finally end the world that was entrusted to them. They set off for the dark abyss in an very isolated region and went on with their work.

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“So, what do you want this world to have?” a tall and Valliant angel with wings that spread to the far reaches of the abyss. His name is Sarodmin the god of creation. He creates most of the things in combineset. He was one of the disciples of the god who created combineset, whose name comes most commonly as Vertigo. He was entrusted with the power to create after he proven himself in resurrecting a fallen city from ruin.

“I don’t know; let’s look at what the people of combineset want. Some might want to move here.” suggested a shorter but rather masculine man. His name was Guthix, the God of protection and hope. He wears a vermillion plate armor at all times to ensure that he was ready for any job the councils give him.

“Why look at that piece of paper? We were chosen we should decide.” argued a dark figure whose eyes shone red with blood. His clothing perceived those of a devil and had a claw gauntlet on his right hand. He is Zoromak, the God of destruction. Wherever he goes, he leaves a trail of destruction in his path. Many fear him and have given him many names. One gave him the name of Zel-nark (don’t know what that means). Others just simply called him “THE END OF THE WORLD”.

“We must respect the people’s decisions. Now, let’s see what is what is on this list.” said Sarodmin harshly.

Time passed as the gods prepared for the start of the new world. They imbued life, death, the elements, love, and hate, everything to create a universe in to a small glowing rainbow stone.

“It is time.” mentioned sarodmin in a solemn tone.

“Finally, I was getting tired of this universe creating thing.” said Zoromak in relief. Guthix just simply shook his head.
The three gods positioned themselves around the rainbow stone and at that instant their armor gleamed in the dark. Sarodmin glanced at Zoromak and then at Guthix. He then nodded his head at faced the glowing rainbow stone which was now changing colours. The gods seem to focus at the stone as they reached out their hands to it. Then with a quick movement, the three gods returned their hands which were glowing white, black and red. They directed the energy to the stone in three divine beams of energy. The Stone started rotating and glowing brighter and brighter. The light soon became so intense the gods had some trouble focusing the beams on to the stone. Then, the gods held back their right hand. In their palm, a different coat of arms was carved on each of their hands. They pushed their palms forward, imbuing the stone with the three symbols.

“NOW!” boomed Sarodmin to the two other gods, whose expression was solemn and full of concentration. They nodded in reply and released their hands along with Sarodmin. They immediately burst outwards in a speed so incredible they cannot be seen by mortal eyes. They continued to travel for several minutes, with the light behind them that grew more intense every second.

Suddenly, there was a shockwave that originated from the stone. The gods sensed it and flew faster into the dark abyss and as quickly as it happened, the shockwave receded back to the stone, which grew extremely dim.

“Here it comes…” murmured Guthix under his breath as he turned to look back at the light.

“No not yet, I’m not far enough!!!” screamed Zoromak as he continued moving, accelerating every second.

Then, the Stone exploded in a magnificent array of lights, sweeping anything in its path. The gods were no exception. They were blown by the enormous force created by the explosion, especially Zoromak who was cursing and swearing as loud as he can.

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Yes!!! It is done!!!

2008-07-30T21:28:00.003+08:00

Yes!! Its is finally done. the first chapter of my 'Warrior" series. For those of you who do not know, I am trying to write my own stories. Why? Well, I like to write them and I hope you enjoy it. It is nothing much but I am very happy about it. Please leave some comments if you like.

Website Maintenance Log

2008-06-24T13:59:00.003+08:00

Website Log
--Done on 17/8/2008--
Blog Re-vamped:

Sidebar width increased
Music Playlist included
Moved position of sidebar elements to fit new sidebar
increased height of post content area
increased height of sidebar element
updated Alert pop-up box for english errors.

----Done on 06/08/2008---
Before the alert box appears, a text will appear, previously was for developers one, it has been changed to suit visitors of this blog =D
----Done on 17/06/2008---
Johnston, i have make a large makeover on this blog:

Fixed invalid picture of member of Playstation Circle after the Organization closed.
Fixed several positioning of iframes
Changed the pic to World of Chaos
Changed the widths of iframes for better navigation.
Updated Links
IE 7.0 screenshoot on 17/6/2008

I see that the blog is veri well managed, keep it up Johnston!
----Done on 29/11/2006---

Johnston, I hav made some changes to the Website it self..It is regarding the link colours itself.Now when u move ur cursor(your little morse arrow, a bit cute), u will find that the colour change to another colour instead of white but i must say this website given by blogskin was good!(haha)But thx to u it's gd(HAHA AGAIN)
This is for ur referance in case u get a shock what had happened to ur website.
Extension:
1.Title Post now appear in this website with a additional blog tag.
2.Comments tags are included now can post comments on website.
3.Backlines tags are added but there is some slight problems with one tag which I'm trying to work it out.
4.Scroll Bars are finally visible.Yeeha!
5.The little blank space just above the Links column is finally fixed.
IE6.0 Screenshot taken on 29/11/2006:

Mozilla Firefox Screenshot taken on 30/11/2006:

Opera Screenshot taken on 30/11/2006:

6.Backlinks are fixed(What's this?)
7.Title are changed.
---2^nd Edition Done by:Firehero Date:30/11/2006---

A"little" change

2008-04-20T21:46:00.002+08:00

Sorry, I feel like changing the main purpose of my blog. Hope you don't mind. But if there are any cheats or walkthroughs you would like to know, please tell me at Johnston2976@hotmail.com

Game Links

2007-12-31T00:43:00.000+08:00

Neopets

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terminator parody

2006-11-25T17:22:00.000+08:00

This is not a cheat but is real funny. It is about the terminator. click here

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conker base

2006-11-25T15:22:00.000+08:00

If you really like conker (like me) here is a website for you. Just click here

Welcome to my blog!

2006-11-22T23:37:00.000+08:00

hi, welcome. I just started so the cheats will be coming soon. Please be patient and wait. Thank you