In the سال 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied سے طرف کی a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It کہا that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st سال four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government.
-Hurry up! you're in late!- کہا Alec. He pratically pulled off Shown from his bed. Shown muttered for a while but then he stood up and went slowly to the bathroom. He looked terribly. He had bags under his eyes. He couldn't sleep because of the fear. Alec came near him.
-So, are آپ excited, son?-
-No i'm not. And don't call me son because you're not my father-
-In the State's opinion آپ are- کہا coldly Alec. Alec was short with big blue eyes and blond hair. Shown instead was tall, with green eyes and dark hair. When Cyrus, the tyrant, destroied Europe because it didn't want to send ranks, the most of the population died. Just a few children stayed alive and they were taken سے طرف کی the tyrant, who gave them to the most loyal strategists and commanders. They had to train them to be soldiers faithful to the tyrant. Then when they become 20, they have to fight 'till death in a arena to prove that they become worthy to fight in the tyrant army. Actually, Shown was one of those children, he lost his family and he became 20 in that year. And now Alec, his foster father was preparing him to go to the arena that morning.
-I don't feel like i'm ready Alec, i'm afraid to die- کہا Shown
-I don't care. The Tyrant wants آپ to fight to prove that آپ are the greatest fighter. And you'd better not die, i'm the First Strategist, آپ have to uphold the honor-. Shown felt like he was alone in the world. While he was at school he saw his classmates proud to be "sons" of the commanders and wanted to fight in the army. They thought that their real family weren't grateful and that they had to die for this. Shown couldn't understand why.
-Hurry up. I don't want آپ to be the last one to arrive at the downtown- کہا Alec. Shown went downstairs and ate some cereals with some milk. Alec went away:-I have to prepare the arena. Don't be late- and he went out. After half an گھنٹہ Shown went out too. The city was full of skyscrapers and the train we were used to use didn't exist anymore. In those years there were big fast trains detached from the ground. Even the cars didn't run on the asphalt, but they almost touched it. Shown sighed and went to the station.
-Which tiket sir?- asked smiling the man in the کیبن called "departures".
-Downtown- کہا sadly Shown. Hearing that word the man lost his smile and became serius.
-Here آپ are. Good luck-
-Thank you- Shown waited for the train that arrived in three minutes. It was noon, and the fight was starting at 1:05 P.M. and the travel lasted an hour. Anyway Shown wasn't in a hurry.
-Sir,we arrived- کہا politly the conductor.
-What?- کہا Shown. He was sleeping.
-We are downtown. The arena is on the left.- Shown stood up and run out of the train shouting "thank you" to the conductor. He went in the preparing room and met the other fighter. Everyone was proud to be there. Shown worn the armature. And waited for his turn with the دل in his throat.
writer corner: hi everybody! I hope you'll like this story. I really love writing, hope i've made a good job... Should I write the سیکنڈ chapter? let me know! thank you!
And thanks even to Weasel1999 and Masamune47 :) hope you'll like this first chapter...
-Hurry up! you're in late!- کہا Alec. He pratically pulled off Shown from his bed. Shown muttered for a while but then he stood up and went slowly to the bathroom. He looked terribly. He had bags under his eyes. He couldn't sleep because of the fear. Alec came near him.
-So, are آپ excited, son?-
-No i'm not. And don't call me son because you're not my father-
-In the State's opinion آپ are- کہا coldly Alec. Alec was short with big blue eyes and blond hair. Shown instead was tall, with green eyes and dark hair. When Cyrus, the tyrant, destroied Europe because it didn't want to send ranks, the most of the population died. Just a few children stayed alive and they were taken سے طرف کی the tyrant, who gave them to the most loyal strategists and commanders. They had to train them to be soldiers faithful to the tyrant. Then when they become 20, they have to fight 'till death in a arena to prove that they become worthy to fight in the tyrant army. Actually, Shown was one of those children, he lost his family and he became 20 in that year. And now Alec, his foster father was preparing him to go to the arena that morning.
-I don't feel like i'm ready Alec, i'm afraid to die- کہا Shown
-I don't care. The Tyrant wants آپ to fight to prove that آپ are the greatest fighter. And you'd better not die, i'm the First Strategist, آپ have to uphold the honor-. Shown felt like he was alone in the world. While he was at school he saw his classmates proud to be "sons" of the commanders and wanted to fight in the army. They thought that their real family weren't grateful and that they had to die for this. Shown couldn't understand why.
-Hurry up. I don't want آپ to be the last one to arrive at the downtown- کہا Alec. Shown went downstairs and ate some cereals with some milk. Alec went away:-I have to prepare the arena. Don't be late- and he went out. After half an گھنٹہ Shown went out too. The city was full of skyscrapers and the train we were used to use didn't exist anymore. In those years there were big fast trains detached from the ground. Even the cars didn't run on the asphalt, but they almost touched it. Shown sighed and went to the station.
-Which tiket sir?- asked smiling the man in the کیبن called "departures".
-Downtown- کہا sadly Shown. Hearing that word the man lost his smile and became serius.
-Here آپ are. Good luck-
-Thank you- Shown waited for the train that arrived in three minutes. It was noon, and the fight was starting at 1:05 P.M. and the travel lasted an hour. Anyway Shown wasn't in a hurry.
-Sir,we arrived- کہا politly the conductor.
-What?- کہا Shown. He was sleeping.
-We are downtown. The arena is on the left.- Shown stood up and run out of the train shouting "thank you" to the conductor. He went in the preparing room and met the other fighter. Everyone was proud to be there. Shown worn the armature. And waited for his turn with the دل in his throat.
writer corner: hi everybody! I hope you'll like this story. I really love writing, hope i've made a good job... Should I write the سیکنڈ chapter? let me know! thank you!
And thanks even to Weasel1999 and Masamune47 :) hope you'll like this first chapter...
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, فر, سمور stained
Mourning over
What his دل once contained
کالر torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one دن a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, فر, سمور stained
Mourning over
What his دل once contained
کالر torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one دن a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the dogs and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the dogs got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the dogs right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice کہا behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a تقسیم, الگ کریں سیکنڈ and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the dogs right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice کہا behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a تقسیم, الگ کریں سیکنڈ and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time آپ gave it.
The hard path seems مزید rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though آپ have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a دن ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time آپ gave it.
The hard path seems مزید rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though آپ have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a دن ago.
Cause I gave it my all.