Do I Matter?"Everything that I had done
Magical glitters sparkled in one
Was it really a fairy tale that I've just found?
Every day I walk through the halls
Most of the times bumping into walls. [giggle]
Was it really a dreamland that I've just found?
Do I really matter in this world?
It seems too positive in this world
But maybe except some monsters from another land
My crush gets all the attention and I know
She has interests in me and I wonder now
Because I see myself as a boy who just is too bland
I've got a family
I've got lots of friends
They're always there for me when I'm in ends
But one thing bothers me so much that I haven't really got a clue
Why do I really live in this world?
If everything about me is about nice and guitar?
Can't I be remembered as someone?
I feel so us
O Telefteos MihanikosΟ Τελευταίος Μηχανικός
Έξι τα κόκκινα κουμπιά
που οι άρχοντες πατήσαν
μέσα σε μιά μόνο στιγμή
τον πόλεμο αρχίσαν.
Όμως κι αν δεν το πίστευαν
υπήρχε και εκείνος,
κρυμμένος χρόνια απ'τό φως,
The Last MechaniXThe Last MechaniX
Six the red buttons
that the lords pushed that day,
in just one single moment
the great war had begun.
And though nobody believing
he was somewhere alive,
years hidden from light,
he was watching in silence.
Son of an unknown tribe,
we called them MechaniXS,
they gave us Fire
to give birth to our world
and our world it was born,
as the elders were telling,
our world it was born
from the scratch once again.
No labour we knew,
pain, hunger or need,
in just one generation
all these words were forgotten.
But came kings so greedy,
they ruled all the earth,
jealous of their glory
they hunt the MechaniXS.
And now their miracles orphans,
one by one out of function
and the lords started fighting,
water no more enough.
It was then they pushed the buttons
of a knowledge unknown,
but the seventh it was hidden,
of its existence they don't know.
The Last MechaniX,
no, the myths were not a lie,
he's still alive,
full of power,
he will push the seventh button,
Shadow Den: Crystal's WillIn the depths of the woods four wolves slid through the brush like ghosts in the middle of the night. Those four wolves were Birch, Chrysanthemum, Charlotte, and Shadow. They were known as the Agents of Darkness.
Its been three months since that awful hunting trip. The sadness had for the most part passed, and the services for those that died that day had been held. My dad was going to make a speech today. Everyone was waiting in anticipation, and no one seemed to know what to do with themselves.
Finally at around noon my Dad walked out of the cave and howled. That meant he was ready. We all walked to the front of the cave and looked up to the raised ledge where my Dad, Grimoir, was standing.
"Three months ago as you all remember, six of our bravest hunters were brutally killed by a hunting party from The Fang. Their attack was unprovoked will not be tol
Dakkan 10Chapter 10
Morning found Dakkan and Akko preparing their previsions for the journey thru the canyon.
They had spent most of the night talking, Dakkan about his harrowing flight, and Akko about some of his own. It was decided that Akko would accompany them from here on out, going as far as he deemed possible. Knowing time was not on their side, Akko had insisted they wait to do the ritual that would allow Dakkan to fully understand his brother, despite both Red and Dakkan’s protests.
“once we have crossed the canyon, there shall be enough time to prepare and perform the ritual, but not now. Be patient, young orc, little Grex, the time will come.”
Luckily, Akko knew a way into and out of the canyon near them. The pseudo path Dakkan had seen was misleading, partway up the cliff, hidden by a bolder, was a four-foot-wide gap. The sheer drop would, if you were lucky, kill you in an instant. If not, well, Akko would rather not talk about that.
The Cliffside was too steep and
Dakkan 09Chapter 9
The noon sun blazed above them. Dakkan, still weak, leans against the wall of the shelter, the heat chasing any lingering chills from his bones. It was gladly welcome; he hadn’t spoken of the chill to Akko when he had checked his wound earlier, he would not appear any weaker than he already had. Akko hadn’t seemed to know, but he had insisted Dakkan come out into the sun with him.
Speaking of the old orc, Dakkan cast a glance to his left. There, folded into a familiar meditation position, was Akko. Dakkan still found him odd, but he’d not found anything the really dislike about him.
Besides, Red seems to like him.
He still had his staff in hand though, just in case.
Said Grex was, currently, not too far off, seeming to be conversing with the timber wolf Gosha. Now she, Dakkan had studied curiously. He’d always heard of the wolves of the wood, but to see a timber wolf so far away from any sort of forest was nearly unheard of, unless they were part of a
Dakkan 08Chapter 8
He didn’t want to wake up.
He really, really did not.
He did not want to face the pain, fear, and cough that had stolen his breath.
Faced with those prospects, Dakkan thought it completely reasonable to remain asleep for as long as possible.
That’s when he smells it.
It’s simple and thick, it fills his lungs and it makes his mouth water.
He couldn’t remember how long it’d been since he had Darkhorn meat.
As Dakkan slowly made his way to the waking world, he shifts and twitches, head turning towards the smell.
Akko shares a look with Gosha, a smile playing on his face,
“It seems you were right, Gosha. Offer a pup food, and they will awaken even from the deepest sleep.”
He did not know that voice.
Forcing his eyes open, Dakkan was met with the lined, crack tusked face of an unfamiliar orc. His first instinct was to panic, he jerked up suddenly, only to clutch his head and groan.
Akko caught him before he fell over, the orcs large arms e
Dakkan 07Chapter 7
When Dakkan woke, it was early morning, he could tell by the sunlight that filtered thru the ceiling holes. His mind was fuzzy, and his limbs felt as if they were made of wood.
Blurrily, he searches the burrow for the familiar fuzzy form, but Red is not there. strangely, the fire has gone out. he knows this is wrong, he just can’t think of why.
Unable to find Red, and feeling an odd bubble of something in his chest, he searches for his staff. The heavy ironwood would bring him some comfort, but when he finds it, it is out of reach. He doesn’t know Red knocked it there when he pinned Dakkan, he only knows that he can’t reach it from his current spot. Dakkan ponders this for a moment, before his breath is stolen as his body spasms and he begins to cough. A dark, red tinted substance sputters from his lips, but he finds himself unable to roll to his side to spit it out proper.
The fit causes a fire to begin on his side, or so it feels like. Thru the dizziness a