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Why? How, after all of that hard work did it happen? Why? I sit on this throne of cold wood and stone, a mockery to all I have done. But we must not linger in the past. Time is like a river, that flows without stop. Any rocks that get in its way will erode to nothing. Like me. I have nothing now. Why?
I always ask that question. It's time to give myself an answer. Back in that village, as a child, everything was perfect and happy. That is, until Zarexa came. Tales of horrors from neighboring towns made everyone shiver with fear. It was said that a child of violet eyes would be the only person able to combat the evil of Ender. As I think back looking in a puddle at my feet, those haunting violet eyes stare back at me.
So, I was to be trained. They said that Zarexa would be here within four months. But nothing is guaranteed with a wizard. If I've learned one thing, I've learned that. That one cold day, I arrived on the chief's steps, cowering in fear. I can't fight an evil wizard! I thought. I looked around me, in this dank, dark cave. I suppose I was right.
The door swung open violently. A tall man, with broad shoulders and a bit of a bulging belly stood looking down at me. His face was hard from years of war and betrayal. He made a mustache and short dark hair. "Hello," I started quietly. "I'm Eniko." "That's hello, sir!" he reprimanded. "Of-of course," I apologized. He glared at me, and then I quickly finished my last sentence saying, "Sir!". He frowned. "Come with me," he ordered. I stepped inside closing the door behind me.
I was led to a room fairly small, made entirely of wood. I looked around at "my" room. The stone walls seemed to sag with my utter despair. The bats laughed, screeching the word "traitor". I ignored them, continuing my story in my head. I looked at the pale wood walls examining the swords, pickaxes and other tools on the wall. Finally he spoke.
"Do you fully understand why you're important?" As I thought back, I cringed when he said the word "why". Startled, I whipped around to face his stagnant body. "Yes, sir," I replied solemnly. Silently, he nodded. "Then let us start." I moved towards a sword, but he said, "No. Not yet. Tell me young one, would you so much as survive for a week without food, or clean water?" "No, sir," I answered him, ashamed at my naïveté. "You cannot eat your sword," he said. I smiled slightly. And I may have imagined it, but he I think he did, too.
"First, get some wood," the chief explained. He was going over survival tactics. "Then, craft some basic tools, and start working on a house. I suggest using dirt for it," he added. I nodded making a mental note of his every word. "Third, wait out the night, unless you happened to get your hands on some wool. In that case, make a bed and sleep. The next day, start mining and collecting materials. Also, kill some animals to get food, but don't eat it yet. First make a furnace, and then cook it with some coal. It brings out the flavor." He winked. I laughed. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all... I thought. The chief continued. "Then, make some better weapons and tools, and make some armor, and you're pretty much good to go!" "Except..." I started. "You don't know how to fight," he said finishing my sentence. "This is my favorite part," the chief smiled.
"Now," he began. I was outfitted with iron armor and an iron sword. "you should try to get the upper ground if there is any. If there isn't, oh well." He shrugged, and dropped his hands to his brown pants. "Most people think just to 'slash slash slash!', but there's really more to it. Of course, you want to slash quickly, but also move around a lot. Maybe even try to get behind the opponent, and do a backslash. Here, practice on the dummy." The chief had a dummy he liked to practice on. He had a blank look to his eyes. I tried my luck. I don't know what happened, but I was amazing, from the first slash. The chief's eyes were huge. "It really is true..." He murmured in awe. I smiled proudly. But that was my last smile.
A villager came bursting through the front door. "Zarexa is here! Help us chief!" Immediately, we both ran out the front door. I wish I hadn't. A black hooded figure floated above the village. The village was in flames. I never did see my family again. Zarexa spotted us, and gave a sinister smile. She floated down to us, but went for the chief, not me. He was trapped between Zarexa and fire. "Help!" He shouted to me. But I was scared. I couldn't bring myself to run into danger. Ender was too strong. I backed away slowly. The chief dropped his sword, astonished, and Zarexa laughed. The chief glowered. "Why?" He asked. Then, he died. I ran away. Far, far away.
Now I knew why. I tried to keep it from myself. I was a coward. No, I am coward. Worthless. I guess in a way, I never stopped going to the chief's class. Everyday, I taught myself how to survive. I pulled out my blade. A scoundrel like me didn't deserve to live. It shouldn't have happened this way. In the corner, a hooded figure watched the scene, smiling.
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I always ask that question. It's time to give myself an answer. Back in that village, as a child, everything was perfect and happy. That is, until Zarexa came. Tales of horrors from neighboring towns made everyone shiver with fear. It was said that a child of violet eyes would be the only person able to combat the evil of Ender. As I think back looking in a puddle at my feet, those haunting violet eyes stare back at me.
So, I was to be trained. They said that Zarexa would be here within four months. But nothing is guaranteed with a wizard. If I've learned one thing, I've learned that. That one cold day, I arrived on the chief's steps, cowering in fear. I can't fight an evil wizard! I thought. I looked around me, in this dank, dark cave. I suppose I was right.
The door swung open violently. A tall man, with broad shoulders and a bit of a bulging belly stood looking down at me. His face was hard from years of war and betrayal. He made a mustache and short dark hair. "Hello," I started quietly. "I'm Eniko." "That's hello, sir!" he reprimanded. "Of-of course," I apologized. He glared at me, and then I quickly finished my last sentence saying, "Sir!". He frowned. "Come with me," he ordered. I stepped inside closing the door behind me.
I was led to a room fairly small, made entirely of wood. I looked around at "my" room. The stone walls seemed to sag with my utter despair. The bats laughed, screeching the word "traitor". I ignored them, continuing my story in my head. I looked at the pale wood walls examining the swords, pickaxes and other tools on the wall. Finally he spoke.
"Do you fully understand why you're important?" As I thought back, I cringed when he said the word "why". Startled, I whipped around to face his stagnant body. "Yes, sir," I replied solemnly. Silently, he nodded. "Then let us start." I moved towards a sword, but he said, "No. Not yet. Tell me young one, would you so much as survive for a week without food, or clean water?" "No, sir," I answered him, ashamed at my naïveté. "You cannot eat your sword," he said. I smiled slightly. And I may have imagined it, but he I think he did, too.
"First, get some wood," the chief explained. He was going over survival tactics. "Then, craft some basic tools, and start working on a house. I suggest using dirt for it," he added. I nodded making a mental note of his every word. "Third, wait out the night, unless you happened to get your hands on some wool. In that case, make a bed and sleep. The next day, start mining and collecting materials. Also, kill some animals to get food, but don't eat it yet. First make a furnace, and then cook it with some coal. It brings out the flavor." He winked. I laughed. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all... I thought. The chief continued. "Then, make some better weapons and tools, and make some armor, and you're pretty much good to go!" "Except..." I started. "You don't know how to fight," he said finishing my sentence. "This is my favorite part," the chief smiled.
"Now," he began. I was outfitted with iron armor and an iron sword. "you should try to get the upper ground if there is any. If there isn't, oh well." He shrugged, and dropped his hands to his brown pants. "Most people think just to 'slash slash slash!', but there's really more to it. Of course, you want to slash quickly, but also move around a lot. Maybe even try to get behind the opponent, and do a backslash. Here, practice on the dummy." The chief had a dummy he liked to practice on. He had a blank look to his eyes. I tried my luck. I don't know what happened, but I was amazing, from the first slash. The chief's eyes were huge. "It really is true..." He murmured in awe. I smiled proudly. But that was my last smile.
A villager came bursting through the front door. "Zarexa is here! Help us chief!" Immediately, we both ran out the front door. I wish I hadn't. A black hooded figure floated above the village. The village was in flames. I never did see my family again. Zarexa spotted us, and gave a sinister smile. She floated down to us, but went for the chief, not me. He was trapped between Zarexa and fire. "Help!" He shouted to me. But I was scared. I couldn't bring myself to run into danger. Ender was too strong. I backed away slowly. The chief dropped his sword, astonished, and Zarexa laughed. The chief glowered. "Why?" He asked. Then, he died. I ran away. Far, far away.
Now I knew why. I tried to keep it from myself. I was a coward. No, I am coward. Worthless. I guess in a way, I never stopped going to the chief's class. Everyday, I taught myself how to survive. I pulled out my blade. A scoundrel like me didn't deserve to live. It shouldn't have happened this way. In the corner, a hooded figure watched the scene, smiling.
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Tis more of a story than a survival guide though. It isn't necessery bad but basicly one paragraph for the survival guide out of 10 is a bit low.
Nevertheless quite nice written and good luck in the contest although you're competition!