My fanfic, Knight~Sky

Chapter one: An old friend in need

Focusing on his target, the young cleric sighed, and closed his eyes. He put his left foot forward, in front of his right. He raised his blunt mace to the sky, and prayed a quick prayer. Suddenly, a bright beam of light appeared over the fighter on his right. The scratches on his arms healed themselves, and the huge gash on his stomach closed up instantly.

“I’ll sow up that shirt for you, Lysimachus” said the cleric.

Lysimachus turned, and thanked the cleric for his help. “It’s alright; I can take care of it.”

His armor hadn’t been too damaged; there was a slight tear in the front.
“I’ll stop by Pey on our way back to Roumen” said Lysimachus. “Did you get all that you needed?”

The cleric pulled out his list, and crossed “hero slimes” off of it. “All I need now.. Is that stupid gang imp, and his cohorts, those bored imps. I can’t do it alone.” “Alright, I can do that” replied Lysimachus.

The pair made their way down the hill, and took a right into the tall dark forest. Slowly moving as to not wake up a nearby sleeping honeying, they made their way to a small clearing in the forest. Off in the distance, there was a trio of arguing imps.

“Okay, here’s the plan” whispered Lysimachus. “I’ll run in, and mock the leader. When he runs after me, his buddies are sure to be backing him up. As I’m fighting, don’t do anything but keep me alive. Don’t worry: This will be a snap.”

The cleric nodded, and took up a position behind a rock. Lysimachus made his way over to the thugs, and shouted “Hey, you stupid bunch of low-lives! I bet you couldn’t even hurt me if you tried!”

The leader looked up, and then charged at Lysimachus. Raising his sword and shield, Lysimachus got into a defensive stance, ready to swing his sword. Right as the imp was up on him, Lysimachus sliced the imp as hard as he could. It did no good.

“He’s got to have a weak point..” thought Lysimachus.

He didn’t have long to think; the bored imps were flying at him from both sides. The cleric stayed in the back, watching the fight, doing his best to keep the fighter alive. Lysimachus smiled, as he found the leaders weakness. He thrust his sword into the imp’s right leg, and it stumbled to the ground. Green blood spurted out of the imp’s wound; Lysimachus had struck an artery. The imp slowly died, then disappeared into a cloud of dust. The bored imps noticed their leader’s death, and turned around and fled for the forest. The cleric cheered from the background, and rushed over to examine the loot that the leader had dropped.

Lysimachus collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain. “Those sneaky imps..poisoned me..”

The cleric wheeled around, and rushed to his side. Frantically trying to heal him, Lysimachus told him not to worry.

“The poison is not very strong. He just caught me off guard, that’s all. Do you have your warp scrolls on hand?”

Relieved, the cleric nodded.

“Okay. I’ve got to go see an old friend.. So, I’ll see you around.”

“You too!” replied the cleric. He disappeared into a puff of smoke as he unraveled the bow holding the scroll together.

Lysimachus got up, and took out a scroll labeled “Roumen”. He untied the knot, and as soon as he did, he felt that familiar sensation of being lifted off of his feet. He immediately touched down in a familiar section of town. Walking across the bridge, he noticed a lone figure sitting on the fountain’s edge.

Lysimachus walked over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said to him “It’s been a while, Roxas. I heard you had given up, and returned home.”

Roxas got up and said “And I hear you’re still helping children do small tasks around Roumen. I tease, haha. How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good, Roxas. It’s good to see you again. Here, follow me, let’s take a walk.” The two figures walked off, chatting.


“So what brings you back to Isya, Roxas?” Asked Lysimachus.

“Well, Lysi, I got a letter in the mail the other day. It was from Gibbous.”

Lysimachus stopped. “THE Gibbous? As in.. Our old Guildmaster?”

“Yes, that Gibbous.”

Lysimachus felt his heart flutter for a moment. Gibbous had been sort of a mother to he and Roxas. She taught Roxas how to heal. Her friend, Icariox, had taught Lysimachus how to fight. Icariox had been Lysimachus’ best friend, until he went rogue, and disappeared.

Lysimachus scratched his head. “I hope she doesn’t want us to rejoin her guild… I’m in The Company now. I’ve got a lot of friends there.. I couldn’t possibly leave them.”

Roxas shook his head. “No.. No, not like that. I left too, remember? She gave us the option to quit, and we did. The letter simply said that-"

“Aack!” Roxas crumpled to the ground, dead.

Lysimachus gasped, and knelt down and picked up his fallen friend. He looked around. He realized that the two of them were in the Ancien Elven Woods. They had lost track of where they were going, and walked right into archer territory.

“Help! Help!” shouted Lysimachus. “Is anyone there?!” Suddenly, a large, blunt rock came into contact with Lysimachus’ head, and he was knocked out. A big Greenky picked up Lysimachus, and carried him back to the woods...

Out of the frying pan and into.. Another frying pan.

Haha, that's how I feel right now. I've just gotten home from babysitting thing one and thing two, and they weren't exactly the best for me. They weren't bouncing off the wall- wait, no, they were. Or they tried to, at least. I never thought I'd have to utter the words "Stop trying to fart in your brothers face!" or "No, you cannot get dressed upside down." They weren't horrible, but the bottom line is that they could have been better. Oh well. I got paid. :3 Does that make me a horrible person? Haha, possibly. Me and Josh have already decided that we have a resort waiting for us by the lake of fire in hell, so...

Anyways, I got home, and all anyone has done ever since we got home was bicker. Arguing seems to be a way of life around our house. And it really shouldn't be. I know I do half of the yelling, but it takes two to tango, you know? Some recent events have kept us all really tense; You really could cut the tension with a pair of scissors. A family isn't meant to be that way. A family is a group of people who love each other, not a group of angry adults. Everyone needs to take a break from one another. However, that's an impossibility right now. Anyways... Yeah, family life has been real fun. Pfft. I dunno if mom's even reading this. If she is, oh well. It's a free country. Not like I'm spilling our deepest darkest secrets out onto the web, or anything. I'm just sick of the arguing. So is everyone.

I asked my aunt what I should do. Aunt Robin is like a wealth of knowledge. She told me that I need to get a job, and get out of the house. We all need a job. We all need somewhere to go everyday, somewhere when we go, we'll appreciate family life a little more. I agree! It sounds like a great idea. So.. I've applied everywhere.

And I have a job interview tomorrow. :D

I've never been so terrified and excited at the same time in all my life. And what's better is that the woman who'd be my manager WANTS me for the job. All I have to do is get some thing situated out with my school about leaving early to go to my job (because it's part of my pathway), and I'm a shoo-in. I just hope I make a good impression. :D

Anyways, wish me luck on my interview!

~ Tim

"At least I have my guitar."

Ha. I've said that numerous times before. And it's true, I love the guitar.

It's a cool, yet beautiful instrument. It can be made into harder sounds, like rock, and it can be semi, like pop. Or, go classical, and you have yourself an ambivalent instrument. I think I used "ambivalent" right, at least.

I have a lot of reasons to be upset right now. Let me rephrase that, "I have WAY too many reasons to be upset right now." And staying positive is easier said than done. So is maintaining your sanity. However; When things discourage you, you cannot succumb to it. You must be positive. And that usually takes help.

I play an MMORPG called "Fiesta". In it, I'm in a guild. My guildmates have no idea how much stress they're alleviating every time they make me laugh, and they always make me laugh. Haha, I'm laughing right now just thinking about them.

Thanks guys, if you're reading this. <3

~ Tim

The gig, Fourth of July, and worries.

Okay. Bad news first.

Two of my nearest and dearest friends, who I care very very much about, are about to do something that I don't particularly find "safe". They're headed out of state, in the car of a guy I don't even know (or trust for that matter), to see some people that they've never met, face to face. Urgh. It rubs me the very very very wrong way. I'm worried about both of them, for their safety, well-being, and "pureness" if you catch my drift. Guys are impulsive morons; being one, I would know. *sigh* I know half of this is feelings that I cannot deny, but have to. The other half are the fact that I feel that I am the only person left that I know that has much common sense. My friends are all heading down some deep, deep roads, and I can't stop them. I wish I could, but I can't.

Okay, okay. Bad news over.

The GOOD news is that it's the Fourth of July! On this day is 1776, the Declaration of Independence was signed and our country declared itself free from Great Britain. Today, our soldiers continue to fight for our freedom, as tyranny and terrorism sweep the third world nations, endangering our country. It's sad to say that some people don't support our troops as well as they should, nor do they honor them. Well screw you guys, our troops rock; They're the reason you have the freedom to say and do a lot of what you can. So grow a pair and get over it.

Today, my dad and his band "Double Shot", performed out in the countryside for some friends of the family. I tagged along and was the quote-unquote "roadie". Setting up was a lot of fun, and then I got attacked by a wave of seven year olds, but hey- it was fun too. I played the guitar after the band was through, and listened to some country and picked some chords out. While I played, a few couples got up to dance, and I had a sentimental moment. =P Haha. Well, all in all, it was an awesome gig.

And now, I'm going to bed. Tomorrow, the beach. Yay!

~ Tim

She's a ride on a Mystery Train

I'm not sure what I've gotten myself into. I've got a girlfriend. *gasp* Oh hush. But no, last time I did this, half of my friends waged war on me, and then my other half backed me up and hated the half that waged war on me in the first place. It was like WWIII or something. But we're all over that. Good thing, too. Anyways, so, all my friends know, and they all don't have a problem. It's my family that has the issue this time. My sister doesn't know her at all, and therefore creates a biased opinion and doesn't like her. Mom cracks all these jokes about her (and doesn't know that I'm actually listening and feeling kinda bad whenever she does), and dad doesn't really care. My best friends are rooting me on on the sidelines, and I'm glad for that at least. But my family could be a LITTLE more supportive. Back to my point, I'm not sure what I've gotten myself into with her- I don't know everything about her. I know the basics, but not the, uhh, non-basics?

There are days when she's a whisper
Nights when she's a scream
A reason to wake up in the morning
To close your eyes and dream
She'll curse you like a sailor
She'll wound you with her eyes
She always makes it better
But she won't apologize
I know everything about her but don't know her at all

So, I can't talk about much of it (for two reasons: she's asked me not to, and I'm not sure who all reads this...), but I know she's been through some stuff. Stuff meaning shit. Shit meaning deep shit. All I can do is talk to her at this point, because I refuse to do to her what I've done in the past to others- hold their hands through all their problems. That doesn't help, it only makes it so you don't learn from what's happened. So, all I do is talk to her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset about that. I love it. Talking to her is very fun, and I enjoy every moment of it. Now, if only she had her own phone...

She's a ride on a mystery train
To a place you've never been before
Better hold on tight to that mystery train
You're not in Kansas anymore
She's a ride
Mystery train

She told me she was going over to her dad's house this weekend for Fourth of July weekend. She didn't sound to happy about that. She's told me her parents are divorced, and she strongly prefers her mother. She won't have any way of talking to me, or I to her. I thought about mailing my cell phone to her, but that idea came a little late. So, all I can do is hope that she's having fun, and not getting into trouble.

She cries because she's happy
She sings songs when she's mad
Like a stiff drink when you need it
She's good at being bad
And long before you knew her you knew she was the one

She's definitely not like anyone I've ever met before. She may be almost two years younger than me, but she's much more mature than me. But again, she's a girl. Girls are supposed to be more mature. Still.. I wish she would tell me more sometimes.

She's a ride on a mystery train
To a place you've never been before
Better hold on tight to that mystery train
You're not in Kansas anymore
She's a ride
Mystery train

I know everything about her but don't know her at all

Oh well. I've promised her to take it one step at a time, and I'll figure out what she's trying to tell me along the way. I have a feeling I have a bit to learn about her, and she about me.

She's a ride on a mystery train
To a place I've never been before
Better hold on tight to that mystery train
I'm not in Kansas anymore
She's a ride
On a mystery train
She's a ride
On a mystery train

~ Tim

You know you're real productive when...

...you and four or five of your best friends go to see a movie you hate and two of you mock it the whole time. Believe me, it MAY piss off everyone around you, but it is a hell of a lot of fun! Haha. No, I tease. Eclipse, while the Twilight saga may not be my favorite set of movies, was for the most part okay. Me and Annie were cracking up through the whole thing, and that's probably why I had fun. That and cookout afterwards. Anyways, it was a great day, we had a lot of laughs, and I enjoyed it all.

I'm going to miss these days.

I mean, I'm going to be a freaking Junior next year. Really?! An upperclassmen, me?! Who died and decided that was going to happen? I'm still a kid! Albeit I turn seventeen in less than three months, but still! I'm too young for this. *sigh* To be honest, I'm nervous. This past year, sophomore year, was horrible. It was absolutely positively the worst year of school I've ever had the horror of living through. Hell, I think part of me died last year. And it was all to do with stupid, childish games, dramatic idiots leading me and my best friends on, lies, and just nonsense. I've never seen so many teenagers act like absolute babies. And I was in the middle of it, because I CHOSE to be in the middle of it. I chose badly, too. I'm like that- I like to help, I like to be there, I like to do what I can, and I had a hard time realizing that I'm only sixteen! I'm not a counselor, I'm not God, I'm not even an adult! I'm a kid. A kid who doesn't know that calling 911 for a friend who is being beaten is the ONLY way to help with that situation. It took me so long to figure that out. It took me up until the very last day I went to school before summer to figure that out. I wish I could go back, lay a hand on my shoulder, and tell me that I can't do all that, not now. My mother, someone who's far braver, and far wiser than I think I could ever be, once told me that I'm not superman. I can't save everyone. And I now see that she's right. And I'm sorry, for everyone that I tried to help. I probably ended up hurting you, in the end.

I did a lot of hurting myself, last year. I hurt, and made other hurt. I hurt because, well, two reasons: I'm an idiot, and, well, I'm an idiot. The first way is because when it comes to love, I have no idea where I'm going, or what I'm doing. All I know is sex is a disease that can kill you before you're married. Well that's what I'm TOLD. I'm not sure I believe it, but it's drilled into my head that abstinence is key. So, I'm still a virgin. But back to my point, I don't know what to do with love. Sure, I loved someone last year, and broke her heart a time or two. Unintentionally. But we're over that, and I wouldn't change our relationship for the world, and she knows that. I've told her. The second way I'm an idiot is that I get so involved in other peoples problems, so intertwined, that I become like a sponge: I soak up their emotions, and I make them my own. I get to know how they feel, and I worry. God, do I worry. I worry twenty four hours a day, eight days a week. But.. I'm getting better. I'm not the same idiot I was, either way.

As scary as this year coming up seems, I think it'll be better than last year. I'm armed with knowledge, and new found wisdom: I admit I'm not superman. I can't always help, I can turn you to someone who can, though. But I'm not superman, nor have I ever been.

~ Tim