Post by twilight on Jul 18, 2019 12:41:55 GMT -5
The year is 1108 AD. Louis VI becomes the king of France. We were living outside Paris at this time. My father was a blacksmith. A good one. The crusades were in full swing, France, England, Norway were all engulfed in the crusades, soon Spain would too. God had been calling his children to Palestine and the holy land and my father was helping build the weapons.
I was 11 at the time. My name was Marcel. I spent a lot of time reading and writing. My father wanted me to be educated. He forbid me being a blacksmith or entering the royal navy. I wanted to travel the world, but he said right then there was no traveling just war.
So I would go to the nearest field on nice cool days. When I would lose focus on my studies Id stare up at the sky. One fine day I saw something up in the sky. I couldn't quite make it up, it was too high to be a bird, too big as well. I thought maybe it was an angel. I thought it was coming to take me home. But it wasn't. What it was I could not tell. Demon perhaps, I was not sure, it was a giant hand, with eyes at the base of it. It did not speak, it screamed and gurgled sounds. And it kept getting closer and close to me. It finally fell on the ground near me and came for me, giant fingers like legs. It was a nightmare, a living breathing nightmare. And it was here to drag me away. And it did, I arrived in Jeville a short time later. I was scared. I was alone, and monsters lurked in the shadows. Things that should not be hunted me all those few trapped in this special circle of hell.
I did not last long in Jeville, but it would not be my last visit there.
I guess Jeville has always been my own personal hell. WE all have them. Some are made by our own hands others are just that much more real. And I have to wonder if Reaper knows about hell? With a name like that one would have to wonder. Reaper you are the world champion but you aren't acting like it, you cut 20 second promos and think that is enough? Its not. You have been lucky to this point, but your luck is over starting now. Do more, be more, prove you deserve the world title.
That is all for today.
Fade to light
I was 11 at the time. My name was Marcel. I spent a lot of time reading and writing. My father wanted me to be educated. He forbid me being a blacksmith or entering the royal navy. I wanted to travel the world, but he said right then there was no traveling just war.
So I would go to the nearest field on nice cool days. When I would lose focus on my studies Id stare up at the sky. One fine day I saw something up in the sky. I couldn't quite make it up, it was too high to be a bird, too big as well. I thought maybe it was an angel. I thought it was coming to take me home. But it wasn't. What it was I could not tell. Demon perhaps, I was not sure, it was a giant hand, with eyes at the base of it. It did not speak, it screamed and gurgled sounds. And it kept getting closer and close to me. It finally fell on the ground near me and came for me, giant fingers like legs. It was a nightmare, a living breathing nightmare. And it was here to drag me away. And it did, I arrived in Jeville a short time later. I was scared. I was alone, and monsters lurked in the shadows. Things that should not be hunted me all those few trapped in this special circle of hell.
I did not last long in Jeville, but it would not be my last visit there.
I guess Jeville has always been my own personal hell. WE all have them. Some are made by our own hands others are just that much more real. And I have to wonder if Reaper knows about hell? With a name like that one would have to wonder. Reaper you are the world champion but you aren't acting like it, you cut 20 second promos and think that is enough? Its not. You have been lucky to this point, but your luck is over starting now. Do more, be more, prove you deserve the world title.
That is all for today.
Fade to light
