im writing a new book...ive put shaughn from my last idea in it... tell me what ya'll think...and tell me if i should post more as i write....
THE LAST HEART
In a land of Hate and many acrimonious feelings, there might be a hope of love and romance…
In a future were all life, technology, and just pure commonsense has backslidden, life is just a game to stay alive, know how to fight, and find new ways to make weapons…The land is a barren waste land. Well most of the earth is… California and Europe have broken off of their continents and have joined Greenland, Australia, and Antarctica in a new continent forming the last place were plants grow and has uncontaminated air …only the originals or the Amish are aloud to live there…
There once was a story about a man. But he was no ordinary man. Born with flowing black locks, and black eyes that glow red in the second darkness, second darkness is the time were there is no light…it is always dark on the super continent, just not always pitch black. This man is named Amish. He grew up in Amish community but he never fit it. Always muttering to himself as if possessed, always tinkering. He always finished his work, though. But by 18 he decided to leave them, only to return if he found the truth, if they let him return.
So he sailed to the main land, in his new world with cloths choices, he took on black with chains, black nail polish, trench coat, and knives, if you call that part of his cloths. He also was introduced to the guns of this era, pulse weapons.
“Vincent, Michael, we need to get moving the second darkness will be coming soon.” Amish spoke, as they came up over a ridge. Then they all saw it, the dark forest on the super continent.
“Lets go!” Amish yelled.
“Amish, I don’t want to go.” Vincent told him, “To many have died.”
“We will be able to go through it.” Amish assured him.
“I’m not afraid, I just want to return.” Vincent told him. Vincent, he was dressed like Amish, not totally alike be the same theme. He grew up not on the perfect continent, but on the west side of the supper one.
“HAHAHA, none of us are afraid! We are the best if we can’t do it none can.” Michael spoke up. Michael, or Mike, was like Vincent and dressed like Amish. “The second darkness approaches.”
“Lets rest before the second darkness comes.” Amish spoke…
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Flying in the mist and darkness Amish suddenly stopped in front of a girl.
“Sean… come to me…I’m calling…Why don’t you come?” She was standing in darkness, in a black gown, with long black flowing locks, and black wings from her back. She was very beautiful. “Come… save me…”
Amish shot up “Scarlet!” from were he lay, remembering his dream of the girl. His two comrades immediately asked him what was wrong.
“Nothing! Its nothing…just a dream.” Amish had never told them what these dreams were about. Nor that they were the same dream every time he slept.
“So… will you tell me why are we going into the forest?” Vincent asked. The super continent is half dark forest and the other half desert wasteland.
“To meet a friend.” Amish told him…
The friend
“Am I ever cursed to walk forever alone, to never feel the fresh breeze of the wind or taste the cooling waters of the deep? Can there be sorrow were there is no grief? No they only exist were there is only the last beat of a heart.” The young warrior carved those words in to a tree. In normal counting he was 18. He was loveless and homesick. He had left two years earlier to find himself, but so far he had nothing to go on about himself or his purpose. All he had to work with were a knife, his cloak, and his sword. Then, upon looking up from the tree, he heard a young girl scream. He then saw, in a small meadow, the girl being pursued by a grown man.
Standing up the young man, Shaughn, started walking over to them. The man was a man who kills for his taste of blood.
“ If you require an opponent let me fight you.” Shaughn said calmly.
Turning to look at Shaughn the man spoke out, “I am Sloan, I will fight you and then I’ll get back to you little missy.”
“Sloan you do not disserve a name that means warrior. I will liberate warrior from your name by avenging the ancestors of it!” Shaughn called as they both strode forward. As he ran, Sloan unsheathed his sword and held it straight out, the tip toward Shaughn. Keeping it straight he put it to his side beginning his style of swordsmanship. But Shaughn only, put his one hand on the sheath and the other on the hilt of the sword as he ran. Then, just as the two of them converged Shaughn slid the sword up just a little to block Sloan’s strike and slid it, the part of the blade that was open, just above Sloan’s waist. Sliding away as he struck, Shaughn stopped a few feet away and turned around to see Sloan using his sword as a crutch to keep himself up. Shaughn had also used his spare hand to slip a knife, which was secured to his ankle, along the back of Sloan’s leg. Sloan never saw it coming.
“You are good but I am better!” Sloan yelled as he broke off a branch of a tree and then snapped it in half. He then ripped his shirt and used it to secure one half above his knee, then the other half below the knee for support. With his newly found support, Sloan returned to his stance.
“ Why do you come as a stick when I am a sword? Have I not promised to right the wrong you have brought to you name? I tell you this day even if you were with 10,000 men I would still bring judgment to your name!” Shaughn spoke.
“Many men have died trying to defeat me do not make the same mistake.” Sloan said showing that even he had a heart in him somewhere, but not a genuine heart.
“I grow tired of the stench of your name I will end this now!” Shaughn charged straight at Sloan and whipped out his sword right through Sloan, before he could even react. He fell to the ground saying, “If my legs were still attached I would kill you.” In that moment Sloan died and Shaughn had liberated the wrongs to the name.
Now the girl ran and ran Shaughn didn’t know where she went.
*Yells*
Hearing the yells Shaughn ran to where they came from. “I’m here.” He said drawing his sword.
“Hello Shaughn.” It was the voice of Amish. Shaughn realized he had a knife at his neck. “You were always second best…” Amish took his knife from Shaughn’s neck.
“What do you want?” Shaughn asked.
“I’m on a quest…would you like to come.” He continued to tell him that they would go through the forest to get to the abyss.
“I’ll come.” Shaughn agreed. “Who all is coming?”
“You and the rest of my… friends.” Amish responded.
“Lets get ready…”
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The next day Amish and Shaughn stood in front of Mike and Vincent.
“What are you two good at?” Shaughn asked.
“I’m a fighter… and Vincent is my bro…so I’m teaching him things.” Mike told Shaughn.
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