And so I built a city of black glass lined with mirrors and the guardians took turns to labour and guard the peace of my world, and so a bitter beauty was born into my world. The foundations built on bone and blood dust and stone, the forests that were turned to stone at the falling of the sun were broken down and made into the structures of beauty. For there purpose was the embodiment of principal, and of moral value... I believe I mannaged to capture principal in the construct of my new world... But moral value I fear is not something that can be manufactured, for I tried and tried and I failed. But it was not the end of my will to learn, to understand. And so I built bridges over the grate cracked waists that was now my home and the missing pieces of land that fell into the void at the breaking of the world became an omnious view from the grate towers that were built for the guardians and soon most of the expance of my world was covered by a grate city.. Black and laced in silver as the mirrors caught the glimps of the guardians and there fire as they walked in the city. And so each guardian was given a principle to imbody and uphold, for my world was not totaly free of evil.. For under our feet they had there strongholds, and there minds were ever bent on the destruction of my world. The Hall of memories remained strictly under my protection and in time I had repaired the gates that were broken and my body was healed faster within its walls. And so all was well and evil things did not dare breach the surface, and I had little cause to go into the earth for the guardians that were sent to hold the world together were still TRUE to there task. And so the time had come to leave the pain of my world behind...
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 18:27:54 +0000
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