Friday, December 30, 2011

Winter Break

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (possibly Hanukkah?) and I hope you all will have a wonderful New Years' celebration. I have had an absolutely wonderful winter break and I'm dreading the return to school. I only wish there were some snow here, but alas, there is none.

Here is a little poem for you all today. Perhaps you shall enjoy it.

I've finally got it right.
I've finally figured it out.
Peace has finally entered
this cold and rainy soul.
Never have I felt it
quite like this.
The peace is all encompassing,
never failing to ease a troubled thought.

How could I have missed it?
How did I let it go before?
Now that I have it,
never will I let it go.

~Anora Anakaya~

~Edited by Sharon

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Newfound Hearts

Life is perilous, no? We're drawn to hate. We're drawn to ignorance. Eventually, pain is the outcome. Love seems to be the noun to fuel such desires most frequently. I am no different, and these past two weeks have proved to be difficult as a result. As a result, this next piece comes as a result of the desire in my heart that drives me towards hate, ignorance, and pain all the same.


"A Single Lark Leans on My tree"

         We are star-crossed lovers. Can you sense the irony? Romeo and Juliet were too naïve to count the number of thoughts we've shared. Love, together we should dive but apart we must stay. Another by a similar name holds your heart. I'll never become such a thief.
          Life is more than a dream. Fate is more cruel than on screen. For each inch of my soul yearned for your embrace so long ago. You were my wife on stage but refused to become more than a friend in my delirious sleep.
          "Think happy thoughts," I murmur when you sat so close only days ago. You leaned against an arm rest--how I envied it...Alas, a poet creates this identity and a demon bites my tongue, lest I whisper your name too favorably. Think happy thoughts the words come once more. Sadness comes soon after wishes to fly home together fail. Yet, that smile...those lips that I'd joyfully kiss haunt me. Still, my mind ceases to be depressed. No! Personality like a beacon, darkness could never come between us.
          "Ma cheri amour" should be the label you adore from these lips that whisper your name secretively. But French lacks the flare of la morena hermosa that you truly are. Fewer times have we been together than my least attractive friend, but you continuously strike my heart in a novel way.
          Won't you come closer? Instead you utter, "Only time will tell." Yet, time kills our parental and friends alike. If waiting is key than this world only seems lonely. I wish for more than hope, more than faith, but impossibilities never quench my thirst.
          My heart on the line; my brain beneath the blade. Querida, maturity is lost upon my soul. Until you're by my side, I wish to never grow old.

In a world full of ideals, I seek the truth.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011



Okay guys so as you may have noticed, last week a whole new list of writers introduced themselves. Kicking the week off was Alex Sempsrott, a mystery and thriller writer and a friend of Heidi. Secondly was a good friend of mine, Aulene, a poet sharing her work for the first time. Next up was one of our newest editors, Sharon, who made an awesome post to honor our remaining editors Logan and Elizabeth, under the direction of the lovely Terra ;) Last but most certainly not least, things were wrapped up with a beautiful piece by Robby White, ex-member of the band "Hear Me Out" and the 13th member of our staff.

It was an eventful week, and we are raring to get things started for the New Year. Next the blog will be evolving even further, becoming far more organized, some new artists, and a few other treats. ;) Until then, check out this newest poem I have made for you guys. It is another section out of my Project Searchman series. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
Voices run, Thoughts undone.
No time here, so little left there.
How much longer am I in control?
How much longer until my sanity is gone?
Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
My grip slips, my thoughts betrayed.
Actions taken without my consent.
No one stands in my way.
I thought I told you I shall win today?
Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
You allowed the hands of midnight,
to passed without you in slumber.
Oh my dear raptor, I’ll make you extinct
as you slowly awake to my horror.
Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
Oh how I hate the hope you have now,
how you worked to undo all I have achieved.
Let your haters be my motivation,
giving rise to your monstrosity.
Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
I feel you ready to blow,
ready to unleash me into your crestfallen world.
Keep that head down, that’s right,
and take those blows without putting up a fight.
Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
Oh if only they knew how it fed me,
when their attacks come your way.
The demon in you, craves to be free.
The creature in me, desires some mental meat.
Tick, Tock, Click, Clock.
But then she shows up, messing me up.
Ruining my plans, repairing your heart.
I start over again, hoping to win out,
as she does the impossible, resetting your clock.
Tick Tock, the clock has stopped.
The bomb cut. Your mind set away from me,
but do not worry, she will not always be there.
For this voice, my voice, is eternal,
and I’m not going anywhere.


Monday, December 26, 2011

Merry Christmas!

Since we didn't get our holiday post up yesterday I figured I would dedicate my post this week to telling our readers about how the LIF's Christmas went. Most of our members have given me a little story about how their Christmas went, and since I have to work a long shift today I need to post now. I will come back and edit this post and add in other Christmas experiences as I get them. Enjoy!


Well, our Christmas was a little different than usual this year, but there's one tradition we always hold on to no matter what- my dad buys each of us a new ornament, which we are not allowed to see until we open them and we always do ornaments first. He puts a lot of effort into finding really neat ones. This year. I got a Sherlock Holmes one because I read all the Original Stories for the first time this year and have become completely obsessed with anything Holmes related. (And my mom got a giraffe one because she really wishes those miniature giraffe commercials were real.) And despite how much I desperately needed this new laptop I'm typing this from and some of the other presents I got (which were all amazing!) my favorite present has got to be the earrings. I opened the obvious jewelry box and found earrings made of three pearls each, stacked on top of each other. My grandmother then says, "They're real; they're from my necklace," and then explains that she had matching pairs made for both of my girl cousins on that side of the family. So Meghan, Lauren (who wore said necklace just this summer in her wedding) and I all have matching earrings made from pearls that were part of our grandmother's necklace. I can't think of any physical present that better fits the christmas spirit.
I slept in my family follows the German tradition, that means be open all of our presents on Christmas Eve. Since we had no more presents to open the next morning, we all slept until about 2:00pm because no one went to bed until about 5:00. So since we had no more presents yesterday we just played with the ones we got tonight before. My favorite present was a tie between getting my letterman jacket and getting Evanescence tickets!!!!!
Slept in, went to grandma's house, favorite gift was a blanket given by my boyfriend. Opened gifts in the afternoon.
We woke up at around 8 and opened presents. I got a ps3 harry potter edition with 3d blu-ray harry potter included. I also got littlebigplanet, bioshock 2, a sports book, a gift card to wal-mart, and 40 bucks. Afterwards we hit the road to go to jackson, got here around 4. Had christmas dinner with my dads family and played xbox and watched basketball for the rest of the day.
I woke up early and went to work. I worked until 1:15 and then went home and we opened up presents. Normally my family wakes up around 9 and opens the presents, but I had to work so this year we did Christmas a little differently. A tradition my family has is that every Christmas Eve my brother and I are able to open two presents. By now we both know what they are each year, but I still love that we keep the tradition going. The presents are always our Christmas pajamas, and our Christmas Ornament. My favorite gift that I got this year is The Lion King Diamond Edition. When I was little The Lion King was my absolute favorite movie, and as I have grown it still is. That present brought back a lot of memories for me, and because of those memories it easily became my favorite.
I spent Christmas in my room, since it's a little hard to talk to or bond with my stepdad and my mom had to work. I spent all day on IMVU and had a late Christmas dinner with my mom and stepdad.

So that is how some of the members of Life In Fiction spent their Christmas Day. I hope that all of our Readers had a wonderful Christmas, and that they got to spend it with the people they love.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Truth

Hello, I am one of the new editors, but I may post something every once in a while. I don't show my writings very often, so feedback is always welcomed. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year!



live to die.
drink to forget.
smoke your pain stress.
drug yourself your mind.
cry out the pain.

You take a lot for
complain about the simplest of things.
full of lies.
pretend to be someone your not.
You're a
fool for your own facade.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


Hay! I'm Aulene. I am new on here and I have never posted on here before. I'm super nervous for you to see my writing. No one has ever seen my writing before so I am open to criticism. Quinton and I have been friends for about a year and he has been creeping on me to join the blog. I have been writing ever since I had to move in ninth grade. My writing is all very dark but I promise I am not that bad in real life... kinda. Please post your comments and help me improve and grow. Thank you so much!!!!!!!!


Can you feel it?
A current.
A current of thoughts,
dark thoughts.
Oh no... he saw me,
at the party.
I just wanted to yell
Not him,
I don't.
I didn't.
I wouldn't.
Oh no.
The current died
and then I sat down.
Down to a dark place,
gone forever.
The current is not there
to pull me back up
to the surface
to breath.
The current is gone
from me

~Edited by Sharon

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

No One

Hey guys, this is my first post, so I figured I'd post one of the first things I've ever written. Read and enjoy!
Alex S.
I was called by the Most High to save more souls,
But Abaddon has enticed me in my own desires.
I have lost sight of my mission.
It was my own doing, I knew where it would lead me.
I feel no pain or hurt, only guilt,regret,and sorrow.
Will the Most High come and save me?
I am calling out, but no one can hear me.
Can no one see how entangled I am?
No one sees me nor hears me.
I guess this is how it will end;
lost in the web of my own desires.
I am laying here having lost all desire for anything,
But I am suddenly taken aback.
The Most High and His mighty crusade has come to rescue me.
Tears flood eyes as joy enters my heart.
Then the Most High breaks these chains and lifts me into his chariot.
Guilt once again enters my body, but is quickly pushed away by a soft whisper,
saying,"You are forgiven, now live in paradise with me."

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Happy Friday!!

So for my writing piece today I have a bit of a new story I am working on. Enjoy.



Tess smiled and batted her eyelashes as she sat in his lap. He was the sole person she could actually sit with in person, even though technically, she just passed right through him. He was gorgeous as always, a stone cold sort of beautiful that seemed completely lethal. Tess slowly altered her outfit into a sexy red dress with a split up the left leg; she knew he loved her in red. She slowly ran her finger up the slit and flashed a seductive smile at him, “If you would sleep we could play.” She told him, a glint in her eye. She knew that he rarely slept, and when he did she knew better than to slip into his dreams. Damien wasn’t a man you wanted to anger. He knew how to hold a grudge. Tess knew that first hand.

His face which is usually so still and expressionless cracked and for a brief moment he smiled.  That small smile sent a buzz of excitement through Tess. She had followed him through his days, observing his interactions with the people in his life and she knew that no one had achieved such a smile from him. He was all business with nearly every person he came in contact with. But not her, never quite with her. She figured that not being a real person made it possible for him to let himself relax a little more in her presence. She wasn’t a threat to him; she never could be.

Damien fought the urge to reach and brush a strand of hair out of her face. His attempt would be wasted since he couldn’t touch her. He could have any girl he wanted, but never her. Tess had always been just out of his reach. Tess could make no contact with humans in reality, but in a dream she could do as she wished with them. The dream world was hers to command, Tess made dreams come true. Never Damien’s though. Damien thought it was ironic that the one person who could see her while not dreaming was the one guy Tess had denied. Damien loved thinking that Tess was stuck with him for eternity now. Naturally she could choose to live a life of solitude, and fall into dreams for all of her social interactions. Tess would never choose that though, she still hoped that her condition could be reversed.

Tess was sure that Damien was the key to making everything better. If Damien was the key, he was going to make sure that Tess paid for the torment she had caused him.


Slowly Tess ran her finger over his cheek; she was at the point right before her hand would pass right through him. She liked to pretend that her touch felt like that of a feather to him, but she really had no idea how her touch felt to him. She frowned when he stood up and left her sitting in the chair. Quickly Tess hid the frown and put on an expression that showed his denial meant nothing to her. She didn’t want him to know that he had the power to upset her or toy with her emotions. She may be stuck with him, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she longed for his company now. She watched with a clear expression as he slid into his coat, put his wallet into his pocket, and left the house.

Friday already... wow. Time seriously flies by for me. Exciting things have been happening on all fronts of my life. Writing wise, I realized that I know an author in real life. This was a huge deal for me because it makes my dream of being published and making a living off of writing seem like a possibility. Another exciting aspect is that this author is willing to read my work. So I will be dabbling in writing stories for children, stories from my heart. 

On the blog front there has been a lot of recruiting going on, and a lot of new things being planned and put into motion. The LIF team is growing, which means more variety of authors, some intro to amazing artists, and the introduction of an editing team. Be sure to check back for more details about the good things to come.

The next exciting thing is that I am enrolling in college this month. Classes will start in January for me, and I am thrilled. I've loved school and learning my whole life and am eager to get back to school. I love the structured routines that come with having classes and set schedules. Due to starting up with school, I may be busy and may have to set writing on the sidelines to focus on my class work. However, I do plan to take a few writing courses so that I can improve and learn more about my hobby.

Friday, December 16, 2011

The Hallway

Hey guys, Joseph W. Here. Its been awhile, I know. I'm just so busy these days between filming, my band and school... And to add to that, I've had massive writers block... But I actually have a poem for you this week.

Hope you enjoy


The Hallway

The hallway is long
the hallway is dark
I hear whispers of songs
and see Shadows in sparks

I'm restless, as the figure crawls near me
I look to my left, for someone dear to me
By my side sits nothing at all
but it was never there in the first place if I recall

The flickering lights add to the charade,
I raise my hand to my heart,
as the figure begins to fade.

The lights come on
nothing is around
the figure is gone
the world makes not a sound.

From nowhere my heart starts to jump
faster faster, the blood starts to pump
I raise my hand in the dim lit hall
one lunge and i then fall

on the ground i lay, bleeding, dying
on the floor i lay, dirty, crying.
I cry out for help but no help can be found
I look to the sky, as the dark closes in all around.

I lay there in my own shadow, for hours upon hours
"Son" a whisper said to me, you may be healed through my power.
In all my heart i wanted this help, but pride was my downfall, Something kept me felled.

Days seemed to pass, the bleeding grew worse, though i would not bleed out.
the pain was persistent I was ready to die.
But the voice said to me, "son, it is not your time"

I refused it again, I wouldn't take help, no not from him.
I was to die this way, by the enemies will, at my own hand.

the voice said "Son you no longer have a say, i will soften your heart, you will obey"
I cried out in terror, as the light flashed around.
the hallway was lit, and the walls then crashed down.

The shadows were gone, my wound was healed
there was a peace in my heart, the one that i used to feel.
back before, the whispers, and sparks.
Back before the creatures of the dark.

No longer was I scared, no longer was I sad.
No more dying, no more sorrow, Free from all terror.

I stood up, clothed in white, and a man approached me.
he tapped my shoulder and said "Son, follow me"

Through all my pride, i could not accept it.
but i needed help, and my ignorance, i regret it.
No more will i hide in darkness, no more will i sharpen my own blade.
No longer shall I sulk in my own shadow, but i shall walk tall in a new faith.


Peace and Blessings

Joseph W.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

My Molly

          Winter break has started here at OSU, and Columbus has probably lost at least 10% of its population. Seriously, as I'm writing this, I'm probably one of only two people left in my dorm. It's strangely quiet...but I digress.

          Earlier this week, I was eating lunch when I saw a young, attractive girl (probably 19 years old). She was eating lunch alone, while typing away at her laptop. If I hadn't have had a math final in less than an hour, I probably would have introduced myself, or something more than what I did. This next piece is something I imagined after we exchanged glances the first time. (Bonus points if you can guess the origin of the title.)


"Every Man Has a Molly"

         Softly she sits. Her eyes stare hard at the space between the lines. Black hair and brown eyes. Bright clothes worn loosely. A beauty may exist in her soul but all who come close go other ways. All stand outside her world. Never has she complained until now, when the man she likes stares back with disdain.
          Food in front of him. A computer in front of her. He lives for life, but she only knows confusion. He would never go for a girl like me. Her thoughts go on. Temptation taunts the table. Lust fills her eyes. To the one she wishes to hold her, she can only be despised.
          He stands. She hopes for something more. He's done. She wants to finish. Closer, he gets. Their eyes are locked with determination. Closer still, his feet bring him. "Hey," she whispers as he goes the other way. She's lost and can only stare on.
          Life is funny. Give it credit for that at least. Some things work out, others just tear. Laughs form around silent irony. Eyes form cold tears. Late nights are dark times, but she still sits silently.

Life is but a dream.


Monday, December 12, 2011

Sora Kū


Just because you can't see me, doesn't mean I'm not there.

Okay guys so L.I.F. shall be switching up how the posting schedule works thanks to our new family member! So the way the new posting schedule works is that one member will be posting everyday, five times a week as usual. The difference is that one member will be on break every week, so you may be forced to wait a week if you are looking for a specific writer. However, both Terra and Anora have their own blogs, Individuality and Aspiraions Bloom, so you can go there if you desire to read their information. Also check out the blog Life as you Dream, run by my little sis Illya!

FINALLY, let's get down to business... today's post! Here is another poem from the Project Searchman series, hope you enjoy it!

Sitting in a void as crowded
as a high school hallway.
Separated by a space
as wide as the sky?

Why won't I say a word?
Because I am afraid.
You're sitting right in front of me,
but you're still out of range of soul.

I had you in my hands thrice,
So chance four is an impossible request.
In a world full of mistakes,
My only regret is you.

How could I possibly win?
With troubled thoughts a plenty.
I'm slower than others,
but far more loving.

Blue Sky, Night Stars,
give me answers,
heal the fissure in my mind,
give the courage to speak.

The quintessential energy
that evokes the thoughts of you,
powers the imagination
that gets us all through.

This energy moves me through
the past everyday,
But before I know it,
thoughts of you are already in the....


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

And Then There Was Six


So today I would like to introduce the newest member to the Life in Fiction family, Heidi! She's the little the sister of fellow blogger Joseph and a novelist. :) For today's post, I thought that the Life in Fiction crew could sit down and ask her a few questions so you could be better accustomed with our newest blogger.

Quinton: What made you decide to join Life in Fiction?

Well, Joseph first asked me a while back and I was pretty bound and determined that it simply wasn't possible. Then Anora and Tara started after me, I was still against it. And then Quinton happened... well I was finally convinced. So here I am.

Quinton: Tell us about yourself, who's your inspiration, what are your hobbies and goals/dream in life?

Oh where to begin? I'm quite a strange person. My passion is imagination. There's a vast world in my head filled with characters, countries, cultures just waiting to be written... whether all of it will be or not depends on my attention span. However I hope to write books upon books involving everything in my head :) My inspiration? Hmm, G.K. Chesterton comes to mind as a big inspiration. My mother, of course. My brother Pete. Is it weird that I'm about to say St. Patrick? Well him too. So many people inspire me, it's impossible to name them all. :) Hobbies? Writing, of course, drawing, and singing are my main hobbies. Goals and dreams. To become a published author (so cliche), a singer, a Disney Princess, an Irish legend... oh you get the picture. But, another big dream would be to assist in the elimination of the abuse of women. :)

Quinton: How did you start writing?

I've been writing since I could, honestly. I've always had a story to tell. I can remember the first time I used the letter "Q" in a story... I have no idea why. It was in a story about this girl who wakes up to find a group of aliens in her living room, including a King and Queen. :) That was about 1st or 2nd grade. It wasn't until 3rd and 4th that I really started to write. That was when Joseph and his friends came up with an imaginary world that I've basically taken over since then. ;) I wrote my first book at the age of 11 and 12 and well... haven't stopped :)

Joseph: How tall are you?

I am 6'1. Just a big freak.

Joseph: Why haven't you been answering my knocks on the window. I've been trying for weeks?

The real question is, why haven't you returned the sword to me!? I'm the only one who can stop the Flaugernaut invasion!

Alex: What's your biggest strengths/weaknesses?

Oh man, I'm very strong-willed and independent, which is both a strength and a weakness. I don't really know. I'd have to think about it for quite a while.

Alex: What's your favorite scary movie?

I don't really watch scary movies. The closest I've come are M. Night Shyamalan flicks. My favorite of those would be either "The Village" or "Signs".


Awesome introduction for our newest member Heidi! :) She will be posting next week on Wednesday for her first post, so stay tuned and treat her nice. ;) Until tomorrow, stay classy my friends!


Tuesday, December 6, 2011



the rush the bustle
all that hustle
move, keep moving
don't stop
don't slow
move. Move. MOVE.

Don't stand here
amongst the crowd
blurred faces passing you
a stream and a river
of top hats and longs coats
of blue eyes and dark faces.

Don't slow US down
as we hurry and be productive
as we forget the meaning of leisure,
of relaxing and unwinding.
Don't slow us down
because you need to stand still.

Keep busy.
Do work.
Go from dance to self-defense
from yoga to your nine-to-five job
from soccer to the sports bar
from the bar to the club
from your friend's home to the movies.
Keep moving.

Lose breath and you lose.
If you can't do it,
you're too slow
too weak
too incompetent.
You body is limp with inability
a flimsy piece of paper
that can't support a dream.

So keep moving.
Be busy and hustle
follow all that bustle.

~Anora Anakaya~

Monday, December 5, 2011

Calling an Audible for Autumn's End

December starts a new schedule for the Life In Fiction crew and all of you. Each Monday, Alex will post a piece or something of relative relavance. (Yes, I'm aware I just referred to myself in the first person. I like it that way.)
As always, this week I'm bringing forth a piece to show you the how reality is fictitious. In fact, the girl at the center of this piece--who was responsible for last week's post--is a friend of mine who has no clue these pieces exist. Let's see if she notices this time.

"Sweetly Sarah"

          You sit next to me. We've been here many times before. Voices whisper as images flash upon the screen. A singular glance puts you at the center of my thoughts.

          Actors on the screen tell us how life's supposed to be. We both know things could never be so perfect. Perfection can never be reached. Although, you constantly trick my mind into seeing it as your denotation.

          Good men turn to monsters upon love's injection. Yet, you glance back with a smile upon your face. The connotation of it all sends a shiver down my spine. Soon you turn back, but the pseudo-sanctuary of the cinema lacks interest in my eyes. Your wonderful smile appears more entrancing.

          Curled around the cup-holder, your saintly fingers beckon for my touch. I shan't--I can't--give in. An explosion of emotion on the screen reminds me of the bomb trapped in my heart. Horrid as I am, giving it away would surely mean destruction. Holding it in means suicide, but my death lacks the detestable twist of your demise.

          Life on the screen fades to gray. Tears fill your eyes, almost infecting mine. Chances are you won't stay at my side. No, real life is never so grand. Our night ends with the movie. My day ends with your final smile my way. Afterwards, the clouds come and dreams test my sorry eyes. Yes, I've been here many times before. Still, I come back; for every tragic end is worth the pain.

My life shall never become fiction; for it is only fiction.


Friday, December 2, 2011

Let the waters flow over me. Calm my soul.

Hey everyone, today's Friday. Of course it means a visit from your optimistic friend Alex Arlington, right? Always.

This week, I did a free write from the tip of my tongue, top of my head, and bottom of my heart. Hopefully you read it and get where I'm coming from.


"Another Sarah"

           Look over the cliff of existence, she stands below--so far below. Sense the grief in my words as I spill my heart on top of her. She looks up to me, but looking down is all I seem to ever do. Understanding isn't her trait to hold. No, judgements cross her lips more often.

           The skies stain scarlet, my eyes turned gray with the lack of sleep. If she's not the one, her face says differently. That smile...those eyes...they keep me awake at night, pacing and turning like a dancer caught in a loop. Bewitched as I must be--judgemental as she has become--still I stand upon this cliff, ready to jump. Jumping into another line of thought would prove fairer, but the beating of my heart contradicts reason. It contradicts life itself. Thump wump. Thump wump. It beats so hard when I'm around her, yet she cannot hear because she's stuck below.

           I'm gazing at what I'll never have. Let it be my last sight! These eyes are tired and delusional, cut by the knife that shapes time with morbid thoughts. I could be ended right now with the smile on my face. Love isn't actualization but knowledge that I could do no better. I'm ready to dive, dive into her. She stands so far below, but all I wish is to be on her level--stand by her side.

Carpe diem et provehito in altum


Thursday, December 1, 2011

Jesters vs. Bards

Everything in Life Speaks, But Few Take the Time to Hear.
            Loki rolled over on his knees, cursing at everything with a name. Yin stared blankly at the setting sun. Loki steadily rose up to meet Yin’s blank glare.
“You could have told me you were psychic snowflake.”Loki mumbled.
“Then I would be a liar like you Loki.” Yin responded calmly.
“Smartass,” Loki said while attempting to attack from the side, “Block this!”
           Yin gently moved his hand horizontally through the air in Loki’s direction without looking at him. A Halberd formed in mid-air, blocking the incoming strike from Loki’s weapon. Loki frowned and teleported behind Yin, only to be met by a spear. Loki flipped backwards to survey his opponent. However, all three ofYin’s weapons began to float in midair and homed in on Loki. Loki leaped over the weapons and landed back in his original spot, but Yin was there to greet him with the blade of his glaive. Yin connected with the weapon piercing deep into Loki’s gut. Yin pulled out and back flipped for about twenty feet. Loki wheezed in pain and confusion.
“What’s your name brat?” Loki asked with a serious tone.
“Yin Yotto, Captain-General of the Aero Army and brother to King Yang Yotto, the most powerful air wizard in all the land.” Yin replied.
“That twin brat of yours is your brother eh? How did someone like him beat you for the King’s spot?” Loki laughed. “Why is it that I cannot hurt you? What’s your powers magician?”
“I’m no magician peasant. I’m a Summoner.” Yin said with rage.
“What kind of Summoner summons weaponry to a battle?” Loki erupted into an insane laughter.
“My polearms are not just weaponry. They are holy weapons blessed by the gods themselves peasant. Each possesses a soul of their own, which come to my aid at my times of need.”
“You know what General…” Loki said with a big frown on his face.
           Loki teleported behind Yin once more, who stacked a naginata, gisarme, and poleax on top of one another to bar his path. Loki stopped in his spot, and with green markings on his arm, held his free hand up and created a whirling storm of snow and ice around Yin. Five seconds later, Yin fell to the ground shivering.
“I hate it when people call me a peasant. ME! LOKI!!! THE GOD OF MISCHIEF! You all were made to be ruled by ME!”
           Loki motioned to deal the finishing blow, but was sent flying back by a sudden gust of wind. The perpetrator of the attack was Yang, who was standing with his hand out in a fist. Loki flipped upwards and dashed at his new opponent with wild eyes. Loki sent a gust of freezing air at Yang, who blew it away with a flick of his wrist. Loki threw a strong right hook at Yang, who blocked it with an open palm. In the area around Yang, everything froze. Yang with his free hand then delivered a strong forward punch to Loki’s ribcage, sending him flying in a swirl of wind that ripped his armor offf. Loki bounced for an extra twenty feet before coming to a stop. Yang stared down his opponent, who instantly disappeared. Yang was not fooled however, and turned ninety degrees to deliver another open handed punch that caught Loki defenseless and sent him soaring once more. Loki flipped over once more in rage, his blue skin steadily changing to the pink pigmentation of his brother Balder. Yang did not speak, just waited patiently.
“I see…” Loki said attempting to clam down,“That’s the difference between you two. Yin’s power cames from his calm feel for the life around him. But yours comes from calm, but focused rage. You can channel your rage properly, that must be what Feng Po saw in you lad…”
           Yang’s eyes sharpened at the mention of his father’s name. Loki caught wind of this and grinned.
“However my lad, you aren’t the only one who can focus better in rage. Now allow me to say…” Loki said with a serious, straight look, “Let the world… drop.”
           At that moment, the ground underneath seemed to shift downward, causing Yang to fly up into the air, the gravity all but gone. In a flash of light, Yang dropped to the ground with multiple minor cuts across his body. Loki stood a few feet away licking a dagger clean of blood.
“You know…” The voice of Tao Kai said, scaring Loki, “You should always stand straight.”
Loki turned around looking for the source of the voice, before his feet were taken from under him by his own shadow. Loki landed flat on his butt, and his shadow slowly pushed itself up from the ground to stand on it’s own in the sun. Loki examined the sight, before rolling to his left, barely dodging a quick strike from Marissa. Hopping onto his feet, vines began to wrap around Loki’s legs, restricting his movements. Attempting to break free, Loki could see Hammi sprinting at him at full speed. At seven o’ clock his shadow was homing in and at five o’ clock Marissa was charging at him with Atlantian tech mages. Loki’s skin changed to emerald green and a giant green snake rose from the ground and wrapped itself around Loki, teleporting him out of the way. Loki’s shadow and Marissa jumped to the sky, as Hammi punched into the ground, creating a huge fissure in the ground around 6,000 feet deep. The Shadow and Marissa landed deep in the newly created canyon, where Hammi sat peacefully waiting.
“I don’t think we were asked to remodel the planet Hammi.” The shadow said, revealing itself to be Tao Kai.
“We were asked to rid the world of the menace known as Loki Odinsson. I put enough strength into that attack to deal a killing blow to him.” Hammi replied.
“Even with Loki’s power I doubt he could have pulled this off.” Marissa said surveying the area.
“Not with his own physical strength. It’s strange though,” Tao Kai started, “I never thought King Yang could hold his own against Loki’s magical powers….”
“The twins both proved rather effective against Loki because they stuck to what they did best. In that lays Loki’s weakness my friends.” Balder said suddenly behind them.
           Balder looked up to the sky, watching Loki create branches on the inside of the canyon and swinging from one to the other. Balder’s fists glowed with a yellow light, and released a huge blast of light at twelve o’ clock, catching the emerald snake just as it appeared from the ground. Hammi caught a whiff of the snake, confusion rushing across his face.
“Mistletoe?” Hammi said, catching the attention of Balder.
“Where?” Balder replied.
           Before he could get his answer, the emerald snake caught Balder in his jaw while his back was turned, delivering a fatal bite into his chest and back. Loki screamed in joy as he witnessed the event, calling for the snake.
“Fantastic Jörmungandr! Return to me my pet, we ride from here!”
           The snake spat Balder to the ground and flew up to Loki. The Jörmungandr shifted into a blade, placing itself into Loki’s sheathe. Loki turned to leave, but Yang and Yin stood in his path. Loki sighed, and dashed forward to clash with his opponents.
           Hammi and Marissa worked diligently to heal Balder, but to no avail. Tao Kai paced uselessly around them, wondering what was happening.
“Why aren’t your powers working? I thought your medicine was the best in the land!” Tao Kai yelled at Hammi.
“All of my medicine comes from plants, and they all took the oath not to harm Balder…”
“Your job is to heal him!”
“Medicine are technically beneficial viruses, they are ‘harming’ the lethal agents in one’s body.” Marissa said hopelessly.
“I thought you had an oath from all living things not to harm you!” Tao Kai directed towards Balder.
“All but… Mistletoe… Listen…” Balder said, but was interrupted by Yin and Yang crashing into the ground a few feet away from them. Tao Kai pulled them by their shadows over to Balder who began to speak again.“Tao Kai, head of the oldest family of Shadowmancers on the planet. Marissa Rhoden, daughter of King Atlas and Princess of the City of Atlantis. Yin Yotto, The legendary ‘Blind Tiger’ and weapons master. Hammi, a pujaris of the Aadhi Jeganadha Temple and healer of across the lands. King Yang Yotto, heir to the Kingdom in the Sky. You all were chosen because you possess the ability to do what no one else can do.”
“Forgive me my Sworn Brother, but Yin and I couldn’t outmatch Loki at his own game together. How could we possibly win?”Yang spoke.
“Tao Kai, your powers encompass the fact that when you take over someone’s shadow, you can control their powers correct?”Balder asked.
“Yes. But Loki was different… I couldn’t use his super-strength, or his magic for that matter.”
“That’s because his power is a false one. Loki’s strength is that his powers are a combination of multiple smaller ones that he took from his victims. Nevertheless, he cannot out power a master at their own skill.”
“A jack of all trades…” Marissa jumped in.
“More like king, who can only be beat by an ace… Marissa, you possess the ability to naturally call forth the element powering your technology. Hammi, there isn’t a stronger person on this planet and no one that the plants trust more. Yin, the Voice of Life speaks loud to you. Yang, your magic is more powerful then your father’s ever was. Tao Kai, your control over the shadows creates limitless possibilities. You all cannot be beaten at your best, so combine that, and there you shall overcome Loki.”
           The warriors stood in silence, then met eye contact with each other. Two miles away, Loki was skipping across the desert, laughing at his brother’s death. Loki stopped in place and quickly tossed Jörmungandr high into the sky. Loki sidestepped just in time to dodge another blast of wind from Yang. Loki twirled in place then faced Yang, who had Tao Kai, Hammi, Yin, and Marissa standing behind him. Loki sighed.
“You guys again? Haven’t I kicked your asses enough today?” Loki said sadly.
           The warriors didn’t speak, just surrounded Loki so there was no escape. Loki chuckled, and teleported in front of Tao Kai.
“You may be the most well balanced warrior here, but you can never go hand-to-hand with me.” Loki said while throwing a cross hook, but Tao Kai caught it and wrapped Loki up in a bear-hug.
“Too bad I am not Lord Tao Kai.” Hammi said, shadows dissolving to reveal him to be a fake.
           Hammi’s clone was shown to be Tao Kai in disguise. Loki’s face had a stern look, while he struggled to free himself. Yin created six spears made of jade, garnet, sapphire, diamond, topaz, and ruby. Riding the air shaft created by his brother, Yin flew high into the air, and threw each of his six spears at a different angle towards Loki. In the brief second before the first spear landed, Hammi rolled out of the way and began to incite a prayer. The spears pinned Loki in his spot. Loki prepared to incite a prayer of his own, but before he knew it, a summoning circle formed at his feet and a geyser of water erupted from underneath him, drowning him in water while locking him in place. Marissa was concentrating fiercely behind Hammi.
“Hammi! This should strengthen your plants enough so that you can grow stronger plants!” Marissa said through strained breaths.
“Stronger won’t be enough, we need the strongest.” Hammi replied. “Oh mighty Teak, grant me a wooden prison that not even the mighty Loki can break.”
            Hammi continued to pray, and slowly the branches of a Teak tree wrapped around Loki’s entire body. Hammi gave a timid nod towards Yang. Yang snapped his fingers, and spun his waist at a rapidly increasing speed. The sand around Loki began to twist and spin around him, until it erupted into a mini tornado of sand around Loki. Lastly, Tao Kai snapped his fingers, and the shadow of Balder left his master and came to Tao Kai’s aid. Their hands met, creating a ball of energy mixed of light and darkness, and together shot the ball of twilight at Loki’s elemental prison. The blast caused the prison to disintegrate. Once the smoke cleared, Loki laid on the sand, the size of a normal human being now, bleeding profusely and unable to move. The five warriors and the shadow of Balder formed a hexagon around Loki. Loki laughed.
“You may beat me today, but I shall return one day, just you wait.” He said.
The outline of a hexagon formed between the warriors, who each began to pray.
“I see…” Loki spoke, “The Elemental Lock… I see where you’re getting wind, water, grass, and metal from… but how will you produce ice and fire?”
           Yin formed a steel bo staff which he held towards the sky, Yang created a miniature tornado in his hands and did the same. Marissa had a whirlpool of water floating on top of her, and Hammi was covered in the branches of the cherry blossom tree. Balder’s shadow used the power of his light to shine brightly on himself, causing it to burst into flames, and Tao Kai sliced off his hand and covered it in his cloak. When he removed the cloak, his hand was frozen solid. Loki chuckled.
“Jörmungandr, remember my final words!” Loki screamed.
           The ground underneath gave way to an alternate universe, where the sky was green and the sand white. Loki fell into the world, and the warriors cut the connection, jumping back off the seal as it took their sacrifices. The portal closed, and the seal transformed into a gradient hexagon blue and scarlet ruby. In the distance, Balder was propped against the canyon, a smile on his face as the life in his eyes had disappeared. The warriors all dropped to the ground, grasping for air. A few hundred feet away from them, Loki’s sword was glowing with a shadowy light.
“With Loki’s last words, I prey on the depths of twilight…” Jörmungandr spoke. “With the underworld singing for an earthly unite. When all things seem bright in the darkest of night… We shall be there, under Hades might!”
                     A large pillar of black rose to the sky, catching the eye of the warriors. From the pillar walked out a skeleton dressed in furry black robes, blue flames for hair, a golden crowd covered in sapphire gems and Jörmungandr in his right hand. Raising the blade to the sky, multiple shadows littered the sky, all of them laughing. The skeleton turned and repeated Loki’s last words in a ghostly voice.
“Let There Be Jesters.”


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