• Sitting about, reading a page or two, I come to the realization of who I want to be. A writer, A man of imagination twisting others brains into sweet infinity of their own imagination keeping them guessing through every page of wonder. Holding some people I cared for dearly and seeing they only cause me pain, even those who did not mean me harm I have to let them go to carry on my own future...

    I carry a sully heart with hopes of finding a cleanser to take away the sorrow briars that enwrap my life pumping piece. Trudging through the muddy slop of judgment and disapproval looking on through the grey sky and looking ahead to the patch of blue slowly being shadowed by creeping grey, Wisdom holds strong, But Identity and character slips from side to side on my frying pan of a cranium sloshing bit by bit out into the muddy slop of judgment and disapproval passing on what I once had, And bits of rain drop upon the pan and slowly cook into knew characters and fresh identities sloshing into a stew of soul.

    With many days of travel and emotional pittlement I came upon a bench. I steadily ogled the bench and wondered, "What are you doing here in this dangerously destructive world?" With a long moment of self realization that my body hungered for satisfaction of carrying me so far along my journey, I sat upon the wooden bench with its bright finish and freshly polished sage green framework. I sat in the middle and gently slid my arms forward to feel the woods smooth polish and then wrapped around the edges with a quick rooting grip as to fit forever in the gentle curve of the lumber.

    As I sat pondering how much longer it could take to get through the rainy trudges of my environment and into my patch of blue I study my apparel. A dark indigo blue coat that reached my calves with a darker green shirt underneath along with subtle browning tan denim jeans loosely fitted and neatly draped my body with a lengthy inseam along with my warm scarlet satchel resting aside me with the sling gently resting around my opposite shoulder, "Never perfect," I thought aloud as raindrops pecked away at my clothes making them darker shades of their former selves. But the thing that caught my eye was the mud that tackled my pant legs. It was alive with live in still motion with faces frowning at me and giving me looks of disgruntled wonder, and then one of the faces spoke to me."What are you doing? And where the blazes are you going? Doesn't seem like you are doing much or even plan to do anymore," It dribbled out the words spitting bits of mud and bubbled dirt at me then quickly morphing into a bit larger masculine face. It began slapping slued tags at my character;Disgraceful,Pathetic,Failure,Sloth,menace,leech,murderer,waste of space. I looked at the faces and words some what puzzled and slowly my gaze move towards the path I walked on and my eyes focused upon the imagery of more faces, Dozens and hundreds all passing by each other saying different things, some facing me, others in off directions, and I didn't even know what to think. My twisted mind only held still and began to warp into offense and defense as the all the mud upon the road slowly piled upward into a figure twice my size, Very menacing to my health it seemed.

    I quickly rose from my wooden sanctuary and had found I had pulled off a piece of the bench I gripped so dearly was now changing into a beautiful sword. I didn't even have enough time to exclaim my confusion to all the events occurring at once before the large figure lurched outward and lashed a large blade like limb of mud at me and destroyed the bench behind me. I of course had fallen to the ground through the bench, thus making me the destroyer of my founded sanctuary. The blow threw me into a dizzy haze and I could hear slander being thrown at my name and thoughts and memories of pain and failure clouded my judgment and vision, I could only rise up and charge the figure in a blinding rage and slash it into a diagonal Halfling. By the time I withdrew from my attacking stance the halved figure had become two smaller figures prancing about me with devilish laughter.

    I quickly knew where things were headed and turned away and began to run down the path towards my patch of sky so blue. Running, running and running some more I looked back and saw the figures were catching up and now were eye level to my height but now were slender. My gaze became shocked fright and knew I had to fight the fiends into their oblivion. With a slick and slippery halt I swung around with the blade in my left hand chopping down the first figure and the other followed quickly in its foot steps, This one I gave a thrust into its chest in where it heart would be if it had one and none the less it acted as though it had one and shrieked out globs of mud as it melted back into a puddle.

    With the new found discovery of victory I turned to the once again halved figure to see if it had become two new entities but it was nowhere to be found. I simply shrugged and began walking down the road. After a few yards I noticed that my surroundings were beginning to rise beyond my height or was it I was sinking below them? Quickly looking down to see the figure I slashed had followed me and began dragging me into the ground with its halved legs in front of me in a quick rising from the earth. Concern and pain quickly replaced shock and readiness as the legs quickly jolt its left appendage into my right arm knocking me to the ground and leaving a large gash in my flesh. Letting out a cry of pain only allowed the legs its chance to jump the other appendage into my mouth and down my throat cutting off my air supply.

    Now sinking into the ground and holding what breath left in my lungs I gripped the blade of my odd sword and stabbed downward at the top half of the figures back into the place of its heart. Thankful of being a left handed I watched the figure writhe in pain and slowly glump into the muddy road, shortly after the legs followed and freed my lungs and throat of its disgusting appendage.

    "Well, sure glad that's over. Now how do I pull my legs out of this ground?" Not too long after my self questioning the sword began to glow in the ground I had stabbed it in. I felt the earth slowly rumble and suddenly a few cracks of light broke the earth and dried the mud into dirt and shattered the ground below and around me. Shocked and surprised I studied the blade and noted small glyphs resonated along the edge. Then the blade quickly took hold of my arm and pointed away from the patch of blue sky and in fact back the way I came.

    What did it mean? Was this my new path to walk? Or was it warning me of more danger? In my thoughts of wonder some of the mudded ground flew upward and wrapped around the blade and heated then cooled, creating a clay sheathe for the blade. I then felt a certain understanding that I should head the we I came and battle off any evils that may hinder other travelers, Or maybe it was something else and even as unsure I was I climbed out of the large hole made by the energy within the blade and began to steadily walk back down the path with the sword on my shoulder and held gently in my left hand. This is just the beginning of my Story.