Lady_Raven
03-23-2008, 04:18 AM
CHAPTER ONE: Pre-enterance
They often say wonderland doesn`t exist... But it does.
And, it has an exact oppisite, aswell, called horrorland.
These two lands balance each other out, despite the, they are always at war. I would know this, seeing as I`m the soul Heir to the throne of Horrorland... My name you might ask? I`m often called by those of Wonderland, the Bloodthristy Incubus, or known, further as a vampire. My real name, though is Sadoxis Morustque.
I recently became fifteen, and was permitted to come to larger parties, instead of staying with the children in the back room, who often played with their possesed dolls.
It was that night, I met the princess of Wonderland, Ilosia, one of the special breeds directly from Alice, who was an elder who found and ordered Wonderland some time ago.
That may make you wonder, who found Horrorland... His name was, Rhumos Nyswia.
Many years dead, and almost forgotten, the old man was. Only few, specially dedicated to his teaching never forgot him.
I wasn`t amoung them. I couldn`t care less, actually.
Rule with an iron fist, and rule with brutality I was taught, and which I do, but, to my own tune.
Example, as of last week, a theif of some sort was brought into the court and was order to be beheaded that very afternoon. So, for my delight, and others horror, he was beheaded before us within the next hour.
My mother often said I was purely heartless, No, I thought meerly one who cared not for other people, but, maybe that was the same thing?
Oh well.
As of the current up coming week, I have been ordered to meet up with Ilosia and her band of Technologies, or basically, very advanced faries. But, if I wanted, they would be wiped out with my favorite. The dark elves.
Such, swift, and silent the creatures were, beautiful, in their own... deadly way. They had a slaughtering style all their own. They never cleaned their blades. I applaude them for that.
Nothing like being killed by a blade soaked in other`s blood, I always said.
Strangest thing I`ve ever seen I must admit was miss Ilosia. So dainty, fragile, and bright... It was sickening. How I`d love to show her the dark side of the world, and show her... Life wasn`t always good and happy.
Now, it must bid say goodnight, seeing as the sun rises, and I haven`t slept a wink.
They often say wonderland doesn`t exist... But it does.
And, it has an exact oppisite, aswell, called horrorland.
These two lands balance each other out, despite the, they are always at war. I would know this, seeing as I`m the soul Heir to the throne of Horrorland... My name you might ask? I`m often called by those of Wonderland, the Bloodthristy Incubus, or known, further as a vampire. My real name, though is Sadoxis Morustque.
I recently became fifteen, and was permitted to come to larger parties, instead of staying with the children in the back room, who often played with their possesed dolls.
It was that night, I met the princess of Wonderland, Ilosia, one of the special breeds directly from Alice, who was an elder who found and ordered Wonderland some time ago.
That may make you wonder, who found Horrorland... His name was, Rhumos Nyswia.
Many years dead, and almost forgotten, the old man was. Only few, specially dedicated to his teaching never forgot him.
I wasn`t amoung them. I couldn`t care less, actually.
Rule with an iron fist, and rule with brutality I was taught, and which I do, but, to my own tune.
Example, as of last week, a theif of some sort was brought into the court and was order to be beheaded that very afternoon. So, for my delight, and others horror, he was beheaded before us within the next hour.
My mother often said I was purely heartless, No, I thought meerly one who cared not for other people, but, maybe that was the same thing?
Oh well.
As of the current up coming week, I have been ordered to meet up with Ilosia and her band of Technologies, or basically, very advanced faries. But, if I wanted, they would be wiped out with my favorite. The dark elves.
Such, swift, and silent the creatures were, beautiful, in their own... deadly way. They had a slaughtering style all their own. They never cleaned their blades. I applaude them for that.
Nothing like being killed by a blade soaked in other`s blood, I always said.
Strangest thing I`ve ever seen I must admit was miss Ilosia. So dainty, fragile, and bright... It was sickening. How I`d love to show her the dark side of the world, and show her... Life wasn`t always good and happy.
Now, it must bid say goodnight, seeing as the sun rises, and I haven`t slept a wink.