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ART SUPPLIES
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GOT NEW ART SUPPLIES!!! 
i got new derwent colored penclis yaya sooo most of the new deviations from a while will be in beautiful rich COLOR! also finally installed my scanner software onto my new computer!!! meaning scans are like SUPER QUICK! which means i will be posting ALOT more artwork!
i got new derwent colored penclis yaya sooo most of the new deviations from a while will be in beautiful rich COLOR! also finally installed my scanner software onto my new computer!!! meaning scans are like SUPER QUICK! which means i will be posting ALOT more artwork!
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Distress
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The darkness overtook us; flashes of thunder shook the ground that we stood on. The wind was violent as it threw dust and debris at our skin. The Ezrian star had disappeared in the darkness and all that was visible was the remains of our home. The thunder shouted like evil and laughed upon us as it jolted into the ground of the earth. The rain poured down heavily, violently dancing with the winds fierce movements. It felt as though everything upon the earth was either laughing at us or crying with us. There were no more voices in the wind or the sound of neither birds chirping nor animals playing and singing with beautiful sounds of nature. But instead they lay scattered around the earth drenched in blood staring at the earth unable to live happily. Their eyes blank and lifeless and their bodies decaying and foul.
My hands were bleeding and weary from our journey and my eyes were dreary and red. It took my right hand and moved it through my dark brown hair, it was moist, and filthy. Never had I seen such a fierce cold summer night in my entire life. The lands were covered with a thin layer of white frost, and the rain was beginning to freeze. Our clothes were tarred and ripped in several places and smelt foul, we had numerous wounds through out our body and regret and grief deep within our hearts. The hills beyond us were massive and huge. Sadness over took my brother and I as we stared at the remains of our once beloved Kingdom. Just like the others there were no more brick roads, no more cheerful shouts to the king, no more happy summer nights but instead the sound of destruction, torture and pain. The air smelled like blood and death. Our kingdom was destroyed no one remained. We stared at what was left of our once beautiful life from the highest mountain in the valley that overlooked the kingdom. Our bodies were freezing from the cold summer night. My brother walked to the tip of the mountain barely able to move. He fell to his knees and wept and wept.
“Why!? Curse this horrible land!” he screamed at the top of his lungs echoing through the ruins of the kingdom. His cape blew away from his face and I saw his eyes and all his pain that he had gone through over the past 2 years. I walked toward him and put my hand on his shoulder. I bent down beside him and gave a moment of silence for the many loses. He pounded his fists to the ground and waved his hands in the air cursing the world and its creator. His fists bleed as he pounded them into the rigid solid pieces of dirt.
“Why must I live my brother…..just slay me now…get it over with so I do not have to wake up each day knowing what horrible things I have done…slay me with my sword for I am lost, a fool, but most of all a killer.” My brother wept. I put my arms around my younger brother; never had I met such a person who had faced so much in his life. He was weaker then I had ever seen him before, he looked nothing like the brother that I new before the tragedy. His hands were dripping with tears and his wounds bleeding.
“Its okay brother……we will make it through this.” I said to him. He quickly stared up at me and with his arm pushed me out of his grasp; he wobbly stood up and pointed directly at my worn and tired face.
“Its okay ITS OKAY!? Look what I have done Saris!! Look what I have done to my father……..all the lives I took…….the destruction I caused and…the women of my life….. my hands are that of a murderer……a sinner!!! Don’t you understand nothing will get better, I will die knowing that I could have prevented the death of so many lives!” he shouted. He fell back to his knees on the hard dirt surface.
“Why……why……” he wept. I sat there in silence hoping that something, just one thing would go right, that I was right about the decisions that I made. I wept with him as well and we both sang cries of distress though out the entire land of Ezra. I thought to my-self what had caused this? Was it I? Did I make bad decisions? Did Zahara really want this to happen? I began to think deeply, thinking of my brothers past, trying to go back, way back to when it all began.
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My Sun
10 min read
The bright rays of the sun faded away and the darkness quickly overtook our city, as gusts of wind blew into the summer night air. The darkness was like a lion hunting its prey; it crept from behind vigilantly watching everyone's movement. It watched until we were open, unguarded and unprotected, it came out of hiding and with bright green savage eyes devoured the whole city in one quick gulp. I stared out my window at the blank and lonely sky as a bright beam of light stung my light blue eyes. It was a star, a lonely bright star shining in all this darkness. It gave me hope that maybe there was some light in this dark cruel world. Rain began to pour down, wildly dancing with the winds fierce movements. Gusts of wind blew debris and rain into my home, papers flew and dishes cracked as I struggled to close the window. The winds were too strong for my wobbly thin arms and I had to use the side of my body and shoulder in order to close it.
"Bang!" They fiercely shut close, and the room became quiet and still. The papers began to stop fluttering and the baby began to cry. I rushed to him quickly trying to hush him up for I knew if anyone had discovered him he would have been killed. I stood there rocking my child back and forth, trying to soothe his crying, praying that no one heard, that no one saw, and that no one speculated anything. I had to do this every time David cried all because of our cruel king.
For years our city had been struggling, struggling to survive, and struggling for food, as our filthy leader lead us to disaster after disaster. When he died everyone thought that our lives would be saved that we would live peacefully and happily, but as the new leader emerged, Asdrubal it only got worse. The day Asdrubal became leader of our city was the day my life would be changed. Asdrubal created a law that stated, that any son born from this year on should be sacrificed, or killed to show respect to the only man that is to rule. Most went along with this law, watching the doctors grab and drag there baby boy, and slaughtering them right in front of the parents. Every day I would hear screams and cries from the mothers who had lost their sons and I knew every time I heard their cries that when I had a son I would find away to save him. But no one dared to go against the king, for he was like a serpent, evil and wicked.
I rocked my baby back and forth as his cries began to lessen and he began to fall to sleep. His eyes were lights in the dark night, bright and blue. His face was a burnt cream color with darker blotches on his rosy cheeks from the sunny and hot summer days. I glanced at his face, astonished and unable to comprehend how God had created such a wonderful thing out of me. His dark rich brown hair covered his whole head as drops and speckles of rain poured down on his soft velvety face. Though we were inside and the rain had lessened, drops of water fell because of the poor ceiling structure. You see though our new leader did provide some solace for the villagers by repairing and building new homes for us, the homes were still weak and when it rained most houses got flooded in because of the cracks and holes in the ceiling. I watched David as he slowly crinkled his eyes and closed them shut. I placed David down in his somewhat stable crib and I gently rocked it back and forth watching as his mind faded away into a world of dreams. I glanced up at the roof and saw now that the rain was pouring down and leaking into our home even more than before. I quickly rushed to the other side of our round shaped house and searched for some empty buckets to catch the rain. There was banging and crashing as pans and pots hit against each other as I struggled to find a bucket. There it was underneath all the piles of cooking tools, an empty bucket. I pulled it out and glanced at it inspecting it, there was a dent in the center and bloodstains on the side, which brought back dreadful memories.
His name was Agosto; he was a man with much anger towards the world. He was born here in the city of Quensa, Peru. He grew up in the house next to me, and as children we were always together. As the years past we grew closer together, and my parents hated him. They would say,
"Almuena, were you with Agosto today?! We told this before keep away from the boy he is nothing but trouble!" But I never listened; I was to naive to understand that just as I am now they were trying to protect their only child. I was only eighteen when my parents died from a tragic fire; I felt so lonely during that period, I had no were else to turn and so fell into Agosto's trap. Everyday he would return home angry and he would take all his troubles out on me; I can still remember those burning red eyes as he beat me each day. He would grab my long wavy black hair, as he beat and battered my whole body. No one cared of course, women were like men's property, and some men like Agosto treated their women like slaves or animals. All he wanted from me was my family's money, nothing else. Once he found out I was pregnant he disappeared, and never returned.
I turned my head quickly trying to block the bloody and horrific images that were scrambling around in my mind. My parents and all the other people in Quensa used to call me "Belleza" meaning beauty. I was one of the prettiest women in the entire city, but I was no longer due to all the beatings on my face, now I was just some scary witch that little kids would run away from. I kept a veil over my face hoping to hide it from the world. I grabbed the bucket and quickly put it directly under were most of the water was coming down on. I then slowly climbed into my poorly built bed next to David, praying and pondering on what was to happen next. For the next five hours all I heard was the sound of water plopping in the almost full bucket.
I woke in the middle of the night to silence. There was darkness all around, and then there was a sudden knock on my old wooden door.
"Bang, Bang, Bang!" I jolted up from my bed as streams of sweat ran down my forehead. I quickly grabbed my son from his carriage and held him close to my body.
"Alumena, we are here ordered by Asdrubal to search your house, he believes you may be hiding something. Please open the door or we will force our way in." I called to God asking him for guidance, and praying for him to help me. I had a decision to make, save my son and burn down my house leaving everyone to think that I am dead, or give my son up, follow the law and conform to societies way of life.
"Almuena! We know you are in here and we know you have a son, if you give us the boy we will take him and let you live. But if you try to run and escape and refuse to give him up you both will be put to death." They yelled again. I stared at the door, feeling as though time was slowing down. David was like the sun, never hurtful, always making me happy, and so innocent. He was the only thing I had left. And I knew I couldn't give him up. The night before God had given me a vision of my son and I living peacefully and happily, in a large home, everything so perfect. No more tears, no more pain, and no more fear. I had faith that God would give me that dream, and so made a decision to save my son and risk my life. I glanced around the room and ran quickly to my drawer, searching for my last match. There it was a single match that would save my son and I.
"Bang, Bang, BANG!" The men began breaking down the door. The door was weak and fragile, even I as beat and broken as I was, I could have broken it down with one hit, but a force, not just any force but the force of God was holding the door in place and preventing them from breaking through. I light the match, and threw it on a pile of old garbage and trash. The fire started and like a hungry lion devoured everything one by one. David began to awaken from all the noise outside, I stared at his face pondering on whether it may be the last time I see his bright shining blue eyes.
"BANG, BANG, BANG" The door was creaking and was falling apart. I tightly gripped onto David as I rushed for the exit window. The flames grew as they engulfed the whole entire house. The flames were closing in on me as the king's servants broke down the door completely. The flames were to high by then for the servants of Astrubal to even enter the house. They were blinded by the brightness of the flames. The flames surrounded me, but Gods hands were on me protecting me as I climbed out the back window. My body was aching as I leaped out of the window and rushed through the fields of grass. I stared in front of me, as I ran not daring to turn back. I used all my strength as I sprinted through the open field heading for the forest. I reached the forest, and turned around as I saw my world and home engulfed in flames. Just as a serpent eats its prey, flames swallowed the city. For the first time in my life I felt free, free from the darkness in the world, and I wasn't afraid for I knew that God was protecting my everyway as he led me into the dream that I had envisioned. I turned my head and saw in the distance a bright ray of orange and yellow and a wave of brightness lighting up the sky. I stared at David's big bright blue eyes and just as the sun; it gave me comfort and gave me a reason to keep going on.
"Bang!" They fiercely shut close, and the room became quiet and still. The papers began to stop fluttering and the baby began to cry. I rushed to him quickly trying to hush him up for I knew if anyone had discovered him he would have been killed. I stood there rocking my child back and forth, trying to soothe his crying, praying that no one heard, that no one saw, and that no one speculated anything. I had to do this every time David cried all because of our cruel king.
For years our city had been struggling, struggling to survive, and struggling for food, as our filthy leader lead us to disaster after disaster. When he died everyone thought that our lives would be saved that we would live peacefully and happily, but as the new leader emerged, Asdrubal it only got worse. The day Asdrubal became leader of our city was the day my life would be changed. Asdrubal created a law that stated, that any son born from this year on should be sacrificed, or killed to show respect to the only man that is to rule. Most went along with this law, watching the doctors grab and drag there baby boy, and slaughtering them right in front of the parents. Every day I would hear screams and cries from the mothers who had lost their sons and I knew every time I heard their cries that when I had a son I would find away to save him. But no one dared to go against the king, for he was like a serpent, evil and wicked.
I rocked my baby back and forth as his cries began to lessen and he began to fall to sleep. His eyes were lights in the dark night, bright and blue. His face was a burnt cream color with darker blotches on his rosy cheeks from the sunny and hot summer days. I glanced at his face, astonished and unable to comprehend how God had created such a wonderful thing out of me. His dark rich brown hair covered his whole head as drops and speckles of rain poured down on his soft velvety face. Though we were inside and the rain had lessened, drops of water fell because of the poor ceiling structure. You see though our new leader did provide some solace for the villagers by repairing and building new homes for us, the homes were still weak and when it rained most houses got flooded in because of the cracks and holes in the ceiling. I watched David as he slowly crinkled his eyes and closed them shut. I placed David down in his somewhat stable crib and I gently rocked it back and forth watching as his mind faded away into a world of dreams. I glanced up at the roof and saw now that the rain was pouring down and leaking into our home even more than before. I quickly rushed to the other side of our round shaped house and searched for some empty buckets to catch the rain. There was banging and crashing as pans and pots hit against each other as I struggled to find a bucket. There it was underneath all the piles of cooking tools, an empty bucket. I pulled it out and glanced at it inspecting it, there was a dent in the center and bloodstains on the side, which brought back dreadful memories.
His name was Agosto; he was a man with much anger towards the world. He was born here in the city of Quensa, Peru. He grew up in the house next to me, and as children we were always together. As the years past we grew closer together, and my parents hated him. They would say,
"Almuena, were you with Agosto today?! We told this before keep away from the boy he is nothing but trouble!" But I never listened; I was to naive to understand that just as I am now they were trying to protect their only child. I was only eighteen when my parents died from a tragic fire; I felt so lonely during that period, I had no were else to turn and so fell into Agosto's trap. Everyday he would return home angry and he would take all his troubles out on me; I can still remember those burning red eyes as he beat me each day. He would grab my long wavy black hair, as he beat and battered my whole body. No one cared of course, women were like men's property, and some men like Agosto treated their women like slaves or animals. All he wanted from me was my family's money, nothing else. Once he found out I was pregnant he disappeared, and never returned.
I turned my head quickly trying to block the bloody and horrific images that were scrambling around in my mind. My parents and all the other people in Quensa used to call me "Belleza" meaning beauty. I was one of the prettiest women in the entire city, but I was no longer due to all the beatings on my face, now I was just some scary witch that little kids would run away from. I kept a veil over my face hoping to hide it from the world. I grabbed the bucket and quickly put it directly under were most of the water was coming down on. I then slowly climbed into my poorly built bed next to David, praying and pondering on what was to happen next. For the next five hours all I heard was the sound of water plopping in the almost full bucket.
I woke in the middle of the night to silence. There was darkness all around, and then there was a sudden knock on my old wooden door.
"Bang, Bang, Bang!" I jolted up from my bed as streams of sweat ran down my forehead. I quickly grabbed my son from his carriage and held him close to my body.
"Alumena, we are here ordered by Asdrubal to search your house, he believes you may be hiding something. Please open the door or we will force our way in." I called to God asking him for guidance, and praying for him to help me. I had a decision to make, save my son and burn down my house leaving everyone to think that I am dead, or give my son up, follow the law and conform to societies way of life.
"Almuena! We know you are in here and we know you have a son, if you give us the boy we will take him and let you live. But if you try to run and escape and refuse to give him up you both will be put to death." They yelled again. I stared at the door, feeling as though time was slowing down. David was like the sun, never hurtful, always making me happy, and so innocent. He was the only thing I had left. And I knew I couldn't give him up. The night before God had given me a vision of my son and I living peacefully and happily, in a large home, everything so perfect. No more tears, no more pain, and no more fear. I had faith that God would give me that dream, and so made a decision to save my son and risk my life. I glanced around the room and ran quickly to my drawer, searching for my last match. There it was a single match that would save my son and I.
"Bang, Bang, BANG!" The men began breaking down the door. The door was weak and fragile, even I as beat and broken as I was, I could have broken it down with one hit, but a force, not just any force but the force of God was holding the door in place and preventing them from breaking through. I light the match, and threw it on a pile of old garbage and trash. The fire started and like a hungry lion devoured everything one by one. David began to awaken from all the noise outside, I stared at his face pondering on whether it may be the last time I see his bright shining blue eyes.
"BANG, BANG, BANG" The door was creaking and was falling apart. I tightly gripped onto David as I rushed for the exit window. The flames grew as they engulfed the whole entire house. The flames were closing in on me as the king's servants broke down the door completely. The flames were to high by then for the servants of Astrubal to even enter the house. They were blinded by the brightness of the flames. The flames surrounded me, but Gods hands were on me protecting me as I climbed out the back window. My body was aching as I leaped out of the window and rushed through the fields of grass. I stared in front of me, as I ran not daring to turn back. I used all my strength as I sprinted through the open field heading for the forest. I reached the forest, and turned around as I saw my world and home engulfed in flames. Just as a serpent eats its prey, flames swallowed the city. For the first time in my life I felt free, free from the darkness in the world, and I wasn't afraid for I knew that God was protecting my everyway as he led me into the dream that I had envisioned. I turned my head and saw in the distance a bright ray of orange and yellow and a wave of brightness lighting up the sky. I stared at David's big bright blue eyes and just as the sun; it gave me comfort and gave me a reason to keep going on.
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