sit back now young ones while I tell 你 the story of the first Saviours.
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make 你 happy,sad 或者 whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, 你 see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell 你 happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that 标题 fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 年 old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken 由 the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some 食物 and rest before the 下一个 part comes out.
well I hope 你 enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for 你 trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make 你 happy,sad 或者 whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, 你 see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell 你 happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that 标题 fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 年 old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken 由 the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some 食物 and rest before the 下一个 part comes out.
well I hope 你 enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for 你 trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
Senfinelin Forest
This is for all the kids who are bullied 由 words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
你 yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I 移动 on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
或者 lift
me up.
Why must
你 hurt
me?
你 yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I 移动 on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
或者 lift
me up.
Why must
你 hurt
me?
