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A.N. okay this is the much awaited sequel to the green mile (yeah right) anyways thanks for all the nice reviews I got yup all 4 of them. I dedicate this to you all firstly to White-Wolf :If your even reading this I love your Alanna-convent story and I cant wait to you update no matter hao long it is. Lithenelag: Tahoi is coming along really nicely I cant wait for it next chap either and finally "g" and Duchess Yaksee of Wadacin thanks for the support. And now on with the story(this ones a bit longer I think)
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Fear, Clawing it's way through his mental barriers
The hairs on the back of his neck rose
Like a cat, he stood ready for anything
For eight long years he trained, becoming the best
He trained at night when no-one could see, then again at dawn
Hours were spent fine-tuning his delicate senses
He pushed his small slender frame to its very limit
Untill his reflexes were sharp, graceful….perfect
When his sword felt at home in the tight grasp of his fingertips
And the wooden arrow flew thought the air, always hitting its target
He trained his mind at day and he trained in his dreams
He took the punishments from the teachers when necessary
Excelling in maths he learnt to base his other subjects around it
Setting up building blocks in his mind, to learn more, to extend
A skillful page then the best page, he was ready for anything
But that would all change in time.
Fear, It stalked him like a theif in the night
Seeping through his dark skin, chilling him to the bone
He ignored the dull pain in his leg, although it intensified with each step
He noted the chill shooting through his spine, but pushed the thought away
Now was not the time for such trivial thoughts
He had to get through this he would not, could not fail
For that would bring a terrible shame apon him and his family
He would prove to his disbelieving father that he was not worthless
He would achieve greatness, he would show them all.
The coldness bore down on his already weary soul
It's icy chill numbing him to his very core
It was psychological torture, the room was trying to break him
But no matter how hard it might try, this room would never break him
No-one could he would never let them.
The boyish man walked out into the blinding light a hardened knight of Tortall
His dark eyes emotionless and shadowed, his breathing coming out in hard gasps
The things the room had showed him had gotten to him and it tore him apart
The determined boy that entered had changed, his dark nature intensifying with determination, becoming more ruthless and aware of his mission then ever
He would show them, he would show them all.
The End
A.N Can you guess who I based this and the green mile on? Do you want me to write another one about what he experience in the chamber?, the things he saw? ,his fears
_________ You see that blue box there, Click it and review, Thanks
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A.N. okay this is the much awaited sequel to the green mile (yeah right) anyways thanks for all the nice reviews I got yup all 4 of them. I dedicate this to you all firstly to White-Wolf :If your even reading this I love your Alanna-convent story and I cant wait to you update no matter hao long it is. Lithenelag: Tahoi is coming along really nicely I cant wait for it next chap either and finally "g" and Duchess Yaksee of Wadacin thanks for the support. And now on with the story(this ones a bit longer I think)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Fear, Clawing it's way through his mental barriers
The hairs on the back of his neck rose
Like a cat, he stood ready for anything
For eight long years he trained, becoming the best
He trained at night when no-one could see, then again at dawn
Hours were spent fine-tuning his delicate senses
He pushed his small slender frame to its very limit
Untill his reflexes were sharp, graceful….perfect
When his sword felt at home in the tight grasp of his fingertips
And the wooden arrow flew thought the air, always hitting its target
He trained his mind at day and he trained in his dreams
He took the punishments from the teachers when necessary
Excelling in maths he learnt to base his other subjects around it
Setting up building blocks in his mind, to learn more, to extend
A skillful page then the best page, he was ready for anything
But that would all change in time.
Fear, It stalked him like a theif in the night
Seeping through his dark skin, chilling him to the bone
He ignored the dull pain in his leg, although it intensified with each step
He noted the chill shooting through his spine, but pushed the thought away
Now was not the time for such trivial thoughts
He had to get through this he would not, could not fail
For that would bring a terrible shame apon him and his family
He would prove to his disbelieving father that he was not worthless
He would achieve greatness, he would show them all.
The coldness bore down on his already weary soul
It's icy chill numbing him to his very core
It was psychological torture, the room was trying to break him
But no matter how hard it might try, this room would never break him
No-one could he would never let them.
The boyish man walked out into the blinding light a hardened knight of Tortall
His dark eyes emotionless and shadowed, his breathing coming out in hard gasps
The things the room had showed him had gotten to him and it tore him apart
The determined boy that entered had changed, his dark nature intensifying with determination, becoming more ruthless and aware of his mission then ever
He would show them, he would show them all.
The End
A.N Can you guess who I based this and the green mile on? Do you want me to write another one about what he experience in the chamber?, the things he saw? ,his fears
_________ You see that blue box there, Click it and review, Thanks
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