Disclaimer: I don't own anything, because I am a communist. 'Nuff said.
This story starts a few months ago, in a place known as the sanctuary, where in a few years, many have lived and died. One who is meant to be dead is still living, and one who is meant to be weak is as strong and fiery as one who's power was once great, but has faded. A great battle is being fought by one of these individuals, a battle that should have started long ago. A battle between to halves of one whole, between the weak and the strong. This battle has been going on for some time now, and many have been lost....
This is not so much a story as a concept. A concept which I ask you to think about, to guess... of a passion so great that words cannot describe. Something previously unseen by our people. Something that has been for a long time, but was never accepted. Something different...
This story is part of a much larger picture. What you read was not completely true. And it was not the end either. This story may never be told.. it is huge... it will go on forever, even if the universe ends.. it is the story of the meta, the sanctuary... but here is my small story, or part of it anyway...
Actually, I would be lying if I called this a story. It is more of my senile, demented ramblings, concepts and such.. a concept of two friends who discover there is more to their relationship than friendship.. something that at first shocked many, even the two who were involved. But with time, most will come to accept..
This is something that words will not describe. Something that will last long after death, imprinted in the minds of many, throughout dimensions. Maybe some of you will understand, and as long as this gets through to some of you, there is hope yet.. I will end my ramblings now. Think about what you saw. Take a guess, a wild guess, and you may come up with something....
Thankyou for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it, but now I must end it... I don't know quite how... so I will sign off with a simple message.
The End ^_^
This story starts a few months ago, in a place known as the sanctuary, where in a few years, many have lived and died. One who is meant to be dead is still living, and one who is meant to be weak is as strong and fiery as one who's power was once great, but has faded. A great battle is being fought by one of these individuals, a battle that should have started long ago. A battle between to halves of one whole, between the weak and the strong. This battle has been going on for some time now, and many have been lost....
This is not so much a story as a concept. A concept which I ask you to think about, to guess... of a passion so great that words cannot describe. Something previously unseen by our people. Something that has been for a long time, but was never accepted. Something different...
This story is part of a much larger picture. What you read was not completely true. And it was not the end either. This story may never be told.. it is huge... it will go on forever, even if the universe ends.. it is the story of the meta, the sanctuary... but here is my small story, or part of it anyway...
Actually, I would be lying if I called this a story. It is more of my senile, demented ramblings, concepts and such.. a concept of two friends who discover there is more to their relationship than friendship.. something that at first shocked many, even the two who were involved. But with time, most will come to accept..
This is something that words will not describe. Something that will last long after death, imprinted in the minds of many, throughout dimensions. Maybe some of you will understand, and as long as this gets through to some of you, there is hope yet.. I will end my ramblings now. Think about what you saw. Take a guess, a wild guess, and you may come up with something....
Thankyou for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it, but now I must end it... I don't know quite how... so I will sign off with a simple message.
The End ^_^