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I wrote this poem for an English assignment.
Immoratals
They were locked away in the divine realms
By the most powerful mages
The spells holding them there
Were lost, buried under dust and old parchment
Four hundred years later they were found
The Carthiak Emperor used for evil
He unleashed powerful beings on his enemies to weaken them
Beings that would go on existing unless killed in battle
Spidrens, giant spiders with human heads
Stormwings, a horrific combination of steel and flesh
Griffons with their ability to stop lies and illusions
Centaurs with archery skills to surpass anything
Some of these were peaceful not harming anything
Some were evil, with talons, fangs, and poison
The lands weakened
But so did the barrier
It was so stretched
The sedy trickle of immortals had created holes in it
On midwinter's day it broke
Everyone with magic
Wild, Gift, and Sight
Felt it collapse. This knowledge coursed through their minds
The immortals would be on them all like a load of bricks
Terror and panic took hold
War ships and reinforcements from the Copper Isles came
They attacked the city of Port Legann
Flocks of Stormwings, and herds of centars lead by Ozorne came
Ah yes Ozorne
He was the Emperor until his greed and ignorance overtook him
He met his fate when he plunged a stormwing feather into his flesh
This action turned him into one
His nephew took the throne of Carthiak
Ozorne was consumed by his lust for revenge and power
Nothing could stand in his way
But then something happened that he did not expect
A girl with amazing powers stopped his plan in its tracks
Her name was Veralidaine Sarrasri
She had wild magic
The power to shapeshift and talk to animals
Ozorne like everyone does not really want to die
He took off from the battlefield when it turned on him
Daine followed, knowing what might happen
He had hoped for this
Just for this he stationed three of his cronies
A flying ape and two Stormwings
They were to dispose of her
The girl just laughed at dealt with them quickly
She flew after him
Gaining on him with every wing beat
He hurled his magic at her
It was hardly anything to duck and swerve them
When she was close enough she shape shifted
A bird body melded into cat easily
Steel doesn't bend easily
She had no trouble avoiding the big wings
The razor sharp feathers cut her paws
She used her sharp claws to tear chunks of flesh out of his back
Stormwings as you know have magic
He sent a wave of heat
She dropped off of his back her feet burning
The pain was too great and she lost her concentration
She dropped to the ground losing her shape as she did
Suddenly she hit something soft
With great agony she looked down
The sea birds had formed a platform of their bodies
Knitting together feather, flesh, and bone
They set her gently on the ground and flew off
She thanked them silently
Ozorne landed on the ground
He sneered at her and started to 'walk' towards her
If the situation hadn't been so serious it would have been funny
He couldn't walk more like a hop
Daine leapt forward
Using her last bit of strength
She took a shape oh so familiar
Ozorne looked surprised as a giant timber wolf hit him
He toppled over and they fell down the cliff
She bit him and ripped at his skin
With a jolt they hit the bottom
They were thrown apart and the shock jarred her out of wolf shape
She got to her knees
She was dead tired
Her magic was gone, drained completely
Ozorne recovered quickly
He advanced towards her wing blade up
She groped for a rock, anything to throw at him
Finding one she threw it
He tossed up a shield
The rock went straight through it and thumped him on the chest
I'm not the only one out of magic she thought
She grasped her badger claw
It had been given to her years ago by the badger god
He was a link to her parents, her teacher and guardian
It was made of solid silver
Also as sharp as a new dagger
She held it
Between her fingers
He was unprepared
So full of himself
So sure that she was subdued
She grabbed his wing feeling it cut her hand
Reaching forward Daine slashed across and down with the claw
The cord around his neck was ripped
The stone pendant fell to the ground
As did Daine and Ozorne
Moments passed
Mere seconds felt like eternity
Finally she recovered enough strength to roll off his body
The feathers gave her tiny cuts on her arms and legs
Looking at the bloody mess she forced herself not to vomit
Lowering her eyes she saw the black stone
Over come with hate for anything Ozorne's she threw it
The twisted black object hit a tree
With a resounding crack it shattered
Suddenly the ground started to shake
A figure came out
It was always changing
Not staying on one shape for longer than a second
A pool of something, pure chaos
Flashed different colours at its feet
You dared to interfere the creature screamed
Daine closed her eyes but the picture was in her mind also
It reached forward grasping her arm
The touch was revolting
Sticky, soft, hard, and sharp
A never-ending blood-curdling scream rang throughout
Never ending
Then it was cut off
Bottomless pits of darkness
Surrounded Daine
The gods were there
Mithros, Mother Goddess
To many to name
Voices resounded around
Mother Flame and Father Universe
They banished Uusaoe
The queen of chaos
To a cage of dead matter
To rule her kingdom from it till the next star is born
Then suddenly they were gone
A great hall surrounded Daine
Built of golden marble and precious stones it was
Thrones for all of the great gods filled it
Each throne was unique to the god
With a loud pop three dragons entered
For dragons are stubborn and came go where they wish
They are controlled by none
They are the mages of the air
Mithros gave Daine a choice
She could become a lesser goddess
Or she could return to earth
And never set foot in the Divine realms again
The girl collapsed with fatigue
The decision was almost too much for her to handle
She chose mortality
Instead of immortality
To live a life and to die
Wingstar and Diamondflame
The two dragons
Along with Skysong the younger
Took her home
Back to Tortall
They spiraled down through clouds and mist
To Port Legann
It had been hit hardest
The field was torn
Bodies of good and evil littered the land
The results of mage battles
Where everywhere
Great cracks, broken trees, and reformed streams
Daine grimaced
The cleanup was always worse than the fight
But it was over
Truly over
Never again would such a battle
Immortals and men
Meet with such disaster
Never again
THE END
This poem is written about the Immortals war. In book four, the realm of the gods, in the Immortals quartet. Written by Tamora Pierce.
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