Roses

Seriously, I don't even know what I'm illustrating. It is like torn fabric or glass mosaic. It is like floating roses, it's like sunken roses. Argh!!!

The Early Days of Othripus

Revathor, named after the first Elven Kingdom Reva-ne (Lantern City), was a beast that swam and flew as if the skies are the seas and the seas are the heavens.

"Gurvs, you fool! Light will only blind you!" Samhanar cried. 'Gurv' was a calling made to the Elves by him, which meant 'filth' but eventually the Elves took the name and slowly changed it to 'elf'.

"We were awaken by the Lights of the Ethereal Lords, not blinded," Antuhra, the Lightkeeper shouted over the battle field, raising his shining milky white sword in the air.

"You should now know that most lights are ceased to exist!" Samhanar cried again.

True enough, the world was bleak and dark. There was no sun, no moon or stars. There were only thick black clouds rolling above the sky, threatening to strike down anyone who comes to pass. The Light of Men had been consumed by Samhanar a long time ago because they didn't heed Antuhra's warning when they were sailing across the Great Sea.

"Most lights except ours!" a lady spoke. Her voice was strong and commanding. She was tall. Taller than Antuhra, almost twice the height of his. She was glowing brightly under the night sky in radiant gold. "Lady Varquette will never allow darkness to survive forever!" She pulled an arrow across her white bow.

Her bow sang.

A white arrow streaked across the lands in flashes of white. It struck at Samhanar's heavy armour and burst into white flames before fizzling out, leaving a bright white scar.

Samhanar groaned and roared. The clouds spun around. Thunder boomed from the distance.

"Vanquish the lights!" he cried. His minions of dark began running towards Antuhra and Varquette.

"Bring light and justice, my Revans!" Antuhra cried, his face glowing in white. He led his Elven armies and answered the blades of the darkness.

"Archers, fire at will!" Lady Varquette commanded. Streams of silver rain fell on the running minions, many were slain. She pulled another arrow and aimed at Samhanar at a distance. "Starsea, bless upon this arrow and wipe out the filth one," she muttered.

She fired.

*

The Nightshade Battle lasted for many years. The Dark forces seemed to be never diminished and Antuhra was wearing out fast.

Lady Varquette had difficulty in slaying Samhanar. His thick armour blocked every arrow she had fired. She had only able to blind his one eye with her arrow. Her volphon riders had successfully raided Samhanar's camp and rescued the remaining souls who were not succumbed to Samhanar's filth.

"You are bold, but you are foolish," Samhanar yelled across the distance. He wielded a deep purple magic between his fingers. Everybody knew this force was fatal. It was a magic of pure magic. It was said anyone who cast once, he will remain powerless for many months till his energy returns.

"I do not think you are going to kill me with that force," Varquette smiled, pulling another arrow on her bow. "You are making yourself weak."

He released the energy on her.

The battle went silent. Even when the swords clanged, no sound was heard. Then, Varquette cried in agony. Antuhra turned and looked for her. There she was laying on the ground, breathing very hard. Her chest was darkening into purple and it was spreading all over hear fast.


"You are wrong. I have Ingridnar to assist my dominance even when I need rest," Samhanar laughed.

"Leave me," she panted. "Do not let darkness consume you. I will let it take over me than all of us!"

"I will never leave you!" Antuhra cried, holding her hands.

"Antuhra, please, I think I can heal her," a golden-hair archer interrupted.

"You are?"

"The Healer," he said. He picked her up effortlessly and brought her into a deep forest nearby with his volphon beast.

That was the last Antuhra could see Lady Varquette, and the rest of her archers followed the Healer.

*

The Nightshade Battle was over after a long while. Nobody could remember how long it took. Some said it took about at least 500 years. But it didn't matter.

Lady Varquette was not dead. Her body was glowing before the battle, because she had swallowed one of the Lights of Elves. The Dark spell did not kill her. It just took away the Light of Elves, leaving her soul alone. Had she not swallowed the Light, she would be dead and under the service of Samhanar. The Light had protected her.

But at the same time, darkness stained over her, granting her immense magic powers. But she chose not to come out from the forest. She feared Antuhra's light sword - Revira. She feared Anturha would kill her if he came to understand darkness had taken her over.

Her dwelling in the forest gradually stained her people and the surrounding. The intense pure magic stained the forest into purple. And the name was given as Amethypurle Forest.

When all lives in that forest were succumbed to the magic, a beast from the lake had taken in so much of the energy that it had turned into a magic dragon, Revathor. The dragon was very ancient and old. It appeared long before Varquette had war with Samhanar.

It was once a beast that swam the Great Seas. Antuhra had nearly slain it for causing sea storms when they were on their journal to confront Samhanar (which at that moment, they saw the Last of the Men before their entire ship was consumed by darkness).

Antuhra blessed it when he knew it was upset with the Elves and Men disturbing the seas. It was making their way to the Land of the Darkness difficult. Antuhra blessed it and asked it to let them confront the Dark Lord and bring light to the world. He placed a jewel from his crown onto its chest and naming it 'Revathor'. He pleaded Revathor to look after the seas and let no Darkness falls beyond the Western shores.

Revathor being surprised, had sword to protect the Great Seas. But when the sea was drying up, it took the skies and was attracted by the Forest.

Revathor, never quite evolved into a proper modern dragon, remained a mythical creature in the Forest. Nobody had seen such dragon before. They claimed it had either died of old age, or died because of the magical suffocation.

Varquette, on the other hand, continued to rule the land for thousands of years.

*

"Suriel, get me some fresh meat," Varquette ordered her Healer.

"Again, milady?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, again," Varquette said. "It needs to be fed. It's coming."

She stared into a thicket of bush, and saw a gleaming white jewel.

She smiled.

The Elders of Elves - Antuhra (or Anturha). Main hero in confronting Samhanar. The Elders have different features than modern elves. They had strange eyes and glowing tattoos to guide them in the dark.

So, did you notice the text is getting darker and darker as you read? Welcome to Amethypurle Forest then.

Pixelated

Achieved this effect by drawing something huge, then shrink it, then enlarge it. Result is this.

PIXELATED: Things might go smooth from surface.
People might be perfect at some point. But when you start to focus things down, being critical, you find a flaws. Either you choose to embrace a bigger picture, or pick on the smallest details.

MindTrick

Highlight the empty space below and find out whether your choice is listed! If your choice is not listed, you are very creative! Tell me about it! Comment on your choice!

1. Vegetable
2. Glass mosaic
3. Tetris
4. Confusion
5. Nonsense
6. Sunny/Summer
7. Spring/Flower
8. Papaya
9. Maze
10. The picture itself (You have no damn imagination)

Econometrics

The Yacht

Another post of mine that requires reading and listening at the same time. But this time round, you don't have to immerse yourself in words. You have to imagine the picture. Imagination is a powerful tool. Turn it on and imagine!

The story of a little yacht

sailing across the vast blue ocean

The sky is blue

The ocean is bluer...

The waves grow tall

The yacht struggles

The waves grow fast

The yacht struggles

The yacht climbs on the crest of the wave

slides down gleefully

- Sinks below the surface

- Bobs up

The waves carry it up

The waves carry it down

The waves carry it away

The waves carry it with the winds

The little yacht

basks in the golden sun

Watching the seagulls cry

and fly

Storm clouds come rolling by

Lightning flash

Thunder crash

Winds howl

The yacht lolls

The rain pours

The yacht fights

Fights...

Fighting...

Out in the shadow

out comes the sun

shining on the little yacht

as it sails across the ocean

further and further

and vanishes...

Faerie Dragon

Mystical creature based on Warcraft of a Night Elf clan. It is very elusive and cute.

I drew this for 30 minutes using Paint (the typical software embedded in every Windows computer). I know it doesn't match 100% with the colours of Warcraft's Faerie Dragon, but hey, I tried my very best. Haha.

Well, there isn't any "LIKE" button for blogspot, but there is some feedback you can give!

Dancing Shoes

Before reading further, it is very adviseable that you play this song and read it while it is playing. It's only a piano music ensemble. No videos. So just listen to it and read the story according to the tempo and feel. Hope you'll like it.

In a dark woods,

the moon is merely casting its light

on the autumn leafy ground.

The sycamore trees standing tall

and the owl hooting soft.

The crickets buzz in sync

with the blinking stars in heaven.

The stream washes the grey round stones

as they glimmer the moonlight glow.

All are quiet and mysterious...

Everything is asleep and in dreams....

A girl with flaxen hair

steps on the wet fallen leaves

Daintily,

she follows the leaping toad

She's cold.

She's hungry.

She's lost and she is trying her best to find her way out.

The sun has deceived her

the moon has shown her nothing.

"Follow the stream," her spirit tells her.

She breathes in hard.

Thorns from the vines cut her hand.

But she dances through the woods.

Even though she is lost

She finds the dark woods never cast a shadow on her.

The woods is beautifully eerie.

Or eerily beautiful.

She cannot be sure.

A drop of blood drips on her feet

Her forehead is cut by a vine.

She pulls away the curtain of thorns

and find herself in the middle of a green meadow

where the moon blesses her grace

and the stars shimmer their light

A pair of dancing shoes

she waltzes into the night...

She is not lost

She has found herself

She has found a dream

and does not want to be awaken...

A pair of dancing shoes

she is taken to another land...

A pair of dancing shoes

she waltzes into the night...

A pair of dancing shoes

she smiles upon her beauty...

And never to return...

Bubble

EVEN THE BUBBLE HAS ITS GLAMOUR BEFORE IT BURSTS. WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE ON YOUR SO-CALLED BORING LIFE?

Crazy

Feed the fish before you read, please, or they will haunt you in your dreams by firing flying sheeps to your sunken colony full of cockroaches.

Just nonsense.

Yeah, you noticed the background and layout changed too. Anyway, *Ahem ahem*, I drew the background entirely on Paint! (the software embedded in every Windows computer) Yeah, I even drew the piano using straight and curve lines.

Crazy huh?

Well, I realise there are 100 things to do after my exams:

1) Clean up my room (Again)
2) Finish up my novel
3) Be lazier
4) Cook something for my family and 'family'
5) Play DotA in a pro way
6) It is related to 7
7) Make sure the rest of the list (till #100) must not be figured out or I'll be busy till death takes me.
8) ...
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100) Do not sleep


I am CRAYZAYYYY... period.

*sigh* back to study