Nos Chronicles ElementaliaHeat and sand. Nothing but heat and sand. No life, no movement, not even the wind. Zanniel stumbled, rolling to the bottom of the dune, hardly caring or aware that he was doing so. He winced as the coarse red sand ground its way into the wounds he had sustained. His once proud features were haggard and bloody, his eyes simply jet black orbs, soulless and bleak. Death was following in his footsteps, stalking him, waiting to strike, like a scavenger anticipating a feast. Zanniel didn't care, his fear was long gone. He wished he could hurry Death along, but his chosen weapon, the disk-axe he had carried through countless battles, that he h
The Great White SharkSilent and ominous it glides throught its watery world,Patrolling the azure depths,Gradually descending,Deeper and deeper,Where it waits, For the tell-tale silhouettes of victims.Hours roll by like waves,And the king of the ocean waits,Lazily moving along the bottom.Suddenly noises shatter the silence,And the lion of the water begins to rise,Up, up, ever up.What time is it, Mr. Shark?10 o'clockWhat time is it now, Mr. Shark?11 o'clockWhat time is it now?It's lunch time!And he strikes,Like a huge arrow,shot from the deep.The seal never knows what hits it,Throws it from the water and grabs it again,
The Beginning of the EndThe time of judgement is upon us.Chaos will awaken once more,A Guardian will confront his past,To protect the future,Evil will reveal its true incarnation,The Seven will rise,And the Universe shall feel the wrath of The Black Emerald.The End is nigh.