I never ever listened to my elders, but maybe if I did... none of this would have happened....
A long time ago, when I was still a child, my mother would tell me stories about people who grew wings. I'd always say that was foolish, but she insisted. After awhile, I grew excited, any maybe, I was a person who could grow wings too. Then, I might even be able to fly around at night with the stars.
Yet, my other warned me over and over, "People like us can not grow wings. Only the people who deliver their soul into hatred and negativity can grow wings.
I should have listened to her... but I didn't.
I desperately, pushed along by my youth, began to hate. I learned to hate... it was my fuel... it was my love, my joy, and all of my pain could go along with all my glory like ying and yang. I found being dark... enjoyable, and in a desperate attempt to finally get my wings, I killed people I loved.
I got my wings... but it hurt. They spurted from my back like fire, and then I heard a voice, "You are too weak to hold wings." I was angry. No, nothing will take my wings away! I gave my evil to six humans, so that 'voice' couldn't take my wings. My idea of hiding them worked.
Two got the part of me to explore places humans can't.
Two got a part of me that was feared by many.
The last two... I gave one the power to protect my wings, and the other... the power to destory all humanity.
Yet, my other warned me over and over, "People like us can not grow wings. Only the people who deliver their soul into hatred and negativity can grow wings.
I should have listened to her... but I didn't.
I desperately, pushed along by my youth, began to hate. I learned to hate... it was my fuel... it was my love, my joy, and all of my pain could go along with all my glory like ying and yang. I found being dark... enjoyable, and in a desperate attempt to finally get my wings, I killed people I loved.
I got my wings... but it hurt. They spurted from my back like fire, and then I heard a voice, "You are too weak to hold wings." I was angry. No, nothing will take my wings away! I gave my evil to six humans, so that 'voice' couldn't take my wings. My idea of hiding them worked.
Two got the part of me to explore places humans can't.
Two got a part of me that was feared by many.
The last two... I gave one the power to protect my wings, and the other... the power to destory all humanity.
It's a battle against the darkness... and against yourselves.
umm... yeah. I thought of posting some of the storylines of some old roleplays I made that were quite successful. This was one my favorites and got to about 300 pages before a lot of people had to quit.
