Post by saintclaire on May 27, 2011 22:17:56 GMT -5
*talking to himself*
damion: why? do i really need to control this? should i control it? i dont want to. i tryed to be the good guy...the past 5 years. ive been through hell in my life that man cannot describe with words alone...actions makes you the type of man or woman you are and tonight.....well tonight is no different...im done watching this world crumble...the seers have ruled for to long as well as my father. its time.
*damion walks down the hallowed halls of the ancient gaelic castle. the paintings ruined...the colors faded...the old place falling apart.*
damion: its been to long since a true gaelic king has emerged. im bringing back the old ways. im going to finish what my old friend Kalona couldnt. everyone shall bow to me as there king. one by one empires will fall and other worlds will beg for our protection. it starts with one.
*damion enters the throne room. at the door he stops and pauses for a moment then something strange. a voice...HER voice.*
: Damion my son, weve benn waiting for you. the council still exits to this day. without a king however we were overun by those mortals. see the throne damion? its waiting for you, were waiting for you. you know what you need to do my son.
damion: i know. And today marks the day where history is rewritten. today marks the day of the return of the king.
*damion walks slowly down the isle. the visions of a filled room with happy celebrations ease his mind. the memories he knows that he lost. he stops in front of the throne takes a deep breath. walks up the 3 steps and sits down placing both arms on the arm rests. there was a rumble...something like an earthquake. damion feels immortal souls filling his lungs. every one bringing more power and information. then stop. the empty room is now filled with nine council members all bowed with their fists closed over their hearts.
damion: you may rise council.
*the council stands all nine in unisin*
damion: members of the council today is the day. the day where the gaelic men and woman are feared...where we are remembered....and we are honored. today is the day where we once and for all takes over this world. no longer will we have to answer to the seers or to william. we will rule this world.
*buzz buzz buzz. the alarm clock goes off at the mansion and damion sits up quick. turns off the alarm clock and walks to the walk in closet. he opens it. in the closet there is the gaelic kings outfit. the royal green robe with white trim. the gryphon staff with the green orb. *
damion: it wasnt a dream after all.
*damion grabs the staff but leaves the kings robe in the closet and steps outside to the morning day. when someone is already waiting for him*
damion: why? do i really need to control this? should i control it? i dont want to. i tryed to be the good guy...the past 5 years. ive been through hell in my life that man cannot describe with words alone...actions makes you the type of man or woman you are and tonight.....well tonight is no different...im done watching this world crumble...the seers have ruled for to long as well as my father. its time.
*damion walks down the hallowed halls of the ancient gaelic castle. the paintings ruined...the colors faded...the old place falling apart.*
damion: its been to long since a true gaelic king has emerged. im bringing back the old ways. im going to finish what my old friend Kalona couldnt. everyone shall bow to me as there king. one by one empires will fall and other worlds will beg for our protection. it starts with one.
*damion enters the throne room. at the door he stops and pauses for a moment then something strange. a voice...HER voice.*
: Damion my son, weve benn waiting for you. the council still exits to this day. without a king however we were overun by those mortals. see the throne damion? its waiting for you, were waiting for you. you know what you need to do my son.
damion: i know. And today marks the day where history is rewritten. today marks the day of the return of the king.
*damion walks slowly down the isle. the visions of a filled room with happy celebrations ease his mind. the memories he knows that he lost. he stops in front of the throne takes a deep breath. walks up the 3 steps and sits down placing both arms on the arm rests. there was a rumble...something like an earthquake. damion feels immortal souls filling his lungs. every one bringing more power and information. then stop. the empty room is now filled with nine council members all bowed with their fists closed over their hearts.
damion: you may rise council.
*the council stands all nine in unisin*
damion: members of the council today is the day. the day where the gaelic men and woman are feared...where we are remembered....and we are honored. today is the day where we once and for all takes over this world. no longer will we have to answer to the seers or to william. we will rule this world.
*buzz buzz buzz. the alarm clock goes off at the mansion and damion sits up quick. turns off the alarm clock and walks to the walk in closet. he opens it. in the closet there is the gaelic kings outfit. the royal green robe with white trim. the gryphon staff with the green orb. *
damion: it wasnt a dream after all.
*damion grabs the staff but leaves the kings robe in the closet and steps outside to the morning day. when someone is already waiting for him*