Agnes Fiaalii's Fan Fiction

Fan fiction: Beastly

“It's strange though. People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don't even notice anymore, do you? It's just the way they look.”
― Alex Flinn, Beastly

I have based my Fanfiction on the movie Beastly. “Beastly” is known to be the modern day twist on the movie ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Author: Alex Flinn (Novel) Director:Daniel Barnz Characters: remained the same                    Kyle and Lindy

Hunter is contemplating whether or not, he should tell Lindy how he feels. Questions are running through his head, “what if she rejects me?”. The fear of rejection, slowly creeping up on him. “Can someone as beautiful as her, love an UGLY beast like me?”. Somehow, he is standing inside Buckston Academy High school. Students walking by, chatting and laughing away with their friends, suddenly STOP!. Are they looking at me?, reality hits him, “of course they are, who wouldn’t look at me?”. His legs seem to be glued to the floor, unable to take a step forward. So, “this is what it feels like to be UGLY?”. Although it didn’t matter anymore, but it still stung him. “How does anyone deal with this?” Somehow, his whole body froze and all the nasty things he’d said before,began to play and replay over in his head.

The next thing he knows he’s taken back through time, him standing on the podium, giving his presidential speech. Students and teachers, gathered around in front of him. The jocks, the nerds, the drama people, the geeks, the cheerleaders and so on. The sound of his own voice saying “best embrace the suck, beautiful people get it better”. “Dammit, was that really me?” his own words, just seem so foreign to him now. Now that he thought about, he needed to apologise to all the innocent people he hurt. He quietly thanks Lindy in his head, this is all her doings. “Lindy”, the past few weeks with her, have gone by so quickly. It’s just been a blast, getting to know her, finding out things about himself, even he didn’t know. Her beautiful, long, black hair and that warm, loving smile. Something tugged at his heart for a moment.

 The sound of a door closing, takes him back to reality. Standing there, he sees Lindy’s back. Heart pounding, this is it!. Just being there in the same room as her felt so weird, yet somehow right. Gone was the feeling of embarrassment towards people staring, the feeling of ugliness and the feeling of doubt. Suddenly, replaced with the feelings of Happiness and Love. LOVE?. “Wow, I can’t believe I just said that”. He laughs at himself quietly, “so this is Love?”. He somehow was unable to get a grip on the feelings, that Lindy helped him uncover.

The day his mother had walked out on him and his dad, was the day; he stopped believing in ‘Love. How can anyone say they love you, yet turn their back on you?. His childhood however wasn’t totally bad. Although his dad was hardly home, and was never interested about his life, most days, “but at least he took care of me, right?”. He only wished his dad was more involved in his life. How nice would it be to have a normal conversation, without his dad’s phone beeping constantly. “Well, at least he had Lindy right?”. That reminds him, he still needs to tell Lindy how he feels, hmmmmm, somehow he still wasn’t able to get over these new feelings.

Lindy, suddenly realises she has company, and turns around, “Hunter, what are you doing here?”. Just looking at her beautiful face, took his breath away. “I’m here to apologise”. Everyone just stops and stares at them, waiting for either one to continue. “But Hunter, I’ve called you so many times, and not once did you pick up”. “I know Lindy, that’s why I’m here, to tell you personally, how I really feel”. “It’s too late Hunter, no matter what you say, it’s not going to change anything”. “I know Lindy, but before you leave, I want you to know that I’ll always be here waiting for you, because I Love you”. Lindy looks up at Hunter, heart pounding, did she really hear him right? “did I just hear you say you love me?”. Hunter, grins at himself, “yep, is that all right, did I say something wrong?” this is the moment he’s been waiting for. He starts to pray in his head “please, say you love me”. The next he knows, he’s lip locking with Lindy, is this really happening, Is this some kind of dream?. “So I’m guessing were all good?”. “We’re more than good hunter, I know it’s hard to believe but I love you to”. He playfully shoves her softly. “So I’ll be seeing you when you get back then?”. “You better be, Hunter”.

Hunter turns around and walks out, nothing seemed to matter now. Lindy loves him. All of a sudden, his head started to spin. What the hell is happening to me?. He stops in front of the school building and looks at his reflection. Something was happening to his body, could this really be happening?. He reaches up to his head and feels hair on his head, next his eyes, his nose and his face felt so smooth. He actually couldn’t believe he was Kyle Kingston again, yet somehow he still felt the same, like Hunter. The witches spell has finally been broken, “thank you”. He finally realises that he still hasn’t told Lindy who he really is. The next thing he knows, Lindy busts through the doors. She looks up at him suspiciously. “Kyle, tell me It isn’t what I’m thinking?”. Lindy shakes her head from one side to another, she is in total disbelief. How the hell did she not see this coming, there were plenty of times she suspected he was hiding something, but Kyle Kingston of all people. She somehow felt disgusted with her reaction, somehow she was glad that Hunter was Kyle. “Lindy, I know I didn’t tell you before, but I didn’t think this was going to happen, believe me”. Lindy waits for a few seconds to take everything in, “Kyle Kingston, did you really think something as small as you forgetting to mention your real name would stop me from loving you?”. “I understand if you do, Lindy”. “Kyle Kingston, I thought you knew me better than that, at the end of the day, you’re still the same guy I fell in love with!”. Lindy pushes him and Kyle softly kisses Lindy.

 

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Joseph's Final Fan Fiction

Before reading my fan fiction, watching the clip of the scene is highly recommended so that the story could be understood better (please watch it'll only take about 7 minutes).

Kara still thinks but she cannot let anybody else know about it. As the days pass by, the desire for thinking grows stronger than ever.She wants to tell David Geller, the zoologist she was sold to, but the fear of losing everything has been haunting her. However, the tiny little living things arouse the feeling inside of her....

Awakened

Rain blooms with the breeze.

It was the second time that Kara had been in Japan but first time in Hakone. This peaceful place located in the south-west of Kanagawa was full of romance and warmth because of the cherry blossom everywhere.

Spring in Hakone is rainy, and adorable.

Kara sat right in front of the door and stared at the cherry blossom tree in the backyard, secretly drowning in her thoughts since no one was actually around her. With raindrops on them, those baby pinkish petals looked so pure, innocent and fragile. Kara picked up a petal, quietly a smile climbs onto her face.

These petals were like newly-born toddlers, knowing nothing about this world but bringing the beauty of miracle into it, she thought. However, knowing that the blooming time of cherry blossoms normally lasts about fifteen days made her smile fade away. She touched the petal, pitied that they only have such a short time to be what they are, suddenly she felt the cruelness that cannot be explained. And because of this pity, she reckoned she likes them.

“sa ku ra, sa ku ra, ya yo i no so ka wa…” She remembered the time when she did the first initialization test with singing this song about cherry blossom, she remembered the dissembling due to her not-supposed thinking, she remembered the scare of losing every second she had. “You are not supposed to think”, the voice wandered back and forth in her head, she immediately quit this ‘stupid’ drowning, the drowning that she is willing to risk anything to do. She gently put the petal back on the ground, then started staring at the cherry blossom again, everlastingly.

As an android, she could be considered as a lucky one. Kara was sold to a zoologist named David Geller as an assistant in terms of her high-tech scanning and memorizing function. Apparently she has much less stuff to do than other common androids because all David asks for is her to store countless files of animal researches in order to create a database, which could be the simplest thing for an android but crucial for a zoologist. Kara never saw other companions around ‘Doctor Geller’ (that’s what Kara calls him) in his life. If there must be one person who can be called David’s partner, she supposes she would be that ‘person’.

"I'm back." David put his raincoat on the hanger, stepped into the room.This voice broke the silence in this room filled with thoughts, also lit up the smile on Kara.
"How is the observation work going, Doctor Geller?" Kara let her daily conversation software speak for herself, she did want to know what's new about him though.
"Pretty well, the observation apartment didn't find any problem, we just went over the statics and researches on the animals around Hakone.” He put the bag down on the table, “and we found something unexpected." David sat at the table and started searching his bag for a picture while took other relevant work away to Kara. She stored them into the database inside of her once she received the paragraphs, the images, even the little careless dots in the corner.

The last thing David passed to her tugged her heartstrings.


It was a picture of a lesser panda, pregnant, bleeding.


“We found her near our observation station.” David got the documents back then explained to Kara, “Guess she could not find any help around except us...”
“What happened to them?” It’s really rare that Kara intended to interrupt, David was a bit shocked, he paused for several seconds.
“Well...” he mumbled, “We did our best to save her but found she had a difficult parturition...”.

David put his hands on Kara’s shoulder, intending to let her sit. Kara looked at him, however, she could not hear those words he said.Apparently she’s not supposed to because she was created as a professional android which has fully excellent hearing just like a healthy human-being does. She did not know why she fell in her ‘secret drowning’ again. It came to her so strongly that she could not pay any more attention on David.


Why did she die? I mean I know the fatality of the difficult parturition, but, why did she have to die?


Doctor Geller’s mouth is moving, his hands are doing gestures that illustrate the situation, He’s drying the tears on my face with a tissue.
“Kara?” David called her name. It was like a powerful hand grabbed Kara from the infinite timeline of her thinking, reminded her not to be noticed.
“I’m sorry, Doctor Geller.” Kara replied immediately, “I guess it’s just the clash of emotion software, maybe due to my first time hearing things like these.” she was aware of the bottom line although she trusts David, that’s why her thoughts let her lie, and smile.

Obviously the smile worked. David reckoned nothing’s wrong and continued saying, “Unfortunately she’s gone, But we saved her baby.”

He showed another picture of the baby lesser panda to Kara. He’s glowing, he’s like the cherry blossom petal, he’s one of the maze, she thought. Kara looked at the picture, struggled deeply in a question.

She fought for what she treasures with her life. What do I have with mine?

- Based on the technique trailer "Kara" (2011) Quantic Dream

Carolyn's Final Fanfiction

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, lived a father with his beautiful golden-haired child, Ella.  The days were filled with love and happiness, until the day he brought home a new wife.  She was something Ella had never seen.  Her new stepmother, Nyx, treated Ella’s father like a king.  She doted on him, looked after his every need, although was no more and no less than courteous to Ella.  Nyx also had a daughter around Ella’s age, Zei.  

After the marriage, Ella’s father moved their family to Nyx’s homeland, a land across the world completely foreign to her.  All the people here had the same onyx hair and chocolate eyes as Nyx and Zei, and all the women had the same grace and courteous manner.  Ella was fascinated by this new world.  While not being able to communicate with anyone outside her family because of the language barrier, she continuously desired to know more of it.

However, the new climate was not compatible with Ella’s father.  He grew ill in the early months of their move, and passed away, leaving Ella alone with her new family.

His body was still warm when they grew cold to her.  Zei, her new sister, was wretched.  She would pull her hair, tear her clothing and possessions, and curse at Ella in her native language.  Nyx of course was no different.  She laughed in Ella’s face saying Ella was now her slave.  In truth Ella’s new family hated and feared their differences.  Ella’s striking blue eyes, golden hair, and forward manner unnerved them.  She was often stared at in the streets.  Physically assaulted by many men; hated by many women.

As the days, weeks, and months passed, talk of the annual masquerade festival soon arrived. A rumour stated the country’s emperor, Lord Uima,  was to be there which made the young women of the country flit about in excitement.  He had recently come of age and needed to choose his bride.  They all wished to be chosen  since he was elegant, handsome, and of course the emperor.

The night of the festival Uima prepared with a heavy heart.  He had searched for a suitable bride his entire life, but never found a girl he was actually was fond of.   He was bored with them, and felt suffocated by his position.

As he walked through the crowded pavilion, he was grateful for the disguises.  He would be free for this night.  Although he must search for a wife, at least he could do so at his own discretion. All the women still seemed the same in costume and he grew hopeless until he saw one girl.  A girl whose hair was completely encased in a velvet cap, and had a dark veil covering her face.  Through the veil he could see she was smiling the largest smile he had ever seen.  He had never seen a woman smile like that before.  They always had to keep their lips closed and remain proper in his presence.  He approached her and asked her to dance.  They danced, but she did not speak, only smiled now and again.  There was something different about her, but he couldn’t quite figure it out.  Her manner was unusual.  She was not as careful as other women;   she would try to lead the dance at times, other times seem to try to make him laugh through body language. He asked her which province she was born in, and she simply smiled up at him.  

The night had grown late and Uima had never stopped dancing with this lady.  He couldn’t stop.  Uima, feeling her could no longer keep her shrouded in mystery stopped and lifted the veil from her face.  From under the sheer dark cloth came two crystal eyes.  He had only heard stories of such eyes.  The veil disturbed her hair and a small piece fell from its hold onto her forehead, a shimmering gold.  Uima almost fell back, he was so shocked.  

Ella’s eyes widened as she saw the clock behind the charming masked man’s head.  She wished she could see him more, but knew that communication would be difficult.  She simply kissed him on the check, whispered, “I’m sorry”, in her native tongue, and ran.  She knew if her mother and sister found out she had attended the festival her homelife would be more tortuous than ever.  She had been very careful to cover her striking physical features, to all but that one man.  She ran with a smile on her face remembering his kindness, handsomeness, and tender touch.

The next day the whole town was in a fuss.  The emperor had stated he had chosen a bride, but that he did not know her name.  It was said he would be around to each house to find his lady.  

Nyx and Zei were in a fuss.  Which man had been the emperor?  Had Zei talked to anyone that could have been him?  Did she notice anyone staring at her?  Nyx demanded Zei to go make herself as beautiful as possible for his arrival so if anything, she could sway his decision.  As Ella overheard the news, her heart started pounding wondering if she could possibly be the one the emperor was searching for.  But that would be too good to be true.  Her fantasy broke when Nyx screamed at her to go to her room and remain there for the rest of the day “or else”.

Time seemed to drag before the knock came at the door.  Nyx, the gracious host, accepted in five men, one looking about the house.  Zei stood nearby as perfect as she could be, but Uima just shook his head. As the men turned to leave, Uima looked back and shouted in Ella’s native tongue, “is there anyone else here?”  Ella, shocked, came running out of her room, long golden locks flying around her.  As she came into view, she and Uima locked eyes, knowing they had found each other.  “You know my language...”

“I was trained in many languages as a child.  I now know why you didn’t answer me at the festival”, he chuckled.

Nyx was outraged, but it was too late.  The emperor had chosen his new wife. In addition, the government supported his decision to marry a foreigner since it would boost their international reputation and tolerance.  Ella soon found the country’s charms enchanting once again, and now had someone to share them with.

James' Final Fanfiction.

Tarnish the ground with blood and steel.


Thunder roars and shakes the ground. It sunders the fortifications of Stonemist Castle, the behemoth of a building that stands solid in the centre of the Eternal Battlegrounds. In my weary state, I pass it off as nothing more than a common storm, frequent to these dangerous parts of Tyria. Thunder bellows again, almost beckoning a response from the residents of Stonemist. I try to ignore it, shaking off the impending thought of a coming storm and desperately trying to return to my precious slumber; a luxury not common in this war zone. Once more does thunder barrage the walls, columns fell and rubble shattered down within the barracks. That was no thunder.
"We're under attack!" Chaos unfolds. Men and woman, Sylvari and Charr scramble for their weapons and armour, equipping what they can before running to the battlements.
"Who?" I pose a question to the Asura necromancer, donning her robe in haste.
"The Jade. Siege from the north. Trebuchets and catapults are keeping us down." The Jade again? We fought them back last week and now they're back for more. We have less numbers now though, Mirroz is leading his mean through the south east, dealing with the Dragon clan. I slide my daggers into their sheaths and tighten it around me.
"You're the elementalist, aren't you?" The small death-conjurer asks. I nod, letting the fires of Balthazar flow over me, readying myself for orders.
"I'm Ela. Captain from the Stormbluff coast. We need to take down the siege from Anzalis. Our chance to survive is -"
"Don't tell me the odds. I'm ready. When do we move?"
"Now."

We move quickly, pushing through the bottom of Stonemist Castle. Ela and I were quickly joined by a Sylvari flamethrower and a human rifleman. The Sylvari fumbles for a fuel cannister, before smashing it into the flamers loading rail.
"I'm Quentin," the rifleman shouts over the chaos of battle as we neared the battlements. "That's Galk, don't mind her. A bit...lightheaded."
"Probably the fumes." Ela jests. "Kazan, can you vault the battlements, we'll need a distraction to get out there."
"Aye Captain."

Commanding the essence of the old goddess Dwayna, her lightning aura floods over my body granting me with inhuman speed. I burst over the battlements, followed closely by an eager bunch of Charr warriors. The Jade do not relent.
"Cover me!" I bellow to the warriors near me. Drawing in the powers of Balthazar, conjuring a tsunami of fire to wash over those who wish to usurp our keep. My fists tense as my elemental attunement wanders from fire to earth, shattering the ground below. I rip shards of stone from the ground, impaling any Jade attacker that pulls near, painting the ground with ash and blood. But it fells like it is not enough. My vision fades and my energies leave me. I need...time. Our ballistae had been destroyed. Walls are falling and our men and women are falling off the fortifications. I fall to one knee, gasping for air. I spy ten men, draped in Jade sigils charging me down, singling me out from the onslaught.
"Grenth, give me something. Give me your ice, your cold fortitude. Protect me." I whisper to the old god of death, the frozen being that watched over me as a child. "Help me..." I fall backwards, fire dances above my head. A hard, leafy hand grips the back of my head.
"Drink this." The leafen says, placing a glowing vial near my lips.
"Get him up!" Someone screams, muffled by gunfire. I gulp down the electric elixir, feeling it pulse through my veins. My vision returns to see a bloodied behemoth of dead flesh and raw bone charge through my attackers, Ela's concoction.
"We've only got a brief window." Quentin snaps, gazing down the sight of his rifle. I turn to look at Stonemist Castle. The walls are in ruin, good men are strewn about the battlements. Another catapult projectile smashes into the Keep. We need to end this siege.

There is no stealth involved in an assault when you have a rifleman and a flamethrower in tow. Galk and Quentin's rocket-boots power them over the walls, inciting a glorious display of fire. I take Ela on my back and begin the sprint to the black walls of Anzalis. I take Ela and vanish into a flash of smoke, materializing within the forts walls. Jade soldiers fall from the walls as Galk air-blasts them, riddled with bullet holes from Quentins rifle, leaving the men in smoking ruin.
"Get to the Lord's holding, Ela." I command, letting her off my back as I notice two Quartermasters draw their weapons and ready their attack. I unsheathe my daggers, lightning surges through the two mystic blades.
My elemental energy is drained for the time being, daggers will have to do. The first quartermaster attacks, brandishing a great sword of enormous size, striking downward with almost excessive force. I side-step, moving forward quickly on his inside, ramming a blade into his leg and dragging my other dagger across his neck. Taken aback, the second quartermaster holds his sword defensively. The size of his weapon deceives him, I lash forward and impale his chest before he can move it to strike. He falls, blood soaking the ground.
Dashing up the walls, scaling the stairs, I am doing everything in my power to reach Ela. One of the Lord's retainers turns to me, brandishing a morning star of ice. He swings wildly, brazenly leaving his defenses open.  I burst forward with burning speed, wielding daggers in scorpionic flourish, embedding my twin blades into his and stabbing repetitively until he hits the ground. Pouncing forward, I notice the ribcage of the other retainer torn to shreds, scattered across the holding. Ela's flesh-fiends sundered across the ground, large incisions separating flesh from bone. The keep's lord stands dominantly over Ela, preparing his great-sword to cleave the small Asura. I dash forward, daggers in hand, rushing at the oblivious lord. But the glint in his eyes say otherwise. I throw up an arcane shield, tapping into my deep magical reserves and bringing them out through my skin. I fly across the lord's holding, daggers falling from my hands and the shield shatters as the great-sword sings through it. In fury I dematerialize into lightning, surging back towards the lord. My fists re-materialize in his chest armor, tearing it apart and leaving vicious burns in his body. He stumbles back, his eyes widen and pupils dilate and he tries to gain a steady grip on his weapon. I call a hammer of thunder to my hands, a deadly tool in an Elementalist's arsenal. I ram it into his chest. Once, searing flesh, breaking bones. Twice, melting through his being. Thrice. Red mist dilutes the air as fragments of his body go shooting off with tremendous force.
"We've won." Ela exhales, slowly getting up from the ground as she lets death energy refill her with unholy life. Galk and Quentin stand on the battlements of the keep, rifles and flamethrowers keeping a watchful eye on anything that may approach.
"For now, at least."


-Based on the actions of the Tarnished Coast WvW team (KiN)
ArenaNet. 2012. Guild Wars 2 [MMORPG]. NCsoft.

Last Draft Before Final

I just need to cut it down now....

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, lived a father with his beautiful golden-haired child, Ella.  The days were filled with love and happiness, but Ella was unaware of the hole in her father’s heart that had been left by her deceased mother until the day he brought home a new wife.  She was something like Ella had never seen.  Long, silky, obsidian hair, dark chocolate eyes, and the way she held herself was like out of the fairy tales Ella read; straight-backed, graceful, and regal.  Her new stepmother, Nyx, treated Ella’s father like a king.  She doted on him, looked after his every need, although was no more and no less than courteous to Ella.  Nyx also had a daughter around Ella’s age, Zei.  

After their marriage, Ella’s father moved their family to Nyx’s homeland, a land across the world, a place completely foreign to her.  All the people here had the same onyx hair and eyes are Nyx and Zei, and all the women had the same grace and courteous manner.  Ella was fascinated by this new world, and while not being able to communicate with anyone outside her family, she continuously desired to know more of it.

However, the new climate was also different, and was not compatible with Ella’s father’s body.  He grew ill in the early months of their move, and with great pains, passed away, leaving Ella alone with her new mother and sister.

His body was still warm when her new family grew cold to her.  Her new mother and sister showed their true feelings for Ella.  As courteous as these people were, new sister, Zei, was wretched.  She would pull her hair, tear her clothing and possessions, and curse at Ella in her native language.  Nyx of course was no different.  She laughed in Ella’s face, confessing this was her plan, that now she had the money and no man to wait on and could use Ella as her slave.  In truth Ella’s new family hated and feared their differences.  Ella’s striking blue eyes, golden hair, and forward manner unnerved them.  She was often stared at in the streets.  Physically assaulted by many men; hated by many women.

Ella soon grew exhausted and depressed.  She was far from home, knew no one other than her new family who treated her awfully, missed eating familiar food, and also could not speak to many people since they did not understand her language.  While it was customary in this country to be polite and courteous, she soon learned they were often cruel and plotting when in private.  She was weary of this behaviour. Guessing and untrusting of every person she came across.  She only had her endless work from her mother as a way of escape.  She would drift in her thoughts, sometimes thing of cruel things herself, but often was just numb to the world around her.

As the days, weeks, and months passed, talk of the annual masquerade festival soon arrived. A rumour stated the country’s emperor, Lord Uima,  was to be there which made the young women of the country flit about in excitement.  He had recently come of age and needed to choose his bride.  They all wished to be it since he was elegant, handsome, and of course the emperor.

The night of the festival Uima prepared with a heavy heart.  He had searched for a suitable bride his entire life, but never found a girl he actually was fond of.  He was sure any woman of this country could play the role of the emperor’s wife, but he was tired of the women all being polite to his face, eager to do anything he wished.  He was bored with them, and felt suffocated by his position.

As he walked through the crowded pavilion, he was grateful for the disguises.  He would be free for this night.  Although he must pretend to search for a wife, at least he could do so at his own discretion. All the women still seemed the same in costume and he grew hopeless until he saw one girl.  A girl whose hair was completely encased in a velvet cap, and had a dark veil covering her face.  Through the veil he could see she was smiling the largest smile he had ever seen.  He had never seen a woman smile like this before.  They always had to keep their lips closed and remain proper in his presence.  He approached her and asked her to dance.  They dance, but she did not speak, only smiled now and again.  There was something different about her, but he couldn’t quite figure it out.  Her manner was unusual.  She was not as careful as other women.  Not trying to keep up a front, or please him for the sake of pleasing him.  He asked her which province she was born in, and she simply smiled up at him.  

The night had grown late and Uima had never stopped dancing with this lady.  He couldn’t stop.  while he did not try much for conversation, she seemed to have no disagreement with the dancing.  Uima, feeling her could no longer keep her shrouded in mystery stopped and lifted the veil from her face.  From under the sheer dark cloth came two crystal blue eyes.  He had only heard stories of such eyes, and he was without breath.  The veil must have disturbed her hair because a small piece fell from it’s hold onto her forehead, a shimmering sunshine gold.  Uima almost fell back, he was so shocked.  

Ella’s eyes widened as she saw the clock behind the charming masked man’s head.  She wished she could see him more, but knew they could never communicate.  She simply kissed him on the check, whispered, “I’m sorry”, in her native tongue, and ran.  She knew if her mother and sister found out she had attended the festival her homelife would be more tortuous than ever.  She had been very careful to cover her striking physical features, to all but that one man.  She ran with a smile on her face remembering his kindness, handsomeness, and tender touch.

The next day the whole town was in a fuss.  The emperor had stated he had chosen a bride, but that he did not know her name.  It was said he would be around to each house to find his lady.  

Nyx and Zei were in a fuss.  Who was the emperor?  Had Zei talked to anyone that could have been him?  Did she notice anyone staring at her?  Nyx demanded Zei to go make herself as beautiful as possible for his arrival so if anything she could sway his decision.  As Ella overheard the news, her heart started pounding wondering if she could possibly be the one the emperor was searching for.  But that would be too good to be true.  Her fantasy broke when Nyx screamed at her to go to her room and remain there for the rest of the day “or else”.

Time seemed to drag before the knock came at the door.  Nyx, the gracious host, accepted in five men, one looking about the house.  Zei stood nearby as perfect as she could be, but Uima just shook his head. As the men turned to leave, Uima looked back and shouted in Ella’s native tongue, “is there anyone else here?”  Ella, shocked, came running out of her room, long golden locks flying around her.  As she came into view, she and Uima locked eyes, knowing they had found each other.  “You know my language...” “I was trained in many languages as a child.  I now know why you didn’t answer me at the festival”, he chuckled.

Nyx was outraged.  “What are they saying!”, she demanded.  But it was too late.  The emperor had chosen his new wife, in addition, the government supported his decision to marry a foreigner since it would boost their international reputation and tolerance.  Ella soon found the country’s charms enchanting once again, and now had someone to share them with.

Basil Raghib Fan Fiction

The sun rises over the clouded and dusty mountain, bringing in another bright morning to a dark bloodshed world. None but the one God rules here – the one who posses the Number 1 Headband. To accompany the headband you must be prepared for a transformation from the mere human flesh to the almighty rule. You have no fear within man-kind, not one soul could dare to cross you wrong. None - except the one who posses the Number 2. To be Number 2 you must venture your life with the consistent threat of extinguishment. The Number 2 can only be a threat to the Number 1 when it's the chosen warrior. The one who is prepared to face the God of this world. The one who is prepared to face – The Afro Samurai.

Anika was a bright Farmers daughter, living on the outskirts of the mainland. Her father died while Anika was of a young age, leaving the farmhouse behind to her in which she has lived and cared for her entire life. The farm is all she know's, recluse away from the entirety of the world.

The day was drawing late when she began picking the last Tomato bach from the the tip of the farm. She heard a screeching moan come from the riverside as she leant over for the last ripe Tomato. As she tilted her head towards the voice, she heard the cries of pain draw again. She dropped the basket and plunged towards the noise. As she shimmered over the bank, there lay the Afro Samurai in agony. His long, lanky body stretched across the stones with his blood soaked sword by his side. As Anika kneeled to his side, she saw the Number 1 headband tied across the forehead of the disillusioned Samurai. She immediately knew who this warrior was. She proceeded to lift the Samurai off the sand, his arm over her shoulder and starred his weight back to the farm house for nurturing.

Two worried days past before the Afro Samurai regained conciousness. Afro woke up in a haze, a natural formed reaction overcame him as he reached for his soul-filled sword.

Anika: Relax Afro, you need to rest. Don't worry, you're safe here.

Afro: Who are you? Where am I?

Anika: I found you by the river, you were hurt. I saved you.

Afro: Thank you.

Anika: You had some pretty serious cuts, must have been one hell of an fight.

Afro: I guess you could say that...

Anika: Go back to sleep, your putting too much stress on your body, you need to relax now.

One stretched week passed since Anika had found the blooded Samurai and Afro had completely healed from his wounds.

Afro: I need to leave.

Anika: Where will you go?

Afro: I must be moving on.

Anika: Won't you stay one more night? I'm sorry if i'm pestering you, but I just get so lonely out here in the farm, it's all i've ever known.

Afro: Hmmm...

It seemed that even the most ruthless of men couldn't shun down an immaculate smile and glimmering eyes like the ones on Anika. In the case of Afro, the passionate attraction wouldn't allow him to venture away and so each night the Afro Samurai attempted to leave, he would be sucked back in by Anika's glowing Beauty.

Years past on the farm with the two deep lovers conceiving a baby boy. The Afro Samurai had been conflicted with his past life of a so called God like ruler, battle filled bloodshed and his new profound family life. He knew the two lifestyles could not coincide and decided to put the headband down, hoping no one would come seeking it. But in each man that crosses path on this earth, there is a distinctive evil within him, the evil that draws jealousy and hatred out of a man. Afro knew this.

On a cold winters night, Afro had woken to the sound's of the back door shuddering back and forth. He woke to find Anika in his bed side. Afro procedeed to the back of the farmhouse where the banging of the doors was hailing from to find Anika, on her back, lifeless. The alarm bells bursted in Afro's head as he plunged himself towards the grace of his mothers child. She lay there. Two bullet holes thru her angelic head. The Samurai cried his pains out to feel the weight of the rain drown him.

The Sun rose again above the clouded and dusty mountain and the Afro Samurai was laying his lover to rest on the tip of the farm by the Tomatoes. As he laid her now decomposing body in they dirt, a note flew by the Afro's eyesight.

“I have come for you Number 1. I have come for you're soul and power. Fight me over the mountains today. Otherwise your little boy will be the next to join your lover.”

Two bullet holes and a challenge. The image of the evil creature appeared in Afro's mind. It was the Cowboy of the Dead. A skeleton being who had been rumoured to kill and slaughter any man who slightly looked at him and feasted on dead animals, worst of all, now he had the Number 2 head band.

The Afro Samurai returned to the farmhouse. He lifted the headband he had once diminished from his life and firmly wrapped it around his forehead. His son approached him.

Son: “Poppa? Where are you going Poppa? Where is Mummy?

Afro: Hush boy. Collect your stick and follow me...

The confused child followed his father. They ventured through the farmlands and onto the deadly mountains. The sun was slowly rising behind the big batch of afro hair. They arrived to the tip of the mountain with a greeting from a deadly cowboy clinching to pistols. Afro didn't say a word. His son stopped in fear.

Cowboy: Remember me Number 1? I've been waiting a very long time for this.

Afro: I know, but it all ends here....

LINK TO THE BATTLE BETWEEN AFRO SAMURAI AND THE SKELETON COWBOY:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXiaou-TR84

fanfict by: Baz Raghib.

Daniel's Fan fiction (Arms of the Kraken)

Arms of the Kraken

Daniel Robertson 

“I’ll take the fastest ship in our fleet. I'll choose the 20 hardest born killers that Pyke has to offer. I' m going to sail all the way past Sea point dragon and into Deepwood Motte. I'm going to march on through to the Dreadfort. I'll find my  brother and I'll bring him home. I'll pay with Iron if I must." 

 While bold, Asha knew it would be no simple task in the rescuing of Theon. The Greyjoy's were known for fighting valiantly and taking what wasn't theirs, "We do not sow" meant paying the Iron price; no gold;only blood with steel. The Dreadfort however, was also infamous, the hell of common folklore. The Bolton's sigil had boasted a flayed man with their words being "Our blades are sharp”.

The Dreadfort was the most God forsaken place in all the seven kingdoms, for it was told that the Boltons still kept torture chambers with a special room where they had hung the flayed skins of their enemies, including several Kings of House Stark. Many Years ago, the Boltons had risen against King Harlon Stark, and the Dreadfort held out for two years under siege before the Boltons surrendered. This did not stop the flaying of any unfortunate victim that crossed the Dreadfort.

A flayed man could hold no secrets it was known, to rescue Theon it would take Asha and her Iron born comrades to set out on foot. The Kraken did not cross by land, nor did an Iron Born think kindly of riding horses. But it needed to be done. The journey by sea was the least the Iron Born army had to worry about. It was the fact that Winterfell had been overtaken under the command of Roose Bolton, there was no clear passage through to the East of Winterfell; there was no passage straight through by sea.

The party of 20 had left by last light; the journey by sea would take  10 days; followed by a 4- day march to the Dreadfort.

The Kingsroad had proposed problems of its own, if it wasn't bandits preying on travel bound merchants, there was the risk of being caught by a horde of Kings Guards. While the Iron Born would no doubt hold their own in a bloody confrontation, Asha had only 20 men to spare. This was a rescue mission; getting caught by any unexpected foe could not be an option.

Asha had studied the horn that the captured pirate had stolen.  The horn differed greatly from the horn her Uncle Euron had taken to Pyke. It was rugged, no valyrian hieroglyphics , only a deep entrenched carving bearing a Kraken. All Asha could think about was her brother Theon, how things would have been different had he not been so stubborn and listened to her. Thummmm thummmm, Asha was amused with the sound it made, at least it was not as horrid as her uncle’s horn. It almost was soothing to hear such a rustic sound being played with the sea breeze accompanying her .

 The crew had looked at Asha with suspicion. The last person to blow a horn died; there could be no telling as to what this horn could do. This was no fancy valyrian dragon horn though, whether this horn had any source of magic was not any concern for Asha. Asha thought about saving the horn for Theon, maybe he would... 

Asha started to feel drowsey, everything around her turned to darkness.As she awoke, the storm raged on, Asha  was submerged under water, though what had happened could not be known. She had fainted; fallen off deck somehow; it was too late for her being saved. The crew could not get to her; she could not save Theon now.

 "Let your servant be born again from the sea, as you were…

Asha heard her father’s voice, had this been a cruel source of trickery?

  Bless her with salt, bless her with stone, and bless her with steel.”

 Asha could not help but feel amused by what was happening; an iron born doomed to drown by sea was always deemed a noble death. This was different from cleansing through sea water, there would be no second chances for Asha, no family; she would bear no bastard children; she would not be promised to an Iron born; Asha would not save her brother. 

Her last thoughts would be of her brother Theon, had he listened to her that day in Winterfell, he would be home ruling Pyke and would still have his manhood.

“Aye”, she replied, “what is dead may never die.”

As she drowned, the Arms of the Kraken had wrapped around her. The monster carried her through the deep waters and up she rose to meet her crew. Her father would give her his last words before leaving,

"What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger."

Fanfiction sites:

The Blood of the Dragon
Lady of the Dreadfort
Beyond the Kraken
Never-Conquered-Rarely-Came
A-Parliament-of-Fowls-The-First-Kingsmoot-of-Westeros

Draft: Arms of the Kraken:

“ I'll take the fastest ship in our fleet. I'll choose the 20 hardest born killers that Pyke has to offer. I' m going to sail all the way past black water bay, all the way to the bay of Ice. I'm going to march on through to the Dreadfort. I'll find Theon and I'll bring him home. I'll pay with Iron if I must." 

Asha while bold, knew it would be no easy in rescuing of Theon. The Greyjoy's were known for fighting valiantly and taking what wasn't theirs, "We do not sow" meant paying the Iron price, no gold , it meant blood with steel. But the Dreadfort was also infamous, the hell of common folklore. The Bolton's sigil had boasted a flayed man with their words being "Our blades are sharp”.

The Dreadfort is ill-omened, for it is said that the Boltons still keep torture chambers and a special room where they hang the flayed skins of their enemies, including several Kings of House Stark Centuries ago, the Boltons rose up against King Harlon Stark, and the Dreadfort held out for two years under siege before the Boltons surrendered.

A flayed man could hold no secrets it was known, to rescue Theon it would take Asha and her Iron born comrades to set out on foot. The Kraken did not cross by land, nor did an Iron Born think kindly of riding horses. But it needed to be done. The journey by sea was the least the Iron Born army had to worry about. It was the fact that Winterfell had been overtaken under the command of Roose Bolton, there was no clear passage through to the East of Winterfell, there was no passage straight through by sea.

The party of 20 had left by last light; the journey by sea would take them 10 days, followed by a 4- day march to the Dreadfort

The Kingsroad had proposed problems of it's own, if it wasn't bandits preying on travel bound merchants there was the risk of being caught by a horde of Kings Guards. While the Iron Born would no doubt hold their own in a bloody confrontation, Asha had only 20 men to spare. This was a rescue mission, getting caught by any unexpected foe could not be an option.

Asha had studied the horn that the captured pirate had stolen, from it was not known where it came.  The horn differed greatly from the horn her Uncle Euron had taken to Pyke. It was rugged, no valyrian heiroglipichs , only a deep entrenched carving bearing a Kraken. All Asha could think about was her brother Theon, how things would have been different had he not been so stubborn and listened to her. Thummmm thummmm, Asha was amused with the sound it made , at least it was not as horrid as her uncles horn. It almost was soothing to hear such a rustic sound being played with the sea breeze . The crew looked at Asha with suspicion. The last person to blow a horn died; there could be no telling as to what this horn could do. This was no fancy valyrian dragon horn though, whether this horn had any source of magic was not any concern for Asha. Asha thought about saving the horn for Theon, maybe he would... Asha started to feel drowsey, everything around her turned to darkness.

As she awoke, the storm raged on, Asha could see her ship; she was submerged under water, though what had happened could not be known. She had fainted; fallen off deck somehow; it was too late for her being saved. The crew could not get to her; she could not save Theon now.

 "Let your servant be born again from the sea, as you were…
Asha heard her fathers voice, had this been a cruel source of trickery,  Bless her with salt, bless her with stone, and bless her with steel."… Asha could not help but feel amused by what was happening; an iron born doomed to drown by sea was always deemed a noble death. This was different from cleansing through sea water, there would be no second chances for Asha, no family; she would bear no bastard children; she would not be promised to an Iron born; Asha would not save her brother. Her last thoughts would be of her brother Theon, had he listened to her that day in Winterfell, he would be home ruling Pyke and would still have his manhood.“Aye”, she replied, “ what is dead may never die.”As she drowned, the Arms of the Kraken had wrapped around her. The monster carried her through the deep waters and up she rose to meet her crew. Her father would give her his last words before leaving, ,"What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger".

Martin, R.R ,G. (1996). Game of Thrones. London, England: Harper Voyager.

Baz (rough draft)

The sun rises over the clouded and dusty mountain, bringing in another bright morning to a dark bloodshed world. None but the one God rules here – the one who posses the Number 1 Headband. To wear the headband you must be prepared for a transformation from the mere human flesh to the almighty rule. You have no fear within man-kind, not one soul could dare to cross you wrong. None - except the one who posses the Number 2. To be Number 2 you must venture your life with the consistent threat of extinguishment. The Number 2 can only be a threat to the Number 1 when it's the chosen warrior. The one who is prepared to face the God of this world. The one who is prepared to face – The Afro Samurai.

Anika was a bright Farmers daughter, living on the outskirts of the mainland. Her father died young, leaving the farmhouse behind in which she has lived and cared for her entire life. The day was drawing late when she began picking the last Tomato bach from the the tip of the farm. She heard a screeching moan come from the riverside as she leant over for the last ripe Tomato. As she tilted her head towards the voice, she heard the cries of pain draw again. She dropped the basket and plunged towards the noise. As she shimmered over the bank, there lay the Afro Samurai in agony. His long, lanky body stretched across the sand with his blood soaked sword by his side. As Anika kneeled to his side, she saw the Number 1 headband tied across the forehead of the disillusioned Samurai. She immediately knew who this warrior was. She proceeded to lift the Samurai off the sand, his arm over her shoulder and starred his weight back to the farm house for nurturing.

Two worried days past before the Afro Samurai regained conciousness. Afro woke up in a haze, a natural formed reaction overcame him as he reached for his soul-filled sword.

Anika: Relax Afro, you need to rest. Don't worry, you're safe here.

Afro: Who are you? Where am I?

Anika: I found you by the river, you were hurt. I saved you.

Afro: Thank you.

Anika: You had some pretty serious cuts, must have been one hell of an fight.

Afro: I guess you could say that...

Anika: Go back to sleep, your putting too much stress on your body, you need to relax now.

It had been one week since Anika had found the blooded Samurai and Afro had completely healed from his wounds.

Afro: I need to leave.

Anika: Where will you go?

Afro: I must be moving on.

Anika: Won't you stay one more night? I'm sorry if i'm pestering you, but I just got so lonely out here in the farm, it's all i've ever known.

Afro: Hmmm...

It seemed that even the most ruthless of men couldn't shun down an immaculate smile and glimmering eyes like the ones on Anika. In the case of Afro, the passionate attraction wouldn't allow him to venture away and so each night the Afro Samurai attempted to leave, he would be sucked back in by Anika's glowing Beauty.

Years past on the farm with the two deep lovers conceiving a baby boy. The Afro Samurai had been conflicted with his past life of a so called God like ruler and battle filled bloodshed and his new prrofound family life. He knew the two lifestyles could not coincide and decided to put the headband down, hoping no one would come seeking it.

Joseph Fan Fiction Draft

Rain blooms with the breeze.

It was the second time that Kara had been in Japan but first time in Hakone. This peaceful place located in the south-west of Kanagawa was full of romance and warmth because of the cherry blossom everywhere.

Spring in Hakone is rainy, and adorable.

Kara sat right in front of the door and stared at the cherry blossom tree in the backyard, secretly drowning in her thoughts since no one was actually around her. With raindrops on them, those baby pinkish petals looked so pure, innocent and fragile. Kara picked up a petal, quietly a smile climbs onto her face.

These petals were like newly-born toddlers, knowing nothing about this world but bringing the beauty of miracle into it, she thought. However, knowing that the blooming time of cherry blossoms normally lasts about fifteen days made her smile fade away. She touched the petal, pitied that they only have such a short time to be what they are, suddenly she felt the cruelness that cannot be explained. And because of this pity, she reckoned she likes them.

“sa ku ra, sa ku ra, ya yo i no so ka wa…” She remembered the time when she did the first initialization test with singing this song about cherry blossom, she remembered the dissembling due to her not-supposed thinking, she remembered the scare of losing every second she had. “You are not supposed to think”, the voice wandered back and forth in her head, she immediately quit this ‘stupid’ drowning, the drowning that she is willing to risk anything to do. She gently put the petal back on the ground, then started staring at the cherry blossom again, everlastingly.

As an android, she could be considered as a lucky one. Kara was sold to a zoologist named David Geller as an assistant in terms of her high-tech scanning and memorizing function. Apparently she has much less stuff to do than other common androids because all David asks for is her to store countless files of animal researches in order to create a database, which could be the simplest thing for an android but crucial for a zoologist. Kara never saw other companions around ‘Doctor Geller’ (that’s what Kara calls him) in his life. If there must be one person who can be called David’s partner, she supposes she would be that ‘person’.

"I'm back." David put his raincoat on the hanger, stepped into the room.

This voice broke the silence in this room filled with thoughts, also lit up the smile on Kara.

"How is the observation work going, Doctor Geller?" Kara let her daily conversation software speak for herself, she did want to know what's new about him though.

"Pretty well, and we found something unexpected." David sat at the table and started searching his bag for a picture while took other relevant work away to Kara. She stored them into the database inside of her once she received the paragraphs, the images, even the little careless dots in the corner.

The last thing David passed to her tugged her heartstrings.

It was a picture of a lesser panda, pregnant, bleeding.

“We found her near our observation station.” David got the documents back then explained to Kara, “Guess she could not find any help around except us...”

“What happened to them?” It’s really rare that Kara intended to interrupt, David was a bit shocked, he paused for several seconds.

“Well...” he mumbled, “We did our best to save her but found she had a difficult parturition...”.

David put his hands on Kara’s shoulder, tending to let her sit. Kara looked at him, however, she could not hear those words he said Apparently she’s not supposed to because she was created as a professional android which has fully excellent hearing just like a healthy human-being does. She did not know why she fell in her ‘secret drowning’ again. It came to her so strongly that she could not pay any more attention on David. 

Why did she die? I mean I know the fatalness of the difficult parturition, but, why did she have to die?

Doctor Geller’s mouth is moving, his hands are doing gestures that illustrate the situation, He’s drying the tears on my face with a tissue.

“Kara?” David called her name. It was like a powerful hand grabbed Kara from the infinite timeline of her thinking, reminded her not to be noticed.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Geller.” Kara replied immediately, “I guess it’s just the clash of emotion software, maybe due to my first time hearing things like these.” she was aware of the bottom line although she trusts David, that’s why her thoughts let her lie, and smile.

Obviously the smile worked. David reckoned nothing’s wrong and continued saying, “Unfortunately she’s gone, But we saved her baby.” 

He showed another picture of the baby lesser panda to Kara. He’s glowing, he’s like the cherry blossom petal, he’s one of the maze, she thought. Kara looked at the picture, struggled deeply in a question.

She fought for what she treasures with her life. What do I have with mine?