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Post by lucathia on May 3, 2015 20:09:46 GMT -8
To celebrate our new public forums, we are holding a contest with the theme "New Beginnings"! New BeginningsDeadline: July 7th GMT-11 Extended to: July 9th GMT -11 What time is it for me?Winners Announced: (tentative) July 16th Submission Type: Any fanwork related to Yu Wo's series. Fanfic, fanart, cosplay, graphics, singing, plushie making, food, recipes, videos... or whatever else you can think of! The key is anything that matches the theme and can make the PR staff happy. Details and Rules:1. You must register in the forums to enter your submission. 2. All submissions must be original and be made specifically for the contest. You must create the work yourself, cannot use previous work, and cannot share or post the work to other sites until after the contest ends. 3. Only one entry per person is allowed. If more than one entry is submitted, only the latest one will be considered. 4. PR! reserves the right to use any submissions for publishing or promotion. Credit will be given as appropriate. Your work may be showcased on our site and/or Facebook page. 5. Written work must be less than 2000 words long. 6. At least two winners will be chosen, one by staff and one by readers. The winners can choose one of the following prizes. 1. Special sneak peek of an unpublished chapter, your choice of series. The series we are currently translating are Legend of Sun Knight, No Hero, Illusions-Lies-Truth, Romance RPG, Dominion's End, and Kill No More VS 1/2 Prince. 2. Request PR! staff to sing a song of your choice. Only some staff will be available. 3. Snail mail from PR!, including a cute phone strap of Ice. (only one available) {Click to see what the phone strap looks like.} To enter your submission, post it directly in this thread as a reply! Please put your entry under a spoiler tag to save space. Label the spoiler tag with a general description of what your submission is. Writing a short explanation about how your submission fits the theme will improve your odds greatly. Here's the code for the spoiler tag. [spoiler]{insert description here}[/spoiler]
Here's the code for adding images. You'll need to upload your image to an image hosting site such as Photobucket, imgur, ImageShack, picasaweb, etc. [img src="http://enteryoururlhere.com" alt="description of your image"] If you have any questions, comments, or general squealing, post them in the Peanut Gallery. This thread is submissions only! Replies without a submission here in this thread will be deleted. ETA: We have extended the deadline to the end of July 9th (when July 9th ends in all time zones).
What time is it for me?
The deadline has now passed! Thanks for all the entries! Head this way to vote!
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Post by elsa98 on May 11, 2015 10:12:05 GMT -8
Sun loves his blueberry ice he truly do but some times especially wintertimes ice is to cold to eat Sun was so sad but this brave cleric has the answer
blueberry truffles!!!
Blueberry Truffles 300g dark chocolate 150g blueberries 100g sugar, about 1dl 50g unsalted butter 200g dark chocolate purple or dark blue sprinkles Chop the chocolate and place it in a bowl. Boil the sugar and the berries in a saucepan for 5 minutes. Pass through a sieve over the chocolate Add the butter pieces and stir to a smooth mass. If it is to cold for the chocolate to melt completely put in microwave for 10 seconds then stir, repeat until completely melted Allow to set until the ganache is thick enough to roll into balls. Roll the balls and let them chill. (Half of these are rolled in cacao) Dip the cold balls in melted tempered chocolate and decorate with sprinkles. Enjoy beloved Sun
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Post by mocha on Jun 7, 2015 8:53:33 GMT -8
{New Beginnings} An old man can be found sitting in a gazebo. Suddenly a child ran to him and ask, “I heard that you are from the Kingdom of Kissinger, is that true?”
The old man replied, “Yes..”. The child and seemed to want to ask something more, but her friends called her. Hearing her friends call’s the child forget what she want to ask and bid the old man goodbye.
The old man look as the child joined her friends. Actually, he wasn’t from the Kingdom of Kissinger. He was from Moon Orchid.
That time, his village was attacked by a group of bandit. His village is small and hold no wealth. Thus the enraged bandit began attacking the villager. They were merciless, many were killed, even small child.
He and the men in his village tried to retaliate. Even if they are farmer they still know how to fight. But what can they do? They are farmer. Even if they know how to wield a weapon, they use it to hunt small animal like rabbit, at most it’s used to hunt deer. How can they compete against bandit who’s used to fighting?
He watched as more of his companion fall. “Fight! Hold your ground! Stay Alive!”. Someone shout to liven up their spirit. His hand tightened. He keep on fighting. But no matter how much spirit they have, they fought a losing battle.
More people lose their life, as his last companion fall, he know there are no hope. Soon he was brought to his knees. As he watched a sword aimed at him, the slaughter of his friends and neighbor flashed before his eyes, “Maybe it’s better to die..”, he thought bitterly.
Clang! Surprised, he look up. In front of him stood a man, ”Che, you call yourself a bandit? The way you hold your sword is wrong! I could even knock it down with my staff!”, hearing the man provocation the bandit become so enraged they didn’t notice the man had picked the fallen sword of the bandit and slashes at their feet. The man then throw fireballs at the bandit, grab his hand and began …running.
“What are you waiting for? Run!”, then man roared. Hearing the man he can only said guiltily, “I’m already at my top speed..” ’and my foot is injured’, he thought quietly “ Hmm, not bad for a farmer.. But still need more training..”, he heard the man mutter. It turned out the man roaring not because he was too slow, but to attract the man’s companion.
As they watched warriors engage in battle, the man asked him, “So, what are you going to do now?”. Hearing the man he’s reminded of his destroyed home. His killed family, and friends. Originally he though he would die, so he hasn’t give much though. Now that he survive, maybe that means God want him to stay alive? What should he do then? Become an adventurer? But he don’t know how to fight.. Suddenly the man spoke, breaking his thought, “If you don’t know where to go, why don’t you follow me?”, ask the man while smiling brilliantly.
But the fact that he’s from Moon Orchid is a secret. Well, it’s a secret that is not really important now that years has passed, and it has been decades, the case must be expired now, and he’s no longer fugitive..
Turned out the man is a mage. Even though, truthfully, that man talent lies in swordsmanship. In the fight is his village that man could finish all the bandit, but chose not to. Afterall it’s well-known that mage is weak at close combat, if that man swordsmanship is known, then many assassin would come. Such a strong person would make one jealous and would be the target of elimination.
Even though that person can do magic, the magic is unstable. While for weaker spell it’s okay because it’s easier to handle(at worst case, the fireball would only get bigger than usual), if it’s stronger magic? Hmm, what would you do to stop Meteor Shower if it get out of hand? Catch it with your hand?
After hearing the condition one must be curious, “Why didn’t that man just become a warrior instead of mage?”, that’s also the question he ask that man. That man actually answered with: “Don’t you see? In the Kingdom of Moon Orchid everyone wanted to become a warrior, even girls. Because of this mage is a high-sought job, so the salary is better.”
He decided to become a warrior to protect and accompany the man who saved his life. His progress is faster than other who train with him, people thought it was because he’s the oldest between the trainee(he start too late). What people didn’t know was, that man tutored him personally, making his progress faster. They do it secretly, afterall that man skill in swordsmanship must remain a secret.
After he passed his trainee phase, he began to take mission. Actually since mage is harder to find, usually they didn’t take mission with a recently graduated warrior. But since that person can’t show advanced magic, and stuck with basic magic, he’s allowed to take mission with that person.
All in all, his life as a warrior is great.. Or maybe he said it too fast..
One day, they take mission with three other warriors, unexpectedly, they encountered a group of bandits. They fought. When it seems they’re about to win, the bandit called for reinforcements. The number of the reinforcements is overwhelming. They wouldn’t be able to come out alive..That person ask them to run. While they run, that person start the incantation of an advanced magic. Either way they were about to die, better to gamble it for a chance to life..
They escaped the meteor shower alive, but the forest where they are didn’t. After burning the entire forest that man was put on trial. That man didn’t do something wrong, afterall that man just tried to save their lives.
But someone must be blamed.
“I must go.”, that person had decided to run away from Kissinger. Hearing that he said, “Take me with you..” Of course that person answered: ”You can’t. You’ll be thought to be my accomplice and you would become a fugitive too”. Hearing that he fall on his knees and said with voice full of resolution, ”I swear, even if I have to become the Demon King’s servant I would still follow you.”. Both of them become silent, afterall they know he would follow that person no matter what, not to mention become the fugitive of one country, even become the fugitive of the whole world he would still follow that person!
In Forgotten Sound that person didn’t become mage again. They already become fugitive of the Kingdom of the Moon Orchid, they don’t need another country pursuing them! And the one the Kingdom of Moon Orchid search is a mage, they wouldn’t think that a mage could just change job in an instant, so become other profession is better. Thus, both of them become the knight.
Now that his job no longer restrict him, that man true talent come alight. The way that man use sword is beautiful, like dancing. And somehow, that man seems to become more elegant, maybe it’s because many people look up to that man now?
The old man seemed looking at the scenery before him, but in truth his mind is far away.
When they life as knights, even though they’re on runaway, their life is good. They have food to eat, and roof above their heads. Not the mention they’re high rank knight with high salary. Good would seems to be understatement.. As the old man recalled his memory with that man, his mind drift off to their last meeting..
Another mission had gone wrong. Someone who spite that person for advancing to the high rank despite being new, had set up a trap. They were surrounded. By the time there were four enemy left, they’re already weary and breathless, their hands numb, their knees threaten to fall. Still, they keep on fighting. One of the enemies cut a long gash at that man knees. Seeing the opportunity another enemy strike that man in the chest. While coughing blood, that man beheaded both of them. When he finishes his enemies, that man is falling..
A tear run down the old man cheeks, reminiscing that man last moment..
That man’s lung has been pierced. They were deep in the forest, even if he try to run all the way, the jolting would only hurt that man more. There’re no chance left. Tears flowed down as he tried to bandage the wound. It’s useless. Never in his life he wishes to know healing magic. He regretted he didn’t choose to become a holy knight. That way he could know healing, that way he could save that man, if only..!
“Stop”, that man watched as he desperately try to bandage the wound, only ending up with blood-soaked cloth, “stop, it’s useless cough cough”. That man was coughing more blood. When that man stopped coughing, that man revealed a brilliant smile and said,
‘You’re the best company one could ask for’
With the memory of their parting the old man close his eyes
“In the next life I want to accompany you too”
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
My name is Adair. I am a holy knight from the Sun Knight Platoon. Today, I and the other member of sun knight platoon will meet our leader, the sun knight! Well, my direct superior isn’t the official Sun Knight yet, still.., he is the future Sun Knight! Truthfully, large portion of the reason I want to join the sun knight platoon is because of my admiration to the current Sun Knight. Every time I look at him I couldn’t help but to praise his elegant demeanor. It was just too bad that I was born too late, and unable to join the current Sun Knight’s Sun Knight Platoon.
“Adair, Adair! He’s here!”
A holy knight who’s from the the Sun Knight Platoon rushed from the outside. His face was filled with excitement. It’s not just him who is filled with excitement, I too, am feeling excited. I’m sure the other holy knight from Sun Knight Platoon are feeling the same. Although we feel like that we didn’t dare to act impolitely in front of the Sun Knight. Within a few seconds, twenty-five holy knight from the Sun Knight Platoon assembled into neat, uniform ranks.
The one who enter first was the current Sun Knight. He carried a casual smile as he walked in, and then immediately stepped to the side.
I held my eyes wide open, not daring to even blink. He had hair that shone like pure gold, eyes that are deep blue like the ocean, skin as white as snow, a smile as radiant as the sun itself, and a demeanor that was as elegant as a prince’s
He’s too similar to the ‘Sun Knight of Legend’. Even the current Sun Knight differed from the legends a little, but this person was exactly the same as the knight in the legend.
The future Sun Knight smile, looked at each of us, and said, “Ah, it must be the benevolence of the God of Light that brought my fellow brothers to Grisia. May our bonds of brotherhood be knit evermore tightly as we come to support each other more and more. Let us join hands and unite in bringing forth an even brighter future for the people of the God of Light.”
Hearing that, I was so excited that I couldn’t contain myself. I couldn’t help but look Sun Knight Platoon beside me, the others were just as excited as me. We couldn’t help but raise our chins up high and stick out our chests, as we proudly shouted in our hearts:
“This is the Sun Knight that we are going to serve.”
{Description(Contain spoiler for the story)} If this life doesn't end in happy ending
We can make it happy in the next one..
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Post by hazel81 on Jun 9, 2015 3:41:11 GMT -8
{Spoiler!- Giant Blueberry}New Beginnings: When the 38th Sun Knight returned to the palace after slaying the dragon, he made a few changes...Such as importing abnormally large blueberries from other countries secretly to let Ice make even more blueberry desserts for him >w<
So as you can see, I crocheted a giant stuffed blueberry. It's approximately 30cm in diameter, and around 23 cm in height. The widest part is 90cm. I'm afraid I don't have the pattern for this though, as it was crocheted without using any pattern and was made following pure gut instinct
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 9:57:32 GMT -8
This one was a mistake I really didn't meant to so sorry T.T
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 10:24:08 GMT -8
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Post by dulcia on Jul 1, 2015 23:47:11 GMT -8
{The End of the Demon King: A New Beginning} Adair ran into the throne room yelling urgently, “Your Majesty!! Knight-Captain Judgment is storming the palace along with the other knight-captains!” I said calmly, “It’s fine, Adair. This is what we agreed on. They’ve come to fight me and I don’t plan on running away.” He protested agitatedly, “But Your Majesty, there are eleven of them against one of you!” “Have you forgotten what I taught you, Adair? I never pick a fight unless I have at least a 200% chance of winning! They cannot stand up to my dark element.” Adair hesitated before nodding. “Then at least let me stay with you, your Majesty.” I thought it over before conceding, “Fine, you can stay here.” I guess Awaitsun can lead the undead army by himself.As Adair moved to stand beside me, the doors burst open and Judgment stormed in with the rest of the Twelve Holy Knights in tow. They piled into the room one by one and all of them looked battered from fighting. They all had their weapons drawn towards me. They actually want to fight me! So in the end, they followed Lesus here to avenge the minority.“Hmph! Lesus, you should have stayed back at the church instead of leading everyone here to their deaths. How long do you think those holy knights outside can last against my undead army?” Lesus raised the Divine Sun Sword and calmly declared, “Grisia, like you said we have come to fight you. You are no longer the Sun we know. We will defeat you to avenge our holy knights and stop this war.” I felt a sharp prickling in my heart before getting angry. “Ha! What do you think you can do against me? Do you seriously think you can beat me?” Lesus, did you bring them here to kill me?Lesus and the others raised their weapons. Even Elmairy raised his bow determinedly. At my side, Adair moved to stand in front of me. I shook my head slightly and used psychic magic to order him back. Stand down, Adair. You can’t beat Judgement.He hesitated but could only follow my orders and stand back. I got up from the throne and walked over to them. “You should have just left me alone.” I threw multitudes of Dark Blades at everyone behind Lesus and watched as they struggled to dodge. Hahaha!! You guys actually raised your weapons against me!Lesus angrily rushed towards me, “Grisia! You actually killed holy knights and attacked us! Have you completely lost yourself?” I continued firing off Dark Blades making everyone too busy blocking the attacks to come towards Lesus and I. “You guys are the ones who don’t remember anything! Actually starting a war with me and leading people to die! Why did I become the Demon King then?!” I flung large Dark Blades at Lesus as I gathered dark element around me. As expected of Lesus, he used the Divine Sun Sword to cut through them, not even slowing down as he rushed towards me. I flew into the air and threw the dark blades down on him. He dodged them and ran up to the throne, vaulting off of it towards me. By this time, I had gathered enough dark element to blow up the entire castle. I released it just as Lesus lunged toward me with the Divine Sun Sword. The holy element of the sword scattered most of the dark element I had gathered but there was still a small explosion as the dark element was released. We were knocked into the ground with me being pinned down by the Divine Sun Sword. I was really frailer than I was before. Being impaled by the Divine Sun Sword had exhausted all my strength and I was in too much pain to do anything. The holy element driving out the dark element in my body was unbearably hot and it felt like I was being burned alive. I could only feebly try to pull out the sword. Lesus and everyone else gathered around me. Cough! Hic! I threw up a little blood as I tried to breathe. “Ugh…” “Sun! Are you okay?” Elmairy and several others cried out worriedly as they tried to heal me. Even though I had been attacking them moments ago, they were still trying to help me. I am sorry for doubting you guys.I smiled regretfully and struggled to talk. “It’s okay. Don’t waste your holy light on me.” “What are you talking about, Sun?! You sound like you’re telling us to let you d-die…” “Mhmm… the Demon King has to die so the world can be saved, you know.” “I-is that why you did all this? Sun?!” everyone clamored anxiously. I used my farsight to look at us. Lesus, Aivis, Laica, Vival, Roland, Ecilan, Ceo, Elmairy, Chikus, Georgo, Deimos, and Adair. “Six on my left and six on my right…. How nice,” I smiled as my breathing got shallower. “Sun?! Sun!!” “Captain!” Everyone sounded like they were about to cry. It’s ok, this isn’t goodbye. “..............” ------------------- I felt warm and comfortable. Everything was white and I heard a voice. You’ve done well, my child. Fear not, there are no ends, only new beginnings.-------------------- We will... definitely meet again, my brothers….His eyes closed and didn’t open again. Lesus Judgement and the other Twelve Holy Knights couldn’t believe it. Grisia Sun was gone. At the moment his eyes closed for the last time a bright white light had appeared over his body. It grew until it covered him completely and then disappeared taking him with it. Everyone was panicked and shocked. “H-how can this be?! Why did Sun disappear?!,” asked Elmairy Leaf anxiously. “He can’t really be gone forever, right?! He said we’d meet again!” “Can’t we get the Pope to resurrect him again?” Everyone looked hopefully towards him but Lesus could feel his heart sinking. “We can’t cast Resurrection without a body…. Sun is..gone.” he sighed heavily. He tried to say a few comforting words to the others but he himself couldn’t stay composed. He felt that if he were to speak, his voice would definitely break and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from breaking down like Elmairy and the rest. That day the Twelve Holy Knights lost their leader, the Sun Knight. Crying in front of the Demon King’s throne, none of them looked like what a dignified holy knight should look like. To the public, they were heroes who had vanquished the Demon King and saved the world but the Twelve Holy Knights didn’t feel anything but grief. How could they continue without the sun to light their path? It was all over. As the people were celebrating the fall of the Demon King, a group of holy knights rode back to the Church of Light. They were the Twelve Holy Knights… now only eleven, and Adair. All the riders had their heads bowed as they rode, each of them mourning silently. Why had it ended up this way? They had set out to bring back the Sun Knight but had ended up losing him instead. Would it really have been better if they had just left him alone? Would Sun still be here if they hadn’t gone after him? Lost in their own thoughts the group didn’t notice a lone horseman riding up to them from the direction of the church. They startled as the rider stopped before them. Lesus rode forward to meet him and sternly asked, “Who are you?” “...Your brother”, the man answered, pulling back his cloak to reveal a head of blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bright smile. {Explanation/ Description} It's the end of the story of the Demon King but the beginning of new adventures for the 38th generation Holy Knights.
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Post by Krescent on Jul 2, 2015 20:00:45 GMT -8
New Beginnings: It might contain some spoilers from the end of Legend of Sun Knight Oh boy, the picture is small. I think you might have to click on it? >.> Explanation:
After all of the action in volume 8, Grisia has a chance of a new beginning with Charlotte and the rest of the 12 Holy Knights (not present in the picture). I'm not sure what Charlotte looks like so I took my best guess. Please forgive me if its wrong!
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Post by raylight on Jul 3, 2015 0:11:51 GMT -8
After working on this for so long, I'm finally done! Never going this again. XD Note: Has spoilers for LSK V7C1. Alternatively, you can try this link. I think it reads better there.
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Post by CherryChimchim on Jul 3, 2015 21:55:04 GMT -8
{The Ohmygod Collection}Ah, thank you very much for clicking on that button, it is very much appreciated. So without further ado, please let me present...the Ohmygod Collection! (*crickets chirp) Ahem, well being the weird person I am, I could not make normal fanwork like everyone else. Since I am only decent in the field of making blutack figurines, I made blutack figurines of everyone's most benevolent and beloved slime, Ohmygod. This is to celebrate the beginning of a new adventure for the first generation (I can't wait for Yu Wo to start on it!), and the beginning of the religion of the God of Light. Please enjoy. Ohmygod trying to swallow a blueberry (to take to Grisia maybe?) Ohmygod sleeping on a sunflower. Ohmygod playing an Ohmygod sized harp. All these are 100% blutack (except for the black eyes), made using scissors, a toothpick, a pencil, and a needle (as well as my hands). Each Ohmygod (just the slime) can fit comfortably on an Australian 5 cent coin (which is close to 2cm in diameter). There is a fourth figurine of Ohmygod holding a flower, but that one didn't turn out as well as the others (and there's only space for three), so it is not here. But I would be happy to put it up elsewhere (not as a part of the competition) if anyone would like to see. (click on the pictures to view it at a larger size)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 22:13:28 GMT -8
{New Beginnings} {Spoiler}Ever since Charles came into the household, Ah Ye's life had a new beginning (he would probably say it became "more interesting"). I didn't forget Melody~ *cough lying through my teeth cough* She's in Ah Ye's modifying room surveilling the news! Oh ya, that is Bramble on the sofa and Dell and May in the mirror
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Post by awaitpost on Jul 3, 2015 22:29:10 GMT -8
New Beginnings: The 12 Holy Demon Kings (*cough* more like 4 *cough* I mean 5)Countdown #5: {Now we'll never know what my real hair color is}At first, I hadn't realized I was becoming the demon king because I always dyed my hair.
Although in hindsight, it was taking me more hair dye to get it to the regular shade of blue. And I'd been having to apply it more frequently. Sometimes even twice a day.
But what I couldn't cover up was the blackening of my eyes.
Just a side effect of not getting enough sleep, I thought. Or over-abusing them through winking.
Sleep usually fixed things so that's what I did.
But one day, I woke up with pure black eyes.
No matter how wide I stretched the skin around them, the eyes in the mirror only reflected black and more black.
Creak-
A rush of air from the door-
I froze-
The holy knight who had come to drop off paperwork froze-
Don’t-scream-don’t-run-don’t-scream-don’t-please-don’t-tell-anyone-
He didn’t run away screaming.
Instead, he placed his paperwork down, taking care to put them in a neat stack.
Wordlessly, he pulled off the ring he always wore.
I watched as his skin lost the color of life and black flames engulfed the blue-green eyes I had become so familiar with.
Dark veins crisscrossed the inhuman wings protruding from his back.
He held out a hand.
Wordlessly, he offered his ring to me.
Storm: *teary eyed* Roland, I-
Blaze: *gives the door a good kick even though it’s already open* Hey Storm, did you see where- OH MY GOD, SUN COME HERE!!
Roland: …
Storm: Blaze! I- we- Calm down! It’s just us-
Blaze: WOW IT’S A PROPOSAL!
Roland: ………
Storm: Propos-? No Blaze, Roland’s only giving me his ring to cover up my… my blac-
Blaze: WAY TO GO ROLAND.
Roland: ….thank you.
Storm: …..Nevermind that the demon king and an undead monarch are loose inside the temple. Nevermind that at all. =.=’
Blaze: Pssh, what do you take us for? We already figured that out ages ago! SUN, GUESS WHAT! *kicks the door on the way out*
Countdown #4:{Ice Prison}"You won't get away with this, demon king!" Sun roared at me, but the portal was already closing on his outstretched hand.
He wasn’t going to make it and he knew it; I was already long gone, prize in hand.
But in a rare one-in-a-million chance display, Sun swung his sword true, launching it through the opening. Wind whooshed past my face and I heard the sound of a loud crack as it pierced the object behind me.
With a blink, the portal disappeared.
For a few moments, my heart thudded loudly in the silence. Demon king or not, Sun with a sword should be considered a hazard. Even Sun seemed surprised there at the end.
Willing myself to calm down, I walked up to the human-sized block of ice I'd brought with me. A block of ice that now had, not the Divine Sun Sword stuck in it, as I’d originally thought, but the Divine Ice Sword.
The Divine Ice Sword made my ice prison look like a disfigured lump rather than the beautiful ice sculpture it was supposed to be. Seriously, what was Sun even doing with Ecilan’s sword?
It didn’t matter.
A swipe from my dagger was all it took to crack the sculpture’s surface.
I smiled faintly. "Wake up Judgment." Countdown #3:{Well, I was already seeing a princess}"Are you sure you're the demon king?"
Storm scrutinized my features closely.
I held my palms face up. "Sometimes I'm not so sure myself."
But there was no denying that ever since I had become the demon king, forests across the continent had all become dark and twisted places. Trees that had stood still before had now become violent forces of nature, whipping anyone who came too close; woodcutters no longer dared to venture cutting them down.
Storm pulled me into a tight hug. "Then you must be the nicest demon king ever!"
“Not you too, Storm.”
Since woodcutters were taking up other professions, paper had become a precious commodity. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Storm with a stack of papers.
Not to mention earlier, Metal had more or less told me the exact same thing with a wide smile on his battered face.
Maybe, being the demon king wasn’t so bad after all. Countdown #2:{No contest who'll be "Most Wanted Husband" this year}Not to be arrogant, but black happens to suit me very well. When I got into this demon king business, I never thought my outside appearance would finally match what I'm like on the inside.
Which is to say, badass.
I swooped down on the unsuspecting citizens.
"Oh god! It's the demon king!" Wide fearful eyes stared up at me.
I grinned baring teeth. From the way they were running, I must look really impressive.
But that’s weird; it kinda looks like they’re pointing at something behind me.
"What the- ?"
A large shadow with wings shielded the sun overhead.
I shook my fist. “Damn you, Sun! I'm supposed to be the demon king!" Countdown #1:
{Not it!}“I’m not the demon king!”
“You’re still denying it at this stage?” Metal placed his hands on his hips.
“I mean it.” I growled. “I’m not the demon king!”
“You are the demon king.”
“I’m not!”
“Yes, you are!”
“Not!”
“Are!”
“Nuh uh,” I non-stubbornly uncrossed my arms. “You’re the damn demon king!”
Metal wrung his hands in the air. “Then what the hell was that earlier?! You could have hurt Ice!”
I winced.
Why were Metal’s words always so sharp at times like this- when I was down at my lowest?
“You’re in denial,” Metal huffed. “You’re being stubborn. And you’re going to hurt somebody unless you admit it.”
I swallowed. Shitshit. Not again.
Power rushed to my head. A dizzying amount. Overflowed. Rushing down to my fingertips. I clenched my hands, refusing to let a single drop escape.
“I-I am a holy knight!”
“Oh yeah?” Metal piped up. He pointed a finger accusingly. “Then why are your eyes and hair so black?”
I couldn’t help it.
I bashed my head against the wall. “Are you an idiot- I can’t believe- They’ve always been that way!”
“You see? You are the demon king! Always have been.”
Never before have I wanted so badly to wipe that smug smile off his dumb face.
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Post by elisa on Jul 5, 2015 18:30:26 GMT -8
{Meeting the Death Knight} Grisia tries and maintains his graceful smile at the realization that his friend Roland is the death knight. A female death knight. A new beginning, yes? In Grisia's head..."Sun...must...maintain...graceful smile...at all times..." elisa hopes this works...if not, this is a link. For those who are curious... {Background Info}elisa really wanted to see all of the knights with their genders flipped. But Roland would make the biggest impact. Hence. Roland + female body parts. Apologies if I've caused any sort of trauma. First time doing digital art in a while makes things trickier. *wishes she made Roland more feminine* Also borrowed the general pose from the manhua. Credit given where credit is due.
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Post by chestnut on Jul 6, 2015 3:46:53 GMT -8
{A New Beginning} There were ten minutes left before the concert was to begin. Although if anyone asked he would deny it with a smile being the nice guy he was, Elmairy was nervous. This would be his first time performing in front of so many people.
Perhaps for reassurance, he glanced over at the other members of his group. There were six of them in all and together they made up the rookie idol group, HOLY. They had only debuted a few months ago but with the incredible success of their first album, HOLY had quickly risen in popularity, topping various music charts for weeks. Now, they were about to perform on a national stage for the first time.
Elmairy turned to look at the leader of his group, Grisia, hoping for some encouragement before they were to step on stage. However, to no surprise, it turned out Grisia was too busy munching on a blueberry pie to care about the mentality of his teammates.
How professional! Elmairy thought. He’s not even nervous!
It was then that Georgo, another group member who was known for being honest and sincere, chose to speak.
“Y-You shouldn’t e-eat before the performance, G-Grisia,” he said, his voice concerned yet his eyes irritated. “It’ll ruin your voice!”
However, inside, I could hear Georgo shouting in his heart, Damn you bastard, acting so relaxed and eating while we’re all extremely nervous! Act like a leader for once!
“I appreciate your great concern for my condition, my dear friend Georgo,” Grisia replied, a radiant smile plastered across his face. “However, if I do not fill my empty stomach then how could I possibly perform well so as to return the great support of our fans?”
To this, Georgo could only turn around and secretly roll his eyes.
Realizing he would be getting no support from his teammates, Elmairy peeked at the dressing room mirror and checked his hair was neat one last time. It was then that Chikus burst into the room, another group member of HOLY who was known for being hot-tempered, wild and brash, with an appearance to match.
“Guys, it’s terrible!” Chikus shouted in a loud voice. “I just found out that D.o.K will be performing in tonight’s concert as well! And their turn is right after ours!”
“W-What?” Georgo stuttered. “But I thought only idols from YU Entertainment would be in the concert!”
“D.o.K belongs to WO Entertainment, a music production company that’s partnered with YUE a lot in the past,” said fellow group member, Ceo, a footloose charmer who was always on top of the latest gossip. “It’s not uncommon for a WOE artist to show up in a YUE concert.”
“But why did it have to be D.o.K?” Chikus roared.
With this news, Elmairy’s nervousness increased to the point that he began to tremble. D.o.K aka Darkness of Knight was also an idol group just like HOLY that had six members – all of them extremely handsome. They had debuted around the same time as HOLY had and their albums were in constant competition for popularity. It was undeniable they were rivals.
“It’s no surprise D.o.K will be performing tonight,” Grisia finally said in a relaxed tone. “Fans love it when we compete so having both of us perform would raise ticket sales. But what does it matter? A flimsy band like D.o.K won’t beat us.”
In the most graceful manner possible, Grisia elegantly stood from his chair and gave a brilliant smile that could charm any female’s heart.
“What’s there to be worried about? We are HOLY. We shine brighter even than the sun. There’s no way we could lose to anyone.”
Grisia’s fearless gaze swept us all.
“Let’s go. It’s time to shine.”
Elmairy was no longer nervous. As soon as he saw Grisia, he knew everything would be alright. One by one, they each followed him out of the dressing room – Ceo first, then Georgo, then Elmairy, then Chikus...
“Hang on a minute. Where’s Demos?”
“Here...” came a faint voice at the back.
As soon as they heard this, no one bothered looking for Demos anymore. Having a weak presence was just a part of his character.
With that, all six members of HOLY were accounted for.
The lights were blinding as they stepped onto the stage. Music slowly began to drown out the sounds of the crowd’s screams. Everyone took their places on the stage while Grisia walked right up to the front, microphone in hand.
“Good evening, everyone. We are the rookie idol group, HOLY and tonight, we’re going to bless your souls with our music. Please enjoy!”
Combined with his dazzling smile and beautiful voice, Grisia’s introduction made the crowd go wild. Although he might be the opposite of how he acts and a complete bastard sometimes (*ahem*) he was still undeniably HOLY’s leader. Elmairy watched as Grisia’s head tilted back and he closed his eyes. His body began to sway to the rhythm of the music and seeing this, Elmairy did the same.
The performance was a success. It all began with Ceo’s charming voice that was meant to entice the audience. Then, Georgo came in with his deep voice creating a perfect harmony with Ceo’s. When the tempo increased, Chikus’ loud yet energetic tone brought more fun into the performance and though Elmairy played a lesser role, when the sweetness of his singing was added in, all their voices mixed together flawlessly. As for Demos – well, let’s just say he’s not really meant for being in the spotlight. Still, as an idol group, everyone would dance as they performed and Demos had a dance solo in the middle that was so good it was as though he was a cloud drifting across the stage.
Finally, it came Grisia’s turn and when the chorus began, his clear voice, as pure as the heavens, pierced through everyone’s harmony like a ray of light cutting through darkness. When the song ended, the audience looked as though they were in a trance and it was a few seconds before they finally exploded with cheers and shouts.
Extremely satisfied, HOLY made their way backstage to get ready for their second song. However, they passed by D.o.K on the way who were just about to head on stage to perform. As soon as Elmairy saw them, he stared in awe. Indeed, all six members of D.o.K were handsome and to top it off, they looked, well, cool. While HOLY wore bright clothing, the members of D.o.K all wore dark, skin-tight clothes that went well with their attractive figures.
Although they were similar, D.o.K was also different from HOLY in many ways. First of all, rather than singing and dancing, D.o.K was more like a boy band and each member had their own charms. First there was Vival, who doubled as a vocalist and bass player and was known for being vain and loved looking down on others. Then there was Laica, who played the drums and had a poisonous tongue, as well as Ecilan, the keyboard player whose expressions were always as cold as ice. Aivis, a stubborn guy, was the group’s rapper and Roland who played the guitar had a serious personality. Finally, there was D.o.K’s leader, Lesus, who, as the lead vocalist, charmed people with his deep, manly voice. With black eyes, black hair and black clothes he was best known for being harsh and cruel-hearted.
Elmairy had met D.o.K quite a few times before but their presence still made him shiver. He tried to get backstage as quick as possible, avoiding their gaze; however there was no way D.o.K would let them go quietly.
“What a joke of a performance!” Laica remarked with his barbed tongue. “Are you sure you’re all guys? You acted like sissies with your girly voices and lame dancing.”
Unlike what Elmairy would have thought, Grisia did not get mad. He only returned Laica’s critisicisms with his dashing smile and continued walking. Seeing this weak response made Laice even more determined to add to the insults.
“Plus what’s up with your names? Take Chikus for example. It sounds more like Freakus!”
“Better than Slime...” Grisia muttered.
“Enough, Laica,” Lesus’ stern voice suddenly rang out. “It’s time for us to perform.”
“Yes, captain!” Laica quickly stood straight, his eyes filled with respect.
Thus, the two rivalling bands parted. As soon as HOLY returned to their dressing room, however, Ceo could not help but exclaim.
“Wow, that Laica guy is amazing! How did he know Chikus’ special nickname appointed by Grisia? Could it have been a lucky guess?”
Everyone else could not help but nod in agreement. They had been too amazed to care about his insults.
“It was a good performance guys,” Grisia addressed them all. “Get changed and prepare for the next performance.”
“Huh? W-What about you?” Georgo asked as Grisia headed for the door.
“Just a bit of...espionage,” Grisia replied, smiling. “How could HOLY possibly stand it that D.o.K is looking down on us?”
I knew it! There’s no way Grisia would take such insults quietly! Everyone thought in their heads.
After leaving the dressing room, Grisia quickly headed down the corridor and found D.o.K’s room. Pretending he wasn’t suspicious at all, Grisia walked right in as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I have to quickly find a way to sabotage them,” Grisia thought as he scanned the room. But the first thing he saw was a plate full of all sorts of sweets on the table. They were still warm and on top of that, there were even some that were blueberry flavoured! Grisia could not resist trying one.
Delicious! How come D.o.K gets such yummy treats while HOLY doesn’t?
Grisia was too busy munching on a blueberry tart to hear footsteps approaching...
“Ah...”
Soon enough, Grisia found himself staring straight at Ecilan from D.o.K.
Crap, is their performance finished already?
Quickly making up an excuse, Grisia said, “Sorry, I was too enticed by the aroma of these sweets and could not help but try one...”
Contrary to what he expected, Ecilan revealed an excited expression.
“Really? How were they? I made them myself!”
“What?” Grisia gasped. “No way! Why are you an idol? You should be a pastry chef!”
At this, Ecilan’s expression became sombre.
“Originally, that was my dream, but one day I was delivering bread to WO Entertainment and an audition was happening at that time. For some reason, I ended up getting chosen as the audition winner and now I’m part of a boy band.” Ecilan gave a long sigh. “It’s complicated.”
“What a waste of talent!” Grisia exclaimed. “But Wastela - err, Ecilan, it seems that you’re actually not as cold as you look...”
Ecilan sighed again. “Our producer forced D.o.K members to take on expected personalities. For example, I cannot smile and must always be expressionless. That way, we’ll attract more female fans...”
“I know exactly what you mean!” Grisia said empathetically. “I can’t swear at all and must always be kind and benevolent! It’s so tiring!”
Ecilan stared disbelievingly at Grisia. “So...you guys too?”
Suddenly, the two of them could feel an unexpected bond form between them.
“This is ridiculous,” Grisia finally said. “Expected personalities my ass! I’m going to change all this.”
“W-What do you mean?” Ecilan asked nervously.
“I mean that this entire facade is a joke!” Grisia pouted. “Hey, Ecilan, we’re friends, aren’t we?”
“What? But we can’t...we’re supposed to be rivals...”
“Says who? Tell you what – we’ll pretend then! From now on, we’re ‘best friends whom we hate the most!’”
Ecilan opened his mouth to protest however one look at Grisia told him it was pointless to refute.
“Okay...”
“Good!” Grisia bade goodbye to his new friend and left, otherwise he would not have enough time to prepare for his next performance.
Isn’t this interesting! To think I would meet such a person in D.o.K
As he changed, Grisia grinned to himself.
It was a new beginning.
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Post by blueberrypoptart on Jul 6, 2015 4:13:32 GMT -8
This is my submission, and it deals with a lot of dark, bleak themes ranging from attempted suicide, running away, alcohol, drugs, cutting, having a mask on in front of society, uh, this is full of dark, gritty stuff. This is meant to represent every victim of society, and though I'm not a personal victim, I have supported, okay and it breaks my heart to see my precious people like that. This is meant to take place in Eclipse Hunter, a series by Yu Wo, and you can guess when it happens due to the context or PM me about it. Her voice is sad, but soulful and enchanting. He can’t see her, only see her silhouette. Her body is shaking, her voice strong even as she sits on the edge of the building. She stands, and he can see her cheeks are red and wet with tears, and he recognizes her as one of his classmates. Delcina Von Diergeritz, and Dar wonders why she’s here, and why she’s crying.
“Why are you crying?” She starts, but sees the nerdy boy without his glasses, his uniform that screams victim material and laughs, a broken, sad sound, so unlike her strong, enchanting voice moments earlier. She tilts her head, wiping her cheeks.
“Because I’m broken.” she states it, and settles back down on her perch on the edge, waving him over. He obliges, Dar more out of compassion and worry. He remembers she hasn’t been around for a few days, and notes her unhealthy look away.
“You don’t look broken though.” At this she giggles, wiping the running mascara off.
“No, I don’t, I suppose. I look like a stuck-up bitch to you don’t I? I’m one of the girls who laughed at your ridiculous 21st century nerd look, and ignored you. I’m one of the idiots who’s a firetrucking coward enough not to reach out and try to help you. I’m one of the broken people who hold up a mask because I’m too much of a coward not to suicide because I hate not living. Then again, I’m not really living because I don’t even know what I like to do anymore because... I have to fit in and I hate being bullied because I’ve been there and I do it because firetruck, I’m a coward.” She crumples, shaking and more tears fall from her eyes. She looks so sad, tears spilling faster and faster than she can catch them.
Dar doesn’t know how to respond, this is so out of his zone, but sad people get happier with hugs right? Gege loves hugging Dar so it should make her happier? He gives her a hug and she keeps on crying, but she’s hugging him back and her tears are coming to her at a rate much slower than before.
“You aren’t. Not a coward. Nobody wants to die, and does it matter if you fit in? Ezart’s my friend and the others are as well. Ezart doesn’t care if he fits in and he’s happy.” He doesn’t say anymore and she’s crying still but she looks up at him, and he sees a watery smile.
He says more, and her replies are soft, muffled by his shirt. They end up on the ground, and she says things. How she was bullied, ignored, unwanted, of nights waking up screaming, lost in her grief, how she was in a mental hospital because of it, how she was in the foster system because of it. There’s more, how she nearly killed herself with knives she kept in her bedroom, attempts because she was a coward, and so much more, uttered in the dead of the night that he never says, not to anyone because this girl, broken and shattered, holds a fractured mirror of himself. She knows so much about experiences, yet knowing nothing about his own experiences at the hands of the doctors. She knows hating the needles that hurt, that nearly drove her insane, her frantic pleas for seeing her precious someone, mirrors his own. He hated the needles that injected so much pain, almost dying before seeing Gege hurt more than the pain and he emphasizes with her.
She’s hiccuping and he can tell there’s snot on his shirt, though she clings to him pitifully, and he lets her because he never got hugs. Even when he cried, because he was alone before Papa Avery smiled and promised that he’d see Gege again, he never got hugs and hugs from Gege were precious.
“Thanks Daren.” she smiles brilliantly at him, and briefly, he can see Gege’s smile superimposed over her teary features. “For listening, for not taking photos, for giving me a hug, for not flipping the firetruck out when I ranted. Can you please not tell anyone?”
“I won’t tell anyone.” She lets out a hiccupy laugh, and she picks up her bag, and he notes faint, silvery scars on her arms, and her leg is covered in band-aids. One’s bleeding.
“What are those?” Her breath hitches, and he can see embarrassment, fear and he sees a false smile on her face forming even though she’s already told him, she’s afraid of rejection. “Tell me the truth.”
“I cut myself.” There’s no emotion in her voice, an eerie emptiness in her eyes, like the same of the surgeons who hurt Dar. No, her eyes are scared, embarrassment evident through her body language.
“Don’t do it anymore.” Dar says, looking at her, and she turns her face away from him, grabbing her bag.
“I can’t promise that. I’ve promised too many people and I’ve failed them all when I promised them that.” Her voice shakes. “I’ll treat you to a meal and you won’t tell anyone okay? This never happened but,” she’s thinking, nibbling on her bottom lip. “but I’ll be your friend from now on okay? Never talk about this to anyone.”
“Okay.” Dar’s overjoyed, and Dark Sun feels a sliver of satisfaction at completely his Master’s orders precisely.
“What sort of food do you like?” Delcina is attaching a band-aid, spraying a medical aid to her band-aids.
“I don’t mind.” She taps her chin, her makeup wiped off quickly, and she looks slightly younger, as if the makeup made her older, in a less pleasant manner.
“There’s a great Thai place down the street. You okay with Thai food?” He nods, as she tugs him along to the elevator. There’s nobody there, and the elevator glides downwards, he notes her composure coming back to her. Her makeup is swiftly painted on again, and her hair done up.
“Follow me, don’t get lost otherwise I won’t be able to repay you and then I’ll feel bad.” Delcina says, pulling him along by the hand. She lets go and smiles at the waiter as he comes to order their food.
“I’ll have the A meal please and a coke. What do you want Dar?” It’s a small restaurant, tucked away in the corner and bright and warm. He rattles off his order and drinks, and he notes how large her eyes are by the end of it.
“Damn. This is rude but how much do you have on you because I won’t be able to pay for that much.” Her voice is amazed, not like the broken shell, or sad when she sang before.
“I’m not sure how much is on this but Gege said it’d be enough.” Her eyes, if they were like tea saucers before, are now large and huge against her small face.
“I may as well make you pay for your own food then!” he opens his mouth to agree but she waves her hand. “Nope, you pay now I’ll pay it back as an IOU. I’ll feel bad if I don’t.”
When their food arrives, her A meal is small against his growing pile dishes. She holds up her coke, and he does to, confused until she clinks it against his.
“To a new beginning as friends. That’s if you’re okay?” Dar beams, and she laughs gaily.
“To friends Delcina.” Her smile is bright and cheerful, more real, and he realizes there are more subtle nuances to a human expression than he realized.
Her voice is happy, as soulful and enchanting as the day he talked to her on the building. He sees her singing, and he’s in the VIP section, with Ezart who looks at the dancing figure onstage with an odd look. Her body doesn’t shake in that fragile way, and her voice is stronger, more soulful and sweet and the only things on her face are makeup and a joy that lights up her face more than makeup ever could. The entire world recognizes her as the shining jewel akin to Artemis, her stage name, and she’s performing onstage, with Lance and she’s no longer crying, no more scars, and nights sobbing in bathrooms.
It’s definitely a new beginning.
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