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oh, wait. I think I just figured it out on my own... Ok, I will. :/

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"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about devils. One is to disbelive in their existence. The other to belive and and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them" -C. S. Lewis The Screwtape Letters

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Ok guys I am still working on this. Just so you know. I hope to post soon.

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"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about devils. One is to disbelive in their existence. The other to belive and and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them" -C. S. Lewis The Screwtape Letters

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Here we are! Update! Sorry for the spelling and whatnot. Enjoy!

After this Funestu became much more compliant and allowed Gin to teach him the finer points of shooting. Gin was happy to be in charge but became somewhat exasperated now and again due to either poor teaching or poor learning skills. Gin came to like this new visitor and often asked questions about Funestu, who tried as best as he could to give no answers.

"Where are you from?"

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"You shouldn't care."

"Nice shot! You might be improving. Why is your skin like that? It looks like your rubbed ashes on yourself."

"Thank you." Long they went and better they were both becoming at their tasks. Earnest would check on them every once and a while to see that every time he returned Funestu became a bit better and Gin's capasity for patience was becaming larger.

"Keep your arm straight, use your cheek as an anchor, stop breathing for the release." Gin stood and demonstrated. "And one of the more advanced things is that you don't release with your fingers but rather with your back. You let the string slip from your fingers. See, you know the moment and flex your back while loosening your grip and--" Gin held his breath and the arrow flew with a twang and stuck into the upper right corner of the bulls eye. "Beautiful!" Gin smiled. Try it, Funestu." Gin loved to say his pupils name. He liked to over pronouce Fu and tu with a pucker of his lips.

After Funestu had tried it with fair results Earnest came in.

"Are you two about finished?"

"Yes papa, I'm very tired though. Can I be excused?"

"May. And yes you may go." Gin retrived his knife and grinned at Funestu as he made a mock stab at him."

"See you round, Funny." He laughed at his little joke and half skipped out of the training room.

"And what about you?" Earnest turned to Funestu. "Feeling at all tired?"

"No sir. I'm fine. Not at all tired. I'd like to learn more."

"As would I... Not at all tired you say, hm? I admit archery doesn't get you sweating very quickly but after nearly dying..." Earnest sat in his chair and fiddled with a quill and note pad and and ink bottle. "I'd like to do a bit of research in a moment if you don't mind. Do I have your permission to study you a bit?"

"Why not?"

"Well, the questions may get rather personal. And as this is for prostarity I need you to answer truthfully. If you do not feel comferatable anwering questions or doing anything I say, just tell me."

"Alright, have at me."

"Very well, you em, drink blood I've noticed. Not at all human behavior. If a normal human drank all the blood you have they would have either vomited or died. You agree you drink blood yes? You know you do?" A shiver went through Funestu's spine. Monster. He straightened.

"Yessir, I do. I drink blood. I think it's just what I do."

"Do you enjoy it? Or do you dislike it but feel a mentle need for it?"

"My body enjoys it, my mind enjoys it, but I don't."

"I see." He scrawled something down. "Does the drinking of blood alter you in any way? I noticed it was most useful in nursing you back to health." Funestu never guessed of the horror he caused Earnest when he found the usefulness for it.

"Yes, I feel stronger and... I become more of an animal. I can see much better in the dark, much better, I can run, jump better than usual."

"You can do all of this better than a normal human though anyway, yes?"

"Yessir, ever scince I was changed."

"Yes, you mentioned that. Waking with no memory but a dream. Being changed. Do you know anything about this man? At all?"

"No sir. He was strong looking and had a deep throaty voice. Black eyes, sharp black locks. He frightened me, sir."

"I see," Earnest noted something. "Now, just how high do you suppose you might jump?"

"It would depend."

"Yes, blood, adrenillin, rest, terrain, they're all variables but give me an average."

"Six feet?"

"Well that would give you an advantage over most warriors wouldn't it? Not to mention you must be about six feet and, oh, four inches?"

"About."


Gin would have gone back to his room most times and read a book or sharpened his knife but with such abnormal happinings he felt a bit giddy and decided to go out and look for things to collect.

Gin had a marvelous collection of butterflies and nutshells and leaves and rocks so he thought it a grand idea to widen at least one of these collections. Gin went to the door of the castle quickly, took a cloak and a sack and went out side into a large cavern. A large crack above let light and fresh air in. He wasn't allowed outside most days and the times he was he went with his father. However Gin thought that nothing ever happened and scince something just had it must be a long time off before something else would happen. Gin went to the roots of a tree and opened a little door then went up the rickity wooden elevator.


"Again!" Funestu stood bare chested before a scarecrow looking thing that that Earnest called Robert. Funestu had just struck the thing in the chest, he did so again. Now there was a second hole in Robert, through wich sand poured out of. "The head!" Robert's head dissapered from Funestu's fist. "Fast as you like." Funestu's fists ate through the dummy. Robert was a very mutilated and dead 'human' now. "Very good, stop. You have excellent passion and power to back it up. Put what's left of Robert on the table down there." Earnest chuckled. Next we'll test your tolerence of pain. Grab a torch, hold it under your arm, remove it when it hurts. After Fuestu's arm had been stripped of skin, there was a pang of discomfort and so he removed the torch and let his healing factor come into play, the writhing skin made his arm like new. "Incredible!" Earnest's quill flew. Funestu was certainly having fun. After Earnest was satisfied for the day he decided to teach Funestu the basic stances for sword fighting. After that Funestu was allowed a pint of stale blood. Earnest looked away as Funestu gave a small giggle and let his eyes moulder red after he had drunk.

"Here, take these books and read them at liberty." Funestu was reading over the titles: Basic Sword Theory, Logic, The Princess and the Shoe Shine, Defence, Grapples and Reverses; and Beginners Arithmatic. Then something happened.

"PAPA!" Gin's voice came from down the hall. Earnest tore to the door, dropping his writing, and ran to his son. Gin had a nasty, jagged cut on his forehead.

"What happened?! Did you fall?" Gin shook his head.

"There's someone inside the castle."

"What?! How did he get inside?"

"I found him outside and he was hurt so I told him to wait and he must have followed me, going in through the crack near the elevator. I didn't know till I was inside then I heard him and I threw my knife at him. He got angery and hit me, he was wearing a ring, that's what cut me. Then he collapsed so I ran.

"Good lad," He then turned of Funestu. "More of your kind I shouldn't wonder." A man appeared at the and of the hall grey and black haired, a small goatee and a knife in his shoulder. He pointed at Funestu.

"You!" The man shouted.

"He know's you too? Lovly. Gin go into the training room, get another knife and hide." Gin ran. Funestu recognized the man. He hadn't died. "You have attacked my eldedst and only son sir! Your name at once! And stay there or by jove you'll have it!" Earnest pulled a cross with a pointed end from his cloak, it was silver.

"My name?" He gave a horrid laugh. "Knil, was my name but now I am a dead man walking. Litteraly!" He spat blood that sizzled on the floor. "It's that man next to you that's done it to me! I should be angery but I'm not! He fell on his knees and began to cry. "What's done is done, you, elderly sir have reson to kill me but I beg you let this man of my kind be my master. I feel I belong to him. He's mastered his demons but mine run wild." And as if qued, he he lay prostrate and began to scream, clutching his face.

"What have I done?" Funestu whispered to himself.

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"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about devils. One is to disbelive in their existence. The other to belive and and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them" -C. S. Lewis The Screwtape Letters

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sheesh, no one? I'm thinking about leaving this site. People don't seem to be exactly overly supportive. I'm pretty much ignored, even when I comment on other peoples stuff.

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Just earning my stripes as an Addict... .

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"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about devils. One is to disbelive in their existence. The other to belive and and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them" -C. S. Lewis The Screwtape Letters

killned3

A large percent of the people on this site are supportive, but we don't want to read works with a whole bunch of grammar and spelling mistakes. We all respect your desire, but it'd probably be best for you to work on your writing ability before posting. There are countless websites that can help with spelling and grammar, if you're interested (take some tests to evaluate your level), but the greatest thing you could do is read. Since it says in your sig that you love books, you shouldn't have any problems with that. Pay attention to how published authors write, and learn to differentiate between what sounds right and what sounds wrong. When you've perfected further your grammar and your syntax and all that good stuff, come back and show us some writing and I'm sure you'll acquire much more support. If you don't want to wait until then, you should post your work in the Critique forum, where you'll learn more about what kinds of grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes you're making. Again, we--including myself--respect your desire to write and create something we can all enjoy, but you have to learn the mechanics of the language as well as possible before the act of creation. If engineers in our day didn't know physics and calculus, they couldn't create anything scientifically miraculous. I wish you the best of luck and hope that you achieve a high level of English proficiency--then you can fabricate works of art.

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... Ahem... Sorry. I have been very frusterated with my writing for... Well scince I've been writing... I love it very much and I'm sorry to have acted like I did above. I know I have major grammar and spelling mistakes, something I've had trouble with for a while now, and I have been reading a great deal to learn as I go but thank you for that tip... Um... Yeah... Thank you for your advice.

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"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about devils. One is to disbelive in their existence. The other to belive and and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them" -C. S. Lewis The Screwtape Letters

killned3

I have faith in you, and I'm sure the rest of the website has faith in you, as well.

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*Sigh* Thanks. I've been sick these last few days and everything has gone down hill for me. I've been in some depression. Been frusterated. But I guess I just needed someone to kick my online butt and tell me to suck it up. lol

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"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about devils. One is to disbelive in their existence. The other to belive and and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them" -C. S. Lewis The Screwtape Letters