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[aid] => mick
[title] => Rennasaince Machine: Chapter One
[time] => 2004-09-29 20:45:24
[hometext] => this is a story, not poetry.
[bodytext] => The Prophet led me back thru the forest and onto the outskirts of the mountains. We made camp on the Black Foothills, near The Stairway to Hell; which is ironic because they lead upward into the smoke and smog. It looked as if the sky itself was going to keep us in those foothills. Wandering thru the hollows and ravines, forever lost in the haze. I didn't think about it to much, so as I could sleep later this nite. The Prophet interjected my thoughts with food. Ah, just the thing to get my mind off the task at hand. "So how do we get to Marthinia?" I asked between bites of food, and sips of the sweet honeysuckle mash. "We will follow the stairway into Marthinia, until we reach the Sawback River". "Sawback River?", I replied. "It is named after the many small dragons that live in and around the area, specifically the Sawback species." Hmmm, this trip already sounded promising, dragons, crossing over into a forbidden land, and the only who knows the way is a crazy old man who should probably be dead by now. This is GREATTTTTT!!! Nite folds it's arms in, and sleep trickles down from the rocks. I put Gideon into his sleeping sak and head into our leather tent for the remainder of the evening. I awoke with a start, keenly aware of someone or something. The Prophet was passed out by the fire, drunk. I couldn't really see anything, but I just felt a presence. Out of the darkness, like a great black lump, Pak breaks into the light with a bearish grin. I turn my back while she changes back and gets dressed. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Well..." she said innocently," I thought......maybe.....I could.....go with you". "Pak you know you can't come along, your father would be furious". "I have already spoken with my father, Necro, so there!!!". "And he said yes?". "Well, he said no, but here I am anyway". Oh women, what would I do without Pak. "You can stay." I said to her,"But don't get hurt, and don't fall behind." "Ok," she said with a smile"I won't." Then she proceeded to tackle me to the ground, and kissed me on the cheek. That nite I fell asleep well, and it was nice to know Pak was going to be around for the journey. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 31 [informant] => deadreckoning1983 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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