Light Warriors - Morning Star - [3]

Climbing into the dark chamber, down the bare iron ladder, he kept going down and down until the darkness swallowed him. He looked down, wondering if this tunnel had an end. And there he saw it. The glowing light shone, at the end  of the ladder. But it seemed to have an eerie glow to it. His brain split into two parts. Half of it wanted to see what was making it glow. The other part wanted to run away and hide. Both screamed at him and made his head hurt. Instinctively, he pulled out his gun. Slowly he descended down towards the glow.

The glow wasn't a normal glow, but it was more of a frog green glow. He aimed the gun down. It seemed to take forever, but eventually he made it down. The half of his brain that wanted to run away started screaming even louder. He looked around for the source of the glow, but the brilliant light seemed to appear out of nowhere. He heard a clacking noise behind him. He turned quickly, and saw a thing of impossibility. A living skeleton, wielding a scythe and wearing a dark brown cloak. The cloak was still totally smooth, even though it should have been creased. He took out the gun and, without thinking, fired. The ray that came out of the gun just dissipated as it touched the cloak of the monster. The skeleton took a step forward and he took a step back, firing. This time, the skeleton took out his scythe and seemed to push at the air and the ray reversed, flying towards him. He dodged the ray and fired the gun again. The skeleton splayed his free hand and reversed the other ray, hitting the gun. The gun dissipated into steam and he dropped it in surprise. He gulped and took out the only method of defense he had left: The midnight black sword, Oblivion. He took it out of his belt and swung recklessly at the skeleton. The skeleton parried with the tip of his scythe with ease. The skeleton spun and brought the tip of the scythe down. He chopped at the scythe, hoping to block it. He managed to cut it in half, but that didn't stop the scythe from hitting his eye. He screamed a scream of pain and the skeleton screamed an inhuman scream of rage. Then the skeleton spoke. As he whispered, it sounded like a hundred voices were whispering at once. "I'm not done with you." Then, as quickly as he appeared, he vanished into thin air. 

Stunned by what had just happened, for about a minute he just stared. Then he realized there was something where the skeleton had vanished. A golden star, glowing not as the corridor was glowing, but with a warm, golden glow. He wondered if the star was really a star and not a bomb or a weapon in disguise. As soon as he thought that, it changed, and he was suddenly holding two swords, one golden and one midnight black. He stared at the golden sword in awe. It seemed to heal all the cuts and scrapes from the crash. But there was one scar that nothing could heal. The scar across his eye was still burning as if it were on fire. He then realized he could only see with one eye. He looked around, and nearly fainted. His other eye was lying in a mess on the ground. Ignoring the pain, he staggered through the dark, bare, metal corridor. No destination in mind, no end in sight, he ventured on and on and on and on. Still holding both swords, he held up the golden one for light. Then, he saw a wall, with a metal circle in the middle. In the middle of the circle was a slot that he could put his sword in. He stuck Oblivion inside but nothing happened.  So he stuck Morning Star inside, and surprisingly, it fit really easily. He took the sword out for more light again, but as soon as he did, the dead end opened up into a massive urban metropolis. Amazed at what he saw, he stepped inside. Humanity was supposed to be dying, but to discover a huge city here was just amazing.  He made the mistake of turning the golden sword - a sword called Morning Star, back into it's sheath mode, the mini golden star, and turning Oblivion back into a dagger. He put them into his sword scabbard, the one he had gotten from his father. 

Then the last thing he saw was a flash of grey, and everything went black.

To be continued...

Hong Kong Historical sites: Tsui Sing Lau Pagoda

The Tsui sing Lau Pagoda is the only surviving ancient pagoda in Hong Kong. It is a declared monument.

It was built by the seventh-generation ancestor, Tang Yin-tung, to avoid, prevent floods and help the Tangs win something. Built on a low foundation, the pagoda once had seven flooors, but it now only has three. it is made of mud bricks and granite. It is shaped like a hexagon, and on the ground and second floors there are writings engraved such as The pagoda of gathering stars and Light shines straight onto the dippers and the enclosures.

The Tsui Sing Lau Pagoda.

Light Warriors - Cosmic Battle - Part [2]

The frost curled around the wood, making it seem like the wood had turned blue. Ice spread across the glass panes. Vines and moss stuck to the spruce planks. A grim, dark graveyard with dark green grass stood on the plain icy land.

And yet it was possible for someone to live here.

The wind roared. No, it howled. It howled with such ferocity that some of the mighty spruce trees fell to the ground. The cloaked figure glided through the dark, stormy night. Yellow eyes peered out from under the dark brown cloak. A bang echoed through the night, followed by a dying whimper. A fox fell to the ground, unmarked and uninjured, expect for the fact that it was dead. No footprints followed this creature of darkness, and yet it moved smoothly towards the wooden shack. One of the windows had light coming out from it. The rest of the grim home was covered in a blanket of darkness. Suddenly, at the end of the lawn, there was a loud boom. A humongous block of metal rose into the sky. No, wait, was that really a chunk of metal? No, it was a cosmic cruiser, rising for one final journey through space. The hooded figure glided faster. He took out his scythe. The wind seemed to speak as the creature of darkness opened its mouth.

"No."

It took off. The engines glowed bright blue.

"NO!"

And the ship vanished into infinity, in a bright, sapphire blast.

Xtremeo

The shimmering portal illuminated the damp, dark cave. What would happen when he went through? Where was the portal leading to? A thousand questions formed in his mind. Was this a death trap? Would he survive?  "Well," he thought. "You'll never find out if you never jump in." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leapt in.

When he gained consciousness again, he was sitting on a bare metal floor. A majestic hall of - what was that? Silver? The portal behind him was still activated. A shiny, polished jewel floor and crystal chandeliers suggested that this place belonged to someone - or something - who had loads of luxurious items. He stood up. On a quartz table, he saw something that looked like a gun. He grabbed it and discovered that it was very heavy. "Good," He thought, "That must mean it's loaded." Having been raised in a world filled with monsters, where danger lurked around every corner, he had learned to keep a weapon on him at all times. This place though... On that world, he had been the last human in existence. The rest of the humans had been exterminated. He and his family had managed to live in peace for some years before one of the demons spotted him through the window and the house was attacked and they had been separated. The last he saw of his father was him going into the cave. And as for his mother.. after the attack, he had never seen her again.

He heard the sound of feet coming down the hall and he hid behind the table. He pulled out the gun. Expecting to see a horrifying beast, he put his finger on the trigger and fired. The thick, blue beam that came out of it shot with lightning speed and when he looked at what he had just shot he put his head in his hands. He had just shot an old man.

He looked at the smoking gun, now shining blue. He looked at it in a fury. He had probably just shot the last human being on earth, other than himself. He looked around frantically. He saw what looked like a spike with wings, and on those wings, different needles of different sizes were stuck there. Hearing more footsteps, having nowhere else to hide, he dived into the open hatch on the spike-plane thingy. This time, he saw the real monster. It must have been hunting this old man. The beast wasn't used to have spent so much time hunting something, and then to suddenly find its prey dead, on the floor of its own manor. Confused, it let out a weak roar.

Suddenly, he realized what this spike-plane was. He pressed a red button on the panel of buttons. The engines revved and at once he knew he had pressed the wrong button. He had meant to hit the fire button - but it looked like he had hit the start-the-ship button. He uttered a curse and took the steering stick. There were two red buttons on top of the two sticks, and he knew what they did. But just as he was about to fire at the demon that had turned his head to where he was hiding, the ship gave a mighty lurch and before he knew it, he had shot past the atmosphere of this planet and into open space.

Once he got used to the feeling of flying through space at about a million miles per hour, he started calming down. Suddenly, a radar screen on his right showed loads of red little dots. Even smaller dots came out of the larger dots and swirled around them. Every so often, a dot would glow white then red, white, and then red, until it grew huge and disappeared. He looked up through the glass and saw humongous star cruisers and starfighters shooting lasers at each other. "What the --?" He saw that some of the fighters were the same as his, and the other fighters were slightly different - they were blue and more heavily armed. Suddenly, two of the blue starfighters broke off from the battle and started flying towards him. They started firing at him, and he let his instincts take over. Fly up, Fly down, aim, fire, repeat. After about twenty seconds, both of the enemy starfighters lay in smoky debris. He started celebrating a little to early and his arm hit a faded yellow button that said:

----A-TO--LOT----

Looking closer, he noticed it actually said:

----AUTOPILOT----

"Oh, hell," he said as the fighter zoomed through space.

He got hit by lasers at least fifty times as the ship zoomed through the battle zone. Damaged and battered, it zoomed through space for at least two hours until he saw a brilliant grey moon. Then he realized he was speeding towards it. He tried to disable the autodrive for the millionth time, and was unsuccessful. He braced for impact and --

When he came to, there was a parachute covering him. He took it off and he stood up. The floor seemed like metal. He looked at this bare planet. He saw a trapdoor. He opened it up. A ladder made out of metal went deep down into the hole. He looked around at  this bare world. There was nothing except for this. If he didn't find food and water soon, he would perish on this lonely world. He dropped into the hole, and started climbing down the ladder.

TO BE CONTINUED...     

Light Warriors - Oblivion - Part [1]

I've decided to start a new series of posts on my blog, which are basically installments of a story which I made up myself. I hope you enjoy!

XtrEmeO

Rowan

His blood dripped onto the rock. The glittering crystals shone against the pale, black stone. Was this cave supposed to be a challenge? This was too easy. A spike impaled the wall behind him, and an arrow missed him by a mile. Turning a corner, he stopped. An unmistakable groaning sound was coming from down that hallway. Pulling out his sleek black pistol,  he took aim at the bend. His torch felt like it was floating away from his hand as the lights went out. For the first time, he felt scared. "Get a grip on yourself," he said with difficulty, because his teeth were chattering gently. "The curse of Oblivion is a folk tale and not to be believed!" A tremendous roar filled the chamber, and as he turned. A pair of red eyes stared right back at him. He screamed and fired his pistol. Fear flooded through him. He watched as the bullet sailed through the air for a split second before turning and sprinting with all his might towards the way he came. A sharp pain came from his right thigh. He risked a glance down and looked at his leg. An arrow was sticking out of his thigh. The arrow launcher! Why hadn't he remembered that there was a trap here?  Cursing, he continued running, but he kept stumbling through the traps, until finally, the ravenous beast caught up with him, and death claimed his soul.

Xtremeo

It just wasn't right. It just wasn't. All this mist in the middle of July. And the hurricane that had killed all those people and destroyed all those houses. And the murders of all those people. And the plane that disappeared in broad daylight, claiming the lives of hundreds of innocent people. Something was really wrong. Looking out the window, he heaved a sigh. His parents were dead. His brother was dead.  He looked at the silver knife that lay upon the kitchen table. He walked out of the lonely sitting room. He looked out at the door at the withered grass around his feet. He felt a surge of anger, and kicked the fence. The wooden planks that were once sturdy fell to the ground with a thump. He tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath. He looked at the once busy, now silent city. He walked back into the house and picked up his bag. Inside were food rations, a few full water bottles, some spare clothes, a torch, and a first-aid kit. He looked at the silver knife on the table. He thought about it for a minute, and picked up the knife and slipped it into his belt, which contained his father's black pistol, his home-made binoculars, and strange purse that his father had left him in his will, before his father vanished into the cave.

He heard a rustling sound behind him. Without thinking, he threw the knife. It whistled through the air before carving itself through the masked man's throat, before returning to his hand. He looked at the knife in his hand. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He had just killed someone. But this man was probably going to kill him anyway. But how was he awake? Turning to the masked man he looked at what he had. He had a baseball bat in his hand, and a pistol in the other. Pocketing the pistol, he glanced at the bat. It seemed like there was something strange about it. He picked it up as well, took another look at it, and threw it over the fence, into the valley. It flew like a boomerang back to him. He glared at the bat. He threw it again. This time, it looked like it had vanished. He smiled and turned only to feel the bat hit the back of his back. He wasn't smiling then.

He got up and looked down the road. The street where there would be hundreds of cars speeding through it was now silent. He walked through the street without looking, and opened the purse. Inside were more things that an ordinary purse could hold. There was a map,  a pair of  mechanical boots, made out of, what was that, titanium? He put on the boots. He looked inside again. He took out the helmet with a visor. It was just his size. But why would he need it?

He looked at the map. The cave was on there, marked with an X. He wondered why. He turned towards the cave. He pulled out the silver knife. He then realized he had a bloody nose. Instead of tending to it, he had the feeling that letting it drop down onto the rocks would be better. Suddenly, the moss covering the cave dissipated leading to a polished purple door. He could barely hide his shock. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He took the knife and stuck it into the lock. The door flew open. His mouth fell open. Crystals littered the ground and the walls. He stepped through, and stepped past sharp crystals. Suddenly, an arrow hit the wall to his left. He realized he had snagged a tripwire.

Frowning, he picked up the arrow and put it in the purse. He went from room to room. There was one room where he had to use a bow and arrow to hit a button. There was another where he had to battle a robotic garden gnome. Then, finally, he got into a long corridor. His senses went on the alert, there was a strange feel about this place. He saw two gleaming red lights. But they were moving. Then he realized that they were eyes. And they were getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. He pressed a button on the helmet instinctively, and suddenly, he could see in the dark. He looked at the massive demon. He held a black crystal blade and he had blood-red skin. He had two massive horns sticking out of his forehead just above the ears. He felt a funny feeling, like he should be feeling something else. He then realized  that he should be terrified, but he wasn't.

He realized he couldn't fight this beast. It was too strong. He opened his mother's handbag, and, hoping that there would be something of use in there; he was not disappointed. He took out the golden amulet with seven different crystals engraved into it. "I must be mad," he thought as he walked towards the beast, and held out the amulet. The beast, instead of growling and charging, took the amulet from the boy and handed him the sword. The beast then disappeared into thin air. There was a portal, glowing a pale baby blue. He looked at his new sword. There was a name engraved into the hilt.

Oblivion

Cub Scouts Camp

Hello, and the first thing I'd like to say is that I'm sorry that I haven't been doing many posts recently. The reason for this is because last Friday, after school, I went to Cub Scouts camp.

My mom picked me up after school, and after that , we drove over to my friend Clarence's house. There I got changed into my Cub Scouts uniform and then after that, we went over to school to catch the bus to go to camp. I waved goodbye, and the bus started.

When we got to the campsite, the first thing we did was to go to our dorms.We then did our beds and then we unpacked. We then were sorted into groups and then we went off to do some activities. Our first stop was archery. I admit it: I'm terrible at using a bow, so I was pleasantly surprised when one of my arrows hit the target.

Next we went to cycling. We got on our (rented) bikes, and we all got helmets that didn't fit us. I was very comfortable on a bike, but the same can not be said for some of my group members. After that we went to the roller blade station. It turns out that I was the only one who knew how to do roller blading, and so everyone was falling over, so sadly, we didn't stay there long.

After that we had lunch and then we were sorted into different groups. Then we did more activities, and then we went back to our dorms, then we had a bit of a play, had dinner, and then we had a night hike.


The night hike wasn't hard, but there was a no-torch rule and of course, there were beams of light everywhere. At the end of the hike, it was like 9:45, and then we drank hot cocoa and had some snacks. After that, (Without showering! >:D), we went to bed.

 Compared to some of the others, I slept pretty well, and I woke up early in the morning. We got up, then we had breakfast. Then, for the rest of the day, we did fun activities in our groups.

After that, we went to an an amazing dinner with hot dogs and burgers, and after that, we went to the campfire. It was massive, and then we sang songs, and each troop had a different song. Our song was something like this (I did not make up the lyrics):

I have a baby bumblebee,

Won't my mommy be surprised at me,

I have a baby bumblebee. 

Oooh! Eee! The bee stung me!

I'm squashing up my baby bumblebee,

Won't my mommy be surprised at me,

I'm squashing up my baby bumblebee. 

Oooh! Eee! I'm all sticky! 

I'm licking up my baby bumblebee,

Won't my mommy be surprised at me,

I'm licking up my baby bumblebee. 

Oooh! Eee! The bee's in me!

I'm throwing up my baby bumblebee.

Won't my mommy be surprised at me,

I'm throwing up my baby bumblebee.

Oooh! Eee! There's my bee!

I'm digging up my baby bumblebee.

Won't my mommy be surprised at me,

I'm digging up my baby bumblebee.

Oooh! Eee! The bee's all gone.

We sang this in front of all the other scout troops. After the campfire, we went to drink some hot cocoa, and then we went back to our rooms, and then to bed.

On the third day, we did our last activity and then we ate lunch. After that we had some free time around the campsite. At the souvenir store, I found this glitched arcade game that gave extra prizes, so me and my friends pooled our money and took turns playing it, and kept the prizes for our families as souvenirs.

After that, we did a few more small things, and then we got on the bus to go home. Overall, I think this is probably going to be one of my best camps this academic year. 

Overall for this camp: 100/100.

I hope to do this next year!

Pizza Poem

Today, we had Pizza lunch. The pizza was really tasty. So tasty, I found a poem about it! *Ahem...

The Pizza Lament

Now I'm a pizza-driver

I drive them as a job 

What really pizzas me off

Is the pizza eating mob. 

The first one is the tourist 

A likely place to start 

He's the other side of woop-woop 

But his tips have got no heart 

Number two is little grandma 

And just to hassle me 

She'll ask," What's on all your pizzas, 

And which one's going free." 

Now because I drive at night, 

The light's not always great 

And a black cow is the one thing 

That at speed I really hate. 

'Cause it's anchors on and pray 

That you miss the bloomin' beast. 

(The pizza and the garlic bread's 

All over the front seat.) 

So I pick up all the pieces, 

And stuff 'em in the bag 

Nobody'll notice it 

Mark it 'discount' on the tag. 

And as for misty weather, 

You should try and drive through that,

Or stepping in a puddle, 

Or stepping on a cat.

And how about the spiders, 

Or the webs across my face, 

Or all those little swear words 

That I said at someone's place. 

Yes, I love driving pizzas, 

And getting soaking wet, 

But as I hear you laugh, 

The last laugh I'll have yet.

For when I came to work 

My false teeth were in my care, 

And somebody in Pizza-land, 

Has eaten them unaware.

-Kevin Greig

Well, hope you enjoyed this little poem! Please don't take any offence if you're a pizza driver, I didn't make this poem. The purpose of this post is to say thanks to my mom who bought me pizza lunch today.

Book Recommendations (2)

Some kids don't like reading books. That's fine with me. Some kids love reading books. That's also fine with me. But whether you think that there are benefits or pitfalls in reading, these books will have you reading every second of the day. And before you know it, you'll be asking your mother, "Can you please get this book for me?" And if you do decide to buy them or borrow them from the library, BE WARNED! These books can be extremely addicting. Hope you enjoy!

1: Percy Jackson

    By Rick Riordan

Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief.

Ever been doing something that you really enjoy, that eventually that thing is the only thing in the world, and it takes your mother three, no four times to call you for dinner before you notice?

Reading this series is pretty much the same thing. Once you start reading, you can't stop. The last book just recently came out, so I thought I would do a book spotlight on it. It's about a kid called Percy Jackson who finds out he's a Half-Blood - A kid who is part human, part god. But with monsters attacking every few feet, how is he supposed to survive and save the world at the same time?

2: Harry Potter
    By J.K. Rowling

Everybody knows Harry Potter and his many adventures. My mom keeps trying to get me to read new books, because ever since she introduced this series to me, I can't stop reading it. I know that the famous Harry Potter stories are really well-known, but I just had to do a book reccomendation on this, as you can't leave out a book this popular and this amazing. I have yet to find a kid older than me who hasn't read at least one of the Harry Potter stories. It's about a kid named Harry who attends Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry.  There he learns spells and battles an enemy called Lord Voldemort. The reason: Harry Potter is a wizard!

3: Wolf Brother
     By Michelle Paver

This book is really amazing. Hooking you in, it makes you more and more interested to read. I came across this in my Battle of the Books reading list. It all begins with the death of Torak's father. He sends 12-year old Torak to go on a mission. A mission that all others before him had failed. Along the way, he teams up with a wolf cub and together their task is to find their way to the mountain of the world spirit - or die trying. Along the way, they meet vicious hunters, an aggressive tribe, and a malevolent bear.



I hope you have enjoyed this reading list, and do try to borrow some of these books from you local library or order them online. I will make another book reccomendation soon, so stay tuned to this blog!