Event 12 Archived by: Darla INGO

Event 12 Archived by: Darla INGO

A glimmer of light, so faint and thin, Danced on the walls, where they had just been. And there on a coffin, with an eerie flair, Sat a figure, half-formed, in the moist and gloomy air.

Damien subdued his head, for he knew respect was due. His master may have questions and he hoped his penance was through.

“Look up, my friend,” the form declared, and Damien looked up so, their eyes locked wide and whims ensnared and through them lifestream flowed.

Damien then obeyed, with his head hanging low, Years of service and submission his loyalty did show. No time to waste, the figure insisted having been cast to generations lost, for time’s a shame and time and a half was eventually forgot.

The figure got up with a creak and a groan, decay still hung from his decomposed bones. Closer it came, a bony hand did reach, to lift Oscar up, from his slumber so meek.

“Damien, I am Starting anew,” With energy newfound glory, the spirit was subdued.

Off they went, a curious trio to be, Alaxandar leading, with an odd sort of glee. They arrived at a ledge, where Thomas did rest, Mangled and broken, a sleep not at rest.

Alaxandar knelt, a spectacle so grand, Thomas jolted and jumped with the touch of a hand. And with evidence and fervor Thomas’s body was renewed, while Damien wrestled as witness to Alaxandar’s chosen few.

A brotherhood formed, unbreakable ties, Damien and Thomas, to the skies they would rise. Eternity beckoned, mysteries to explore, Together they’d face them, forevermore.

Event 8 Archived by: Darla INGO

Event 8 Archived by: Darla INGO

Through tangled vines and foliage dense, Three travelers trekked, with no common sense. Damien, Thomas, and Oscar so dear, into a jungle wild, their fate obscured by fear.

“Oh, What we do for money!” Damien did exclaim, A promise of easy wealth turned to soured apples and shame. Oscar growled and grumbled for he knew what he had wrought. “I don’t trust you,” he yelled back, drug along in an autocratic plot.

“Worry not my friends,” Damien did jest, “Semantics, mere semantics, let me put your fears to rest.” Yet Thomas still felt doubt, a niggling in his brain, Did Damien say “field,” or was it “airfield” with no refrain?

They marched dead ahead, the jungle’s grip was unrelenting!

Till they reached a great chasm who’s depth’s were not consenting!

“Behold!” cried Damien, with vials of liquid in his hand, “A remedy so ancient, procured from a distant land. A taste to make you buoyant, light as a feather in the mist, so drink up my loyal companions, you don’t want to miss this.

They gulped the vials, the viscosity so strange, A pact formed between them, a brief moment of change. The vials hit the hollow ground, their choices had been made, For better or worse now cometh in a game they’d chose to play.

“Come close,” whispered Damien, with a grin so eager and wide, They all peered into the chasm and inched closer to the side.

Yet as Thomas wavered and attempted to retreat, Damien’s grip held firm and Thomas was thrown into the deep.

Oscar struggled more but his protests were in vain, Damien was stronger than strong, and so easily overcame.

With a heave and a toss, all three were in flight, Into the darkness they tumbled, deeper into the night. Down, down they all fell, a trio since betrayed, a plight known to be wretched, call it from above and come what may.

In the heart of the jungle, there was a lesson that was found, Discovered in the treacherous echoes of deceit’s darkest sound. A tale of trust shattered, a contrived friendship laid bare, In a land lacking discernment, the law is reader beware…

Event 6 Archived by: Darla INGO

Event 6 Archived by: Darla INGO

Oh, let me tell you a tale, so bold, Of three friends in a plane, or so I’m told. Up in the sky, they flew so high, Damien, Thomas, and Oscar, oh my!

“Almost there!” Damien cried with glee, But what they saw made them all agree, No landing spot, just a field with shrub so tall, “Where’s the place to land?” Oscar pleaded and called.

“Did I say ‘airfield’? My mistake! There’s a field for sure, and it’s sure not fake.”

Oscar felt worried, his heart raced fast, “We can’t turn back, oh dear, We might crash!”

The plane came down like a wild ride, Oscar held on, feeling quite angry inside, The wheels hit the ground, oh what a shock, The wing hit too, and tore apart the locks!

Inside the crew held on fast, like a whirlwind spree, Parts were falling off the cast. As they crashed Damien laughed with glee, and somehow they made it through that strife, Shaken but free.

Oscar was mad, his face was red, “Why trick us, Damien?” the angry man said. But Damien just laughed, like he was in a play, “It was just a bumpy landing,” he said, and was on his way.

Thomas sat quiet, feeling mixed up, Glad they were safe, but feeling a bit stuck.

What adventures awaited, they didn’t know, but Hesitantly into the jungle they decided to go.

Hot and sticky, the air was thick, In the jungle wild, they began to pick, Their path ahead, full of mystery and life, but none was Ready to face it, nor assume the price.