Xarius A’Duravar: This is my story

Hmm. Where to start, where to start? I guess I will be cliché.

Screen Shot 2018-10-07 at 2.41.45 PMScreen Shot 2018-10-07 at 2.42.10 PMLet us start from the beginning.

I was born into a pitifully poor family nestled deep underground. I, if you will bear with me for a moment, was actually content with this life. Can you believe it? Regardless, my relatives came to the conclusion it would be beneficiary for me and my siblings to reside above ground. And that is where, for lack of a better term, everything took a turn for the worse.

Near our small farm in the Enchanted Forest, there was a small hill that my brother jokingly named Crystal Hill after the pond and river nearby of the same name. The name was coincidentally apt, as there was a vast cavern leading to the heart of the incline that was absolutely filled to the brim with glowing crystal. Naively, I decided to venture into the cave to harvest the crystals and show them to the rest of Diddorol.

Little did I know, there was more than crystals in Crystal Hill- there was an entity beyond mortal imagination. She was a demon that some aspiring hero captured and deposited in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately, it seemed that this hill was closer to civilization than they expected, and I stumbled upon the demon very easily.

If I am to be frank with you, the she-demon tricked me into brokering a deal with her. If I found a way to release her from the cave that had become her prison, she would grant me unlimited power beyond anything I could ever dream of. Foolishly, I accepted without question, and immediately I was bound to her will. Even to this day, that is how I remain- trapped in a pact I did not want in the first place.

The day after, I left home. I swore that I would defeat the demon once and for all. I still don’t know her name, but no matter what, I will find it. My search has taken me all over Diddorol, and to realms far beyond. One day, I will find her weakness, and I will strike her down for good.

How do I know? That’s easy.

I am Xarius.


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“Eyes” by Alorah


Photoshopped image by Anica Raine

Seven eyes. Staring endlessly into my heart, tearing me apart like razors cutting through a block of butter. They grab my chest and reveal the secrets hidden deep within me. It destroys me. It slowly kills me. I crumble into the warm sand beneath my worn-out feet. Look away! Just turn your head around and walk away from this monstrosity! But I can’t. These eyes are so horrible, so terrifying, yet so mesmerizing. I wander from each eye and soon come across the one, gleaming, dark-blue eye filled with fear. My heart clenches up and I can’t breath. I quickly pull my eyes away from it as tears stream down my face. They swiftly blink on the smooth, grey, heart-shaped rock they are forever embedded into, because of me. Because of the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

It all started at an old, dark, eerie, and mysterious shack in the middle of the Barrington Town Forest. 7 friends and I dared each other to camp out half a mile from the main trail that runs through the forest. We were all somewhat afraid of the dark, so it would be a hard dare, which is the most fun ones. One of my closest friends, Alisa, agreed and laughed when people said they were afraid of the dark. But in her gleaming, dark-blue eyes, I saw fear that I’ve never seen in her before. I pushed that away and focused on packing, but it always lingered in the back of my mind. We were soon ready and headed out to go on our daring adventure, but it was more like a nightmare to me.

It was just starting to get dark outside when we arrived, so we quickly walked down the winding paths to find a flat area to put our tents up. As we strode through the thick wood, I saw someone. Not one of my friends. It was a young woman, clothed in a tattered and blood-stained, white dress. She had thick, matted, black hair that fell down to the small of her back. Her skin was so bright. It was translucent! There was only one eye on the woman’s face and her throat was sliced, but I didn’t understand until later. Her face was filled with sorrow and she beckoned me to follow her. I stopped dead in my tracks. My friends were looking at me with worried looks and were asking me questions, but I could only hear the hushed, ghastly whispering of a girl. She slowly lifted her scratched arm and pointed into the woods. I followed her finger and it lead to a small, wooden shack in a clearing. She started towards the house and as she took every graceful step, a ghastly mist followed her.

I realized my friends were shaking me and screaming at me, but I jerked free of their grip and stumbled towards the shack with the waiting woman.

I remembered an old tale my dad used to tell me to scare me when we went camping; A young woman was once walking through the Barrington Town Forest when she lost sight of her parents. She kept walking down the trails, searching and searching until she came upon a little shack in the woods. She knocked on the door and 2 scary men dragged her inside and torchered her. They cut out one of her eyes and put it in a box with  a little heart-shaped stone in it (these men were mentally insane). They slit her throat with a pocket knife and left her in the house where she was never found. To this day, she haunts the Barrington Town Forest and tortures people like the men did to her as a way of revenge.

I should turn around. Walk away with my friends, but I couldn’t. Something was calling to me. Something from in that house. So I kept walking and stumbling, away from my friends, away from safety.

I was at the front door almost immediately and only a foot away from the woman. The big wooden door opened, revealing a cobweb-filled room, which I presumed to be the dining room, due to the huge table set with wooden utensils and chipped plates. To the right of the dining room, I saw 2 beautiful sofas with the smell of camphor. A fireplace was in front of the sofas, full of dark-grey ash that occasionally flew out and floated into the rest of the shack. There was a little kitchen to the right of the sofas with rotting wooden cabinets. The woman made her way to the corner of the house and pulled up the corner of a musty carpet, uncovering a trap door with broken metal latch that’s been over used. It opened with a creeeeek. I wanted to leave, but the woman (who I now presume to be a ghost) pulls me towards it with her forgotten stare.

As I stepped down into the old cellar, my friends appeared at the front door. They screamed and ran towards me, but the ghost grabbed ahold of them and gestured down the stairs, which meant to go on. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to go into the cellar. But I had to. I don’t know why, but I just had to.

I slowly stepped down, down, down, towards a small, flickering light. It was a deep orange color that wrapped around every inch of me and it almost felt… warm. I steadily inched closer to it and I realized it was a torch in the middle of a circular room, stuck to a rusty, metal pole. Beneath it sat a box with a beautiful floral pattern on a pitch-black background. It was covered with an inch of dust. I was only a few feet in front of the box when the ghost strode up beside me. She wasn’t holding my friends anymore. I quickly took my endless gaze off of the box and frantically searched for them until I saw them. They were tied up to a pole beside the one with the torch. I tried to run over to them, to untie them, but the ghost stepped between us and pointed to the box.

“No! Let my friends go! Leave us alone!” I tried to yell at the ghost, though only the word “no” came out. The beautiful, young woman turned into a horrifying monster! Her fingernails grew out into long, yellow claws and her teeth stretched out into razor-sharp points. That one, big, round eye turned blood-shot red and her pupil thinned out like a cat eye. She towered over me and reached for me. Run. Now. I dived to my right, dodging her hands by an inch. The cobble ground dug into my bare knees and made small cuts all over the front of them. She screeched and darted after me. I fumbled with the rope tied around my friends, but it was tied in a knot I have never seen. It must’ve been ancient, but there was no time for me to study which way one piece of the rope wraps around and pulls the other. I remembered my dad putting my pocket knife in my pocket. Thank you so much. I began to saw away at the thick, spiraling rope. Just as it began to give way, the enraged ghost wrapped its long, bony fingers around my waist and lifted me off the ground and I dropped my knife. I squirmed and shrieked, but her death grip around my wouldn’t budge. As I kicked and punched empty space, I knocked that torch onto the ground. The small flames crawled around, catching on stray strands of straw, slowly forming a huge wall of inferno heat. The ghost let go of me and I landed hard on my back. The ghost screeched as the fire crawled up her dress and hair. Ignoring my intense back pain, I sprinted over to my friends and hacked away at the last little strand of rope. My friends broke free and we headed for the cellar stairs, but I remembered about the box. I went back and grabbed the box and ran back to my friends. But not before the ghost saw me. She swiped aimlessly at me and I dodged each one, except for the one that ruined my life. Her claws caught on the holes in my shorts and she tugged so hard that I fell flat on my face, banging my head pretty hard. The box flew out of my hands, dropping so hard that the lock broke open. It burst open, exploding with a blinding gold light and flashing colors. I covered my eyes with my arm, but not fast enough to not see my friends get sucked into the little box.

“No!” I screamed, but it was too late. The light disappeared. So did my friends. I pushed myself off the ground and ran to the box as fast as possible. This is where I found the stone. The heart-shaped stone with the eyes of my 7 friends.


“My Kingdom” by Korra

There is a place not so far from here.  It’s a place where everyone can go somewhere that everything is possible. It’s a kingdom–a kingdom of hope, love, and everlasting joy. This place is called the Kingdom of Lunatopia.

        This Kingdom you can only visit in your sleep, even though you may want to visit every single second of the day. When you first come through the gates of the palace you will see a big looming tower of clouds and around those clouds are vines wrapping and twisting up the tower of clouds like a snake slowly making its way up a tree branch. And in this tower of clouds is where every single dream or happy memory you’ve ever had is stored, so you can revisit them whenever you want.

Next to the tower of clouds is where the real magic begins. Sitting atop the tower of clouds is the castle, with cascading tendrils of sleepy fog falling down its walls and brilliant blue stone bricks built up to make the outer layer of the castle.

        Inside the castle, things are busy and bustling with people. Every inch of the place smells of lavender and makes your whole mind go numb and happy. The throne room sits upon a flights of stairs that run up the inner walls of the magnificent structure and come together to form a balcony. In the throne room, it as if heaven has kissed the walls and furniture, for everything has a light silvery glow and  stars are sprinkled across the ceiling making an eerie but breathtaking sight.

And there she is: the Queen of the Kingdom, Katara. Her deep black hair resembles the darkness of the night, but her eyes sparkle with a silver light, making them as mysterious and beautiful as the moon. She is the one who decides what your new dreams will be like. A swish of her hand could make you float away to a pirate ship , or land the new job of becoming the president.

There is so much in this kindgom that is left untold and left unexplored. And even though you go there every night, you will always find something new and more interesting. The Kingdom of Lunatopia is where your dreams begin and where they end. This is where you can go to have your hopes fulfilled and your deepest fears taken away. This is where your dreams come true.

“Behind What Happened with Pru” – Kingdom News by Narman

When Prudence Freeden went insane, it was Queen Arithmateeka that originally came to Pru’s aid. She comforted her and helped her with her schemes. Queen Arithmateeka even helped Pru obtain the cloning machine and make all of the copies of herself. She also knows what all of  Pru’s clones will be doing and when and where. She also knows how many clones were actually made.  If we were to apprehend the Queen, it could be very beneficial.

The reason Pru was found in Queen Arithmeteeka’s Queendom  was because Pru and Queen Arithmeteeka were planning what they were going to do next. Now if Queen Arithmeteeka and Pru were planning things and if the Queen was also watching the bumblebee then that means that the Queen has also made some clones. The number of clones made for the Queen is unknown but because there haven’t been sightings of her around, it is estimated that not too many clones were made. The clones could be doing anything so they are being searched for as we speak. They could be helping the Pru clones so be extremely cautious.

Now if you recall all the way back to the election where Pru lost to Phylos Jr. Well, that played an important role in why Pru is like the way she is. The Pru clones could have been made a while before she went crazy. That is how all of the roadblocks got put up all around the Kingdom. As Pru went crazy the clones followed her actions.

Queen Arithmeteeka could have been one of Pru’s biggest supporters and when she lost, the Queen would have been devastated and wanted to help Pru create havoc on the rest of the Kingdom.

Now that Pru has been captured, Queen Arithmeteeka could be working with her clones and Pru’s clones on a big attack on all of the guilds. So if you see any suspicious activity, please report it immediately.

“What’s Better than a Nightmare” by KEH

I heard soft voices coming to my ears, as if I had just woken up from a quiet nap. I got up and rubbed my eyes. This wasn’t my body, but that didn’t stop me from walking towards a small door from this couch I was laying on. The voices were becoming harder and louder. Sounded like cheering. They were cheering a name…my name. Was it my name? It didn’t sound familiar, I said in my head.

I went through the door and saw a bright light. A stage. Fans! I had fans?

What’s happening? I thought. I didn’t care; I walked up to the microphone and saw so many of the fans running around the arena. Woah. This was really happening.

A hard beat started up, the sound of the music sounded so familiar, so I started to rap this song. It made me feel like the start of the show. Everyone cheered me on and kept saying a name…my name. I was so into this!

Then, I hear a shot. I feel a sharp pain in my lower chest. I put my hand on my chest.

Silence. People watching me in horror, putting their hands over their mouths in shock.

I look at my fingers and see little drops of sharp red blood that had run down my index and middle fingers. I see the blood and start to cry, but I cry from the sadness, not the physical pain in my body.

I fall.

I feel like I’ve been asleep for years. I wake up in a beautiful field with flowers blowing in my face from the strong Spring winds. I then realize, these moments and actions are all but within a very complex dream. I get up from the grass. I start running through the tall wide-spread grass with tears rushing down my face. Maybe the pain from the shot that hit me was the cause of these tears….

I thought about it for a long time standing, and waiting. Waiting for something to happen and for me to notice things that make sense, but nothing made sense. Nothing!

I start walking and suddenly trip over a root in the ground and fall into a puddle. Though this seems to be just a puddle, it is not. I am opening my eyes as I see that I am drowning in the big blue; the Ocean.

How did I get here?  This must have been the longest dream I’ve ever had and the most things I’ve experienced in a few long moments. There were lots of fish in the Ocean.  What a surprise. They just stared at me. The most beautiful marine creatures I’ve ever seen. It looked as if they had scales that shimmered in the light glowing from the sun into the water.

I thought this was the end, that I would drown in the water and be done with all of this. I was scared, but at the same time excited and full of energy. I felt like I could do anything.

So I started to swim. The fish were trying to peck me and bite me. I let them.  It didn’t hurt me or anything, so I let them do what they wanted to do. They weren’t hurting me bad, just pinching me lightly. I thought to myself that I wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. I also thought I was dead.

I was wrong. Wrong about everything. I woke up on my floor, face down with water on my feet. I saw that a glass of water from my side-table was dropped and poured all over my floor, but only touching my feet. I had no memory of anything. I wanted to get up and run away from the floor, but I had no strength.

I was just laying there, drifting back into another dark, complex nightmare.

“Rangers” by Cork

I ran through the woods in a hurry, not noticing the mud that was swallowing up my shoes, hoping that these beasts weren’t behind me. Sweat ran down my neck and my legs felt heavier and heavier every step. The only weapon I had was my bow with 3 quivers full of arrows. I knew at that point I would have to lose at least 10 of these beasts to survive due to my lack of ammunition.

There’s a long story behind how I got there, but here’s the short version. I run the Rangers Corps in Red Mont Fief and after winning our previous war, we made some enemies. These enemies had heard of a being that used dark magic constructed of dark elixir to hide in the shadows of day and to mimic game calls at night. These “beings” were actually highly trained Rangers, no magic involved. Their king wanted us eliminated and our heads mounted for sick satisfaction. Therefore he sent out 15 beats call Kalkara after me and any other mysterious being in the forest. They usually are sent out in parties to assassinate top leaders and generals of fiefs, consisting of about 5 to 7 of these beasts. I knew when I saw 15 that this was no normal hunt, they wanted me dead. This act most likely would have served as a purpose to get rid of the top defense in the fief, so it would be easier to conquer, I would not let that happen though. These animals are heartless and mostly brainless, accept for their memory and the astonishing ability to follow orders no matter what, whether they end up dead or alive, they will hunt and fight to the death. That’s where the story starts.

Continuing to run as fast as my legs could handle, I tried to elude the monsters, but only lost three due to a deer that they confused with me. I sadly had only made one trap over 15 years of being a Ranger and it was still in preparation. We Rangers never really adopted traps because they took too long and usually ineffective to an army. I called the one trap I had “the pit” because it was exactly that. Consisting of a giant pit camouflaged a greenish brown color with a rope in the middle to lure any prey to it, then to safely grab and swing over to the other side. I decided that it was my last option to survive and with my last rush of energy made my ways towards it.

Nearing the pit I wondered if the old rope was strong enough, but that thought disappeared as I remembered that I wouldn’t get to the pit if I didn’t keep running with full concentration, dodging all obstacles. I quickly gained yardage, enclosing on the trap covered up by a thin net and vegetation that was plentiful in supplies and local found. In the final yards until the trap I prayed to God, yelling these few simple words, “God give me strength!” and with that I leaped across the pit, grabbing hold of the rope. Just as I did that I could feel teeth and claws grab on to the bottom of my cloak, but the beast had no leverage and one by one they tried to get me and plummeted to their deaths.

The Kalkara parties had been killed and I finally got to take a sigh of relief as I swung over to the seemingly foreign ground that had been turned up by claws. I looked to the sky, smiling, and like that, the kingdom was safe and in God’s hands once more.

“The Maze of the Monster” by Chuck

Chuck lay there motionless on the ground. He heard a large moan close by and a faint buzzing sound. He stirred, but only a little bit. Then, with a sudden jolt of energy, and his head pounding, he sat straight up screaming.

He slowly came to his senses. His head felt like someone had hit it with a two by four. He could barely remember anything. He slowly tried to remember. He remembered his name was Chuck of Derik. He was born May 17, 1997. He lives in Notgnirrab, Erihspmah Wen. He tried to stand but his head hurt too much. He sits in the same spot for a while.

Then he heard another groan. This time it was louder. He was very scared now. He tried to crawl into a corner, but he couldn’t find it. There were dimly lit lanterns in the hall but he can’t see very well. He looked up, realizing that there was no ceiling and he could see the stars.

Chuck saw a bench nearby. He tilted it on its end and climbed up the bench. The wall was so high that even stretching up he could barely reach the top. Using all of his strength, he pulled himself. When he finally got up to the top, all that he saw was thousands of corridors and sealed doorways.

Still hanging on the wall, he heard another groan. Looking in the direction of the sounds, he couldn’t believe his eyes: Before him was the Nasty Extra Crabby Agitated Porcupine (NECAP).

He quickly thought back to earlier in the day. He remembered hearing Friendly Little Intense Porcupine (FLIP) tell him that NECAP likes to box. The NECAP was three corridors away, staring at him and growling. He also still heard that annoying but very faint buzz. “What is that sound? It is driving me nuts,” thought Chuck.

He noticed a platform and pulled himself up. He looked around, looking for anything that may help him defeat the NECAP. He jumped off the platform into a new corridor.

When he landed, he landed on something soft that made him roll and fall. He looked at what he landed on. He thought they looked like boxing gloves. They were gold in color. Chuck thought, “These must be the gloves of a champion.”

He tried to get his left hand into the glove, but something was blocking his ring finger. He took his hand out and shook the glove. Out fell a finger bone. Looking around the corridor, he then noticed all of the skeletons laying there. He thought to himself, “So many people have tried to defeat the NECAP, but all have failed. I need to come up with a plan to defeat the NECAP.”

Chuck started running down the corridor. He heard a funny sound coming from his right boot. He sat, took off his boot, and pulled out a piece of paper.

Straining to read the paper, he made out a story about a hockey team and how they didn’t have much time to get prepared. The normal starters weren’t ready so the bench players got to play. He thought back to earlier in the day and remembered that this was his NECAP practice test. He read his answer to the question and saw that the teacher gave him a 1, in red ink.

He heard the NECAP getting closer and closer. He could feel the pounding of his headache. He still heard that stupid buzzing sound. The NECAP came around the corner, its red eyes glaring at Chuck. His quills stood straight up, ready for a strike.

The NECAP started charging at Chuck. Chuck, even though he was panicking, remembered something else FLIP told him. The NECAP loves 1’s and drops down laughing to the ground almost crying. Chuck looked at his 1 on the paper. He didn’t think this was enough to stop the NECAP.

Really panicking now, he turned the other way and started to run. He tripped over a skeleton. The finger bone that had fallen out of the boxing gloves stabbed him right in the palm. Chuck looked at the paper and realized, “I can defeat the NECAP now.” He took the finger bone and dipped it into his blood. On his NECAP practice exam he changed his 1 to a 4, now written in blood.

Bravely turning around to face the NECAP, Chuck put on the boxing gloves. He held up his newly changed grade and yelled to the NECAP, “Choke on this 4, NECAP.” The NECAP fell to the ground crying, just like you would from an upper cut to the chin and a jab to the stomach. The NECAP stopped moving. He was paralyzed.

Chuck ran away down to the end of the corridor. He found 3 sets of doors. There was a sign above the doors. The sign read, “If you answer this question right, you will leave this horrid place. If you get it wrong, prepare to face more NECAPs.” The question was, “Which one of the signs above the doorway is a word that will help you defeat the NECAP?” Above the left door was the sign, “Contract.” Above the middle door was a sign reading, “Explain.” Above the right door was a sign: “Compromise.” There was yet another sign that reads, “Choose wisely. The other NECAPs are even tougher than the first. They get tougher and tougher the more you get wrong.” Chuck thought back to earlier in the day when FLIP talked about the powerful words that would help you on the test. Let’s see, first there was trace, then analyze, infer, evaluate, formulate, describe, support, explain, summarize… “Hey! Wait a minute–the answer is explain,” shouted Chuck. He walked though the middle door and blacked out.

Chuck woke up all disoriented. He lifted his head out of the puddle of drool that was soaking his paper. The alarm on his watch is buzzing. The next words he heard were, “Ok, students you may begin Session 2 of the reading NECAP test.”