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Rightey, so I'm getting kind excited cause i've just thought up two new characters for the 'new' book-thing i'm doing. Dheity (i know it sounds like deity but honestly its not based on that!) and Crimien (though i think i've heard that name before) they live with an almost tribe like place, anyway no doubt the whole story'll change soon enough, like Asterynth did!
Didah, hmm.
so i'm doing my blog now because i'm going out later and i never remember to do it in the evening, well, rarely, and the only reason i published my other one yesterday evening was because i'd accidently saved it as draft...silly me!

:) Rightey, i'm gonna write a poem now..dunno why, but hey, its on the spot so dont expect it to be...erm *thinks of poet* Benchman (?) or berchman...hmm..or bechman...well he's a famous British poet anyway. and you get the gist.
O.k , hmm..i tried writing a poem didn't work! haha. so i'll write a mini story thing instead, using my two new characters, Crimien, and Dheity;
oh, actually it'll be a continueing story thing...:D
Crimien struted forward imitating the lyra, chieftan of the camp. "Who the fire does he think he is?" shouted Crimien laughing, "He struts around the place as if he was king of the forest!" Dheity laughed while flicking up some dirt.
"I wonder what other clans do?" Crimien looked at him wonderingly, they had visited other clans and knew that they did exactley as the people did in there 'clan'. "No! i dont mean in the forest, i mean, everywhere else. You know, the river people and the mountain people. They must live differently to us." Crimien tried to hide his astonishment, it was an almost banned subject within the forest. What other people did outside of the sanctury of the forest.
"I dunno, i suppose they must." Crimien said, shakily. Dheity stopped for a moment leaning against a perticulary tall tree towering, it seemed, into the world beyond.
Crimien turned round at Dheity sudden lack of movement, but immediately regretted it as the sun beamed down on him, as if warning him not to speak of the outside.
Dheity begun speaking again, in a lighter tone however; "I bet they've got better looking girls than this lot!" he shouted pointing backwards, the way they came.
"There not all bad you know. It just seems the obnoxious ones have the nicest hair thats all!" shouted Crimien back to him as he knelt down by the streamd dipping his saw-from walking feet into the clear water.

"Yeah," laughed Dheity who heaved himself from the bark of the tree with a push of his hand. "And they all like Darkantez, from the other clan. What do they see in him?"
"I dunno, he seems like a sea snail to me, all slimey."
Dheity crashed onto the floor of the woodland, wind flying in his face. Nothing seemed to be moving in the woodland at all, the birds had gone quiet and even the familiar sound of insects didn't erupt at the tranquilness of no human speech.
Crimien turned round facing the abyss of trees form which they had walked. A look of horror suddenly transformed onto Crimiens face,
"Ekiel save me, there are deaths-warriors in the wood."


not my best work but hey....


William