I am the fate of the Lords.

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Two clans, the Kanatakai and Naknata, lived on one world, living their lives together. Then one of the Kanatakai people wanted more power and they obtained it...2,000 years later, the two clans are in a constant war with each other, one cursed, the other with out sins. They have been separated into two different worlds now..Only one will destroy the other or not?....

Submitted: May 07, 2008

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I am the fate of the Lords.
Two types of people used to live together in harmony and peace. One called Kanatakai and the other, Naknata. They both lived on the same planet, worshiping the same god, living lives in their own way. Soon enough one race wanted more power. To be strong like god was their desire, and they obtained it…
“Papa!” a young girl yelled on the other side of her father’s study room door.
“WhyWhy” An old man bangs on the floor in frustration. “Why won’t this work?”Forcefully he grabbed the book and carefully read the content. “A human…sacrifice?”
“Papa?” The young girl opens the door, gently and walks into the study. She stands in a small room filled with book shelves. On those book shelves were books but not just any type of books. They were books from God himself. The one that ruled their grateful land, whose power was among all others, gave these books for wisdom but they have been twisted. Twisted into lies so people will feel and understand the great power from their God but the Kanatakai are unaware of this. In the middle of the room sat the young girl’s father. His hair ungratefully messed up, his back hunched, his fingers were bleeding from the tip of his nails. He was writing something on the gray concrete ground and was substantially into it. In blood lay a circle with a sacred star in the middle. In side of it were words, words of unusual spelling and language, words from the spirits of Hell.
“Papa, are you alright?” The girl walked slowly over to her father unsure what to do. Moving his head slowly he gave his child a malicious grin and a sinful laugh.
“Sac-ri-fice.” Her father whispered in a low demonically possessed voice.
The young girl stared at him, fearfully. In a stuttering voice she said, “Father, your…your scaring me. Please…STOP!” Tears ran down the girl’s cheeks, desperately trying to wipe them off with her sleeve. The old man looked at her in fear of what just happened.
Hugging his daughter tightly and lovingly, he replied in a sorrow voice and emotion, “I’m great fully sorry. Please don’t cry…you wouldn’t understand for your young age…” In a whisper he added, “Please…dear God forgive me of this sin…forgive me my daughter.”Unwillingly, air particles formed into a small but useful knife within the man’s hand.
“Papa, what are you doing?” The young girl tried to release from her father’s hug.
“Shhh…” He covered her mouth forcefully. “Don’t talk…..don’t scream…” Pressuring the knife into the young girl’s neck, fresh blood slowly, trickled down from her wound.
The girl’s eyes widened in terror and she screams, “Aghhh!”SHFFITT!The knife swiftly slit the girl’s throat as her lifeless body fell onto the sacred circle. Blood spread from the wound and in to the words of Hell’s despair.They glowed with an intense light of giving from God.
His voice in deep delight, the old man laughed and smiled feeling the power surge through his body like a pursuant drug, only wanting more and more for his enjoyment.
Knock! Knock! The wife banged on the door unsure of what happened.
“Is everything alright?” She paused. “I thought I heard Natayni scream.” Grabbing the knob, she opened the door, hands shaking. The woman’s heart stopped beating from what her eyes came upon. The old man turned and faced his wife, giving her a malicious grin.
“Is there something wrong, my dear?” he questioned with an indifferently voice and posture. I'm going to edit this from time to time so.........SORRY........


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