The Epic of Serian

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a story of epic proportions! Actually, it really is an epic. Brave hero Serian defeats an army of dark soldiers,

Over the cursed land of Alavain, The darkened soldiers crawl. They come from pain, grief, anger and sin. They slink towards the great palace, slowly in their pace. They are at the oaken doors, but then the sun breaks free! It is dawn, the shadows hide. The great hero Serian stands alone. His muscular arms wield a sword of fire and stone, a shield of ice. The wind carries him across the land, over the barren turf. He swings his sword high above, reaching the Apollo's fiery charriot, and comes silently down, slicing air. It crashes through the pain and sin, destroys the sadness and anger. The soldiers are free! Human once more, they fight by Serian's side, destroying the ascending army of hellish creatures, bent by grief. Like a gardener he cuts and chokes the dark weeds out, replacing them with beautiful daffodils. There are no dark ones left but the king. His sickly form, his hell-bent shape, slither through the courtyard as a snake. It is the former king, to whom Serian has sworn loyalty to! \"My king!\" he cries and beats his chest, \"I cannot slay you!\" \"I knew you would not,\" the former king croaks, \"And now I shall slay you and steal your sword and shield, the wind will always from now until forever carry me across the land!\" Just as he sets his killing blow, an arrow pierces his heart! It is made of the sun, all golden and warm. But who shot this arrow? Serian did not. He turns to see the Sleeping Queen. She rises at last, and kills her own. As shining as the sun, pale-skinned and golden-haired, she lets her regal stare fall upon battle-worn Serian. \"You're only as strong as you're greatest weakness,\" She whispers. The king rises anew, this time as a reborn man. He shines with the intensity of a glowing hot fire. Alavain is free from the darkness that once held it in it's deep sleep. The people rejoice, they are again happy. They once more make things grow and make forms of clay. Thus concludes the Epic of Serian.


Submitted: November 19, 2010

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