Greetings From Minshar! Wish You Were Here!

He crossed his arms and stared out a window below, staring at the hundreds, black with mud and decay, some corpses thrown about. Deadly, awful, terrible. Lovely.
He loved it.
His hair was white, frightening all opponents, blinding them with the pale darkness.
He stood there, looking from a palace of his own. They knew he was there, they wanted him to die painfully. They hoped he would die. But it was never to be. Never.
This was his most awesome spectacle, a palace built up from the ragged stones of Minshar, black and mettalic.
This was his palace, his spectacle. He created it himself, with his fingertips. Pointing to the ground, the stones came up from under him and were sanded and cubed, ready to be put into place. This was his place, in the center of the Minshar Plains. They were golden and green, flat with flowers and herbs growing out of them, the sun showing on them always, rain flooding and making the plains looking more beautiful. But now they were red with the life force of many.
Home, he thought. Home.

Turns Out You're Kind Of A Jerk

A few hours later, Jenrin was awaken by the soft sound of his brothers voice half asleep.
“Jenrin…”He yawned.
“Yes.”
“Why do you think that people treat me like I’m different?”
Jenrin paused, contemplating over the answer.
“What do you mean? Stupid?” He asked.
“Yeah…”
Then Jenrin said something that came out like fire from his throat, something that he would feel ashamed of for the rest of his life. But he said it anyway, and then he realized that he had gone too far.
“Maybe because they’re right…”No, that wasn’t it. You had to hurt him. Why, you bastard? Why. Ego? Yes. You could never be any stupider than that fool next to you. But he was. He was smart, smarter that you, at least.
Jenrin knew now that his brother was crying.
Why’d you have to ask? Why, you knew the answer! But he would never know. He was better.
His stomach began to turn inside of him and he wanted to scream out in guilt.
He wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. He just la there, thinking of what he had just done. Why…

Professor 13-Year-Old Teaches Romance 101

He was small, nieve. She was the same, so they were good together, and they would never leave each others arms.
One day, Jenrin was with her, walking in the fields. They were holding hands and walking, each of them feeling the warmth of their hands pressing against their palms.
It was wonderful, those times when they were together. They were friends, but now more. He could remember the days when they were shy and stupid to themselves, and they would stumble on to ramblings when they spoke. That was when they suddenly felt their love, their passion, their hope that their fear of loving would not come in the way of their friendship.
It did, but not for long, now they knew. They knew their own feelings.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BRv9wGf5pk

“Feel my fire!” He shouted to the gods. He laughed maniacally. The ball became more dense, and Beden became warm. It was ages since he felt warm. It was ages since he was living…Ages. He was dead now, no more…
The fireball began to twist around, and Asghar danced with it, laughing all the way. The ceiling was open, and he was ready.
“MY POWER!!” He cried out in anger. The ball lifted, smoothly and gracefully, lifting up above them, taking the warmth.
“POWER!!!” He shouted. The ball raised, faster, still gathering energy.
Ashgar swung his arms down, and the ball disappeared into the sky.
They would die…

Oh, So You Didn't Get The Memo?

“You…are a very lucky…,” the boy belched, “man, Jenrin.”
“Berrin, you are horribly drunk.” He pointed out.
They laughed again.
“So? Whats your point…If you’s got one,” He chuckled, his face still plastered to the table.
“I’m leaving, your making me sick.” He got up.
They pointed at him and laughed at him harder, and Jenrin began to feel droplets of spittle from the laughing.
The place reaked, and he couldn’t breathe. He walked out and took in a deep breath of air.
Another boy followed him out, looking at him.
“Hi, Jenrin.” He said.
“You sound sober.” Jenrin was amazed.
“I didn’t feel like drinking.” He said, smiling with a hint of worry to him.
“Bruan, what happened while I was away?” He wondered suddenly.
Bruan’s face dropped. His mouth went wide and terror sweeped over him.
“You haven’t heard yet?” He asked.
“What?” Jenrin prodded meanly. He was getting frustrated with a lack of communication.
“War has broken out.”

You Fucking Blew It

He wanted to live, he did not want to die. He couldn’t die, not yet at least. This way is too painful, he thought. Mixed thoughts and feelings raged like a river down through him, and he wanted to let them out. He bottled them in, trying with no success to end this nightmarish dream. It did not come, and he was left alone.
Good job, he thought morbidly to himself, smirking. If only Archabane could see this. Archabane…

Rite Of Passage

He could feel it reaching out to him with hot fingers, urging him to take it in. He wanted to, but was he ready?
Yes. He was ready.