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Aufsteigende Flügel is German for "Soaring Wings", a beautiful piano piece composed by Masashi Hamauzu. It is a retreat, a place for me to speak my mind, my thoughts,
and my ideas. I bid you all welcome and please, enjoy your stay while you can.
In case you're wondering, the song you hear playing in the background is called Memories, composed and performed by Kow Otani for the best PS2 game of all time, Shadow of the Colossus.
This was one of the many unused tracks from the game, so I thought I might do it justice playing this lovely track here. It may take a while to load, but please pause it and give it a good listen.
Otani makes good music (unfortunately, this is the only one I know of), and this is one of them. Enjoy!
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010, 21:23
i will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, and tear it apart
Another adventure gone, another one begins.
Such is life, no? It never fails to give you something to do. I guess that's why such things happen; they want to make your life more beneficial...give you something to remember, telling you that, "Hey, at least you did this, right?"
I suppose I could subscribe to that.
In any case, that is now what I am here to talk about, neither am I going to talk about half the things that are going on in my life right now. That's not the reason why I made this blog. But...if anything, I can say one thing though; I'm more determined this time. And I will make things right. I have to.
That story I will save for another day, today, I will tell you a different one...
- - - - -
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a kingdom ruled by a king whose rule was fair and just. Since his ascend to the throne at the age of eighteen, the kingdom bloomed and prospered under his rule. The people of his kingdom loved their king and the soldiers and knights were loyal enough to die in his service.
But for a kingdom that prospered and a king that ruled justly, war was a rare occasion. The king was tactful enough to maintain good relationships with other kingdoms.
For thirty years, he was a happy king for as he ruled the kingdom, he had his loving wife, the queen, to support him every time he falls. He was blessed with two sons and loved them both very much.
The two sons were very close, often helping each other whenever they get into trouble.
On the king's fortieth year of rule, his beloved queen passed away. He grieved for her death and slowly, the kingdom slowly lost its glory.
Not long after that, he fell into a sickness that took away his ability to walk. Knowing that his end was near, he named his eldest son as the heir to the throne.
The eldest son knew that it was his duty to ascend to the throne, and thus, he accepted his duties. However, he was unaware of his youngest brother's flaring jealousy.
On the fiftieth year of the king's rule, the king finally released his final breath and died peacefully. For a long time, the people grieved on the passing of their beloved king.
The eldest brother was named king and soon after that was his coronation.
On the day of the coronation, just as the eldest brother was about to receive the crown that signifies him as the official king, the youngest brother summoned his army and attacked everyone present in the ceremony.
The eldest brother managed to escape the massacre, but left the kingdom with a broken heart. So, he wandered across the continent, trying to just die as he wandered...until he came across a certain something that changed everything.
While the elder brother fled the kingdom, the younger brother took over the throne and became king.
But after ruling for so long, he suddenly thought of his beloved brother and how horrible he was back in the past. He felt the guilt in him and at that moment, the love for his eldest brother returned.
He sent out search parties to look for his brother and after months of searching, he finally found his beloved brother.
The eldest brother returned, carrying a strange sword with him. Many noticed the change within the eldest brother, and most concluded that he was not the same person he was before this. Soothsayers warned of an approaching danger to not only the king, but the entire kingdom itself. Yet the younger brother denied their words and welcomed his brother with open arms.
There was a feast made in honour of his brother's return and for three days and three nights, they dined and celebrated. And for three days and three nights, the eldest brother remained silent.
On the fourth night, when everyone was fast asleep (including the younger brother), the eldest brother began his revenge.
In the dead of the night, he slaughtered every single one of the people who lived in the kingdom. No one was spared, not even children or women.
No one but the current king, the younger brother.
But that was momentarily, of course.
When the younger brother woke up, all that he saw was blood. All that littered around him were corpses. All that he smelled was death. And before him was Death himself, in the form of his eldest brother.
The younger brother begged for him to be spared, reminding him of the brotherly love they had for each other. But the eldest brother stood there, his face revealing nothing but emptiness. There was no love in him for the younger brother, or the kingdom, or anyone else for that matter. There was nothing in him.
And so, the eldest brother raised his sword and smite it down on his defenseless younger brother.
Then there was absolute silence.
The eldest brother took the crown from his younger brother's head with his sword and walked all the way into the throne room.
He sat on the throne and struck his sword to the ground. The crown was then placed on the pommel of his sword and remained there, unmoved.
And there he sat.
And there he closed his eyes.
And there he ruled the land of the dead.
There, he waited.
- - - - -
I think I've posted this before. Somewhere. I don't remember.
Something tells me that I should work on this one too.
But when you have so many other things in your head, it makes you wonder when you'd be able to spare some time for the others. This isn't the only one that is still labeled as WIP; there is plenty.
And I am determined to finish them.
One by one.
P.S. I meet all sorts of interesting people everyday. I hope to keep meeting them. They're my source of inspiration, and my reason to keep doing what I'm doing. =]
Such is life, no? It never fails to give you something to do. I guess that's why such things happen; they want to make your life more beneficial...give you something to remember, telling you that, "Hey, at least you did this, right?"
I suppose I could subscribe to that.
In any case, that is now what I am here to talk about, neither am I going to talk about half the things that are going on in my life right now. That's not the reason why I made this blog. But...if anything, I can say one thing though; I'm more determined this time. And I will make things right. I have to.
That story I will save for another day, today, I will tell you a different one...
- - - - -
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a kingdom ruled by a king whose rule was fair and just. Since his ascend to the throne at the age of eighteen, the kingdom bloomed and prospered under his rule. The people of his kingdom loved their king and the soldiers and knights were loyal enough to die in his service.
But for a kingdom that prospered and a king that ruled justly, war was a rare occasion. The king was tactful enough to maintain good relationships with other kingdoms.
For thirty years, he was a happy king for as he ruled the kingdom, he had his loving wife, the queen, to support him every time he falls. He was blessed with two sons and loved them both very much.
The two sons were very close, often helping each other whenever they get into trouble.
On the king's fortieth year of rule, his beloved queen passed away. He grieved for her death and slowly, the kingdom slowly lost its glory.
Not long after that, he fell into a sickness that took away his ability to walk. Knowing that his end was near, he named his eldest son as the heir to the throne.
The eldest son knew that it was his duty to ascend to the throne, and thus, he accepted his duties. However, he was unaware of his youngest brother's flaring jealousy.
On the fiftieth year of the king's rule, the king finally released his final breath and died peacefully. For a long time, the people grieved on the passing of their beloved king.
The eldest brother was named king and soon after that was his coronation.
On the day of the coronation, just as the eldest brother was about to receive the crown that signifies him as the official king, the youngest brother summoned his army and attacked everyone present in the ceremony.
The eldest brother managed to escape the massacre, but left the kingdom with a broken heart. So, he wandered across the continent, trying to just die as he wandered...until he came across a certain something that changed everything.
While the elder brother fled the kingdom, the younger brother took over the throne and became king.
But after ruling for so long, he suddenly thought of his beloved brother and how horrible he was back in the past. He felt the guilt in him and at that moment, the love for his eldest brother returned.
He sent out search parties to look for his brother and after months of searching, he finally found his beloved brother.
The eldest brother returned, carrying a strange sword with him. Many noticed the change within the eldest brother, and most concluded that he was not the same person he was before this. Soothsayers warned of an approaching danger to not only the king, but the entire kingdom itself. Yet the younger brother denied their words and welcomed his brother with open arms.
There was a feast made in honour of his brother's return and for three days and three nights, they dined and celebrated. And for three days and three nights, the eldest brother remained silent.
On the fourth night, when everyone was fast asleep (including the younger brother), the eldest brother began his revenge.
In the dead of the night, he slaughtered every single one of the people who lived in the kingdom. No one was spared, not even children or women.
No one but the current king, the younger brother.
But that was momentarily, of course.
When the younger brother woke up, all that he saw was blood. All that littered around him were corpses. All that he smelled was death. And before him was Death himself, in the form of his eldest brother.
The younger brother begged for him to be spared, reminding him of the brotherly love they had for each other. But the eldest brother stood there, his face revealing nothing but emptiness. There was no love in him for the younger brother, or the kingdom, or anyone else for that matter. There was nothing in him.
And so, the eldest brother raised his sword and smite it down on his defenseless younger brother.
Then there was absolute silence.
The eldest brother took the crown from his younger brother's head with his sword and walked all the way into the throne room.
He sat on the throne and struck his sword to the ground. The crown was then placed on the pommel of his sword and remained there, unmoved.
And there he sat.
And there he closed his eyes.
And there he ruled the land of the dead.
There, he waited.
- - - - -
I think I've posted this before. Somewhere. I don't remember.
Something tells me that I should work on this one too.
But when you have so many other things in your head, it makes you wonder when you'd be able to spare some time for the others. This isn't the only one that is still labeled as WIP; there is plenty.
And I am determined to finish them.
One by one.
P.S. I meet all sorts of interesting people everyday. I hope to keep meeting them. They're my source of inspiration, and my reason to keep doing what I'm doing. =]