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I pretty much the same but I can't stand Dubstep. But rock is by far my favourite.

Man my list of must try music is getting bigger and bigger :D

In not sure I wasnt around in those times and you have good taste :)

and Viking and if you really want - noob destroyer!

Wow people have pretty varied music tastes Coldplay are another one of my favourites but I've stopped listening to them for some reason

Heh no problem always ready to help ;)

Wow we have completely different music tastes And simple guy I'll have a look at those, I'll be honest I've never heard of them but I'll have a look :)

This is a bit of a weird conversation but dude you don't know what your missing But I'm not going to participate in this conversation anymore I don't like where it's going D:

Possibly admins fucking with you? Not that I would do such a thing, no sir!

Try deleting nether ores I had the same problem and that worked for me

I'm a bit oldschool despite my age Oasis are one of favourites, they're kinda old now (broke up a few years ago) but they are good Nickleback are also another favourite, who doesn't like Nickleback seriously? But yeah similar music to that so in a nutshell - rock *rubs chin What do you think of that Mrfly?

*awkward silence Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Jorcer, hacker and creator of awkward silences!

Meh listened to all of those, they're good and certainly talented but it's not the kind of thing I'd listen to while playing a game or doing work it's just not my type of music

Just interested what's everyone's favourite music?

Opal partridge! Okay that's a weird one

Ha I thought OP was operator for some reason...

My mum's different all my friends are allowed 18+ games i'm only allowed 15 and 16s :(

I hate being fourteen....

Rock Climbing's my favourite thing, even though I nearly died doing it once, my god that was a bad day. But yeah I try to go every Saturday but considering the wall I go on is an hours drive away I can't go everyday. So if I can't go I'll probably play tennis or football (European Football) with my friends. I don't like staying in all day but then I live in England so some days I have to stay in, god damn English weather! The rest of the day I do the thing Industrial Miner mentioned, write my book and play on my favourite game of that week. World Domination is for Sundays.

By the way I'm really enjoying this I know this is my passion despite how bad I am at it! I'll keep going even if no one reads it because I seriously love writing! :)

Here's chapter five, chapter one "should" be fixed, I guess that's what I get for over-editing ^^ Chapter Five ‘Aeodor…Aeodor my child…it is time to wake up…’ The voice echoed through the prince’s mind. A woman’s voice… Fear clouded his mind and weakness plagued his body. Who is this woman? He opened his eyes and gasped. By his sick bed a woman lounged in a chair, she looked a few years older than the prince and she was more than beautiful, lush flawless skin, glossy long black hair and a face so perfectly shaped it matched one of a goddess. The woman wore a red robe with gold trims. It looked expensive when examined closely but at first glance it somehow looked cheap and dirty. The only unsettling thing about this woman were her eyes, they had no iris or pupil only a milky white eyeballs that glowed with a strange kind of aura, ‘W-Who are you?’ Aeodor asked. ‘I am Aeowin child.’ She replied. ‘Why do you call me so, I am no child.’ ‘You’re acting like one. You are a child in my eyes, an eighty year old man would be a child to me.’ ‘H-How but that doesn’t make any sense!’ ‘Maybe not now…’ she said mysteriously. ‘I don’t trust you then.’ The woman smiled and despite how amused she looked she didn’t laugh. ‘Even though I gave you food? Even though I didn’t leave you on the mountain to die. Even though I didn’t put a knife in your belly or poison in your food?’ ‘I still don’t trust you…’ ‘It does not matter, you are well enough to get up now. Come on.’ She offered a hand and unwillingly he grabbed it, not roughly but not softly either. She pulled him up with ease as if he was a feather. ‘Get some clothes on, Azador is watching…’ she informed him. ‘Wait what!?’ he cried. ‘It is no worry he is only curious that I have a visitor that’s all. Now get changed I wouldn’t like him to think anything funny is going on…’ She directed him to a wardrobe on the other end of the room. The room was small but cozy, the furniture consisted of a oak bedside table, a simple wooden chair, a bed with a woolen blanket and the mahogany wardrobe. The different shades of wood did not match or go with the room but the compact feel of it gave it the coziness it needed. The walls were white painted stone with a wooden trim at the bottom. A single window looked out to the mountains, one of these happened to be Skel Tornath… ‘Is that Azador there watching us?’ the prince said as he pulled on some pale brown leather leggings. ‘Yes the old dragon has been watching me all this life.’ ‘Wait what do you mean by this life?’ he said as he pulled on a white linen shirt. Where the woman got linen from in this isolated part of the world he would never know. ‘I have been reborn many, many times Aeodor. My kind are like that but we always the same memories…’ her eyes turned sad ‘Many memories…’ ‘Not all good ones I’m guessing…’ ‘No, but not all memories are good.’ ‘This one isn’t bad…’ She smiled ‘Aeodor your terrible attempts at courtship will not work, I’ve seen better suitors before and I could not accept any of them.’ ‘Is this something to with “your kind”?’ ‘Yes partially. Pull on that waste coat it’ll keep you warm.’ He pulled it on, it was made out of the oddest material he had ever felt. He had worn almost every kind of material there is, from Saracsin silk to Baradon cotton but this felt different. It was completely black, not a single hint of color in it. But it did keep him warm, the moment it touched his skin the warmth spread his body like a furnace was stuck under every stitch and button. He felt like he was by a fire in an Arinian winter, not too hot but not too cold. He was just the right temperature. ‘What is this?’ he asked. ‘Dragonskin, when they are skinned the skin retains the warmth of the dragon’s blood and heart for centuries. It’s like a fireplace in the shape of the jacket.’ She told him. ‘Now come I need to show you something.’ She took him to through the adjacent room which was the entrance hall and which consisted of a few bookshelves and statues. Four doors lead to other rooms, one back where they came from, one going outdoors and two others leading to what he assumed was Aeowin’s room and the other he was about to find out. She led him through the door and into one of the most amazing rooms the prince had ever been in. Ingots and ores lined the walls on reinforced shelves, row after row of metals heard and unheard of. Three anvils sat in the middle of the room all different sizes. The largest being as wide as three fully grown men and as high as Aeodor’s hip. The smallest was the size of your usual anvil and the middle one was in between. A huge chest filled with tools of all shapes and sizes sat on the opposite end of the room and on either side of it were two huge furnaces bellowing out flames and smoke. They looked hot enough to cook dragonscales. Years passed, years of peaceful tranquillity. Almost every season is the same in the mountains, apart from winter, the most dreaded year for Aeodor. He would work for Aeowin everyday gathering firewood and tending the crops. Aeodor was used to those jobs after spending a few months on the farm but they weren’t his only chores. The woman got him working in the smithy everyday telling him to make random weapons out of all kinds of materials. She instructed him to make odd weapons he’d never seen before in his life, he’d heard of Saracsin scimitars but he had never believed they were real, who could seriously fight with curved swords? And there were Katanas and Tantos. They were so light and thin the prince couldn’t possibly imagine fighting with them. She made him though, every time he made a weapon he had to train with it and he had no idea why she was making him do this. Her response when he asked why was always ‘For the coming time dear prince, these skills will stay with you forever and they’ll certainly help.’ He never understood where he would use these weapons, smithing might help for whatever the world or this woman had in store for him but the use of weapons he had never seen or heard of in his life were useless to him. If he was ever in a situation where he needed a weapon he would use one but these weapons he trained with were unseen and unheard of and he didn’t expect anyone to have one. She made him though, something about her soft voice made his will crumble. Her eyes were intimidating but that was unconscious intimidation. If she wanted too she could be a lot worse, to the point where it would give a grown man nightmares. Aeodor found her attractive at first but after a few days with her his feelings were ones of absolute fear. She also made him hunt, she said she wanted “a varied diet” and so Aeodor had to hunt. He had complained at first saying there was enough food already but she gave him another cold stare and he obeyed immediately. So the years past in the cottage they lived in, the work was hard but Aeodor enjoyed it. He got better at cooking, fishing, hunting and smithing. He felt he had expanded his skills, instincts and behaviour. He was much more disciplined and almost whenever he did something right his “mistress” would smile with satisfaction. She seemed to take joy in his learning not his production. Whenever he brought her food she would mutter thanks and eat it but whenever he brought her three or four deer at once she would smile and say well done rather proudly. The cottage they lived in was small and simple. The last room you haven’t seen wasn’t Aeowin’s bedroom it was the kitchen that connected to another room that contained all Aeodor’s prizes and weapons. His favourite handcrafted sword hung on the wall, he had never used it not even in training but he felt it was his best and he had become a very experienced smith. The cottage situated in a large open valley that was teeming with deer. It stretched out for miles snaking through the teeth-like mountains, it looked like it was endless, Aeodor had walked for days and he didn’t reach the end. Countless rivers flowed through it, worming their way down the slope and into the mountain on the other side, flowing into some cavern miles underground. The rivers were teeming with salmon, while Aeodor was terrible at fishing the masses of salmon made catching a little easier. Despite the peacefulness and the away-from-the-world feeling it was boring, the excitement in Aeodor’s life seemed to of packed its things and left. He had the need to fight, the need to command, the need for battle. He had to leave the mountains. So he went to the one obstacle holding him back, he would destroy it if necessary. ‘I need to leave Aeowin.’ He said one bright sunny morning. ‘So you do’ she said staring him with her milky white eyes, even after all these years he still found them unnerving. ‘B-But what am I supposed to do?’ ‘Walk, your destiny will find you whether you like it or not.’ ‘What the hell does that mean?’ ‘It means that the fate the world has in store for you will happen no matter what.’ She was being, for once, a little bit more direct. ‘Argh you’re impossible, how do I know that you’re not sending me out to wander the mountains for the rest of my awful life!’ ‘You still don’t trust me, after all these years?’ ‘Hell no! You haven’t said a single thing about yourself! For eight bloody years! For the love of the gods you expect me to trust-’ ‘You know Aeodor,’ she laughed. ‘You are remarkably dense when it comes to trust!’ He opened his mouth then clamped it shut again. Her calm response had stopped him mid-rant. No one stopped him mid rant... ‘I swear to-’ She waved her hand and suddenly Aeodor was flying, flying high. After shouting some of his choicest of curse words he calmed down despite being several thousand feet in the air. Suddenly they stopped ascending and started heading east, back to civilization. They passed over the marshes Aeodor crossed all those years ago, they passed Liodria and even Arinia they were heading somewhere else, soon their destination became apparent. Fortresses are seen as massive castles with row after row of walls, towers and gates. Usually described as large. Metropolises are mega cities containing millions of citizens that get on with their daily lives. These are also described as large. Now imagine bunches these two things together, the correct term for it is a citadel. But the only incorrect thing about that is citadels hold a lot less people. Now the thing are character has seen is around ten times the size, they were thousands of feet up in the air and they couldn’t see the edge of the place. It was a blot on the world covering most of what Aeodor assumed was Scandinia. ‘What...the hell...is that?’ the stunned prince asked. ‘That is Yor Athropis, meaning United in the language of the Gods. ‘The language of the Gods?’ ‘Whenever you’re in a temple do you ever wonder what language the priests are babbling on about?’ ‘I don’t practice religion, there are no Gods.’ Aeowin’s eyes lit up and she smiled again. Amusement radiated off her. ‘How childish you are...’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Never mind back to the point, the language of the Gods is the language the priests and Gods speak in. Priests know little and they improvise it much so the stuff that comes out of their mouths is mostly gibberish.’ ‘Whatever, I don’t care about languages I just want to know what this is!’ ‘This child, is your father’s mark on the land.’ ‘W-What?’ ‘He built this, a feat not accomplished by hand alone. Great uses of magic have been used around this area.’ ‘But, it most cover most of Scandinia! That’s hundreds of leagues! What the hell happened to the population?’ ‘They all life in the city, not happily however, most of the place is industry and military use only. The only residential place contains only woman and children. Every single man has been recruited, everywhere is devoid of men. All of them have been forced to live in Yor Athropis.’ ‘Why my father has no enemies left!’ ‘Correct but he thinks otherwise, I’m sorry Aeodor but your father is mad.’ ‘How did he complete this?’ ‘He rules Illensia Aeodor, he was crowned, or at least he crowned himself Emperor of Illensia not long after you woke in your sickbed.’ ‘And he’s been building this ever since.’ ‘Yes, like he said before he killed you. He designed Cynidor, he’s an outstanding architect and as ugly as this looks it’s practical, which was his goal when he set out to design this city. People say it’s the safest place in Illensia right now, if you’re a woman. Woman can join the army, Thanodor’s many things but he’s not sexist. But he needs people look after the place so he left all the other jobs for the women and children who have to work as well.’ ‘What the hell has he done?!’ ‘Ruined the world child, ruined the world...’ ‘I have to stop him!’ ‘And that is why you must go, there are things at work here that go beyond petty revenge and power struggle but this is the first step to these things...your father has destroyed all culture an asset mankind needs in the future, an asset that has kept it alive for the past thousand years. Don’t let him completely destroy it my child, you will encounter friends and enemies along the way. Factions have risen, good and bad. You must choose wisely boy because although it is your fate to fight your father it doesn’t mean you’re definitely going to win, be strong Aeodor, be strong...’ here voice dropped into a whisper and she faded away. ‘Wait what?!’ and then as gravity suddenly decided it existed, Aeodor began to fall. ‘HOLY-’ SPLASH! Aeodor landed perfectly in the centre of a lake a few miles away from the cottage. Even though he landed in water he still should have died. He had cheated death once again. He swam to the nearest bank scaring away ducks in the process and, soaking wet, he walked home. By the time he reached the cottage he was dry again, luckily it was summer and even though the area he was in was geographically supposed to be cold all year round somehow in the valley it was temperate despite being a few hundred leagues from the Arctic circle. Aeowin was not there when he entered the cottage, he knew he shouldn’t be either. He wondered whether he would see her again. Despite not trusting her he somehow wanted her company again, she barely showed emotion but it was those priceless moments when she did that made Aeodor like her. The one thing that made him shift to the disliking side was her profession, Aeodor absolutely despised mages and he had suspicions that she was one ever since he met her. Their little scene before proved this and now he didn’t know what to think of her. His hate for magicians wasn’t a childhood thing it was just something in his blood. Arinians had always been the science type, magic to them was like water to fire and Aeodor had grew up in a household that despised magic, even by Arinian standards. When he started to pack instantly knew what he needed and didn’t need. He got a brown leather camping bag that was conveniently left on one of the anvils (Aeowin’s work no doubt) and filled it with various things he needed. He packed clothes, blankets, food and a tent in the bag then he wrapped his smithing tools in a sheet of oiled linen padded with wool for extra protection. The oil was to keep the tools from rusting seeing as he probably wasn’t going to use them for a while. He then garbed a mail shirt and pants, then pulled over his linen shirt and light brown trousers. Finally he put on his favourite Dragonskin waistcoat for warmth and extra protection. Finally he placed his best sword that he had been keeping for a special occasion in its sheath and attached it to his belt. The sword was made out of Runite the strongest mineable metal in the world. The blade had a reddish hew to it a custom implementation the prince had done himself. That was one of the amazing properties about Runite, it changed colour depending on how much you heat it, the hottest heat you can do makes it go black, the level below that makes it go red which seemed the most fitting option seeing as it would be covered in red anyway. The hilt was black with a ruby studded into it, wrapped around the handle was Dragonskin, excellent for cold night battles, Aeodor did find his hands get cold when fighting in the cold. The only problem was the sword was somewhat noticeable so Aeodor made sure the sheath was as black as it could be to avoid attention, a red sheath would be like saying “look at me expensive sword why don’t you come and try and take it from me!” Runite swords were new to Aeodor, his father had one, a family heirloom but he had never used it. The weapon was light but could cut through anything, it was magical in a way because it shifted its weight to your needs. It takes hours of fighting but eventually it adapts to you and it becomes the perfect sword. Runite wasn’t extremely rare but it was ridiculously hard to mine, there are creatures called Rune Guardians that are attracted to the stuff, the most dangerous thing about them is that they are made out of Runite, making them extremely hard to kill. They guard it night and day, you can’t find a vein of Runite without finding a Rune guardian. However Aeowin had got it Aeodor knew it would serve him well, he still hadn’t decided a name but true names come with time, the man needed to know his sword better first. He buckled his belt and walked to the front door, then he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he came in; note nailed to the door. Dear Aeodor I hope you’re not so stupid that you didn’t see this note on the door, if you have found it then well done! I am writing to you to basically say goodbye, despite my dominance over you intellectually- Aeodor smiled, the only personal thing they shared was a joke about Aeodor being stupid. -I enjoyed are time together. The past eight years have been enjoyable, there’s just something about ordering you around that’s really enjoyable. Now the time ahead of you is going to be hard and taxing. People will die Aeodor, you must understand this. So keep that in mind and be patient. We may or may not meet again, it all depends on what actually happens. There is a definite thing though; no matter what happens you will meet your father on the burning tower and one will be victorious and one will die. I know just like the stories except this isn’t a story Aeodor, this is real. I wish you luck, you are no longer a child to me you are in my eyes a man, not because of your age it’s because of you. You Aeodor son of Thanodor have gained my respect. Diving headfirst into a storm like this isn’t easy but you have taken it so calmly it is a feat that inspires me and all my kind. I have one favour to ask you though friend, destroy the house. Despite all the memories there it needs to be destroyed, I am physically attached to it. I can’t explain it but it must be done, it will be essential in the future. Go to both of the furnaces and flick the lever at the back, you’ll have a few minutes before the fire starts. Stone can burn Aeodor, but not all fires are the same... Good luck Aeodor... Aeowin The prince read the letter through several times drinking it in. The parchment was new, it smelt new but at the same time it somehow felt like it had been there for a hundred years. As if Aeodor had walked passed all those millions of times he walked in and out of that house. He entered the smithy and pulled one lever, it was tight but after some swearing and loud grunting he pulled it down, the past few years of hard work had finally paid off, he could now pull a lever! He walked over to the other furnace, he could feel the heat building in the room already, the glow from the furnace was getting brighter and brighter, also it was strangely changing colour. He pulled the other lever after a few might heaves and he was already drenched in sweat, not from exercise though. The furnaces were definitely changing colour, the first one he pulled was glowing purple now. He needed to get out. He left the building and as if the furnaces were waiting for him the house went up in flames. He was halfway across the lawn when it happened, the stone somehow caught fire that crept across it like it was made out of wood. The fire wasn’t normal though, it was bright purple and it seemed to give off more heat than the sun. The flames licked at the stone house, cooking it at temperatures that matched the surface of the sun. Suddenly the roof collapsed, then the walls fell inwards and all that was left was a smouldering heap of molten stone and charred wood. The house was gone, along with all the memories Aeodor had had in it. He shouldered his pack and walked off heading east, the sun setting behind him casting a orange glow throughout the horizon, stretching the shadows until there was only one shadow left, the shadow of night. Aeodor was in for a long year... I hope questions like - "how the fuck is he going to defeat his father?" or "What the hells he gonna do next?" are flowing round your head, if not well it's a shit story ^^ Still be honest and please leave a comment or a word of advice your support really helps So Chapter Six is the last one I've wrote, with a bit of editing it should be out soon, but then I'm in the deep end where there will be no editing, only writing I can't wait editing is sooo boring but it does mean (if anyone cares) that chapters will take longer to write because I'm actually fully writing them. So hope your enjoying it so far now I'm off to play SKYRIM!!! ^_^

Lol I forgot about those damn it! That was all from the last story that was an editing error fuck! I'm really pissed off with myself now I'll go through it all again God damn I'm stupid! Thanks for pointing it out though ^^

Just incase anyone's still interested I haven't posted the next chapter partially because of laziness and partially because I'm doing GCSE's and when I get home I think "do I really want to write my book?" and I think -- nah It's been a very stressful time for me, not only because of school, personal things get in the way you know So if I carry on being a lazy twat I'll probably get the next chapter out in the weekend but if I decide to kick myself up the ass and say "do some fucking work mark!!" then it'll be out tomorrow But the teenage mind is a complicated one....my brain may have other plans for me, stupid brain!