Yay! So this is the picture that I found in April that I had been looking for! Want to know what I did with it since then? A big fat nothing! But it was supposed to be a mix of the Freedom Gundam and Wing Zero and whatever else nonsense. I just never finished it. I have another picture of it that I liked even less.
And now to bore everyone to death! I decided to start posting the stupid things I write in notebooks.
11-03-09
Soon I will start writing in earnest. It has taken 8 years but the store is finally tightening up.
Just must fight to protect his people and learn what it means to kill out of need.
Along the way he is assaulted by a voice in his head. He bonds a young woman who loves his best friend. He befriends rebels and slaves to the council.
And at the end a demon awaits him. After the city exalts his name and pushes him into leadership.
Eventually I must strive to complete a time line. And in such a way that I can shift events around easily.
Otherwise its all in my head waiting to be written. Stupid Laziness.
Jude felt as if he were bated in light. Slowly he opened his eyes to find he was atop a hill. The hill was tall and covered in healthy green grass. He could see nothing beyond the hill.
He knew what he would see when he looked down. A man so burnt it seemed impossible he should yet live. There was no trace of his fingers, toes or his hair. The mains face was a a blackened husk, his eyes were a startling contrast.
Just as he had so long ago he placed his hands on the man's chest. The man screamed, or at least he seemed to. There was no mouth to open and his through could not be in good shape.
Even in the dream Jude reveled at the intake of power. He surged energy through the man speeding up his metabolism to dangerous levels. The man's cells would begin to repair themselves but Jude knew it was not enough.
Waves of pure life overlaid into the blackened mess of skin and flesh and caused it to repair. Flesh of milk white began to emerge out of the crusty ashes.
Jude did not let up. He always feared if he left the Healing to it's own devices somehow it would fail.
It took only minutes. The man's chest began to rise and fall. It was well muscled and sprinkled with freckles and red hair. The man's fingers began to regrow revealing long strong hands.
As his face took shape eyelids grew back over the eyes, full lips grew to cover recovered teeth and a full head of vibrant red hair. The man only showed a little gray at his temples.
Jude gasped. Since he started dreaming of the incident the man who emerged from his healings were never actually the man who he had healed. It was always a different person. Never had he seen two of the same faces. Some killed him, some he killed. Generally the dream would dissolve into madness by this point. But never had it been the original man.
His eyes fluttered open. At first he seemed to be in shock. What Jude could only guess was recognition passed over his features. The man spoke softly, "I know you."
The man sat up, looking amazed at the ease of it. "You healed me. That was so long ago." The man looked away for a moment as if seeing something in the distance. He turned back. "Who are you?"
Before Jude could answer he felt as if he were being pulled away. The hill vanished.
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Hmm it sucks and I cheated. I edited a little bit of it. This really sucked... I am almost tempted to not post this.
