Phreakish – 3e gången tillbaka..
välkommen tillbaka
1987 – 1995
1st grade was immensely hard to grasp as the giants advanced in giving me more and more enigmas to solve such as weirdly looking figures that was to be added according to a ancient formula and if the founding’s of the addition wouldn’t meet their demands I was to do it over as they watched me ever so closely. No need to say that I in high rate mastered this ancient witchcraft to the fullest to regain entrance to the world and fulsome of riddles that came with these giants. I was eager to become more enlightened in what way they had become the stronger ras. I believed each task given to me was a step closer to overcome them and let my own reign be. I had many new followers eager to follow me in each battle and at each dust of verbal confrontation with these enigmas of the wilderness kingdom I was cheered by my comrades in arms, my Phreakonians as the beasts had made their vacancy.I was the king and the servant amongst the serpents from this so shallowly explored world. As I was more wise and more taught I also experienced new abilities. This sword whom had been shallowly limp waiting dormant had become alive to aid in the Phreakonian societies prosperity and glory. This third leg had yet to disappoint me in pointing out potential females whom could lead the line of Phreakonians on through out time. I believe it was my overcoming knowledge and self-awareness who had activated this new weapon. Maybe I had been enlightened more so then my comrades.
As I wondered and pondered, seamlessly… I could feel the alertness of this compass pick up and raise in salute. Alerted of suitable females to conquer. As I investigated more closely each night in seclusion not to drop hints of this new magical ability I found that each movement could cause an overcomming sensation which I believe to be a enzym towards being overhumanly strengthened. Well needed in these days against the giants. However I could, would and had not to tell anyone. Each movement of hearsay could render in loss of the weapon. What if these “Adults” would hear about it being activated and dorment nomore. This could and most likely would end any hope we had. (looks around)
To be continued
Did this just turn into a sex novel?
Hur som, alltid kul att läsa!
Nej då. Bara en notis i mitt liv.
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A couple of years came to pass and as I was more and more taught in the ancient teachings of this new world. I was also more accepted by some of the giants whom confided in me and whom trained me without knowing my Phreakonian agenda. To wheel a sword amongst and before these now to be named adults. I knew how to put symbols of importence into chains and drawing magical conclusions from nothing. It was quite amazing how the double symbols could be added up to form a new symbol. They called it mathmatics, but I knew from the magical box located in my room at home that series of magical figures and symbols often lead to powerful and fierce weapons. What I couldt figure out was why these giants would subcome to the urge of teaching what would become their doom.
Strangly enough my innerself would not let me consider the one called mother as one of them, tho I believed it might been the bare 154 cm long body whom tricked me into believing she were more or less one of us. Being that short meant she must had parents on each side of the war. One giant and one youngen like me. That bound her to loyalty which I saw many times as she battled for me against the beasts of the giants at so called quaterly meetings.
When starving one day I found my way to the the place where the giants kept all their food. It was shelf after shelf with all kinds of foods and magical items. One which I had had close contact with before. Its name was chocolate. A brown dark bar with properties beyond this realm and understanding. It gave a sensation of Euphoria, energy and most of all it had the properties of controlling other youngens.
Hör gärna av er om ni vill att jag kör igång träffarna igen.
Här kommer fortsättningen.
I looked around to see where these giants where at and as they crossed beyond the corners of my eye I stuffed my pockets full with this bar. However as I tried walking away with it I was grabbed on the shoulder and taken away by a female beast. She had me empty my pockets and she called upon something I had only seen a couple times before. It was them, the beasts enforcers. Trained in torture and ruthlessness and according to legend lived by their own laws and goverment. I was fortuned to be released to my mother, one of us. I can only imagine what would have happened in this dark and secluded edge of the world where these enforcers crawled all over in a manor of repulsiveness. It was around this time I first senced the overwhelming powers within to resist these dark ones. I knew many battles was to come between us. [(Looking back Im also quite amazed of how I felt before them. Nowdays I look upon the police as people often with unmedicated anger, power or other mental issues.
Theres quite many that is very helpful tho I have met many that isnt really in control of themselves, help us all.)
As I started what they called 7th grade I was often told I was an adult though even more so presented as a child as I was supressed from drawing own conclusions. The giants or adults agenda soon came clear before me. I was to be trained to become one of them, however the strong Phreakonian spirit lived within me and raised me above any attemt of control. I was seperated from my leagues of Phreakonians in an attempt to hold me down but my most loyal generals feared not to contact me. Our nation would not ever subcome to the miesly ways of dissapereance. We would not let down on our goals. We would free our people no matter what the giants tried to through at us.
It was at this time I found a book far far inside the secret chambers of what was called the library. A book of forgotten knowledge. These beasts of unnatural size had never mentioned these herbs and the magical properties derived from them.
….to be continued
The book was worn and well used. It was obvious that warlocks and witches had been using this book for years. What was it that kept the book buried thus far in the back of this chamber. I slowly opened it and as I passed through each chapter, I understood why it had been kept from us. It spoke about herbs and remedies from a thousand years back. A secret portal to a new world. Powers of deception and the ability to travel inside yourself to be guided to a land called Euphoria, this euphoria had to be where chocolate where made.. I had to learn more.
The next day I summoned my legion of most trusted comrades. We marched upon the chamber of knowledge. (more known as the common library duh) As we stepped inside the chamber the giants kept an eye on us. One would even ask if we were looking for something special. Though we were indeed looking for something special we did not reveal our knowledge of THE book. Our gateway to where this chocolate where made. We were all determined to find the secrets of life and use it to our advantage. Little did we know that the day we actually found these herbs we wouldnt be in any condition to save anything but the drool on our cheeks as we lingered down towards unexplored realms of our inner. More about that later.
Now standing there, the light slightly pushed though the drapes, scowering the area to connect with the book before us. We pushed it open and there on one of the first pages was the graal. A huge green, almost bluish plant which seemed to speak towards us. We searched the pages, taking turns trying to find where we might happen upon these herbs. There was no information on the origin. The quest of a simple answer towards domination had been lost. As we soaked in our dissapointment I felt as the war been lost. We returned home.
Even tho one battle been lost I couldnt see that the war would been affected. The giants and beasts circuling us was no more threat then the day before, how could they be. I summoned my most trusted generals once again and we marched upon the corridors of fright. We had heard that none that marched these corridors ever returned with full strength. We were determined to find our way towards the “reck room” of school. Only the biggest and most fierce soldiers was to enter here.
To be continued
We had reached the ending of the corridor and as we approached the doors before us to reveal the reck room, two semibeasts approached us. These were bigger and smarter versions of us, well atleast so we thought. As they came towards us we all felt the fear. As leader of the phreakonians I swiftly took a step forwards to show the others there was nothing to fear. I kept my paces strong and kept walking towards the chambers of the reck room. These semigiants grabbed not me but one of my trusted soldiers. The other soon after reached for me. We were pushed up towards the wall, face to face. When suddenly a voice called out and said “I wouldnt do that”. Now at first I thought it was meant towards me and my generals. It wasnt. I pushed one of these semi-beasts back and was set to go into battle. My pulse being at 180 and the adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Some of my generals took some steps back. As I prepared by making a fist, just seconds to be in blows with these monstrousities one of them was thrown back and landed on the ground. A huge shadow presented itself above him, picking the beast up by one hand and throwing him across the corridor with a loud thump. I knew I had seen this knight before.
The two monsters jumped him, one left and one right. They threw punch after punch at him and the knight swiftly countered, swinging his limbs in a manor I had never seen. He was fierce as he flew through the air landing one knee across the jaw of a semi-beast and before landing he reached out knocking the other semi-beast across the corridor with the back of his hand. The skill, the way he moved without taking gravity in account. It was not long before the two was scowering the roads to retreat, and the shadowknight kept his eyes open with no fear to them as he watched them limp their way into the reckroom. Looking back having seen matrix a few times I can relate back towards the battle, however I was soon to learn these arts and the name of it, kickboxing.
To be continued
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