Once again I had some freakin weird dreams last night. I only remember one though. I was dreaming that I was watching the final episode of Avatar the Last Airbender, and for some reason when Aang got to Fire Lord Ozai, the two of them became best of friends and started dancing and playing 0_0

I was like an observer, and when Zuko got there he was all like "WTF Dad!" and Ozai was all like "OMG AANG > YOU"

Thats the best way I can describe what I remember, I know it dont make much sense.

Also, I have decided on my main plot for Nano. I am going to use Vampires as the Guardians first supernatural horror to deal with, but not classical vampires.

Its a suprise though!

I got so bored today, at work, that I decided that I wanted to write down the opening to "The Guardian", my NaNoWriMo project.

And here, for your pleasure, is what I have. Its about 300 words worth of stuff. I wanted to get this down so I have SOMETHING to go with, that way I don't feel like I dont have a beginning. I personally think that this is a very decent beginning in fact! So here you are!


     The wind howled and whipped around the ledge on the mountainside, causing small flurries of snow and sleet to fly around the two men who stood facing each other. They were bloody, beaten, bruised, and one had several burns on his arms and clothing. They stood, panting in the cold, their breath forming small clouds of steam in front of them.
     “You can't win Gerrard. You know this.”
     “And neither can you Guardian! I have the vigor of youth on my side! Your body is wracked by age. You won't win and you know it. If you could, you would have beaten me by now.”
     The man known as the Guardian sighed, and glanced at his hands, wrinkled with age. He stared at his opponent. Gerrard stood confidently, his robes whipping in the wind, his hands at the ready. The wizard was good, and the Guardian knew it. But the Guardian knew something else as well, and it was with that thought that his plan was formed.
     “You are right Gerrard...I am old, and my time is due. But if I cannot survive this...neither shall you!” And with that, the Guardian focused his energy and slammed his fists into the ground, faster then Gerrard could react. A resounding crack followed, and the ledge began to quake. Gerrard stared at the old man.
     “What have you done?!”
     “Simple,” said the Guardian, “I have started a landslide. You cannot teleport, and your powers are drained enough that you cannot fly! We shall both die here, and the mountain shall be our tomb!”
     “You foolish old man!” However, before Gerrard could continue, the side of the mountain quaked, and rocks began to fall. Almost immediately after that, the ledge the two men stood on broke off, and began its fall down, taking the two men with it. The crash that followed as it impacted the ground hundreds of miles below echoed off the mountainside. Then, there was a bright flash of light, and then silence.

This has been cross-posted to my other journal, The Shiniest One!

Threw my name in the hat. Threw the gauntlet down...

NaNoWriMo will FEEL MAH WRATH! I hope 0_0 Lets hope I can keep myself interested. Given that WoW has bored me lately I am in a creative mood and possibly can pull this off. I have spent a good deal of time today workin on a outline of stuff I want to do with my story.

I am dubbing it "The Guardian".

Its blurb time!

"In a world much like our own, a single person is chosen. This person is chosen to wield a great power until their death, and must use that power in the defense of the world against supernatural and mystical forces. Assisted by an ancient order, this Guardian must master his powers, and keep the darkness at bay."

Yea its not the best blurb but it works :P I hope...maybe ;) Its hard to explain what I am going for here I guess. Expect more madness forthcoming!