I am Huxen Winters, and this is my story. - 2015

Yr 1
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Su
I smile at the death of my enemies as they spill their blood on the ground beneath me.
I Mourn and cry to those who i loved that died in the battle and those who died by it's sickness.
I cheer for the victory we gain through the hard and tough journies we've taken.
I yell out in pain for the loses we suffered in great agony and misery.
I fight for my Kingdom, i fight for my squire above my shoulder. I fight to be a Knight, to be a lord.
I fight to become the new heir king of the land. Through blood, sweat, and pain.
I will succeed and conquer my victory through hard work and dedication.
Its all a battlefield and i will die to win it all in The Great War of Success.

Fa
I fight for whats right, even if I have to betray a friend for the good of it. I will go through trails, given by many others and myself. I will conquer my victory as if I planned it all along. If I am to fail then the victory was nothing but a dream. But within the dream, how can I know if i'm living. Unless i'm living a dream all along, but soon. Everyone has to wake up from the dream, to explore the world and to realize and conquer your own fears and goals. I will fight, even to my own death to capture the stars. I will fight for whats right and conquer my own dreams and make them into my success and no one will stop me, even if i have to kill a friend to do so.

Wi
The winter has come and went, but my blood stays cold and stale on my skin and clothes. My journey has only begun and i got a lot more to go through. It will only get harder for each trail will stack up on each other to test ones intelligence and strength, and with all my power i will past them all, how ever long it would take, i will accomplish my goals.

Y2
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Sp
At last, i'm at my journey's end. Death in my arms, death all around. I can't tell if we're winning or losing. A few left to fight, worried about what lays ahead of us, between us from getting to the center of all this evil. Whether i win or lose, live or die, will i make the world peaceful again? Is up to fate, luck, or destiny. It is hard to believe something, for each goal that we have accomplish was completed by our own hands. Can you say you've done it alone with luck. Maybe fate set it aside, for you to complete or was it just destiny that set you on path the entire time. Whatever happens, i will never give up on my goals. To be the ruler, to unit the kingdoms, and bring peace back to the world. Even if i have to die on top of all evil.

Su
For what i thought was the end, was the first test to a whole story. For the many who has been defeated in battle, only a few are left standing in this fight. Two brothers that fight together with nothing to lose, an archer with everything set for him for the future. Twins of different gender, that follow each other to what lays ahead. A wife that follows in armour, no matter what is to happens stays besides her husband even if death has laid them both to rest. And a son of a god that was placed in this world to bring back peace knowing he will end up dead in the journies end.

Fa
The death of the one i love. Releasing anger, anguish, and grief. Hate, Evil, the darkness within, hasn't been so clear. Clouding above as a disease spreads to all. Two sides in one fighting amoung them selves. Hate vs Love, Good vs Evil, Honor vs Pride. For these are my own doing, the pain, the suffering, the death of the one I've could never let go. To fight a battle that couldn't be won, to release the pure darkness inside me, to bring out the purest of light. To create a greater evil then darkness itself, is to create a brighter light that was covered.

Wi
The cold, staleness of life breaths out of the wary men, walking steady knowing their last breathe as been struck. The slow steadiness of the archers, and firm grip of the men up head. As i stood in front, my face shadowed from the anguish. I was ready to fight, my men were ready to die, weither this was gonna be a bloody fight or a painful lost.

Y3
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Sp
The flag reaches high, the man everyone sees as a god falls to his knees, strucked by arrows, he kneeled with all his strength. The pain he forced himself to endured, to test how strong he really was. How powerful his mind was. He stood with his spear scratching the ground, fire all over as the underworld threw all its best. Many died, many became heroes, heroine, the forgotten will be soon be remembered. The dead will live on. The king moved slowly as the ash clouds darkened the once cheerful sky. Blood stopped pouring out from the entrance of the piercing arrows. Wishing to be reunite with his love, he was kept alive to keep fighting, a son of a god. He was not given the honorable death he wished.

Su
The soothing music of a happy town, and cheers of men and women and their childrens. Walking with a weak stance, a sadden face, weak arms. Looking behind seeing only a few out of the many that walked proudly in battle. Tear dropping off the face of the men and women that wouldn't break. The king of the kingdom that would expect to see a stronger appearance after winning a battle. He shadowed his face from the crowd, walking alone to his castle. To have everything, but lose one that mattered in his life. Closed the gates sealing himself inside.

Fa
Walking around the empty rooms, eyes warried, heavy, and slow. Looking at the past in the hall in front, like an image of hope no longer real. The love he once knew fading away slowly, the pain growing inside collasping his heart. The emptiness filling like cancer. Falling to his knees and tearing for his lost. A ghosted hand on his shower, as he looks up with a sorrowed face turning to reliefed and surprised. A missing piece returning back, hope and strength inside. Forgiveness.

Wi
Once more, he stood up in happiness. Enlightened by his sorrow, he grew new in mind, soul, heart, and body. To find the missing piece, he set himself a new mission. A goal for a brand new life to begin. All that has past, to be forgiven. To forgive others, to forgive himself before he is allowed to move on. The apperation faded, his tears dried, and sad smile grew into hope. The heart shall never bleed no more. For the journey ahead of him, has ended the first chapters. And a new one, has only begun.

Wi-2
Walking with hope he stood, smiling to the sky. As if everything was perfect. Then darkness arose once more, a dragon above breathing fire and death. Destorying the city and the people. He came over breaking apart the castle, as he was broken off from his balcony, falling to certain death. He looked into the sky with hopeless eyes as he was weak and already wounded, he could not muster any more strength to live, as he saw everything he loved get destroyed. He collasped onto the ground, with his eyes closed shut. Heat from fires all around. Why me.

Wi-3
Lost in the flames, had to breathe, mind covered by the screams of men and woman struggling to survive. I Slowly stand up, coughing out my last strength that i could bare. Flashbacks of the good memories, before death came. Before she was gone. Looking around in the darkness, ashes covering my sight and lungs. Memories flowing through my mind. Where have I gone wrong. How can i stop this. More pain, more suffering, more death.

Wi-3.5