story was made for forcefighters writing contest:
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this is my story for contest.
its far from compleet and its only the first part of the first part but here it is anyway..
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intro

Where does it come from?
This spark the need to control the flow.
Does it come from our feeling?
Does it come from our soul?
Is there anything like a soul?
Does good and evil exist?
Why do we dream? What are we?
How can we control the spark or the flow?
When we cannot solve the simplest of questions.
Maybe we should not look but that would be again or instinct.
We need to know who we are.

They say the world is built on legends and myths.
Myths of monsters and dragons and legends of the brave.
But all myths and legends have to start somewhere.

Chapter 1

The wind was waving softly over the grass.
And the smell of flowers was hanging in the air waving to getter with the wind.
It could be considered a beautiful day summer day.
But for [insert name here] it was always a good the boy was barely 12 years old.
Still he looked bright for his age.
Like most of his age his dark brown hair was cut short.
But on his face you could see a slight sign of fear.
And words started to form on his lips.
The good hearing people would have heard.
"What’s about to happen."
Everything around him looked normal and peaceful but he knew better.
All instincts of his where saying something was about to happen and it was going to be close to him!
His master would of sayed it was the "magier instinct".
But his master was death silent, which only gave [insert name here] the idea that his master felt it to.

The boy and master [insert name here] lived to getter for as long as the boy could remember.
It was unclear for the boy how long that was but he felt safe here.
He also knew that his master was the only one truly caring for him.
Even if he might be rough and though he knew better.
Behind that old face a caring man existed.

Mean while on an other part of the world.

The fire sparks dancing in the air.
Dust lands on the red water, red from blood.
The battle from men was long over but the battle of others was still going on.
Screaming cuts through the air.
A big hawk skydives until directly over the water it grabs a body.
Struggling to bring the body to the shores of the river.
The body looked white, it had cut and stab wounds in the back.
Death he looked but the bird could hear otherwise.
Soft breaths, small heart beats, moving blood the bird feels hear and smell it all.
And it liked it, it wants to just bite a piece of meat of the body.
But stopped its self when it saw a green fog appearing.
"You would like to take a bite out of him wouldn’t you?"
The bird scrist hearing this whisper.
"Change back before you like to build nests"
The voice was sarcastic.
The bird grew, sound of bones cracking filled the air, and the bird changed form and color.
And a naked boy was lying down in the ashes.
"If you can’t handle the animal forms simple don’t use them."Sayed the voice
"Yes master" rolled of the boys lips.
The green fog was replaced by a figure in shades.
When did he chance?
"So how is our old 'friend', heard his heart when you wanted to eat him?"
The boy couldn’t see what was under the shades but imagined his master had grins on his face.
"His alive but barely"
With his staff the shaded pushed the body so he could so it more careful.
The body was dressed in a white tunic with blue lines.
And a short knife holder on his belt.
He has a long face with a cut mark on his chin and brown hair.
His eyes are complete white like if the body was death.
His eyes where white!!!!
"The eyes are White!!!" the shaded screamed it.
Scared of the scream the boy jumps backwards.

"YOU SHALL NEVER HAVE ME" it was a whisper but hurted the ears more then his masters scream.
Looking where it comes from he saw the body lips move.
Who was that? A mage, wizard maybe a druid?
He noticed his body couldn’t move ,was this magic or just fear?
Around the body green light started forming.
Until he could only see a green light everywhere around him.
Followed by a flash of blackness.
It was only then his body could move again.
And slowly his sight returned.
The wind felt cold on his still naked body.
There was no trace of the body or of his master.