The weather will remain the same for the next few months. That means, it will be cool and humid; it will rain often and the wind and the clouds will dominate. That’s how it is here year round. The weather is always strong and threatening with occasional harsh winds and heavy downpours. This is no place for a mere human to live, but the Tauren race thrives here. They are happy and contented as they lived and work hard to maintain a good balance with the natural forces or ‘mother nature’, as they call her. They love nature and living with her in harmony.This was written on my laptop whenever I had a break from my intense studies. It is about the adventures and misfortunes of a man who didn't have the gift of life,and yet he wanted to live.It is about his struggles, his courage and his dreams.
When he was born, Mala had no heartbeat. His parents did not despair of him,for they love him very much. But life was difficult. People looked at, whispered about the baby boy, and the child never heard any of it. His father was a poor farmer. He took care Mala, and was disappointed to see him grow weak each day.
Mala was freed.A great warrior once wrote, "A man fights, ... for that which he loves.
... because he knows the darkness in his heart, and fears
what will become of him if he does not."
I loved only once, and you know her name, I think.
I was ten when I first saw her. At first I said nothing to her;
I had pulled my lower lip into my mouth and stood watching
her, like a seed blown in the wind. Her hair was the color
of the sky on a clear day. No more than an inch of brown hair
left her head. She wore it as braided ropes; she had
ponytails and plaits. A few days of errands and we'd go
fishin'.
I admired those braids and coils until I learned
she wasn't gonna comb them out; hell, I still love 'em.
She's thin, but so what?
I was tellin' the truth... right?
I wanted to touch her, to see if she was real. She was."I am a man of honour," Said the fat knight. "I can be trusted. So why won't you take me to your lair?"
"You don't remember me, do you?" The owl asked.
"Remember you?" The knight looked taken aback. "This is the first time I have ever seen you. What makes you think I'd remember you?"
"That is a fat lie." The owl replied. "You can always tell a gentleman from a liar."
"Well I must say you are mistaken," The knight replied. "I have not seen you before, my good bird."
"So what the man said was true?" The owl replied. "You have truly forgotten everything. You have forgotten the one you once loved. You have forgotten the very stories you told. Well, I have not. And I will not. I will sing you a song. A song of love and death."
"I have never heard that story before," The knight replied. "But a song you have that I do not know? Go on. Let me hear it."
"Once upon a time there lived a knight," The owl sang. "A knight with a heart of gold. There were no creatures he would rather save. He was brave and bold. He was the greatest of all knights. And there was a princess who was loved by a gem. Her name was Avalia and her kindness was the kindest ever seen."
"I have never heard this song before," The knight replied. "But it sounds quite beautiful."
"And so on their journey, they met a lion. They lived happily ever after, and lived happily ever after. They lived happily ever after. And they lived happily ever after. And they lived happily ever after," The owl finished.
"This is a very beautiful story," The knight replied. "I think I do remember the song that goes along with it. I wish you had saved this for me until now, as I was sure you had saved a song to hear when I was dead.
