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Macavelius Chronicles: Jason Horn Ch.4
    A grinning Bacchus appeared in front me bringing me out of my thoughts. Wait… he's upside down? “Uh... how?” His grin turned into a childlike smirk,
    “Lets just say that I am a being of power, and I am capable of many things.” He winked at me and made a motion with his hand. A section of the wall on my left slid silkily apart from the structure and floated across the hallway pausing before the other wall and then punched it out with a similar smoothness. The result was two square holes that showed a inscrutable darkness on either side of us.
    Desperate for some normality I asked, “Can you put the wall back… please?”
    Bacchus sighed his mouth dipping into a child-like pout, “Mortals have lost the true meaning of fun.” he replaced the walls before his expression slipped back into a cheshire grin.
    “Anyway, you need to hurry
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Macavelius Chronicles: Jason Horn Ch.3
    The door I had just attempted to knock had been opened before my hand had even reached it. Well, opened into my face that is…
    “Things should hurt less here.” I grumbled into my hands holding my face in annoyance
    “I agree.” said a masculine voice above me. Startled I scrambled back a foot. In front of me was a very handsome boy that appeared to be around my age. In contrary to my scrapped together appearance he was wearing a outfit that was not without a sense of affluence. He wore a grey suit jacket and a black dress shirt along with jeans and heavy looking gold and silver belt. To complete the look the eyes embedded in his unscarred face were both a deep emerald green that shined with a hidden intelligence.
    He held out a hand and said, “Sorry if I scared you, nice to meet you, my names Gabriel Florence.” I noticed he had a tinge of an english accent
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Macavelius Chronicles: Jason Horn Ch.2
    “Next please...”
    “Huh, what? Where..?” I trailed off as I realized that wherever I had been brought to it was very different from what I usually woke up to. All around me the landscape was a flat grey plain of nothingness that seemed to stretch on and on. There were only 4 things that broke the monotony of the landscape, the first was a gigantic line of humanoids that appeared to stretch into the horizon and past even that. The second thing was a secretarial desk with a old computer on top, Behind which a man was sitting and staring at me. He had somehow nailed the textbook cliche librarian look, spectacles and all. The third and forth things were a set of doors that were freestanding and apparently led to nowhere. One was wooden and plain with no decorations, it was placed to the side of the desk and had a makeshift wooden sign hanging from it that said “Staff”. With a blinding difference the other doo
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Macavelius Chronicles: Jason Horn Ch.1/Intro
    Hello and welcome! My name is Macavelius the storyteller, and today, I will attempt to dazzle, astonish and amaze you! To strike wonder and fear into your puny human hearts..!
“Ehem”, now my dear listeners, close your eyes and open your ears, for this is a story you would never wish to miss
    I woke to the horrible sound of someone's alarm blaring, a screeching whine equivalent in horror to that of nails on a chalkboard. Oh wait, thats my alarm… Out of all of the preset alarms programed, this was the single most annoying and also unfortunately the only sound capable of waking me up. My hand scrabbled desperately across the desk in a valiant attempt to shut off the wailing siren. As preordained by some slightly sadistic god, my attempts succeeded only in knocking, the alarm clock, some badly sketched artwork and a very beat up lamp, into a cascading pile on the floor. I thrust a leg into the pile, stretching to get to the accursed ch
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Hello! Welcome to a random page in a sea of paper...

I am currently in high school, and have a unhealthy obsession with manga, anime and lot and lots of videogames.
I'm also an avid reader, devouring books is often my most common pastime
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Corrupted Wings
"Those who do not move do not notice their chains."
Rosa Luxemburg


Something I did a while ago but never got around to posting till now.
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    A grinning Bacchus appeared in front me bringing me out of my thoughts. Wait… he's upside down? “Uh... how?” His grin turned into a childlike smirk,
    “Lets just say that I am a being of power, and I am capable of many things.” He winked at me and made a motion with his hand. A section of the wall on my left slid silkily apart from the structure and floated across the hallway pausing before the other wall and then punched it out with a similar smoothness. The result was two square holes that showed a inscrutable darkness on either side of us.

    Desperate for some normality I asked, “Can you put the wall back… please?”

    Bacchus sighed his mouth dipping into a child-like pout, “Mortals have lost the true meaning of fun.” he replaced the walls before his expression slipped back into a cheshire grin.

    “Anyway, you need to hurry up, the others are almost at the end.” He disappeared in a flash of silver light, reappearing farther along the hall where the majority of the group was. Sighing I increased my pace.

    After I had offered my agreement in this grand scheme, Bacchus had quickly snapped his fingers, making a ornate doorway appear in the wall. He then told us that since we would be journeying to the Gods stronghold we mortals would have to go the old fashioned way, meaning no portals.

    “Jason? Everything okay back there?” Gabriel’s voice snapped me back to reality.

    “...Sorry, yeah all good” I looked down at my feet and kept walking.

    Some time later a voice woke me from my reverie, “Is everyone seeing what I'm seeing...?” Lilliane’s voice held an all encompassing awe, forcing me to look for the source. It was hard to miss, in front of us was a set of doors so large that the closest comparison might have been the Gateway Arch in Missouri. To say it was intimidating would be a understatement, the door was a gold so bright it seemed at though it was a small cross section of the sun. Embedded into the door were multiple bands of gemstones stretching across the doors, each strip showing a frieze in which thousands of small stories were told in the shimmering light of divinity.

    Bacchus stretched his arms in a flourish presenting us the doors, “Welcome to the stronghold of the gods, prepare to be amazed.” without further ado he turned and pressed his palms against the doors, slowly but surely pushing them open.

    A blaze of gold light hit my eyes, I raised my hand to shade my eyes and saw a sight I would remember for the rest of my existence.

    Stretching into the furthest reaches of sight was an expanse of night with sparkling stars intermixed to create an aura of pure white light combined with a blanket of incessant darkness. In front of us a crystalline bridge stretched until it met a disk of the same structure. Surrounding the disk was an array of crystal stairs leading to a multitude of portals each showing a different landscape; one barren and bland, another a green jungle paradise and yet another a storming sea which shot lightning every which way. On the opposing side of the disk was a much larger and grandiose version of the staircases interlaced with gold and precious gems. On top of the stairs was a gigantic golden palace.

    “I’ll admit it, I’m amazed.” Gabriel turned to Bacchus and smirked, “Now, what's next?”

    Bacchus’ eyes began to glow brighter and his cheshire grin was now in full form, “Follow me.” he said and began strolling down the bridge.

    “What is this place..?” Mia asked, her voice filled with wonder.

    “We call it the Stronghold, but it's really more of a crossroads between worlds, every one of those portals are pathways to a variety of worlds, each its own distinct habitat. The palace is where we, the gods, meet, discuss and strategize. It will also be your home and training grounds from here on out.”

    We continued walking until we had passed through the nexus of portals and arrived at the beginning of the stairs. We forged on and arrived at the foot of the palace, a grand affair, like a combination of some greek temple and a grand mansion. Inside however, was on a completely different level, a large parlor stretched into an extravagant dining room which in turn transferred into something similar to that of an indoor gym. Two spiral staircases led up to the second level which was made up entirely of hotel-esque rooms. On the third level was the largest theater/boardroom I had ever seen, Bacchus told us that it held over 300 seats. I stared at it all, taking it in. He led us back down to the dinning hall and sat us down.

    “Now we have something very special to discuss. As us gods will be bestoing each of you with a certain amount of divinity each of you will receive certain... powers if you will,” the room seemed to melt away as Bacchus continued, “the first and most basic powers you four will be receiving are control and summoning types. For example one of you may gain the power to control wind or lightning or darkness.”

    Gabriel's eyes narrowed, “This all seems so unreal… Is this some kind of scam?” Bacchus stared back at him emotionlessly, giving nothing away.

     Lilliane grabbed Gabriel's shoulder “Gabriel what-” he shrugged her off angrily and stood knocking his chair away.

    “Just think about it, this seemingly all powerful person has appeared, yet all of these-” he rose his hands in air quotes “uses of power, could easily be produced by movie sets, illusions and machinery.” He ended his monologue and glared at Bacchus. As much as I wanted this experience to be true, I began to see things Gabriel’s way. As amazing as Bacchus had appeared, everything he had done could have been reproduced admittedly at a relatively high cost. I glanced at Gabriel, again getting that sense of general affluence. Perhaps-

    “Well, for the record I believe that Mr. Bacchus is exactly who he says he is.” Mia had startled me once again, the girl just seemed to melt into the shadows. She continued “ Mr. Bacchus, would it be at all possible to show us the full extent of your powers, or some type of proof. I think that it would be the best course of action to appease these three.”

    All the while, Bacchus had sat, his fingers steepled, a serene expression on his face, “Why of course my dear.” he turned to address us all, “Prepare yourselves.” Bacchus rose from his chair and slowly drifted off the ground until he was floating a few feet above us. His eyes glazed over, shifting entirely to a silver sheen that glowed and sparked. His form began to ripple, a crown of thorns appearing on his brow, his suit jacket disappeared baring his chest, grey slacks shifted in color becoming a deep red cloth embroidered with gold which draped around his waist. He glowed as if he was on fire, yet there were no flames. His presence pressed down on me like an extra atmosphere, you could smell the ozone in the air bespeaking his power. It was undeniable that the being before me had a terrifying amount of power.

    "Will this suffice?"  

    Mia grinned "I do so believe it will be, thank you Bacchus." I could only stare in amazement as he floated into his chair. He leaned back and placed both feet on the table.

    I swallowed, “Uh... well…  Lord Bacchus please go on, how will we gain these powers.”

    Bacchus grinned wolfishly, “Well, a trial of worthiness of course.” A portal opened up below my feet and I tipped backwards into darkness...


Macavelius Chronicles: Jason Horn Ch.4
Forth chapter, sorry about wait, schools crazy... yet again feedback, grammar/spelling, and general criticism is welcome.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!I am a dummy! 

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Mass Incarceration
Project I did for school...

The United States has 5% of the world population yet, we have 25% of the "Incarcerated" population.

This means that out every four people in prison, one of them is American.

Best of all, in the U.S. there is a huge discrepancy between white and black incarceration, 1 out every 17 for whites, 1 out of every 3 for blacks, insane.

If you would like to learn more about this topic, there is a powerful documentary called, 13th directed by Ava DuVernay.
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    The door I had just attempted to knock had been opened before my hand had even reached it. Well, opened into my face that is…

    “Things should hurt less here.” I grumbled into my hands holding my face in annoyance

    “I agree.” said a masculine voice above me. Startled I scrambled back a foot. In front of me was a very handsome boy that appeared to be around my age. In contrary to my scrapped together appearance he was wearing a outfit that was not without a sense of affluence. He wore a grey suit jacket and a black dress shirt along with jeans and heavy looking gold and silver belt. To complete the look the eyes embedded in his unscarred face were both a deep emerald green that shined with a hidden intelligence.

    He held out a hand and said, “Sorry if I scared you, nice to meet you, my names Gabriel Florence.” I noticed he had a tinge of an english accent that contributed to the image of affluence.

    I got to my feet and attempted to calm myself, “Ah, no, it's fine… Would you happen to… like... have any idea of what's going on?”

    He stretched, extending his arms to their full length extenuating well defined shoulders. Ugh is it possible to get any more jealous? Must have girls all over him… He relaxed looking thoughtful and said, “Unfortunately I probably only know as much as you do. But ahh.. Did you… For lack of a better word, die?”

    I hesitated unsure of what to say, he held his hands up in a placating gesture. “You don’t have to tell my what happened, I'm just trying to figure things out, same as you.” His expression was sympathetic and I felt myself relax a bit.

    “Yeah… I’m not entirely sure, but that's probably what happened…” I looked at my feet unsure how to feel.

    He gave me a tenuous smile and said, “On another note, you should meet the others,” his grin widened, “they're both cute girls.” before I could respond he turned and quickstepped through the open doorway. Frowning I followed him though, the room was set up in a way that reminded me of a presidential office. In front of me were two couches set sideways with a coffee table in between them, behind that was a wooden desk and a large leather cushioned chair. My attention shifted back to the couches. Two girls were sitting on them, one per couch. Both looked up as I entered the room. I blushed as they both stared at me, the girl to my right had light brown hair in a short pixie cut. She was wearing a plain white tank top and grey pajama shorts bearing a paleish midrife and legs. The girl to my left had a bit more modest look, dirty blonde shoulder length hair, a black sweater and form fitting jeans.

    Gabriel grinned at me again and said, “So this is… oh… ugh, I’m sorry, I forgot to ask your name.” he looked horrified as if this breach of edicate would be his undoing.

    I smiled kindly, “It’s okay… I’m Jason Horn.”

    He smiled back, “Nice to meet you Jason.”

    The girl to my right beamed and said, “I’m Lilliane Stafford, you can call me Lily, I hope we get along!” Her voice seemed a bit bubbly which clashed with the serious look the other girl was giving me.

    “Mia Emer.” compared to Lilliane she had a much quieter and softer voice “Nice to meet you.”

    Gabriel sighed, “I wish someone would actually tell us what's going on.”

    “YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED!” The four of us jumped to our feet searching for the source of the noise, a silver flash of light emanated from the desk chair and swiftly faded. In its place a man with strikingly pure white hair wearing a grey suit was sitting and examining his nails.

    “Sorry about the flashy entrance, I just can't resist.” He smirked and looked up at us with glowing silver eyes.

    Gabriel and Lilliane’s mouths had practically dropped to the floor, I glanced at Mia who also seemed uninclined to speak for a while, I grimaced steeling myself, “Umm, would you please tell us what is happening…?” Lilliane was able to regain her composure enough to nod in agreement before sitting back down.

    The man scrutinized me for a moment and said, “I will get to that in a moment.” He paused, “AND THAT MOMENT IS NOW!”

    “AGHH!” Gabriel jumped as if he had been smacked, he slowly slid into a sitting position on the one of the couches. Lilliane who was currently sprawled out on the same couch had fallen into a fit of giggles. I sat down as well, chuckling to myself, and motioned for Mia to do the same. The man leaned forward propping up his elbows on the desk.

    “My name is Bacchus, as you may have guessed, I am a god.” he grimaced “Well a minor one at least.”

    Gabriel pressed his palms against his closed eyes, “Gods are real… right why not.” A bit of exasperation sneaking into his voice.

    Bacchus sighed “Well in complete honesty, were just a giant amount of immortals with some powers, not much else… Also it would appear that before we,” he raised his hands making quotation motions, “The Gods, existed, the entire construct of the universe was already in place, makes me think we inherited it or something.” His grin had returned. Gabriel groaned, “I feel like my brain is melting.” The four of us snickered as he raised a fist in mock outrage.

    Bacchus sobered, “Well I suppose I owe you people an explanation, especially if Gabriel's brain is melting…” Gabriel glared at him “Heh. Anyway, the reason the four of you have been called here is because… drumroll please,” The four of us stared at him, “Yeesh tough crowd huh… Well, in recent times there have been certain incursions made by creatures that do not belong in this dimension. We call them demons, they tend to… well, rip holes in reality if we don't get to them in time…”

    Lilliane spoke up, “If I may voice a question… Your a giant group of powerful Gods correct? Why can’t you just deal with this on your own?”

    Chuckling, Bacchus responded with the same vigor, “Very astute of you, the main problem is that we rely on prayer to empower us, without faith we are unable to do much but wait for a ragnarok of sorts, and unfortunately not all of us receive that commodity anymore.” He sighed, “I’m running on fumes myself… Now, as I was saying before, because we no longer receive prayer and faith as we used to, we have been forced into using human avatars to protect the realms. You four will be the first, although we have hope that we need no others as this will cripple a few of our heavy hitters.”

    “Why aren’t you using people who are still alive? I would think that reviving someone would take a lot of your divinity.” I had forgotten Mia was sitting next to me, embarrassed I felt my cheeks flame as she met my eyes.

    “Simply because, humans who have passed on and have received the blessing of a god are able to travel between realms, whereas live humans are unable to even move into the fourth dimension.” He gasped and covered his mouth “Forget I said that…”

    Mia spoke again calling me out of my own thoughts, “But why us, why not someone with more experience, or someone stronger, or smarter, or-”

    His eyes flashing with mirth, Bacchus stood, “You are underestimating yourself, you are all geniuses in your own rights… But, we also needed younger minds as they are more malleable, able to accept what was improvable and most likely impossible. If the same pressures were put on someone even a year older it would likely break their mind... As for why we chose the four of you in particular… All of your so called ‘accidental deaths’ were actually orchestrated by demons, you were all destined for great heights and those destiny's were cut short, we felt it was only fair that you would have the chance to achieve greatness elsewhere.” He starred pointedly at Mia, she looked down avoiding his gaze.

    He turned to face all of us. “Now are you willing to join us in this cause? After all, everyone dreams of saving the universe, why not actually do it?”

    Gabriel’s response was instantaneous jumping up he yelled, “ I. Am. Fricking. In! Whos with me?” he cast a sidelong glance at Lilliane, she sighed, stood and clapped Gabriel’s back, “I’ll do it, just don’t make me regret this.” she glanced at Bacchus and then back at me. Mia gave a small smile and stood as well, “Not much of a choice is it? I’m in.” Bacchus offered me a hand up, I grinned and took it, “Let's go save the universe.”


Macavelius Chronicles: Jason Horn Ch.3
Third chapter, lots of new characters... yet again feedback, grammar/spelling, and general criticism is welcome.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!I am a dummy! 
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Hiya mate, welcome to DA :D I'd also like to thank you for the watch. Cheers! :irishman: :burp: 
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zsanjani Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for watching me :D
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Thank YOU! love your art!:happybounce: 
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