the darkness is darkest before the dawn.

it's not coming...

sharp lightning flashes across the skies in sudden streaks of yellow.
the eerie light and sharp sounds strike fear into the villagers stuck in the storm.
strong gale winds tear along the large fields of crops, the leaves bending and swaying.
the wooden huts that housed the villagers rattled sharply as their terrified inhabitants cower in fear.

a flash of lightning illuminates a dark silhouette on a distant hill.
it is a young child of medium stature.
he trudges along in his mud soaked and water logged clothing.
the rags that were once his pants were sagging, clinging onto his skin like a pair of wet rice sacks.
the shirt he once wore proudly was torn, the emblem of his family torn and shredded almost to pieces.
in his right hand, he dragged a long blade.
it scratched a long line as he passed through the muddy fields.

"Momma, look! A man!"
the excited cries of a young child broke the silence in one of the houses.
the poor mother tried to close the window but to no avail, the hinge was jammed and the frame was broken anyway.
"he'll die if he just stays out there."
"i'm going to save him."
a young boy slowly opens the door to his house. clutching a big piece of cloth, he drapes it over his skinny excuse for a body and runs out.
as he quickly rushes to the tired boy outside, he realises that it is not a boy.
it is a small girl, her eyes blazing as sharp as fire even though the rain pouring down is worthy of being called a flood.
the gleaming blade she carries shows no sign of dulling.
her long and unkempt hair is draped wetly over her back.
she manages to stare at the boy for a while before losing her footing, and collapsing.
the young boy catches her lightly.
despite his stick like figure, he manages to carry her and cover her with the cloth.

raising the girl onto his shoulders, he carries her back to his house.
"i...don't need...your...help..."he hears her mumbling in her semi-conscious state.
he admired her fighting spirit, but this was not the time for foolish pride.
"keep quiet. you can whack me later."

"you...keep...your word..."

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done.

i found a way to get rid of emo or tiredness, just write a story!!!lol.

competition tmr, need to get mentally ready.

if we lose...

then too bad for us and the juniors.

how many people really care how hard we work?
how many people bother to see who does what they actually need to do, but still fail?
the end does not justify the means.
i'll do it right or not do it at all.

watch me, school.
cyber will never lose again.