<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052</id><updated>2011-08-19T09:43:54.751-07:00</updated><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>☯ Lawlietth's ®õtTëN Wô®Ð§ ☯</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-7323802798262395482</id><published>2011-07-14T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:29:59.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Part 1 - The Rise ( 3- "Prisoner")</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;          -I know you won't be able to do much- Min says -You are not stronger enough.&lt;br /&gt;        -What can I do to be better Min?- I ask her. I'm desperate to know, I want her approval so much. I don't want to disappoint her.&lt;br /&gt;        -Nothing. You are worthless. Everybody knows your face now. We'll be better off if you just disappear.- she walks away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone on the forest, just outside the wall. How careless of us staying calm here just outside the wall. I hide under the trees, hope no one saw us. I look for Min, but I don't see her anymore. She should have been inside the wall already. I love her so much I can't just disappear. There must be a way. If I could just take my face away. There are acids soldiers use to torture us. It is said if the acid touches our skin it's painful as if one billion needles were shot at us at the same time. You never forget the pain but it changes the skin. If I could get some of that acid and pour it on my face then she'll accept me again.&lt;br /&gt;        -Will you do that for just a girl?-Jae asks.&lt;br /&gt;        -She's not just any girl!-I yell at him.&lt;br /&gt;        -You should be thinking on how to defeat the Ruler and forget about Min! Wasn't that what Sam taught you?&lt;br /&gt;        -You know nothing!-I really hate this guy.&lt;br /&gt;Jae starts laughing again. His face distorts into something inhuman. I back up. There are wings coming out of his spine, golden wings. I look for something to defend me. A weapon, maybe a stone. I find a sword next to a tree. I take it.&lt;br /&gt;        -Will you kill me?-he asks.&lt;br /&gt;        -Yes!-I say, but somehow I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;        -Do so, then. If it's your desire. But I can promise you, if you try and fail, I'll take Min's heart and feed it to the mutants. You have to learn to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;        -I won't fail!-&lt;br /&gt;I run towards him. I'm furious and frustrated. My movements are slow, like running in water. His face distorts into a monster. I target him, I know I can't fail. He flies away, disappearing on the insides of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;        -Min!- I yell.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize the sword. I look at my hands and they are blackened. The forest disappears and I can hear the soldiers coming my way. This is just a dream. I'm dreaming. Nothing here is real. I laugh. And then I hear a piercing scream. My heart stops. It's Min. Her screams and my screams combined turn my world upside down and I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up sweating. I'm still screaming and shaking. I stand up.&lt;br /&gt;        -It was just a dream- I say to my self to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;Inhale. Exhale. Just as Sam taught me to do when I was nervous. I need to calm down. The doors open. I don't want to turn back to see who's coming. I'm not ready to see Jae face.&lt;br /&gt;        -It was just a dream.-a soft voice says.&lt;br /&gt;I turn around. There's a girl on the door. Her eyes are just like Jae, her skin is similar. She is short with dark hair. Unlike Jae, she seems friendly.&lt;br /&gt;        -Are you fine?-she asks.&lt;br /&gt;        -Yes... yes.&lt;br /&gt;        -My name is Hye. You should be hungry Kim. Please, follow me.- she starts walking away.&lt;br /&gt;I follow her. Finally I'm outside the white room. All I can see is a long hallway with more rooms with closed doors. The walls are made of dark metal. There's nothing more but doors. It seems like a dormitory, but I'm not sure. There are not picture frames, no decoration on the hallway. Everything is just metal and darkness. We walk in silence for some minutes when we finally reach some stairs.&lt;br /&gt;        -Upstairs you will find the bathrooms. There are clean clothes for you already there. After you are done please join us downstairs at the hall. I will be waiting for you.- she says and goes downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward being here. I know I should take the opportunity and clean my self and then go downstairs to get some breakfast. Or dinner. Whatever time it is. Sam would have taken the opportunity to know more about this people. I go upstairs. This reminds me of school bathrooms. I saw a movie once with other kids about some aliens chasing some students who hide in a school bathrooms. I gave up a smile. I almost never smile, but somehow I feel safe. It's been a while since I last showered with warm water. I took the robe I'm wearing and put it aside. I get inside on one of the cubicles and feel stupid. I don't know how this works. There are buttons on the right wall. One blue, one red. I don't like red, since it reminds me of Jae eyes. I push the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;        -Holy crap!- I yell.&lt;br /&gt;Cold water run down my spine and makes me shiver. I push the red button and relax. Warm water. I close my eyes and let the water run on me. There's soap and a bottle with some liquid I've never seen before. It smells nice, like strawberries. I finish showering and go out the shower cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;        -Feeling better my friend?-I froze.&lt;br /&gt;        -I'm here. Hello!- some one says.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared now. The voice is close enough to me to touch but I can't see who it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;        -Hooo, right. Sometimes I forget I'm invisible to human eyes.- the voice says.&lt;br /&gt;I wear the clothes Hye had said were meant for me and hurry downstairs. I don't even want to know who that voice belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;        -I'll see you downstairs buddy!-it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hallway with the doors again. I start walking away from the stairs when some one takes my arm.&lt;br /&gt;        -I've been waiting for you- Hye says.&lt;br /&gt;        -There's someone upstairs. I.. I..-I babble.&lt;br /&gt;        -It's just Syn, he wanted to clean himself for a moment before dinning.- I stare at her, - he's friendly - she adds.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on my arm she takes me downstairs. The stairs seems longer than the ones for going upstairs. Or maybe it is because I feel uneasy being with these people I don't know. She lets go of my arm and walks in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;        -There are few of us here, but mostly is just people like you. We can say we are on the same side, with differences, but fighting for the same cause. You can relax now and feel free to explore our home.- She said before stopping. -One more thing. If you ever touch Jae again, I'll annihilate you.-Hye finally said with the sweetest smile she could manage while opening the door. -Welcome to the great Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of noise. People busy talking and laughing seems not to notice me. I step inside the huge room. It's shaped like a star and on every spike on the ceiling there is a incandescent light. There are column of tables on the middle with a lot of people eating. I follow her closely since I don't want them to notice me. But somehow it doesn't work. Everyone turns around. Hye seems to enjoy being observed and she seemed comfortable. She looked friendly before, now I'm scared of her.&lt;br /&gt;        -Kim!-Jae calls me, - come over here!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's sight is on me. I walk slowly towards Jae. He is seated on the corner of the closest table. There are tow girls to his right side and a huge armored statue double the size of a really tall human to his left.&lt;br /&gt;        -Buddy!- the armored statue says and I froze one more time. Jae laughs.&lt;br /&gt;        -Syn! don't scare our guest!-Jae says looking at me with that annoying smile. -Hope you are feeling better Kim! let me introduce my teammates!- he stands up, obviously loving being the center of attention of the entire room.&lt;br /&gt;        -Everyone! This is Kim, a fighter just like us!- everyone stays silence. -Kim, say hi. -he encourages me with a look that says if I don't do so I'll be in trouble. I remember my dream. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have to learn to be polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        -My name is Kim. I'm from the 3rd kingdom who surrendered to the Ruler's will. Thank you for saving my life.&lt;br /&gt;Applause. Everyone is greeting me now. Some even stand from their table to shake my hand. I can see the majority are elders. You almost never get to see an elder, most of the people die young because of sickness. I'm amazed to see children. There are ten children laughing and pointing at me. Having fun of me. It makes me feel happy. Whatever these people motives are, are way better than ours. Hye takes my arm once more and takes me to the table, next to Jae, and the talking armor named Syn.&lt;br /&gt;        -Sorry I scared you buddy! I'm not used to new people.- Syn said.&lt;br /&gt;        -What are you? you scared me on the bathrooms, you said you were invisible and I...&lt;br /&gt;        -I'm sorry,- he says one more time -I'm not used to new people.&lt;br /&gt;        -Haha! Syn is shy! don't ask him a lot of questions or he will run away! Here Kim, eat this.&lt;br /&gt;I eat. There's chicken soup and vegetables. There's bread and something like cheese. I try to eat slowly but I'm starving. I eat till my stomach is about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;        -Thank you- I say when I finished my last pea. Jae stares at me with a surprised expression.&lt;br /&gt;        -You are very welcome, I knew you could manage to be polite Kim- Jae says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;        - I told you before Jae, you should let the newcomers to me. You always leave a bad first impression. -Hye says. Syn laughs.&lt;br /&gt;        -It's true. Real. I almost killed you when I first met you.- Syn says.&lt;br /&gt;        -The reason is because  you talk too much- one of the two woman, at Jae side, the one with big eyebrows, says.&lt;br /&gt;        -You should take the advise and talk less - the other woman with normal eyebrows says. Both of them are alike.&lt;br /&gt;        -It's my charisma! Don't listen to them Kim, I'm pretty sure you adored me the first time you met me. It's our destiny after all!&lt;br /&gt;        -Destiny? - I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;        -To fight together! You know how hard it was for us to find you! And now that you have finally join us... I won't let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-7323802798262395482?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/7323802798262395482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=7323802798262395482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/7323802798262395482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/7323802798262395482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2011/07/part-1-rise-prisoner.html' title='Part 1 - The Rise ( 3- &quot;Prisoner&quot;)'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-5819451807840001807</id><published>2011-07-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:29:47.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Part 1 - The Rise ( 2- "Peacemaker")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;If I have to chose a word to describe my life it would be the word desperate. I would like the phrase: "Kim, unloved, was Desperate to live" to be read on my tomb. In that way the peasants would know I was one of those who held hope in his heart; not just one of those who remained seated on their stone beds waiting for sickness to come and take them away to a better world. I should have told Min about my hidden fears and desires. I should have told her I love her, that she was family to me, that I was sorry for the all the hardship she's been trough. I know she would just ignore me, but I should have told her anyway. I remember when I first found her and Sam. I was 6 year old, and my parents had just passed away. They perished fighting for me. My parents, they wanted me to live a normal life. The fought till the last minute, and died just seconds before help arrived. Sam and other 20 or so people, warriors, heroes, came and rescued us, the kids that survived the killing, and who were destined to a horrible faith. There were 6 children, me being the oldest one, who were taken by the soldiers that day and who were rescued that same night by Sam and his warriors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sam was the master and commander. He lead us to safety and comfort to a place we could call home. What he promised was done, what he wanted was granted. He saved a lot of people during the war when the Government started collecting all the children. Since I was one of the luckiest kids on the world, I devoted my life to him. He promised me revenge on my parents death, and I promised to fight at his side. He showed me how to fight, how to be smart, how to blend. On public he treated me just like any other kid. When no one was looking he trained me to become one like him. Sam lived 60 years. He spent his last 15 with me. He was betrayed by one of our kind, who was lured by the Ruler's words. He was captured, and killed. His death was even televised and poster with the Ruler standing on his dead body were hung every were. War ceased, there were less deaths and people stopped believing in us. Some said that the soldiers were sent to bring peace and we, rebels, were the ones killing our own people. When our hopes were being destroyed Min stand up and showed us the way to be invisible. She showed us how to go from the insides to the outsides of the wall. She gave us the way to enter the Red House, the palace, the Ruler's home, without being noticed. In 4 years, she gave us what Sam tried for 30 years. Min, along with other kids were caving tunnels below the ground we were so recklessly fighting. And it wasn't just that, she was smart, she learned how to operate an airship, how to use a computer, how to wire to make secure or hideout. Min became crucial to our cause just as Sam was. While Min was valuable with her knowledge, Sam was with his words. If she could just speak like Sam, we would have the same support from people like we used to have before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Min. She gives me strength. I can't just die here. I have to stand up. I have to get on that airship. I have to survive. I open my eyes. Everything is quiet. I'm not on the ground anymore. I'm not inside the palace neither. I'm on small white room with no windows, but a single door. There are needles on my arm. There is a person on a chair next to the only door in the room. I manage to sit on the bed. This place seems like one of those Hospitals that were used long time ago to threat the sick. Was I captured? I don't feel sore nor ill. Maybe those who captured me treated me first to torture me later. The more pain I can feel the best the reward they will get. I look around for my bag and my clothes. Nothing's here but the bed and some machines beeping. I noticed I'm not tied. I should just go, look for my bag and leave. I know it won't be easy, but I have to try. I stand up. The floor on the room lighten up. The stranger seated next to the door awakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Going somewhere?- he asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Where am I? Who are you? Where is my bag?- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Too much questions! I'm so tired! I wish I could be on a bed like the one you are right now.. So, how are you feeling now? You lost too much blood! You should have told me you were shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Was I shot?- I look at my body, there's not a single scratch visible. I try to look at my back, and I realize how stupid I look right know since the stranger is laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -You were treated already. You won't be able to find where you were shot. I can tell you if you ask nicely.- He stares at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don't like this guy. He seems to be my same age or even younger. He looks foreign, there's something exotic about his features. I stare back at him. I try to keep cool but he defeats me. I look away. He laughs again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Right here.-he touches my chest, just above where my heart has to be. -It almost killed you. If it weren't for me, you'll be dead by now. You should be thankful.- he says with a calm voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I look at where he touched me. there's no scar. I have been already treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Who are you? - I can't stand him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking who am I? You're not polite enough I see. That would lead you to nowhere my dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I stand up taking out the needles and trowing them to the floor. There's blood on my arm but I don't care. I walk to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -If you get out of this room you'll be killed.- he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I turn back and look at him. I give him a dirty look, one of those looks girls often give me when I'm rude to them. I open the door nonetheless and attempt to escape. But it's just a failed attempt. There's an invisible barrier on my way. I'm definitively not in the Red House. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -I don't want you dead. What would Min do without you?-he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Min? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Yes! Min, with her adorable curls and her girly face! Even though both of us know she's more of a man than most soldiers fighting for the Ruler... she often deceives me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -So, we're on the same side?-If he knows Min, he's an ally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Have we killed you yet?- he doesn't give me a straight answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Where is Min?-I keep with my questions, I should be able to get some answers. Sam used to said, when we need answers all we have to do is keep asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -I don't know! I hope you know!-he gives me as an answer. I start losing control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Hey! Listen to me. I don't want to keep with this game and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -What game? I'm in!-he interrupts me and I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -You said you don't want to play this game, and I'm asking what game? I'm so bored right now. You are so boring, you know! I could play some games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I can't stand it anymore I run against him and punch him right on his face. I know I punched him hard because now he's bleeding from his right eyebrow. He stares at me with a surprised expression. A smile is forming on his lips when I trow my fist to his face again. I want to erase that stupid smile from his lips. He evades me but doesn't fight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Fight me!-I yell at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -I'm a pacemaker. I don't fight unless I have to kill. And as I said before, I don't want you dead.-The smile is gone now.-It seems I need to get serious now before you hurt my pretty face one more time... My name is Jae. I'm a deserted warrior from the Government. I was injured at war and was no longer needed for service. Now I'm fighting against them. It's a pleasure to met you Kim.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I stare at him, waiting for him to burst off laughing. But he doesn't. He stays calm looking at me with sorrow eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -So if we're not fighting against each other and we have an enemy in common does it make us allies?- I dare to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -I'm actually wondering that. Could we fight together? I'm not sure. We differ on some things, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Like what? We're fighting to bring up peace! To free our children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -No. You aren't fighting. You are sending your own people to get kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -What?-how dare he!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Do  you people know what the Government did to the children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -They took them away from their parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -They turned them on killing machines. You know there's an army protecting the Ruler and his family. An army of 5000 soldiers. The survival of the war. The kids of your people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Those are no longer our children.- Even though I know they are, they are not. Once the Government took the children they made horrible experiments on them. Mutants were created. Mutants stronger than a human. With no conciseness. With no feelings. With no fear. Their humanity were destroyed. That's why we don't consider them our children anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -I know what you are thinking. And you, my friend are wrong one more time.- he smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -How can we-I emphasizes the word 'we'- be wrong when we have seen them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -You have seen the failures. The mutants, as you call them, were the weak ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Prove it!- I can't just believe a stranger I just met, can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -Prove it? Have you ever seen a real soldier? One of the royal army? Well, you are just seeing one! I'm one of the children you want to freed- he says with that smile I'm starting to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I stare at him and he stays silence. He knows I'm trying to figure out what to do now. I look at his features one more time. His eyes are of an impossible color. Something between red and brown, but more red than anything else. His pale skin reminds me of Min who's almost never sees the sunlight. He's taller than most men I've ever met. He doesn't look strong. His complexion makes me think of a girl. He's slim, just like Min. I turn away. To think clearly I need to be alone. His presence makes me just nervous. He walks toward me I feel his breath on the back of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;          -I can see you need some time to think. I shouldn't have given you too much information right away. Perhaps it would be best for me to return later when you have rested?-He softly laughs and leaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm alone on the room now. I clean the blood on my arm with the sheet on the bed. It's almost dry. I try to open the door. It's locked now. Jae must have locked after he left the room. I sit on the chair. There's obviously no way out of here. If I could you contact Min. She should be worried now, thinking I died. the story Jae just told me about the royal army, I've heard it before. Sam told us one time about something he heard from one of the Imperial guards. Something about being replaced by stronger warriors, not simple humans, but something better. Created by the Government, so they would just obey and not think. We always thought he was talking about the mutants but Sam always said there was something else. He always believed mutants were just a distraction. It seems he was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I get on the bed, I feel dizzy and I notice I'm starving. I know I shouldn't just sleep, but I can't help it. I slowly give in to the realm of dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-5819451807840001807?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/5819451807840001807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=5819451807840001807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/5819451807840001807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/5819451807840001807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2011/07/part-1-rise.html' title='Part 1 - The Rise ( 2- &quot;Peacemaker&quot;)'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-6207742931439336681</id><published>2011-07-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:29:30.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Part 1 - The Rise ( 1- "The Rebels")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The Night was darker than any moonless night, and yet the moon was visible. There was nothing more to do in a night like this but to listen to the wind. It was a strange wind. Cold and warm at the same time. I look around and it seems there's no one else in the tower. I stand up and admire the view. It's not a pretty view; everything is militarized, and the soldiers often leave death among the streets. Even though the bodies are removed as fast as they hit the ground, the blood stains remain. Here, in the tallest tower of the Red House, is the only place where I can overlook all the sadness and desperation of my people. Here I can see outside the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems just like yesterday, when everything was peaceful and you could see the kids playing and laughing. Now there's no kids on the streets. Since the Government proclaimed that every newborn belong to the State, people stopped dreaming about parenthood. People population decreased by 20% after the first year, and another 20% after 4 years. And 5 years later, when everything was revealed and everyone knew the fate of those innocent that were born inside the cities, total population had decreased 60% and the Government was furious. The walls were built and the military came with all their guns and pollution. What once was a beautiful place surrounded by lakes and mountains became an isolated State built by criminals faithful to the Government. And so the 20 feet tall wall that hides our home from outsiders was built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I unzip my jacket and throw it trough a window to the insides of the Red House Presidential bedroom. There's no scream, no guards. No one's there just as Min had said. I would have been caught ad killed years ago if it wasn't because of Min. She has always backed me up and giving me the way to the insides of the city. I step inside the room and my blood boils. I want to scream, to turn everything around, to make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;      -Don't. - I hear her voice.&lt;br /&gt;The Ruler and his family live a glorious life, while all the people on the cities are starving. If only I could take a few treasures we could be able to feed an entire city. But I know I can't make any human noise or the alarm will get every guard inside the palace to this same room and it will be the end of everything. I can't destroy everything my people has been working on since 10 years ago when everything started. I take a slow deep breath and step forward. Even though my night vision is poor I can see everything inside the room is valuable. Christal chandeliers, gold candle holders, silver picture flames. There's a big clock made of pure diamond. I recognized it from a picture book Min gave me as a child. The Time Stopper, one of the biggest treasures of our once beloved country. I feel an urge to take it with me, but it will surely slow me down, so I continue with my search.&lt;br /&gt;      -Check behind the daughter portrait. -Min says.&lt;br /&gt;Definitively I need night vision glasses, since I can't distinguish between people portrait from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;     -Three steps to your right and you'll be fine. Watch out with the table in front of you.-&lt;br /&gt;I always get nervous when following orders, but I know Min is trying to help me. It stills annoys me but I'm thankful for her effort. I almost hit the table.&lt;br /&gt;      -Don't make any noise.-&lt;br /&gt;Tree steps to the right and I fount the portrait. It's a picture of a baby. A newborn. If we could just find her everything will change. We could challenge the State on the openness, and we will be able to have a fair fight. The Ruler won't be stupid enough to wash out the cities if her daughter gets missing within the walls.&lt;br /&gt;I lift the portrait and there it is. A secret security box.&lt;br /&gt;      -Eriss, double 's' then star and open as slow as you can.- Min dictates.&lt;br /&gt;I do as I say but it doesn't open.&lt;br /&gt;      -Hold on.- There's an urge on her voice. Min is never wrong. How could she miss the password?&lt;br /&gt;I wait. I look around and notice there's a light coming out behind a smaller portrait. I walk slowly toward the light as if I've been hypnotized.&lt;br /&gt;      -What are you doing? Don't move.- Min says.&lt;br /&gt;I keep walking. I'm sure there's something important at the portrait, if not it wouldn't been placed like that. In an awkward position. With that light coming behind it.&lt;br /&gt;      -Hold on- Min seems to notice it too.&lt;br /&gt;I get closer and take a good look at the picture. There's a beautiful woman there, the kind you can't see around anymore. She's at the tower I was just some minutes ago. She's pregnant, and there's a pitiful look on her expression.&lt;br /&gt;      -It's wired, there's an electronic security box behind the portrait. if you lift it you're dead.-&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Should I just give up and get back to the safety of our hideout. Should I risk my life to get a little hope? It doesn't matter if I stay alive, all I need is just a second to take a look at the inside and see if what we are looking for is in there. If I see it, Min will see it and with her the entire crowd that has been brave enough to rise against the Government. If what we are looking for is inside this security box, Min will have enough evidence to start a war, and people will support us. If not, my life and Min's life will just be wasted. But I'm here right now, I've come inside the palace and got this close, how can I just go back empty handed? I touch the portrait and I can sense the energy behind all the wires. There's for sure something valuable there.&lt;br /&gt;     -Come back. Forget it. We'll figure something else.- Min vice seems distant.&lt;br /&gt;I know she's as disappointed as I am. I can see her eyes full or anger and I take my decision. I lift the portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siren is piercing my ears. There's a wardrobe next to the door I push it so it will block the door. As fast as I can I trow the portrait inside my bag. I type the password. It works. I open the small door and take the even smaller box and put it in my bag. The guards are here now, they are screaming and breaking their way in. Min is saying something I can't hear. I look around and something catches my sight. There's someone on the window where I came in. A tall figure dressed in black with a mask on his face. I can see just his eyes. He sees me. He's holding a big sword, the kind that belong to the highest soldier rank. He smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;      -I'm sorry Min- I say.&lt;br /&gt;      -Fight him.-she say, but I know I can't overpower him. I close my eyes and wait as he comes closer to me. I can hear the soldiers are already inside the room. There's too much noise I can't hear Min's voice. I see my whole life passing through my eyes. I didn't know I could remember my parents face, I see them smiling at me. I try to reach my mother's hand.&lt;br /&gt;      -I don't want to lose you- Min says.&lt;br /&gt;Min's voice has always given me hope. Just by wanting to see her gives me the desire to keep on breathing. And suddenly I feel stronger and faster. I open my eyes and he's not there. I turned back and I see him fighting with the guards. There are already a few on the floor. He looks back at me.&lt;br /&gt;      -What the hell are you waiting for? Get out of here!- he yells at me.&lt;br /&gt;Ally? We thought there was no one supporting us. I take the opportunity and run. I'm on the tower now, the night is so dark I can't see where I'm stepping on. I feel. I stand up. I feel again. There are soldiers everywhere. They are fighting. And for the first time I noticed them. People, fighting the soldiers, and not just that, they have weapons and the soldiers are backing up.&lt;br /&gt;      -We got it! Let's go home!- someone with the strongest voice I've ever hear yells and everyone hears. Bombs explode inside the palace. Guards have the command to protect what's inside not outside. They run to the inside of the Red House, the rebels run on the opposite side, I can see they all get on an airship. A big one, just like the ones Min always talk about. I can see the huge black wings even from this far. There's a logo I try to distinguish but I can't see very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;      -Hey! Move on! Unless you want to stay here,- the tall man says.&lt;br /&gt;I follow him. I don't know if he's an ally or foe, but for now I just have this option. There's a ladder I've never seen before, and electrical one. The man uses it and I follow. There's no time to think about anything else. Being on my five senses, I would just run away from this man who saved my life. I would just go back the same way I came in. I would just go back to Min. But I have the feeling that I need to follow him. He's faster than me. I try to catch up but I'm not fast enough. Something is wrong with me. I start loosing control. I feel one more time. I try to stand up but I can't. I'm dizzy and confused. I'm losing my sight. Everything is darker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-6207742931439336681?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/6207742931439336681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=6207742931439336681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/6207742931439336681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/6207742931439336681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2011/07/rebeld.html' title='Part 1 - The Rise ( 1- &quot;The Rebels&quot;)'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-5021246974231274147</id><published>2011-07-11T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:48:30.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallpaperize Me~ ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;A~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;荒川アンダー ザ ブリッジ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akawara under the bridge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/A-ArakawaUndertheBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 242px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/A-ArakawaUndertheBridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*click on image for original size!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;B~&lt;br /&gt;ビーストマスタ&lt;br /&gt;Beast Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/B-BeastMaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 234px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/B-BeastMaster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*click on image for original size!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;C~&lt;br /&gt;ちょびっツ&lt;br /&gt;Chobits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/C-Chobits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 247px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/C-Chobits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*click on image for original size!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-5021246974231274147?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/5021246974231274147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=5021246974231274147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/5021246974231274147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/5021246974231274147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2011/07/wallpaperize-me-abc.html' title='Wallpaperize Me~ ABC'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/WallPapers/th_A-ArakawaUndertheBridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-8161740981792171703</id><published>2010-10-26T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:37:38.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtiK0mbAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aMNc7c0bZR4/s1600/hungergames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtiK0mbAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aMNc7c0bZR4/s200/hungergames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532370363547544578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtinUcnGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iMJoY2bn5Oo/s1600/n306787.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtinUcnGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iMJoY2bn5Oo/s200/n306787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532370371197312098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtixOM_tI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oQ-adLNjNFc/s1600/Mockingjay.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtixOM_tI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oQ-adLNjNFc/s200/Mockingjay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532370373855477458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hasta el dia de hoy puedo desir que The hunger Games, de Suzanne    Collins, es mi serie favorita de libros. La historia se basa en el    punto de vista de Katniss Everdeen, una chica de 16 anios que vive en el    distrito 12 de Panem. Todo empieza en el sorteo, donde gente extrania    de la Ciudad Capital selecciona a un ninio y a una ninia de cada    distrito (12 en total, solian ser 13 hace algunos anios) para los Juego    del Hambre (Hunger Games). En los juegos solo hay un ganador, y los    participantes deben pelear a muerte. El vencedor obtendra fama y una    'buena' vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para  la desgracia de Katniss su hermana menor   Prim, es seleccionada, y obvio  al ser la heroina de la historia Katniss   se ofrece a ir a los juegos en  lugar de su hermana. Y asi va la   historia. Llena de violencia, y  crueldad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo  dias tratando   de hacer un review para esta serie peor no puedooo!! Uno  necesita leer   los libros para entender el verdadero significado de la  historia!&lt;br /&gt;En   fin, se  que el lanzamiento de la pelicula para el 2013, hara que la   serie gane  mas fans... solo espero que no arruinen la imagen del libro   como otras  peliculas lo han echo ya en el pasado con muchos excelentes   libros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En  fin!!! La trilogia de los Juegos del Hambre, The   Hunger Games, Catching  Fire and Mockingjay, (O como sea que la haigan   traducido al espaniol)  esta dentro de mi top X de libros favoritos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support district 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-8161740981792171703?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/8161740981792171703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=8161740981792171703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/8161740981792171703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/8161740981792171703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2010/10/hunger-games-trilogy.html' title='The Hunger Games Trilogy'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/TMbtiK0mbAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aMNc7c0bZR4/s72-c/hungergames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-4064003474061488679</id><published>2010-10-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:37:04.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Clockwork Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Steampunk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/Sigs%20Avis%20banners%20etc/clockwork_angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;assandra Clare's works introduced us to the Shadowhunter's world first on her best selling trilogy The Mortal Instruments. The Clockwork Angel, a prequel of the Mortal Instrument books, narrates the story of Tessa, a 'stupid' girl from the 1878's who travels from New York (as always) to London (wanted to meet with the famous Harry Potter) in the search of her older brother, Nathaniel. Not knowing that she is some kind of a Warlock, who has some apparently weird shape-shifting ability, is kidnapped by the Dark Sisters who force her to learn to use her ability, so she can marry the Magister... But, when she finally gets to learn what she has to learn, and before the so called Magister gets to meet with her, she is rescued by a handsome young man, named Will. And so she is introduced to the world of the Shadowhunters.&lt;br /&gt;Tessa then moves to the Institute, the place where the Shadowhunters live, eat, sleep, and prey. She is introduces to everyone living there, from the mysterious Will, the rescuer; Jem, the pale friendly guy with good manners; Jessamine, the pretty lady-like who hates being a Shadowhunter; and Henry, absent-minded, and Charlotte, the head of the institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom there the story revolves around a mysterious kind of a club, The  Pandemonium Club, whose members enjoy killing miserable mundanes, and  using their 'empty' body as shell so to create a non-angelical,  non-demoniacal weapons, the clockwork-creatures. The club is ruled by  the Magister, of course, who is supposed to be a 'mundane' but richer  than most mundanes at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd so the story goes on... We got the same basic 'romantic' plot, she likes him and he likes her but there's some dark and evil secret that pushes him away from her; the same magic principles, the Nephilim (Shadowhunters) protecting the Mundanes (normal useless humans) from Downworlders (Warlocks, Faeries, Vampires, Lycans, and Demons). Even some of the characters resemble each other, as for example, Will with Jace~Alec (Will get the same physical description as Alec and the same black-sarcastic humor as Jace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't know what I most like about the book... but I really disliked the missing details... I like Steampunk! the clockwork creatures, even the clockwork angel necklace, weren't enough, but that's my opinion anyways. More interactions with downworlders, and the kind, even the demons fight and rune description I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat else, what else! I guess in general, I liked it. Wasn't awesome, but it was a nice reading. Still it leaves me wonder what's in the story that will connect to the Mortal Instruments books, besides the Silence Brothers and Magnus Bane, who already seems to have an important role in the second book of the series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-4064003474061488679?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/4064003474061488679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=4064003474061488679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/4064003474061488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/4064003474061488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2010/10/clockwork-angel.html' title='The Clockwork Angel'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/Sigs%20Avis%20banners%20etc/th_clockwork_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834505542323464052.post-3196465937952049693</id><published>2010-09-30T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:34:39.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 137px; height: 120px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/Sigs%20Avis%20banners%20etc/under_construction-1.png" alt="I'll be alive soon!!" align="middle" border="0" hspace="10" vspace="10" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834505542323464052-3196465937952049693?l=lawlietth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/feeds/3196465937952049693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834505542323464052&amp;postID=3196465937952049693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/3196465937952049693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834505542323464052/posts/default/3196465937952049693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlietth.blogspot.com/2010/09/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Lawlietth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02651579704931078693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94DEm8jBa7w/SoSLYiSC4XI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0y4uv3akZq8/s1600-R/gift_0997yt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh160/lawlietth/Sigs%20Avis%20banners%20etc/th_under_construction-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
