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The Strong One: A Craft Essay by Joriz Pintero

When I was a kid, my mother gave me books about animals and dinosaurs. She tell me stories about the life of every dinosaurs and what they did when they were living. She introduced me to literature because it gives me fantasic ideas about every existence in every eras. When I was 5 years old, my parents gave me books about mythology and what stories that are used in old ages. I grew fond of the norse mythology because it teaches me to be more stronger and patient about what life can give, and what will be the outcome of our fate. I grew fond of mythologies and the historical figures because they give me a lot to learn of what happened during that time and what the people did back then. When I was 7 years old my grandfather taught me how to make love letters and how to make poems for a woman, My Grandfather taught me about what we say about the women we like the most and what poems we could do to admire them and to court them. But unfortunately the poems and love letters stopped because I was in a 2nd grade, my classmates are wierded out by me because I only write poems and letters and they even always ripped my papers. When I was in 4rth grade a lot of things changed because I have met many people and friends and I even socialized. That time I became the wierd friend who always write poems about people, and write letters on my crushes. In my 4rth grade we always love to watch movies and read books in a small library eventho it is off limits. When I am too early in the class, always went to the library to read the fiction stories and I even read the history of the pre colonial ere of the philippines. When I was in grade 5 , I was introduced to the book of ficton called the bible. I have read the bible many times and I even loved it because of the works of the so called “God.” I was confused about why we pray and why do we live sinful. When I was in 6th grade, I joined the Knights of the blessed sacrament in our barangay and lived the christian way. I always read the bible but I was confused and became more confused about hteir teachings about the bible and they even tell me stories about them being blessed about being saved by the grace of God. I joined more and more christian groups and end up only more confused of what is the meaning of every story and why does God did it in the first place. When we have our graduation in elementary, the only thing is on my mind is to read more books and go to high school whereas I can meet new friends and to socialize. But that was my expectaion, when I first went in grade 7. It was very fun in the first grading, I met new people with new backgrounds and that changed when a new guy came in my life. He bullied me because I am fat and didn’t know about my hygene, he always slap me in the face or punch me when I always try to fight him. That’s when I’ve decided to to stupid things to not go to school. I have met my true friends, Jude, Jea and four more others protected me to bullies and Jude always protected me against my bullies. I always cry and cry every night to ease my pain, I even cry at going to school thingking of my bullies. I questioned my faith in God but my friends kept me strong and my will to survive in the 7th grade never stopped. Finally I managed to survive but I failed in one of my subject. My parents scolded me for that and I began my remedial class for a week. I managed to finish my remedial class for a week and my parents introduced me again on a new revised version of the bible and yet I was confused again. I hated the books for because I was wierd. I was mad at my self because I am stupid, but I still continue to write hateful stories about my bullies. When I reached grade 8, it was a lot worse because I was bullied by the whole class and beated by a guy named Mark. Mark was a natural born bully because He bullied me every time I go to every groups, he told me that I am his bestfriend but it only end up for more bullying. I wrote him poems about how much I hate him and cry every night. I was an undertraining student that time. But my love for poems and stories never stopped. I was introduced to rap because it has very much agressive way of saying harsh poems about a person or what situation the person was in. That time I met a gangster named Darwin, He was our neighbor and he is a very tough guy and he always teach me how to fight and how to use weapons to protect myself. He was a gangster back then when he taught me, for 2 years my love for rap and poems has lived up to me. For 2 years I have changed and became more doubtful but still a christian believer. When I was in grade 9-10 I was more open up to my teachers because they loved my poems and stories about fantastical beings and poems that give them sympathy. I even met a group called “DA FANS CLUB” and we created poems, raps and stories, and during our grade 10 days we are much the teachers pet because they like our poems about love and sympathy. And that time I became stronger and more braver. When we moved up in grade 11 I finally overcame my confusion about the bible, I finally understopod that God does’nt exist and because of my un-ending research about his existence. When I reached Grade 11 I was introduced about the non fiction stories and I loved it. I even met met new friends which were very happy to be with and we love singing and they love making lyrics. And now I reached grade 12, still new things are being introduced to me and maa’m Jade and maa’m Alyssa is still giving me hope to love more about literature. They even introduced me to tumblr. Because of that I have read very good poems that inspired me to create more. Now, I am still having minor difficulties in my life but still I hope it will change. I believe more experience and more problems will be dealth with.

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Up: A Craft Essay by Sean Bautista

I don't know what to write, everything is overwhelming so i guess I will skip all the details, the talk , the sadness. To be honest I really hate writing essays now that I am senior highschool because it is really different when you are writing your own thoughts because no one will judge you and there is no specific format, just the way you want rather than academic essays and when you write you also think of the things that you will write and i am kinda weird because I chose humanities and I hate speaking in public, writing a story and coming up with a creative idea because that is not my comfort zone and as a Humanities they always say that you should think out of the box but I am not that type of person. My writing experiences in writing have been minimal.

I have only learned the basic forms of writing like putting together sentences, forming paragraphs with sentences, and things like that. But I can tell my writing has improved a lot because of Creative writing and Non fiction subject and to be honest we are literally writing stories each and everyday and I thought back then that someday I will not use this writing forms in true life but I am grateful for that because not only my writing skills has improved but also my perspective in life. When I was a child I have always loved writing because I felt that writing was the only way that I could truly pour my heart and soul out. Whether it was an amazing day or an awful day, I would write it down to my diary that has colorful glitters on it and many stickers. And I gave my own diary a name because I think of her as a bestfriend. But as much as I loved writing, I also despised it. I learned that writing a diary was completely different from academic writing and somehow, I found academic writing very stressful because of how difficult it was for me to write. This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s . But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. But as years passed by I became confident on my own and when I was in 6th grade we have a what you called “Fun Time” in Holy Family Academy where I studied primary and secondary. In my school once a year we celebrates fun time which means for three days you will enjoy the activities that the school will provide and the rides the food and all. our school provides fun run activities for all the students so I joined in that activity and I was the first place back then I did not notice that I can run fast and have a strong stamina. So when I was in 7th grade I joined Athletics Club I was still under trainee back then until I reached 8th grade I became a official varsity of Athletics Club and yes because of my hardships I won in different competitions and fun runs until I reached CLRAA which I will represent my own city but unfortunately I did not win because there are many runners that has more capability and exposures. And because of that I pursue my passion and that is running. Everyone is good at something. Me, I am good at starting things. I am the world’s greatest starter! I start diets, home improvement projects, self-improvement projects, gardens, blogs, businesses. you name it, I have probably started it.The problem is, I am not that great of a finisher. My list of unfinished undertakings goes on and on. But I have one great success story, and it is the reason I love to run. I trained in the heat, I trained in the rain, one time I trained in a lightening storm and that was pretty scary! When I competed in Milo Olympics last year I thought and expect that I would finish the race and win the race but I was wrong because during the marathon I got fractured and because of that I got disappointed of myself and disappointed everyone else that believed in me but later on I regained myself I have gotten out of shape, and starting over again has been daunting. I look back at the woman that ran 26.2 miles, and I can’t believe that she was me. But the euphoric memory of my One Big Finish whispers to me that it is possible to get out there and run again and be successful.I love to run for a lot of reasons. I love to feel myself getting stronger during the training. I love the light-headed, happy, contented feeling I have after finishing a run. I love the camaraderie of other runners during a race. But most of all, I love to finish. I love the feeling of crossing the finish line, no matter what the distance or how long it takes me. Finishing is what makes me start, and it’s what keeps me going when I am tempted to quit. And that is why I love to run! And that Is how I will connect this short story to my writing skills that even though I am tempted to quit I will still keep going because writing is one of the reasons why I am now here today. t has taught me not only about my self as a writer, but about myself as a person. It has been amazing to watch my writing style improve in all of the areas that we worked on. Before taking this class I never saw myself as one for writing poetry, but now I think that poetry has become one of my favorite writing styles. Through this class I have become a lot better at writing poetry and at incorporating a theme into my poems. And I just want to thank my teacher on this subject because it really gained my self again

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Yuki: A Short Story by Glenna Ang

Walking in the woods, staining the purity of the snow I am stepping on, tarnishing the name I own that symbolizes what is beneath me. Coloring everything I graze upon crimson, painting everything I touch with the life of that being. Despite what had just occurred, what actions I had just committed, I felt nothing but satisfaction. No mercy, no regrets, no guilt trying to swallow me. All I feel is freedom from the cruelty I have been in to and thought was my destiny that I would never be able to escape from.

All that Sakura felt was immense fury and disappointment as she stared at her newborn son. She sneered at disgust as she saw her husband holding their child like it is the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes upon on, she recalled that he didn't even look at their daughter like the way he is staring at their son when she was born. Her unfortunate beloved daughter she greatly adored, until now, it still shattered her heart every time she thought about the fate she fell upon on, what an agonizing moment it was the day she passed away. Sakura, still laying down and drenched with the sweat she had managed to conjure during her labor despite the blizzard happening outside, decided that she will do absolutely anything to raise that boy into the daughter she had and always wanted. She named him Yuki, Tanaka Yuki.

Hiroshi Tanaka, the husband of Sakura, noticed a mass of difference from his wife the moment she gave birth to their son. It is apparent that she distanced herself from them as time went by, she did not fully neglect them but her treatment towards Yuki just did not seem right, it was as if she does not know how to treat their son properly. She treated Yuki as if he is a girl and not a boy, dressing him up in feminine kimonos, making him act like he is a female and not male, and reacting harshly every time he acted too boy-like in her presence such as expressing his interest in the samurai in which the father of Yuki is a part of. Hiroshi knows that his tolerance towards that behavior would not be socially accepted as their society assumed strict gender role. Despite his suspicions against Sakura and her treatment towards their son, he did not mind it much as he does not find anything amiss about it, he gets that the death of their daughter still greatly affects her and it that way, he understands why his wife treats Yuki that way. Nevertheless, he swore to himself that he will intervene the moment she gets too far. Hiroshi adored their child and he would do anything to protect him, even if it was against his wife.

By the time Yuki turned 10, Sakura started treating him worse and worse, forcing him to act feminine to the point she reacts physically violent every time he acted like his sex. When Hiroshi witnessed his wife hitting their son for the first time for acting like masculine, he decided that it was time to intervene, they fought and he decided to pack up the belongings of Yuki and bring him to his grandparents’ house but the moment Hirsohi turned his back to his wife with Yuki and his things in tow, he got struck by a katana from his back, excruciating pain overtook his senses, he felt liquid dribbling down his chin, everything became muffled yet he still felt the drag of the blade being taken out from his torso and once again impaling him. He could hear screaming yet he could not identify who it is coming from, his eyesight cloudy, he fought hard to keep his eyes opened until he cannot anymore.

Ever since Yuki witnessed his father getting murdered by his mother in cold blood, he developed immense fear towards Sakura. He let himself become her puppet, ready to comply to her whims and let her do whatever she wanted to him. He let her dress him up in feminine kimonos, grow his hair long, put cosmetics on his face, and give him lessons to turn him into the perfect daughter she so desperately wanted. A part of Yuki felt guilty and disappointed to himself for submitting to Sakura knowing that his Father would not have wanted this, in fact he died trying to protect him and prevent this from happening, but his fear overpowers above any other emotions, his fear that he might end up with the same fate his father versed keeps him locked up into the clutches of Sakura. Whenever he does something wrong, Sakura picks up the unsheathed katana and strikes him with it, mocking him and further increasing his fright.

On one freezing day of winter came the birth date of Yuki, this day marks 17 years of his existence. His mother spent all afternoon, after another day full of lessons, brushing his long obsidian hair, fixing it into intricate plaits and a bun, beautifying his face with cosmetics and painting his lips in the usual red pigment, he felt bewildered at the uncharacteristic attitude of Sakura as she usually treats him harshly and coldly, despite her gentle treatment, he cannot find himself enjoying the unusual affection, he felt bothered and something did not sit right within him.

By the night time after having their supper, Sakura did not immediately dismiss Yuki, she greeted him a prosperous day of birth which appalled him since she usually does not. The moment the word marriage left her lips, Yuki froze and felt pit forming on his guts, as he was about to intervene, she revealed that they would be leaving first thing in the morning to go to a doctor and get rid of his masculine traces in order for his future spouse not to find out about his real sex.

The moment her words sank within him, all he felt was searing anger. Emotions upon emotions locked up within him unopened and poured like hot water upon his flesh, he abruptly stood up and launched himself towards Sakura and started striking her in the face with every blow full of hatred, everything was muffled, he did not know whose screams he is hearing, if it was his or Sakura’s and it felt like every action he is delivering was purely instinctual. He stood up and grabbed the katana, unsheathed it and with all his might impaled the creature beneath him over and over again, each stab getting more and more harsh with the blade also impaling the floor beneath them, blood scattered everywhere, around the dining area and especially to Yuki. He stood up with the help of the katana, his face drenched and his white kimono beyond unrecognizable. He left and walked along the forest, unbothered by the snow and relishing to the victory and revenge he felt.

~gifs by jihen and gh0ulzlove on tumblr

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BENEATH THE LIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF PARADISE: A Short Story by Ymannuel Garcia

Lonely Hearts Band, Islaw, Paul, Dave and Victor’s band already went through numerous experiences in rock and roll with hardships and joy. As time passes by, they turned the majority of the odds to be in favor with them. With their experience they are not just your typical rock and roll band, they consider each other as family and that made them stand out among the others.

Let us start at the beginning, where it all began. Four young men living at the same neighborhood namely Francis but they usually call him Islaw, Paul, Dave and Victor. They were aspiring to be great Basketball players back then. They usually play Basketball at around 3:00pm to entertain and train themselves. They played joyfully along with other children it’s as if there’s no tomorrow. Once the sky turns into dark blue and when the Capiz street lights starts to light the streets of the neighborhood it will tell them that it is already time to go home and a delicious dinner will be served along with the untiring sermon of their mothers for if they haven’t stained their clothes, they usually have dirty hands and feet, fake tattoos that they took from the wrap of a bubble gum or a bag of chips and bleeding wounds along with their countless battle scars, yes I would like to call them battle scars for a reason that I am uncertain of. I don’t know, maybe because having wounds while playing is a sign that you are cool. But I am sure that their mother doesn’t perceive that in the way I do.

Anyways this scenario is normal and the four young men continued to do this, they eventually joined basketball tournaments and leagues. They win and lose together. Their names are now famous for their excellent achievements and pleasing personalities as young basketball players. They made numerous friends all over their town and for that they are grateful.

These scenarios lasted until Islaw, Paul, Victor and Dave decided to rest. They had this feeling of exhaustion it felt like they weren’t too good to be in that position, it burned them out. They chose to be normal high school students. From then on they didn’t join games as often like they did before.

Two years had pass they were just enjoying life as teenagers. Nothing much has changed, at least not yet. While cleaning their attic, Islaw found his father’s old electric guitar a good old 1987 Fender Stratocaster painted in candy apple red with maple fret board and jumbo frets it has well functioning alnico pickups, its strings are already rusty and worn out. It is stored in its original Fender hard case that looks like a casket covered with thick layers of dust. Islaw immediately remembered that his father was a frustrated musician.

With excitement he went downstairs as fast as he could to ask his father about the guitar. Islaw’s father then told him the story of his college years, the music scene back in the late 80’s up to the early 90’s where the most memorable gig they had was when they performed at Club Dredd along with then famous OPM bands, the Eraserheads, The Dawn, Teeth and others. He also told Islaw the story of his guitars, in which he had three guitars, one black 1980 Fender Mustang, 1990 Gibson Les Paul in Cherry Sunburst color and 100 watt Marshall Tube Amplifier with a rack of multiple guitar effects unit back then but he had to sell it due to financial problems that they encountered, this problem was the reason on why Islaw’s father didn’t continue his career in music. Luckily the red electric guitar was left and Islaw found it sitting upon a bed of dirt. Later in that day, they went to the nearest guitar luthier to repair and bring the guitar back to life. His father was grateful and because of this he is eager to patiently teach Islaw the art of making music. Islaw was a fast learner his progress shows that he really has a talent and he has the attributes of what does it take to be a rock star.

Islaw influenced Paul, Dave and Victor in this musical journey. They made up their minds to form a band in which they called themselves as THE LONELY HEARTS! They claimed that during their years of being young basketball players they had this certain guilty pleasures like listening to music while imagining themselves as rock stars roaming around the stage while engaging with the audience, performing and singing their hearts out.

After months of saving up they purchased second hand musical instruments and equipments such as an old relic Gibson Flying V electric guitar in wine red color, it’s shape is similar to that of a walis tambo, a beaten up Fender Jazz bass guitar in black color with dusty old generic 20-watt amplifiers and a well functioning Pearl Drums with major paint scratches. They made Islaw’s Garage their rehearsing place, they practice once or twice a week usually on a wednesday after classes or if they had spare time they will spend their Saturdays in rehearsing and writing songs.

Islaw, the band’s vocalist was heavily influenced by Pop, Rock and Disco such as Eraserheads, Rivermaya, The Dawn, The Beatles, Guns N’ Roses, ABBA, VST & Company and BeeGees. Paul, the band’s lead guitarist has the heavier taste in music that influenced his style of playing the guitar, Rage Against the Machine, Led Zeppelin, Kiss, Black Sabbath, Jimi Hendrix and Eddie Van Halen to name a few Heavy Rock and Metal Bands that he usually listens to. Dave the band’s Bassist is more focused at the Indie side of music he usually listens to foreign artists such as Bjork, but his style of playing the bass guitar was heavily influenced by Luke Graham, Earth, Wind and Fire, Jaco Pastorius, Flea and the famous beatle Paul McCartney. The Band’s Drummer, Victor is the most versatile of them all. He listens to everything, literally.

Their individual music taste contributes to the unique sound of their band, a mix of 90s heavy rock with disco and contemporary pop. They have been writing songs generously. After a year and a half of practicing and writing songs regularly they officially entered the music scene with second hand equipments and loads of nervousness with empty experience, where in a different world was presented at their very own eyes, being a rock star is not easy as it looks like. Their early teenage friends helped them to have access in bars to perform and that paved the way for The Lonely Hearts! to be discovered.

Their first gig took place at Saguijo Bar and Café they were one of the opening acts for the album release of The Bed Bites, a band that also inspired them to play. They opened the set with their song called “Capiz” an upbeat song that tells a memorable story with catchy instrumentals and a danceable tempo. Shifting to their next song “Just can’t get enough” a political themed song that featured heavy use of guitar distortion effects with cryptic lyrics and structure then “Itago” a love song ideal for slow dancing at prom featured calm and serene melody, a song that used different modulations that fitted perfectly to the song’s mood. They closed their set with the song “Paradise” an upbeat rock song with recognizable drum beats, nostalgic guitar riffs, heart pounding bass lines and soaring vocals it is the band’s favorite song for it was like an autobiography, their life summarized into a four-minute-song, they spent a year in completing its structure and recalling all of their experiences and translate it to a catchy and well composed song.

People seemed to be fascinated at their music. they never failed to dance with the beat, clapped and tapped their feet at beats two and four. However waves of Mobile phones were in the air flashing white bright lights that kind of adds mood to the venue but also removed the sincerity and connection in live performance for people were just looking at their mobile phones recording the performance instead of looking directly to the eyes of the performers and enjoying the experience intimately. The venue used strobe lights. It also flashed violet and blue lights that flashed at the same rhythm of a specific song. They performed songs flawlessly, tight with well written song structures and conveyed the right touch of emotions all throughout with the confidence they had from using well set upped second hand instruments and wearing clothes that shows an excellent fashion statement that strike the audiences’ eyes and made them the apple of their eye.

Getting into the music scene is a hard task, maintaining a name in the industry is way more complicated. It even reached to the point that they felt useless, that being a musician was not worth risking for, but their friends and family always manages to support them to encourage them to continue despite tons of rejection that they encountered. They were cheered and booed on stage. They were instances that people will not sing along with their songs and sometimes they wouldn’t even bother to care or n some worst cases they will just perform in a venue with four audiences. The nights they spend in performing bar gigs were tiring but it also rewarded them for gaining new fans and friends. It affected their academic performance in college but they managed to stay in track to pass the given requirements on time. Some of their professors hates them because “being a musician will benefit nothing at the end”.

So far they are having gigs for almost four times in a month. Route 196, Saguijo Bar and Café, 19 East and 70’s Bistro were some of the few venues where they can be watched live. They are currently in the studio, recording “Paradise” their debut single and will soon be released in all digital platforms. They always do their best in everything but they also expect the worst, for music is consistently inconsistent, we won’t be able to know when, where and how will it end.

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You: A Conventional Poem by Sean Bautista

Babe, I can’t put into words what I want to say

But I just want you to stay I wish I could explain how beautiful and wonderful you are

But I also wish that I can be with you every hour

Loving you is the most beautiful thing

Happiness and joy that you always bring

Even when we our apart

I will always carry your heart

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The Endpoint: A Conventional Poem by Emily Tiglao

In your last breathe and smile

It is the end for you for a while

A world of chaos and violence

And at this point you will die in silence

Before it, you cry everynight

And cannot see even a single light

Hoping for a friend's presence

And you just felt nothing but an absence

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You: A Conventional Poem by Ymannuel Garcia

You're worth the risk

Even if death turns me into a mist

You're on top of my list

My very first kiss

Let us not depend our fate upon the stars

For we shall write the fate of ours

Without minding each others scars

To enjoy life till its last hours

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Me: An Unconventional Poem by Glenna Ang

A Hummingbird,

swift and never settling.

Lives up to its name,

humming, but always taking?

Seizing one’s nectar and

leaving once through.

It’s beautifully ugly,

perhaps that’s the what it is?

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Reflection: An Unconventional Poem by Emily Tiglao

I saw myself on a mirror showing my horror side.

Trying to smile despite of revealed ugliness of my outside.

Too much irritations like the pimple outbreaks----- people look at me with disgust----

too many I can't escape. Atrociuos smile that the mirror gave me.

Indeed it was myself crying like a flood. Then a cool wind whispered

then I shivered. The evil side of mine started to disappear.

And then I reflect, mirrors were deceiving.

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Me: An Unconventional Poem by Joriz Pintero

Questioning becomes a constant

A love for understanding arises everytime

I’m burdened by thoughts

And somewhat I am used to these prejudices

I still search for beliefs

Filling the blank pages of my life

I will still continue

To swim against the tides.

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ANSWERS IN BLOOD: A 10 MINUTE PLAY BY GLENNA ANG, SEAN BAUTISTA, YMANNUEL GARCIA, JORIZ PINTERO, AND EMILY TIGLAO

Characters

Ivar the boneless/King Ivar of Sogn – The crippled son of the infamous Ragnar Lothbrok, He united the Viking armies to take revenge after the death of his father in England, he killed his own brothers to achieve the throne. Known as the most ruthless Viking.

Queen Maudie of Sogn – A famous shield maiden in Sogn and fell in love with Ivar the boneless, she is the one who taught Astrid to be a strong and beautiful maiden. And she taught her the ways of the Vikings.

Princess Astrid of Sogn – the daughter of Ivar the boneless, she was taught the Viking way and learned to hate the Christian God. And soon to be married to Meliodas.

King Fergus of Liones – The warrior king of Liones, desperate to save his kingdom, he faught king Ivar and eventually retreated. He married Queen Elinor for his prize because of his efforts to save the kingdom of Liones.

Queen Elinor of Liones – the wife of King Fergus. She was believed to be one of the fairest maidens in all England and she was the mother of Meliodas.

Prince Meliodas of Liones – the only son of King Fergus, the only heir to the throne and a handsome prince. He was taught to be a fierce knight and believed to be the new king and the salvation of whole England.

Time

The time was on the year of 1067 whereas the medieval factions fought for power and money.

Place

The story takes place on the Norwegian country called the Kingdom of Sogn and the other takes place on the higher north of England called the Kingdom of Liones.

After IVAR THE BONELESS KILLED his brothers and GAINED the throne for himself. He UNITED the Viking armies to INVADE England. Over 300 longboats ARRIVED in the islands of Northumbria, and too the kingdom of Northumbria FELL with the ARRIVAL of the heathen army. King Ivar and his Heathen army INVADED the kingdoms of WESSEX, MERCIA, and EAST ANGLIA, and only the kingdoms of KENT and LIONES were left STANDING to FIGHT the heathen armies of KING IVAR. For years of PILLAGING, RAIDING and SKIRMISHES, the DESPERATE warrior king. KING FERGUS tried to NEGOTIATE with the Vikings and MAKE a peace compact, and AGREED that their children for the age of 18 would MARRY each other. For over 18 years of peace, ASTRID was taught the Viking way, she learned to hate the Christian God and TRAINED to be a maiden. On the other hand, Meliodas was RAISED to be a noble prince and TRAINED to be a knight. During that time King Ivar GREW impatient and started a new plan to his conquest upon Liones.

(KING IVAR THROWS A CUP OF ALE)

KING IVAR:

Jarls! Call my war council that includes my wife and my beloved daughter. Jarl Borg summon them very quick as the thunders of Thor.

JARL

Yes my king

JARL

(Went to the rooms of the queen)

JARL

You are being called by your husband my queen

QUEEN MAUDIE

(Went to the great hall together with her daughter)

QUEEN MAUDIE

What is it husband?

ASTRID

Why do you call us father?

KING IVAR

(Stomps his hand on the table)

KING IVAR

I’ve had enough of this peace! I want to raid and conquer the whole England!

QUEEN MAUDIE

(breathes heavy)

QUEEN MAUDIE

What do you plan now husband?

ASTRID

(Annoyed)

Mother, Father… do I really need to join you all in this conversation?

KING IVAR

(Laughs)

Oh yes my beloved daughter, I will need you to spy on the kingdom.

QUEEN MAUDIE

What do you propose to do to our daughter husband?

KING IVAR

(Drinks ale)

In order to destroy Liones, we will need our daughter to marry his son and spy on the defenses of their castle.

(Holds the hand of ASTRID)

You my beloved daughter will be my eyes for this conquest.

KING IVAR

(Went to Liones with his Jarls, Earls, and even his beloved family.)

KING FERGUS

(laughs)

Welcome my friend KING IVAR, I am pleased to hear the news of your coming to this country even though our agreement has not yet been ended.

KING IVAR

It is true that I went here, but in good faith I propose you another peaceful pact for the benefit of our people and our country.

KING FERGUS

(interested)

What is it dear king?

KING IVAR

Have you not remember KING FERGUS? My daughter is here to meet your son and let them marry each other?

(IVAR looked angry)

KING FERGUS

(getting tensed up)

Oh yes king, how should I forget? I present to you my son PRINCE MELIODAS!

KING IVAR

(Ek introduce þú minn eingdóttirr, PRINCESS ASTRID IVARSONN. Hon munu marry þinn sonr konungsson melioda)

May I present to you KING FERGUS my beloved daughter, PRINCESS ASTRID!

KING FERGUS

(Underberan mîn lêof dryhtenweard IVAR, ofgiefan ðâsweddian becnâwan æghwilc ôðer sôðhweðere reahtigan ufor wordlung from− ûser bregorîce.)

Come my dear friend, let them talk furthermore and let us talk about the further negotiations of our kingdom.

(The two kings went to the hallway)

QUEEN ELINOR

(Sees QUEEN MAUDIE on the courtyard)

I am surprised that you are here at our grand courtyard. Even if you cannot understand me I can see you really like the view.

QUEEN MAUDIE

I can understand you too queen. It is true I like this the view of this place, it reminds me of my home in Sogn.

QUEEN ELINOR

(softly asks)

Aren’t you happy that our children become one?

QUEEN MAUDIE

(smirks)

I do not know yet, if they agreed to be married what do you think will happen? Our cultures are different. Our marriage is blessed by the goddess Freyr and the allfather Odin. I can see that you are a Christian, I hope our way of marriage will be accepted rather than your boring songs and false God.

(walks away)

Morning came, the both Queens prepared their children to officially meet each other.

While, QUEEN ELINOR went to ASTRID's room and wake her up.

QUEEN MAUDIE

(Opens the door)

Astrid, wake up, you need to prepare to officially meet your fiancé.

ASTRID

(Yawn)

Mom, I am still sleepy. I still want to get more sleep. Is it today?

QUEEN MAUDIE

Yes, Astrid, you already need to prepare. Wear your best dress for today, okay?

ASTRID

But mom? Okay, fine.

ASTRID stood up and prepared herself and QUEEN MAUDIE ensured that she was beautiful that day.

Meanwhile, MELIODAS OF LIONES was so excited to meet his future wife, ASTRID OF SOGN. He wore his best outfit and sprayed the best perfume ever. And, QUEEN ELINOR came to fetch her son and checked if her son was already prepared.

QUEEN ELINOR

(Knocks on the door)

MELIODAS, are you done? Is everything okay? Cheer up, okay? You will soon meet your future wife.

MELIODAS

(Slightly screams)

Yes! Mom, I am so excited to meet Astrid.

The meeting place was in the garden. A garden full of well bloomed flowers. MELIODAS CAME FIRST and SAT ON THE BENCH under a tree.

After few minutes, ASTRID ARRIVED. MELIODAS was amazed.

MELIODAS

(stuttering)

Hi-i-ii, AA-AS-TTRRII-IDD.

ASTRID

(snickering)

Oh hi! You're Meliodas of Sogn right? Nice to meet you

(offers a handshake)

MELIODAS

(firmly grasp ASTRID's offers of hand shake)

Want to have a seat beside me?

ASTRID

(Plans to seduce Meliodas)

Sure.

(ASTRID SEATED BESIDE MELIODAS.)

MELIODAS

(Took a deep breath)

How are you ASTRID? I'm sorry but I'm nervous. I don't know where to start or how will I start our conversation for me to know you more.

ASTRID

(Reaches out and holds MELIODAS' hand)

No need to say sorry dear. Just enjoy the moment.

LEAN IN, and KISSED MELIODAS on his cheek. MELIODAS STOOD UP and invited ASTRID to come with him.

MELIODAS

Thanks for making me comfortable with you ASTRID. Come, let's celebrate. We should go to the dining hall and get some wine. You want?

ASTRID

(Stands up)

Sure! That's a good plan though.

(MELIODAS and ASTRID went to the dining hall. They found an unopened bottle of wine and TOOK it.)

MELIODAS

This is some fine wine. I heard that this is everyone's favorite wine.

ASTRID

I'm not really sure also, I think this is my first time to drink wine.

They both enjoyed DRINKING the wine. MELIODAS already fell in love with ASTRID.

MELIODAS

You know what, ASTRID. I think this is destiny. We are perfect to be together. Though we both know that this is a fixed marriage but to be honest. I think I really fell in love with you.

ASTRID

(Smirks)

This is a good idea for our merged kingdoms. Soon after our marriage, we will reign one kingdom.

MELIODAS

I agree, this is the main purpose of marriage. For us to sustain the two kingdoms, we should make it as one. And we as the second generation will be enthroned and lead for the sake of our own kingdom.

ASTRID

Our marriage will definitely happen after few weeks.

MELIODAS

To be honest, I'm excited to become your king. I can't wait for the moment that you and I will become one. As long as we both know how to reign a kingdom. No one can defeat us.

MELIODAS

Don't worry, ASTRID. I will make sure that I am going to protect you with all of my life.

ASTRID

(Blushes)

MELIODAS, uhmmm, let's do our best! Okay!

MELIODAS

(Nods)

Sure! Everything just for you my beloved ASTRID.

(MELIODAS slowly WRAPPED his ARMS around ASTRID’s waist. Then ASTRID in return, she WRAPPED her ARMS behind his neck. The two LOOKED into each other's EYES and GAVE each other a warm SMILE.)

ASTRID

I know this is the first time that we've met, I just want to say that you are really handsome. Also, you are charismatic and amazing.

MELIODAS

(Hides his blushing face with his two hands)

Astrid, don't make me feel blush.

ASTRID

No, I'm not making you blush. I'm just telling you the truth.

MELIODAS

(Comes closer to ASTRID and kisses her)

I really love you ASTRID.

Midnight. In a gloomy room full of candles. It was slightly dark. The warmth gets through their spine- with butterflies lingering unto their stomach

In the bed their goes Astrid and Meliodas with their bodies intertwined. They ceased to resist their urge of not having sex

MELIODAS

(Grasps Astrid heavily)

I will dare the heavens and curse them if they will not allow me to able to fall in that divine grace of yours!

ASTRID

(Breaths heavily)

Come oh dear Meliodas! Let us not depend our fate with the heavens.

Just come! And unite with me

MELIODAS

(Softly)

Oh under these sheets we’ll surely break things down. Let us enjoy this night for it will surely come a long way for us.

They continued until the dawn came. They slept without a heavy heart.

4 days after. Astrid, alone in her house watching the sunset from her window

Meliodas came knocked at the door. Astrid opened the door, welcomed Meliodas.

MELIODAS

Oh my dear Astrid I cannot force my mind to forget what had just happened days ago

And the moment we spent for a long time in a while. I made up my mind…

ASTRID

About what?

MELIODAS

I want to be as one with you, together we’ll build a city of our own liking, I will even dedicate a statue with looks from your beauty to collide. A need for me to spend my life along with you will be a great gft if you will allow me so. Will you Princess Astrid of Sogn to be my Queen?

ASTRID

(Shakes in excitement)

Oh dear Meliodas, Yes! Would be the answer.

Then after a week the engagement between the two was well known. The kingdom of Sogn and the Kingdom of Ivar knew about this. Because of this a celebration would be a great opportunity for a unifying culture to happen.

PEOPLE IN THE KINGDOM OF SOGN

*murmurs

PEOPLE IN THE KINGDOM OF LIONES

*murmurs about the engagement

3 days later it was decided that a celebration shall be held in the kingdom of Sogn.

Everyone was invited to celebrate with them

PEOPLE OF LIONES

(Marches formally into the premises of the Sogn, Princess Astrid was seated at the last corner of the convoy)

PEOPLE OF SOGN

(Welcomed their royal guests according to their traditional ceremony)

After the ceremony, lunch came, the people of Sogn and Liones collided and openly communicated and engaged with others. They enjoyed each other’s company

After the lunch the king of Sogn announced:

KING IVAR

(in loud and distinct voice)

My daughter’s wedding must follow the Viking way of marriage!

But this announcement was later opposed by the Liones and then a further discussion was held with a change of opinions from advisers, scribes, people and the royalty themselves.

But soon they got married in two traditions, one was the Viking one and the second was the holy matrimony.

A year of peace and harmony passed until a sudden news of a discrete rebellion from a rouge group was made known to King Fergus by King Ivor.

KING IVAR

A loyal hoard of spies informed me that a rouge group is planning a discrete attack on our kingdom the next full moon. They’re aiming to bring us down and take over our kingdoms.

KING FERGUS

(Arrogantly)

What a delusional ambition they have, surely they won’t succeed. We are the best in all lands, our troops are envied by all.

KING IVAR

From what I’ve been told, they are not to be taken lightly Fergus.

KING FERGUS

Then we shall be prepared my dear friend.

KING IVAR

Let us meet in between and give those rouges the worse we could.

Behind closed doors, King Ivar is preparing himself, Princess Astrid, and his trusted troops for his grand scheme. He is carefully putting the last touches for the ultimate betrayal of his time.

Queen Eleanor was in deep slumber as King Ivar was getting ready. Princess Astrid was at Prince Meliodas’ palace during this time. At the midnight of tomorrow’s full moon is when he and King Fergus decided to meet in between and go the rouge’s hideout as one.

PRINCESS ASTRID

(Worriedly)

Would you like help with your armour? I really hope no one would get hurt from our side, especially to you Meliodas, I wouldn’t know what to do if you got hurt or worse, get killed.

PRINCE MELIODAS

(Reassuringly)

Yes please. Nothing would happen to us, to me, Astrid, don’t worry. We have prepared for this to the best of our abilities. Are you sure you’ll really come with us? You could just stay here where you truly are safe.

PRINCESS ASTRID

I will go with you, I want to be there and also contribute to the peace of our kingdoms. And besides I my father expects me to be there, I do not want to disappoint anyone.

A firm knock on the door echoed around their room. PRINCESS ASTRID went and unlocked the door.

KING FERGUS

I expect that you both are ready for the journey, come now, let us now go and begin the journey, we would not want to keep King Ivar waiting, would we?

PRINCE MELIODAS

No, father.

The troops of KING FERGUS walked for a day to reach the rouge camp but at their surprise they were shot by hail of arrows and the hordes of Vikings rushed to attack the king’s army.

KING FERGUS

(Shocked)

What is thy meaning of this? Knights defend your king!

For hours and hours many of the English army depleted to the fierce battle, shields broken, and axes splintered, and bones crackle. And the screaming horrors of the soldiers that were slain by the heathen horde.

Meliodas was fighting together with his knights in a shield formation until they were overrun by spears, Meliodas was wounded and just as he turned he was stabbed by his wife PRINCESS ASTRID in the back.

PRINCE MELIODAS

(Shocked)

My wife?! How could you!

PRINCESS ASTRID

Do you really think I would love a Christian? You are but a pawn to our game.

With Meliodas wounded his troops surrendered and the last remaining army of his father were slaughtered, both he and his father were captured.

KING FERGUS

KING IVAR! How could you! I should never have trusted a crippled bastard like you! For that I curse you to your face!

KING IVAR

(Punches KING FERGUS to the face)

Do you really think I would forgive and forget what you did to my people? And for that you will pay a bloody price.

PRINCESS ASTRID

(Laughs)

What shall we do with them father?

KING IVAR

We will sacrifice them to the Gods my beloved daughter. Let them taste what kind of sacrifices we could do fit for a king. Oh I know, we shall perform the blood eagles together my daughter.

PRINCESS ASTRID

(Excited)

It is an honor father that I can join you sacrifice these fools.

When the night came burning totems and pagan songs were sang in the woods, KING IVAR performed the blood eagle sacrifice. He cut out the lungs and skin turning it into a wing of eagle made from KING FERGUS’ back and together with his son PRINCE MELIODAS.

With the king gone KING IVAR’s army conquered the whole England and killed all Christians, plus QUEEN ELINOR was burned in a stake and was fed to the dogs.

~photos by s-ii-lence on tumblr

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