There has been a lot of carnage and the little village of Omnia hasnt seen a day where blood hasnt been shed.The people have resigned themselves to the fate and are waiting to be killed or enslaved.The might of King Marcus has had a telling effect on the psych of the dwellers and there is no knowing when the ruthless,power hungry king is going to march in with his conflagaration and leave the village immersed in a puddle of blood and dust..
Sasha has other ideas though..The son of a local farmer who has bourn the wrath of Marcus,Sasha has only one thing on his mind..Revenge.

As dawn engulfed Omnia,every villager was woken up to the sound they dreaded most.The sound of the gong from far away signalled that Marcus' army was on the march,perhaps in its final quest to claim Omnia.Marcus was confident..complacent even.This little village was the only piece of land standing between him and immortality,and there would be no mercy shown..

Sasha was ready.Sasha had been waiting for the day with bated breath..Marcus had 10,000 troops who had conquered every city in the world,but Sasha had 250 warriors who could crush gravel bare handed.He was waiting,perhaps for his day in destiny,for hos moment,for this was the time when he would go knuckle to knuckle with the man who had claimed all he had.His wife,his kid,and his father.
The air was thick with anxiety.Blood was already starting to pulsate in the bodies of those who were about to achieve immortality..and then..It hit them..Like a boulder,almost invisible till it was on them..Bodies went flying,carcasses were piling up,and yet Marcus had no clue what hit him.

Life!!

The mind is perhaps man's most potent weapon. what you perceive and what you see are often the two causes that tend to dictate what happens in your life. the reckless nights can sometimes turn into an inspiration of sorts. we tend to become morbid about the little things that keep happening around us and so often, we don't even realize how they affect everything around us, and sometimes, within us. Thoughts trickle down like fresh rain droplets in your mind and yet, you just cant seem to express them. Jolt yourself out of this self introspecting spree that you have let your mind wander on. Why does it become so important or so necesary to try and ACT the part? are we out to prove a point in everything that we do in our life?is it even important to act the part?you are you, and that's that.
one of y most favorite parts is when I black out. Its like some kind of vacuum that just seeps through the sub conscious levels of the brain and makes a place for itself. Its silent, its terrifying, and yet, its one of the most beautiful insane things that one can ever hope to experience. i just go up to the mirror at times and smile, for I want to see that wicked side within me take over, just for that little instant, just for that fleeting moment, so that I can tell the difference between the good and the bad.
For instance, I had been thinking about writing a blog and never actually did it. I did it just because I feel that we don't express ourselves enough, not even to our own soul. Its good to be rigid at times, maybe even sensible, but for those of you who want to live, it shouldn't be about being righteous all the time. we are humans, perfectly capable of erring a million times, be it a science experiment or a simple math sum. Don't judge your life, live it.