Swords to ploughshares

The journey getting back home was fierce for him, every step was like a mountain or endless ravine. He was happy once again, he could not wait to see his commander and report back in, and he probably thought he was dead. “…how long has it been?” he muttered speaking to himself “I can’t even remember” “...Oh man the paper work for this is going to be ridiculous.” He said under his breath as the gunship finally closed its bay doors and begin spinning up. The others on board stared at him, as they…

other, but this time, a large, glowing, white sword was stuck in its back, surrounded by bright turquoise liquid. Casper moved forward, and stood in an almost hypnotic state. He inched towards the sword, and he reached out to brush his finger tips against the sword's hilt. The sword seemed pulse under his fingertips, once he had grabbed it. He gripped the hilt with his other hand, and yanked the sword out of the slain monster. With the glowing sword in his hands, he passed out. **** He…

screamed the spell. His orange fiery hair flowed and floated. Snake like, silver eyes squinted with concentration. He struggled to keep up the spell. His sparring partner screamed, as fiery rain plummeted down. His robe caught fire, he dropped his sword and the fiery rain stopped. The hooded boy fell to the ground. Laughing through his exhaustion. His master came over standing in all his daemon glory. "Good young, daemon apprentice. Your spell work is powerful. Yet you lack the three main…

CHAPTER ONE Kylissa swung her sword and chopped off one of the attacker’s hands. “Well, shit.” She had been aiming for his head. “You chopped off my freaking hand!” the vampire screamed, clutching the bloodless stump to his torso as he backed away from her. The sword stuck in the wall. “Gimme a second. I can do better than that.” She pried her weapon out of the crumbling drywall and swung it again. This time, he was ready for her and ducked away, shoving her to the ground. Kylissa rolled on…

he said to Unferth,”And you,Unferth, let my famous sword stay in your hands..”(pg. 52). Even though Beowulf didn’t care much for Unferth, he still was diplomatic towards him. While swimming deeper, Beowulf is grabbed by Grendel’s mom and attacked by other water monsters. This situation could represent the inner emotional journey a person goes through to become an adult. As the battle continues Beowulf is fighting to survive even though his sword does not work against the beast.(line 495, pg…

just below that one, but he did not get the chance to read it. The sound of two chatting men and a trotting horse broke the forest’s peaceful tranquility and drew his attention away from the sword. I have to get out of here, he thought, knowing instantly that something was amiss. With his newly claimed sword in hand, he grabbed the white leather belt with the golden scabbard and attached it to his waist. He then quickly and painfully stood up on his naked feet and stumbled towards the edge of…

“Her eyes are yellow,” young warrior blurted out. “She has seen what is forbidden.” Older warrior struggled to hold her, while the younger warrior fought to put a gag in the slave’s mouth Wild Orchid bit his hand, immediately received slap on the left side of her face leaving a red palm print. “A fighter,” the eldest warrior remarked. They finally succeeded in placing the gag into the slave’s mouth. Young warrior curious, “What was she yelling about, the truth about what?” “The ancient one…

movements. My sword had no magical properties and it was clear that if I were to keep fighting like this, I would lose. As I focused on her attacks I also focused on the blade of my sword. Channeling magic into it wasn't as hard as I originally thought it would be. All I had to do was visualize the magic going into the sword to make something greater. I was trying to make the sword help me in the battle, make it have a mind of its own. However, since I had little experience using a sword and…

The Kawakawa Indians had a great ability to imagine, which means they could use flint (rock) for weapons or tools. They didn’t have any fishing rods or fishing hooks like we do, so they used their arrows and traps to fish. The Karankawa's favorite weapon, the weapon they are famous for, is the long bow. The Karankawa used powerful bows that were as long as the bow user was tall. Remember, the Karankawa men were often over 6 feet tall. The arrows they used were long lengths of slender cane.…

vision start to fade and growing slightly blurry…. I don’t feel much in the way of pain… but am I actually dying? Finally activating her aura, further shots were repelled. Upon seeing Ruby’s Aura activate the bear realized he had no chance. He himself was not an aura user. Ruby thrust down the naginata once more into the squirrels arm before he reached his shotgun. “Hey Rio, We got to get away from here we can’t take em now!” the bear faunas glancing over at the Koala. Fear in his eyes as Emmet,…