nevermind i cant write accourding to your people why bother i wrote my hearts content and a wall is the reply i get back. im deeply burning now to throw my pen at the wall and say why do i try it took me a long time to come to where i did and it turned into a horrible "wall of words" that hurts others eyes. ill never write one word without thinking will it be a wall. the art is good i need to blow it out of the water with my words and never stop until i see that its as good if not better than the picture
Camellia was a poor girl of a small country that was know at the time as lantopia a small country that had won some if its independance from surrounding countrys. Camellia did not want to see her friends die at the fate of her eyes. her best friend once wrote on a paper "your hair has the softest touch your eyes may be danger that cannont be noticed until death has struck from your rain." at the time she only belived part of that her friend had said this to her" your a white poor girl but your beutiful in every way not just on the outside, one must take the time that war dose not give to know who you truly are for you have the fairest skin the most charming voice and you to may someday fight for our independance. camellia not know her friend was slayin in a battle begged to become a cursader at the risk of the queens life that she would personally shed her blood before her first battle on the thrown of the queen. at this risk of saying death would fall to her country she trained on a horse a brown very colorful horse with green around its head and ruby studs in the main.
she shook her head and said this suite its, its shiny with so many things that i must overcome to focuse i am wearing the most commanding armour of it it shines in every way my arms have silver with gold at my shoulder blad my breastplate is golden patterns running down with a rose for my blood to shed to a scarf with i could use to make deadly at night. must i go on, i shall indeed boast about being this. she gose one to tell about how the armour has two bands of green on her left arm and that beside her left breast is a pattern that her mother had put on for if she were to die her armour would show to her family. her elbow she really ranted on about that for she felt safe knowing that her arm could not be thrust off but as she was boasting about that she did know what was several days away.
Camellia arrived two weeks to a town that was about to battle the next day. she wrote " i must forget love even though it is a emotion that i have war will mess my thinking for fight up." she saddled up the next morning looked at her mixed group of men and women threw her hand behind her back and gave the flank and turn order she galloped through the blood of men and their dead companions to find her goal the lost medel of the fallen king of lantopia she mounted for a full charge only to feel her arm be broken, turning to make a revengance and not let her persuer get away that nicely she hurled a spear hitting the woman in her neck to bleed.
when she came to the point of medel she drew her sword without a moment to spair Camellia's once shining armour was now bloodstained and smeared with dirt and grim of the earth the dirt did not make her shiver as much as seeing blood did. she returend with the medel only to be took to another place this time only her and a person of her choosing. she picked her best female lancer to come along. then said RIDE HARD and they went 10 clicks north to the middle of a open field she lost her lancer but kept fighting her long enemy of the town of may tryed to thrust her only to find that she had a better plan that would involve a daring attempt to luer her into a place that no warrior could escape or live long enough to leave. it worked camellia was forced to take her armour off she asked if it could be sent to the queen and her family. she looked at the sky then screamed as blood ran from her heart to her palms then she droped to her knees laid on her side and placed her hand over her wound she was dead she looked around a took her last breath and closed her eyes to see the morning light.
when her body was brought back no one said i word from there all the way back to the castle. they stopped in the middle of the place they fought and the castle for a rest. when they awoke many men fainted to see her body arose she walked back and they fallowed to see her unlease a holy rain of terror on her killer. many men say that she lived on to fight to more battles a skirmish two civil wars and one sea battle. she then was truly killed when her head was sliced from her body to the ground she was entombed by the sea of lantopia with her sword at the top and any female who can pull it will fight with her spirit in them directly. the first person in 450 years pulled the sword light beamed from tomb her sprite rose to the sky and fell into the young girl who went on a uncontrollable rage for power and wrote these words not even a wall can stop me for when i come apon it it will explode at the fear of saying i cant break the barrier. the girl slammed her dagger into the wall and it shatterd into thousands of crumbs and she screamed "IT CAN BE DONE I WILL SHOW NO FEAR!!" the whole earth seemed to stop and turn to her the first person who fought her with a pen and paper wrote i am not a fool she replyed a fool has no mind to write you cannot speak a clear word of truth if i were to kill ten fold. he laid his pen to the side and said wise woman you do see the true work in my wrtingins very notable thing of you. camellia looked down and said i should behead you for this but spair you only to maybe regret doing so. she then looked in the mirror her eyes looked like they were set ablaze by a deamon and her head was so hot you could drink her sweat. she then took her bath and looked up and though i will reclaim my armour.
the battle for her country was very different she killed 180 men ruthlessly and did not think once did they care about my war notes did they need a plan she rode in and killed every thing that moved when camellia was forced back to the same place she burned the forest to the ground and set the caves on fire then left as she looked back she felt one thing. that was anger. she turned and yelled the famouse words her sprit did let me see one pen and war paper that scoffs me and they will burn head to foot.
Wow I can't loose my phone now that this great art is my wallpaper and it just dawned on me that I could look at this picture for 20 minutes at the most and have a four page story about her. Which I'd love to see how good my writing would be to go with art likethis