Just a high school kid looking to make some music and further my passion. I hope I can improve on my mistakes, and get better at what I struggle with. That being said, I'm open to any feedback, and have no problem with negative feedback as long as it's constructive.

I've been dabbling with philosophy and storytelling lately, and I'll try to include a story with each new piece (starting with "And As the Bird Takes Flight"). It's my way of saying "This is who I am, and I'm not afraid of it." It's also my way of expressing my ideas, finding comfort within my own life, and coping with the dark thoughts that linger from worse times.

Something I forgor to log in while creating. I don't think you can find it in sequences anymore so here it is:


























Boo.


































(Within the story you're about to read, the man's name is Valor btw)
A man, young and lively, enters an inn to find rest. His journey ahead, one long and perilous, though he persists nonetheless, as his aim is pure. The next few months, he travels the lands, crossing waters, climbing mountains, unwilling to let Nature falter him. Months he did spend, but all was worth it. In the end, he found his prize: a flower that could bring eternal life. He found a field of them, yet only took one. Ate it, then took its only seed, and left. For months, he once again traveled, hoping to reach home, to save his mother. But when he arrived, she did not accept. She told him that eternal life would only bring her suffering. Unable to accept this bitter truth, he stormed out in rage. He couldn't see why his mother had rejected his offering of eternal life, health and youth! Distraught and full of fury, his outburst fell 25 trees. But he let it to fester. To hide, to grow. And years later, when his mother did finally die, he broke. His anger overflowed, a monster he became. All who lived within his village were consumed by the flames and made undead, forever cursed by his fiery fury to remain undying under his command. In his grief, he burned her body so that she may always remain undead alongside him, even if she, along with all the others, lost their memories.

Decades pass, and the man had become a fierce king, ruling a scorched empire with a heart colder than ice. His people, all undead, all HIS, with no other kingdom willing to stop him. And so he spread his curse to wherever he came. Until one day, while conquering a rival kingdom, he sees a small boy mourning over his mother, who was turning to an undead before his very eyes. This struck a memory, a crack in his icy guard, and he walks to the child, kneeling down to their level. The child pleads for their mother back, but Valor does naught but shake his head in reverence. "You can't bring her back," his voice, low and gravely from the years of cruelty, and claimed, ""But I will allow you to stay by her side at my palace, young one." Crying from the news, the child hugs Valor's leg tightly as if to thank him, but also to convey his fear. Valor would then pick up the child in his arms, would order the child's mother to stand, which she promptly did, now being a full undead. With the takeover of the kingdom now having been complete, Valor walked off into the distance, his army following behind him, as he made his way back to his palace....
To be continued....