The Writings of Brian C. Alexander

The Dragon Sword Long ago there lived a great warrior who's feats were aided by a powerful wizard. Together the warrior and wizard travelled until coming upon a large hollowed mountain where a ferocious dragon slumbered within. Inside the mountain, beneath the sleeping dragon, lied a sword that, if claimed, would establish the owner as the Master of Dragons. The sword was legendary and held the proposed power to slay any dragon in a single swing. Needless to say the wizard and the warrior longed to covet this artifact immediately. Thus a plan was struck. While the wizard distracted the dragon with illusions of soldiers trying to take the mountain, the warrior crept up on the beast and cut it's throat from behind. The dragon, which had slew a million men, had finally fallen to the combined fury of might and magic. After taking the mountain and retrieving the Dragon Sword, neither the wizard nor warrior could decide upon which one of them would get to keep the blade. Both b...

Waiting Knowledge, stacked over thy head and held in wooden shelves, holds no more knowledge than the efforts of a lone turtle, floating ignorantly through a pond of information. A turtle both unknowing of it's ability to advance knowledge and ignorant of it's place in the universe remains adrift. Life is speculation. To live willfully is to always seek knowledge of the brightest caliber. It is thy own ego and thirst for knowing which dries one's patience so quickly. Arrive at that point in youth in which you seek not to further gain experience. Desire no long road, higher placement or extended teaching. Only seek the end goal, the final truth, the absolute. To wait is to enjoy the fruits of what is one day gained, but here-forth, seek no enjoyment in the moments leading up till the obtaining of something. Know what it is to wait and come to identify it as a menial, trivial thing which one would prefer to not bother with. However, like the laws of orbit or the ex...

1. Dome Of The Martian Slavers On the rings past the collective of the galaxies that circled around the belt, there too was the dome they called headquarters. Within that crater, covered by the metals which held out the vacuum of space, there was a great many fields of green and orange organic life. There slaved the martian laborers, brought forth from the rebellion existence of Sion-3. In those days I was warden, keen to the sneaky ways of their kind. Alert to their attempts to escape. With one blaster a single runner couldn’t have gotten more than a few gates out. We made sure of that. 2. The Eyes In Saturn's Might The engine lied just outside the otter portion of the ship. We were on the brink of Saturn, slowly being pulled in by this sentient force which willed us forward. Mathews was still outside the ship by the time we realized what this force wanted. A single wire connected the engine to our cargo bay and, despite our attempts to rush the operation, the cable...

It was in the ending of the Fifth Age that Djorn was born into slavery and under the rulership of Gozaar, the Tyrannical Titan. A feared king and ancient deity who lived as a god amongst men. Djorn was one of many youths who, when he came of age, was forced into the armies of Gozaar and fought countless battles against the vile ruler’s opposing kingdoms. After a successful battle, led and won by Djorn, he was ambushed by bowmen who captured the young soldier and imprisoned him for one hundred days. For all these days and nights Djorn was not given food, water, exposure to light or any sustenance. He was raped, starved, stabbed, beaten, tortured and vitally wounded so the guards could place bets on how soon it would take for him to pass out from blood loss or worse, die. Still, for one-hundred days he did not starve, he did not weep, he did not die. Finally, forces from the Kingdom of the Tyrannical Titan were sent to retrieve Djorn from the dungeons of Gozaar’s enemies and the young...

It was during the ending of his training that Djorn was instructed by the sorcerer, Mathus, to preform three tasks to end his tutelage. The First Task: Retrieve the Blood Cape from the Tomb of Thotek. The Second Task: Contact the dead on the Mountain of the Nethereths. The Third Task: Ease the distress of the common man. Djorn was instructed that if he was to accomplish all of these before the next full moon he would be granted access to knowledge beyond his imagination. I Djorn sat in the desert with four great pillars surrounding him. He marveled at the night sky as the cool air filled his lungs and froze his skin. Yet, he wasn’t cold. The stars were out and the tops of the pillars were emanating a marvelous brush of colors. These colors waved like the ocean across the sky, and Djorn’s eyes stayed fixed on them. He was told to come here, to the pillars that sit in the ruins of Ghania, and by his teacher’s request. His teacher, the greatest sorcerer, Mathus. When Djorn arri...

So one day I’m walking down the Shadow of the Valley of Death and all of a sudden I come across some big purple fish, with his head faced sideways and upward, walking down the lone black road towards me in a black and white-lined foot suit, sporting a cigaret holder, a small piece of brown luggage and a plastic pack at his waist that seems to be filled with small bottles of whiskey mixed with green seawater. As I get closer I try to pretend I don’t see him. Hard to do on account of him towering eight feet in height and me sizing up to a lousy five-foot two. His big yellow eye, looking as if it had light egg yolk floating around in it, peered out at nothing as a black small pin of blankness rested at his optical center. It’s depth knew no bounds, but I wasn’t about to stop him to inquire about the make-up of his corneas. I kept to myself, pressed my brown fluffy coat real close to my red shirt, ducked my head and passed the fish-man, with reluctance, might I add. Before he gets ...

There were forty-three of us back then. Arthur, Gawain, Geraint, Percival, Bors, Lamorak, Kay, Gareth, Bedivere, Gaheris, Galahad, Tristan, Aglovale, Agravain, Bagdemagus, Baudwin, Brastius, Breunor, Caradoc, Colgrevance, Constantine, Dagonet, Daniel, Ector, Ector de Maris, Elyan, Galehaut, Galeshin, Geraint, Gingalain, Leodegrance, Lionel, Maleagant, Morien, Pelleas, Sagramore le Desirous, Safir, Segwarides, Tor, Ulfius, Uriens, Ywain and myself. We all drank from the chalice, and just like that we were eternal. Some decided to stay in Avalon, like Arthur, but more of us wanted to come back. Here. To see the progression of the world. The World Government had known about us since the dawn of time. Hell, I guess you could say we founded the World Government. Originally. Some os us became soldiers. Joined different nations. Branched out. Helped make and win wars. Men of power. What else were we good for? As time went on the people of the new ages didn’t want peace. Not like we fough...