Sneak Peak!: Silver.

In this city of stone, in this city where the creations of man touch the sky. In this metropolis, where the humans know no bounderies to further themselves, but the cost to the world is not seen. In this Falcon City, cultural center of the country of Aves, and possibly the world, there is war. No war like man has ever seen. No war that any man would be able to fight. A war that reaches into the metaphorical underground of the city. A war between those closer to gods than we know. A war between Werewolves, and Vampires. And a new, and tide turning piece is about to enter this war.

Date: Monday, June 8th, 2009.
Time: 1:18 AM.
Location: Unknown.

Where am I! Thought Nicholas as he pushed his way through brambles, and over growth. A damp foggy air surrounded him every way he looked. The trees seemed to be extremely old, as their branches barred the way to the sky, leaving Nicholas without any knowledge of direction. All he knew was that he was heading forwards, and until he found out where he was, that would need to be enough. "HELP!" he cried, once more, as his voice became rougher each time he yelled. "SOMEBODY PLEASE! I'M LOST!" his call raspy. He coughed into his sleve. "I need to find some water." he muttered.

Nicholas slowed his pace slightly. He was very tired. It felt like he had been wandering for hours, but he could only remember the last few minutes of walking. He staggered with exhaustion, wondering if he would ever find his way home. Come on Nick. You'll never make it if you don't try. And if you try your hardest, I have no doubt in my mind you'll find your way. "Oh how delightful." Coughed Nicholas. "Now I'm halucinating." he continued, his voice cracking. His mother's voice still rang in his ear. Come on now Nick! You can do it! she continued. Nicholas snorted. With exhaustion weghing down, his foot steps became uneven, and Nicholas fell to the damp earth. The wetness seeped through his clothes, and drenched them. He tried to struggle up, but he fell once more. There was a tree not far away, so he began to haul himself towards it. The sharp rocks and twigs tore at him, and left him with cuts. He tried to wail in pain, but no sound came from his mouth, with his toungue as dry as a desert. He came to the tree, and began to claw at the bark, hoisting himself up. He looked down on his body to see the damage. He had cuts speckling his chest and legs, some oozing crimson blood. Nicholas balanced himself on a tree and looked for some exit.

As he looked he saw a clearing, and even better, from that clearing he heard rushing water. "Finally." his voice came out so soft it was almost inaudible. He staggered from tree to tree, pushing himself towards the clearing, and the stream. It was so close he could almost feel the cool soothing water roll down his throat. He panted, but a smile remained on his face. As he came out of the clearing he practically fell over to the stream, and started drinking handfulls of water.He was in the middle of drinking when he heard something moving through the undergroath. He looked up from his hands to stare into golden eyes. A growl rumbling from the throat of the black beast in front of him. "Wolf." said Nicholas under his breath and jumped backwards. He landed on his bottom, and started to crawl backwards, constantly muttering "No no no no no..." The great black wolf continued forwards, until he hit something behind him. He craned his head upwards to see yet another wolf, smaller than the first but huge in size. He had a bright orange pelt. Nicholas looked around and saw that the wolves were surrounding the clearing. The black wolf stepped back and joined the circle, as did the orange pelted wolf. Nicholas staggered for the center of the clearing. "HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" he cried out. The wolves circled him, each of their eyes filled with hatred. Nicholas waited, and the wolves circled. It felt as if time was standing still. As if they he had spent years waiting. And then, in a flash, all of the wolves turned and lunged at Nicholas.

Nicholas closed his eyes, and suddenly he felt like he was far above the ground. He heard yowls of anger from the wolves, but their voices were slipping away. He opened his eyes, and looked down. He saw the clearing falling, but he stayed where he was. No, the clearing wasn't moving, he was! He looked up and saw a giant bat carrying him away. And for some reason, he felt no threat from the bat. He felt, safe. For once, since he entered found himself in the dark forest he felt a ease.

(More to come soon!)

I have possible kidney problems.

Well if the title wasn't a dead givaway. I might have serious kidney problems. I'm having an ultra sound date set up, and blood work too. Personally I think it's nothing, but I could be wrong. We'll let the doctors decide.

Other than that nothing much has happened. My socials mark has gone up by 35 marks, yay! My secret is nivea for men (can I have my money now?). Also I now fear public speaking, right before speeches in school. So that sucks.

But hey, life sucks from time to time. Gotta think positive and focus on the good stuff. But then your also an idiot for thinking everything is all right. You can't just not worry for your entire life, because then you don't realize when your life is going down hill. So my advice is to think about the good stuff, but don't let the bad stuff out of your sight.

KEEP ON ROCKING!

Nathaniel.

I'm a working man! (No, not a male prostetute. Sorry to disapoint Coady.)

I have a job! And I work for moneys! 12.50 an hour! Doing almost nothing!

I now work at a ski lodge not far from my house. It's an awesome job, because I handle rentals, which means that I sit in the rentals area, and read, while I wait for people who come in after paying to rent skis. I hook them up with skis, which is really easy, and then they go! It's freaking sweet!

Well, sometimes I do some ski lodge maitnance, like getting firewood, or making sure the ski poles are in the right place, but that's about it. Also, I work for 4-5 hours a day, on saturdays and sundays, but I didn't do anything then anyways, so it doesn't matter. Other than that my boss, and co workers are all nice, so that's awesome, in fact, my boss suggested I bring along a book, or any form of entertainment.

So now I'm employed, and make up from 50 to 100 bucks a week, and it's great. I'm also on a roll for beting my older brother. I got a job before him, I became taller than my dad before him, and have probably also done other stuff too that I just can't remember right now.

Keep on rocking!

Nathaniel.

WANNA WRASTLE!?

I don't actually wanna wrastle you. Instead, I'll tell you the meaning of life. I have known it for years now, and have proposed the idea before, and during a conversation todayI was told it was a breakthrough, and that I should write a book about it. So, here goes, the meaning of life is....... *Drumroll.* Oh, wait, sorry, I'm not alowed to tell you. Sorry everybody!

Onto other things. Life in lab city is OK, I guess. We had a bit of group break up going around. Mitchell was thrown out of the group, a decision I don't really agree with. And the anime kids, because of a lack of better names, is split in two. It was a shame, they were always tight. So now the whole balance is thrown out of order, and now anime group A stole our spot at the lunch tables, and I might just join them, after I atone for my act of self defence, by punching Megan's cousin in the stomach after he pushed me over. I kind of deserved something like that, but not being pushed over. So I am caught in a dilema. Even though Coady can be an ass, he's a funnyish guy, and I like Andrew's company, he's more intellegent, and you can actually talk to him without being called a faggot. While Anime group A has my friend, though she's pissed at me about the cousin thing, Megan, who is friendly with Andrew, and intellegent, plus she's pretty much the only one who can recognize me as a decent human being in Lab City. But then there is Mitchell, who is acting like a real victim, and hates my guts, I'm pretty sure. But I don,t think that's fair to me, because I have more of a reason to hate him than he does to hate me, even though I have poked fun at him, and apologized, but my weakness of sounding srcastic when I'm not is thrown on. I hate that.

I've been rambling too long. Anyways, I do actually have the meaning of life hidden away in my pocket, but I don't like giving away the answer, so I'll leave you with this.

Ask yourself what you live for?