LOGINHis mother placed him under shrubs because she was a Nymph and had no idea about nursing a baby. His father had ran away upon the news of pregnancy, because he felt incapable of taking responsibility for the baby, not knowing that the mother of his child was a Nymph. The baby was found by a lady who nursed and sold him to being a gladiator. Ja Lia, his father was washed to the shore of the dark sea by pious Poseidon after he'd stolen the great helmet of Jin and was taken care of by Vulcan, the Roman Emperor who made him a master of gladiators and gave him the life he craved for. The gladiator was sent to serve under Ja Lia, who unknown to him was his father. Ja Lia feels insecure with the Cod around, and the Cod loathes the callous master and finds all means to kill to kill him. The Nymph fights her way to unite her family, but the only means is making a mistake and setting a battle between the father and the son...
View More"Stand up form me now." He wanted to say more than that. He was raged and he could feel his eyes bulging. He could feel his rage swelling. He could feel his heart's palpitations draped in crazed velocity. He didn't want to ignore all the attributes. He was more than sure that he was going to split. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. He did know what he did want and that was what he would go for. He would never make a puppet of himself. He would never be what he wouldn't be able to control. He wouldn't ever be what would be outta his own grasp. He would maintain the odds and rages he was already familiar with. Those were the only things which did seem as the best hoe for him. He did know that he wouldn't be able to put up with several other things ever. He did know that he wouldn't be able to understand several other things ever. He was more than sure about that. He was taking his time and was
"Stand up form me now." He wanted to say more than that. He was raged and he could feel his eyes bulging. He could feel his rage swelling. He could feel his heart's palpitations draped in crazed velocity. He didn't want to ignore all the attributes. He was more than sure that he was going to split. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. He did know what he did want and that was what he would go for. He would never make a puppet of himself. He would never be what he wouldn't be able to control. He wouldn't ever be what would be outta his own grasp. He would maintain the odds and rages he was already familiar with. Those were the only things which did seem as the best hoe for him. He did know that he wouldn't be able to put up with several other things ever. He did know that he wouldn't be able to understand several other things ever. He was more than sure about that. He was taking his time and was
"I'll have you whenever I want!" He didn't want to process that thought. He didn't need to. He did know what the Nymph could do and was lying wait for her. He didn't want to think the odds thoughts. He didn't know if he would be able to steer of them. He wasn't so bridled of course. He had always been loose and hadn't learnt to deal with the loose end. He did wish that he would be able to tame the rage and have his way around the whole thing. He really did wish. That was the only thing he could do. He couldn't had done better. Wish was the best pull. He wasn't waiting for the Nymph. He wanted to see what she would do. He probably was nursing the wrong thoughts. He had seen quite the numbers of things and shouldn't be surprised if something odd did take a new form. He didn't know what to be surprised about anymore. He would only wait. He wouldn't have to wait forever of course. He had never waited forever ever. It did have a sp
"Where again are we? Ain't you tired of all this." The view was familiar. He knew what twas. He had been there before. He wouldn't want to act as though he couldn't think or couldn't arrive at a sane judgement. That would rather be belittling. He didn't want an odd thing to have a start with him. He would try to scribble the implication of where he was on the platter of his memory. That should help him. It did seem as though he had sucked that imagery before. He did need to puke at that moment. If he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't be able to figure out where he was. He looked. He wasn't sure if he was seeing. He didn't even know if his eyes were open. It did seem as though a mist had made mess of his sight. He didn't even know what to put up with. He wasn't trying to play around the whole thing. He did only want to be sure. Everyone would want to do that. No one would ever want to be pawned. He hated having that feelings. He w