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'''Title: The Silver Golem '''

'''Author: Ng '''

I swung my silver
blade and it cleaved
into the shadow
horror. The blade
shattered into millions
of icy splinters, as
did the horror. My
forarm turned a pale
grey color, the color of
death. Now I had no
swordarm. All around
me I heard the
screams of dying men
and horrors. The pot
of silver was boiling
about 10 feet away
from me. Another
soldier was dipping a
stick in it, as he was
out of swords. Silver
was the only thing
that could kill these
awful creatures. A
horror advanced on
me, pushing me
toward the vat of
silver. I had an idea. I
dipped my arm into
the molten metal,
expecting to be seared.
I felt nothing as my
dead arm slid into the
pot. Then I swung my
arm into the horror,
expecting my arm to
shatter along with the
monster. To my
surprise, the monster
broke into a million
peices, but instead of
making my arm as
cold as the space
between stars, it
warmed. I felt my
fingers start to move.
My arm was made of
living silver!

I scooped
up globs of the silver
and lobbed them at the
horrors, but there
were still too many.
Out of the corner of
my eye, I saw one
rush at me. I raised
my arm just as it
struck. It shattered,
but the force of its
blow sent me
careening backward. I
landed in the caulron,
and expected to die.
But I did not. I was
submerged into the
bubbling metal, and
was transfromed.
Every part of me
became shining metal.
I rose from the pot, as
a pheonix rises from
its ashes. I looked
around the battlefield.
I had been in the pot
longer than I had
thought. All my
comrades were slain.
Horrors were poking
about, looking for
surviors. I expected
anger to sear through
my veins, hate to boil
my blood, greif to
cloud my mind, but
nothing happened. I
slowly steped out of
the pot and walked up
to a horror. Now it
was the one to cower
in terror. I touched it,
and it broke like a
fragile crystal.
Before I knew it, all
the horrors were
gone.

I looked about the
battlefield. It was cut
in between 2
mountains, a small
grove, if you will.
Everywhere was
death. Horror pieces,
dead soldiers. I
couldn't believe that I
had no feelings. I
began to think. There
was nothing I wanted
to do, so I took my only
refuge from the
horror of this place. I
closed my eyes, and I
stood. I was next to a
tree. I don't know how
long I stood there for. I
remember a loud
thwaking sound. I
traied to open my
eyes, but I could not.
Then I feld a blade
striking aganst my
chest. I heard
muffled voices.

"Look
at that! Silver inside
the tree!"

Then I
realized, the tree had
grown and
encompassed me. I
burst out of my
sylvan prison, much
the the chagrin of the
old man and his
friend. I ignored their
shouts, and began to
walk away. I walked
untill I grew weary. I
hove no idea how long
that was. I saw a
river. A beautiful
river. I walked into it,
and started walking
underneath the
waters. I walked out to
the ocean, and still I
pressed on. Then I
saw it. A magnificent
structure. It was a
huge city, made of
coral. It moved me.
For the first time in
centuries, I felt. I
walked into the city,
and saw odd, beautiful
people. I walked into
the center of the city,
and saw a pedestal. I
walked up to the
pedestal. A man asked
me who I was, and
what I was doing in
their new city. I did
not reply. I simply
told him my name.

"Atlantis"

Then came
the screams. I ran to
the place where they
came from, then I saw
them. The horrors.
Finally, anger seared
my soul. In a blind
rage of fury, I killed
all of them. Weary of
the fighting, I walked
back to the center of
the city. The same
man came up to me.

"You saved us! You
saved us all!" I did not
reply, I simply stodd
on the pedestal, and
watched. A huge
party was held, and at
the end of the party,
the decided on the
city's new name.
Named after its
savior: Atlantis.



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