Narcharema the General, the Cowardly Giant, the Cowardly Giant

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Chapter 18

Ceriamus: now you have done it you will tell them you will BLOODY TELL
THEM!!
Nacirema: what do you speak of listen to your self you sound mad brother...
Ceriamus: I cant let them know about the magic, YOU You cant let them
know and we will make it so you CANT!!
Nacirema: what are you talking about?!



Ceriamus advances at Nacirema and draws a blade

The room spins and thrashes about in your vision when it settles again all
that remains in the room is the body of a bloody Nacirema standing over the
slain body of his best friend Ceriamus. The door is now flung open to the
shock and horror of Ceriamuss mother and father. Nacirema is speechless.
The guards are called and Nacirema is brought before the elders.

The room light fades out and about you seem to be pillars, before you a large

table at which is sat many elders

Elder: Nacirema what do you have to say for yourself lad you have been found
guilty of murder in the degree of envy.. How you could have slain your best
friend in jealousy of his victory over you is beyond anyone at this table
Nacirema: I.. I.. its
Elder: yes boy? Speak now or accept your sentence!


Nacirema turns his head down and for the sake of keeping Ceriamuss name
cleared and held in honor he accepts his sentence with out defiling Ceriamus
before the elders. He would rather deal with the consequences dealt to him
then appear desperate by trying to defile the name and honor of the one who
beat him..


Elder: then this is your fate, you are banished from the vale of the
Eshclipie people and you will never return. Your deeds have dishonored your
family and you will not go by your thereafter name again either. Thus is the
ruling of the table..

The light fades, Nacirema moves through the darkness in your mind over what
could be many miles and many years.. A man who would not slander his name or
another for any reason is now lost of it, but pride is still in his eyes for
he has learned his flaws in combat and will never make the same mistake
again

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Chapter 19

The light fades out and back then to an arena full of spectators

Announcer: SO THEN MY GLORIOUS PEOPLE WE HAVE REACHED THE FINAL MATCH!!! It
is the GREAT NACIREMA whom shall face the GREAT CERIAMUS..

Trumpets sounded and the two hulking warriors stepped from either side of the

prepared for battle. The horn of combat sounded and they broke into
conflict. Both had fought each other many time before and both had indeed
known each others weaknesses, in true combat Ceriamus had never beaten
Nacirema and both knew it a great weakness to Ceriamus. This battle however
was like none they have seen before Ceriamuss was faster, stronger, and
more determined to win then Nacirema had ever seen before. Nacirema fought
hard and strong like he knew he was sculpted to do. The battle raged on
through the night, and until the next morning, never had a battle of such
brute force been seen in the land of the Eshclipie. Each time it seemed as
though one would have the edge the other would catch their second breath and
volley the throws of combat in there own favor. None could predict the
outcome all sat in lock eyed wonder at the show that unraveled. Naciremas
form and tactics were flawless but Ceriamus was unrelenting and grew more in
thirst of victory. It was at this time that Nacirema downfall came abruptly,
upon such a fury Ceriamus brought upon his best friend, Nacirema doubted his
own combat prowess and second guessed his tactics and skills. At that moment
Nacirema faltered and fell losing the competition to his best friend
Ceriamus. All praised Ceriamus and all cheered him now the victor, Nacirema
took his defeat as a lesson and learned now to never doubt him self, nay for
a moment for that is the truth in ones downfall.


The day fades out with the sound of music and feasts and great honors and
laughter, you find yourself looking through a bedroom window


Nacirema: hey good friend I wanted to say
Ceriamus: WHAT are you doing here?! Why have you come?!
Nacirema: well only to say that I wish you
Ceriamus: to fail?! Is that it? I beat you fair and that is that FRIEND..
Nacirema: I see why not you anger.. I came to tell you that I wish you luck
Ceriamus: LUCK? LUCK? So that is what you think won me the Rites ?!? LUCK?
Nacirema: no friend, why do you take all I say in slant?
Ceriamus: be gone you are no friend of mine you jealous bastard!!
Nacirema: never have I seen you like this Ceriamus and what fuels your fires
I shall know

Nacirema moves towards Ceriamus and puts his hand on his shoulder
loses control and lunges at Nacirema. They scrap back and forth before
Ceriamus, in an attempt to force Nacirema out of the door knocks over a
dresser spilling the contents about the floor.

Nacirema: now look what you done.. I will help you clean up this mess then I
will go
Ceriamus: NO just go I dont want you here
Nacirema picks up some papers off the floor and stops...
Nacirema: What in the hells is this?
Ceriamus: nothing, nothing, go now will you
Nacirema: Ceriamus, what are all these things you have here? What is this
writing on these scrolls? This is not the language of our elders? And WHAT
THE HELL IS THIS??

Nacirema picks up a large vial the contents bubble out and fizz, sparks leap
from other glass containers, and a foul stench fills t

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Chapter 20

Your mind rests, as you become not your self.

Land races under foot, as you are propelled by the forces of nature towards
the northeast. All once familiar now gone, over vast oceans you sore faster
yet. Thick becomes the haze about you and damp the air. All to suddenly a
vast expanse of clear cloud cuts through the mist, a flawless white matched
only by the pure snow of mountain peaks. This expanse grows wide and objects
take shape moving about slowly upon this pillow surface. You have reached the

sacred vale of the Eshclipies. Walls made by dark storm clouds, streets paved

with hail unmoving along the top of this plateau of white froth. People
bustle about tall and pale skinned, effortless in motion and smooth in sway.
Busy is this vale but slow is its pulse'


Rumbling like that of thunder a low horn is sounded, and again it resounds.
It is the birth horn of the Eshclipies, and there have been two more births
this day. Feast follows and all are joyous for soon the rites of the endeared

shall be upon them


Every few years, when the next generation of Eshclip offspring has come of
age or rounding anyhow a great contest is held. All feast and all rejoice for

it is a time of jubilee. Twenty-five are chosen from the kindred, less if the

seed of the Eshclip fail slightly, to draw on arms against one another in a
battle of combat prowess and tactics. From this contest one is chosen to
represent their generation at the grand table of the Eshclipies, the highest
honor among their people. While the name of thy family is what gives the
Eshclip there status in there society siting at the table is by far what
makes them honored. As the worth of one is measured in the deeds and honor
that one has achieved.


Your mind blurs slightly as many years pass, steady is your glance upon the
vale and the fall and rise of many things are rushed as if mere moments were
years. Slightly spun your stomach turns at such speed before all is slown to
a halt once again. Your attention is drawn to a training yard




Nacirema: So, you have been chosen then?
Ceriamus: yes, I have indeed
Nacirema: well then good friend, may Honfucious grant ye luck.'
(Honfucious: Eshclip god of fortune)
Ceriamus: nay Nacir, may Grindafals grant ye grace in combat!!
(Grindafals: Eshclip god of war)
Nacirema: HAR HAR quite a humor you have always had dear Ceriamus, will you
join my family in meal this eve for a feast my family has prepaired in hue of

tomorrow spectacle??
Ceriamus: hummm, I pass this eve, strange as that may be to you Nacir.
Ceriamus: see you tomorrow then good friend.


Nacirema slightly taken back by ceriamuss words nodded and headed home
never before had Ceriamus turned down a meal, ever


Nacirema went home and studied his notes and attics and combat, he had
trained his whole life for what tomorrow would bring. He ate well and drank
well and listened to many tales of his brothers and father, stories of combat

and honor in their trials of the Endeared. After time he lay him self to rest

and shortly after succumbed to sleep.

Ceriamus went home and ate very little, spoke less to his family and went
right to his room. All night his parents called on him but he would not
answer, he was very busy in his room and they let him have his