A story...is clearly defined...
Very good Maestro. I read the review you told me to in your description and I was very impressed by it. You've made me, a weaver of stories, very proud. I feel it only natural and kind for me write a story in response. Mine is very similar to yours but with a different ending and a slight change in the storyline itself. A young man walk into a dimily lit arena. It is fogged and he can see very little as to who or what his opponent really is. Finally his opponent arrives, a floating figure masked with a metal mask that covers his face completely showing nothing. The figure laughs at the young challenger and sends spectral hammers to crush the young warrior. The warrior sits down Indian style and then hammers stop in midair as he closes his eyes. The hammers fly back at their director and he barely dodges in time. He speeds around at a high speed, as if to distort and confuse the young man. The young man remains silent, eyes closed, and strangely enough, is smiling. The figure is enraged by this and lifts the pillars and large boulders around him in his anger with his corrupt mind and hurls them at the man. The man frowns and says one word, "No..." and all the objects stop and drop with mere inches from the man. The figure cries out in a rage and shouts, "I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!" and flys at the young man. The young man replies to this with, "No...you will not..." and the figure stops cold in his tracks. "HOW!! HOW DO YOU STOP ME?!?!" the figure screams at his face. The young man opens his eyes for the first time and says, "Because you are rage,anger, and evil. I do not have such things in my heart as I have no use for them. All I have is virture, and since you are the antithesis of virture within itself. But since I don not have such a feeling in my heart, I rob you of your power. Therefore...you do not exist." The figure screams out that it is not possible and the young man pulls off his mask which reveals nothing. "I AM REAL! I AM PERFECT!!" The young man then frowns, slightly annoyed with his response and says, "I don't like to repeat myself." and the figure explodes due to the young man's compassion, calm, and good. The young man closes his eyes again and seems to realize that another evil individual, more evil then the last is near. "I know you are watching...your tricks are starting to bore me..." And with that is the ending of my story. By the way, is this the song that you said you would make in response to my last story? If not how is it coming along? Keep up the good work...