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The General Essay, Research Paper The name given to him before, what he called bleakness was General Dravam ti?Macnas Bashere. But now every one referred to him as Ti?boh, which meant ugly. His name was Ugly. They thought he couldn?t understand them. They thought Dravam was an ugly deaf git. Outside he could hear the birds chirping and almost feel the heat of the sun. Ti’boh new what was going on outside. People were visiting their friends and family. Others were walking in the garden admiring the beautiful flowers grown by shredded minds. He caught a flicker of movement at his minute window. It was his friend. Bird. Bird was a Red Crested Wren; it had a tiny beak that would peck at the crumbs left on his chest. Looking past Bird, Ti’boh could make out nine parts of a

very beautiful sun. The window had curtains of steel. Steel. Ti’boh could vaguely remember something about steel? the ring of steel? The ring of steel hung in the air as he drew his sword. But he was barely aware of it. He new his opponent and the style he used. Jec was a formidable opponent. Both were well trained to the sword, both were near blade-master level already. Both stood on the balls of their feet ready to strike and defend. Quick as a fox Jec swung high. It was easily blocked. Getting in the right position he swung. Rising Sun met Startled Duck. As both near blade-masters swords hit he pivoted on his left foot and swung his right into Jecs? ribcage. With a gasp of pain Jec quickly backed away. Jec was at a disadvantage, as he had not had training by a master of hand

and feet fighting. Jec was blood soaked. Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood clothed. Blood clad. His hair was matted with the stuff. As Jec got a firm right in the ribs the point of a sword plunged into his heart. As always whenever he killed someone a pain unlike any felt on the flesh took hold of him. He felt like crying. The last thing Jec ever saw was the watery eye of his best friend looking at him with a grave expression on his face. Yes. Dravam ti?Macnas Bashere had just killed his best friend. Another victim of this cannibalistic sadist society people called civilized. Looking into the crowd surrounding him, Dravam could think of nothing but pigs. Pigs, the lot of them. Driven into a blind frenzy at the site of blood. One fat man holding a leg of ham in his fat fingers

shouted, ?more! More,? through a spray of half digested meat that landed in the hair of a skinny woman, who ate it. Dravam felt sick. Not vomit sick, but sick. He felt like he was going to? With a choking moan Ti’boh woke up in the tatters he called a bed. He would have called out for help, had he a tongue. Those flashbacks had been happening a lot more of late. Maybe it was a sign; maybe it was nothing. Nothing. His life meant nothing to Ti’boh anymore. Looking out his tiny window Ti’boh could tell the sun was just starting to set; it was casting a magnificent sunset across the land. Red and yellow blending into a pink unlike any he had ever seen before. If this isn?t beauty, he thought, then I don?t know what is. Beauty. Ti’boh remembered beauty. Though it was a

different kind of beauty. Something about a woman? Vanya shut the door behind her as she walked outside down the garden path out to the awaiting man. She was wearing a silver-white dress that came down to her ankles. The dress was done up to her neck with lace clinging to the top of it. Her shoes were white also, with pointy ends. Her dark hair came down to her dainty waste, adding a shadowy contrast to the dress. Dravam was wearing a red coat buttoned up to his neck with wolves climbing up the sleeves in gold stitching. His light blue breeches had heavy dark stitching of panthers clawing their way up the legs. His dark blonde hair was shaven at the sides and about an inch tall at the top. Even his piercing grey eyes could be seen in the dark. Always searching eyes seeming to see