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A Warriors Fate
The calm wind cooled the warm skin of the warrior. He sat under a large oak and looked over the battlefield. The warrior could hear the occasional cry of pain and plead for life, even the occasional silent cry someone made for mother. The warrior noted the healers who walked among the fallen, looking for those they could still help save. He shook his head and turned his look from the slaughtering grounds.

Closing his eyes, he recalled the image of his wife. Her long, sand colored hair, her blue eyes and her warm voice. He had met her at the harvest festival three years ago. They had danced together and watched the sunrise while holding hands. The warrior smiled as he recalled the time he spent courting her. He could clearly remember her warm laughter and the soft feel of her warm skin against his as the two had wandered into an abandoned barn.

Two months later they had been wed. The image of her on that day was burned in the warriors mind. She had been so beautiful that, at times, he felt he was undeserving of her. Of course, she always laughed at him for such thoughts if he said his fear out loud.

The farm they later worked at as farm hand and maid was a warm and friendly place. The farm owner was more like a father than an employer and the two were happy there. After the warriors wife became pregnant, the farm owner and his family were very understanding and supportive of her. The warrior remembered when he first held the young life he had helped bring to this world with her. His son. The joy and pride he felt for it flowed through him again and warmed the warriors heart. The thought of his family had given him strength in the time he had spent away from them.

The warrior smiled again as he remembered her wife by the stove, holding his young son in her other hands. It was right before he had been drafted to the army and one of the last memories he had of her and his son. All through the battles the warrior had thought of his family and how he would see them again. It had kept him going and he had survived many battles.

As the warrior slumped to his side, he realized he would not see them in this life, but the next. This had been his last battle for his family. The arrow sticking out of his other side had done its job. With his last breath, the warrior prayed for his family's well being and as the last shreds of life left him, he smiled as the memories in his mind offered him his last consolations.


by Amaarent Vasata


Editors Words
It was only a few days ago that the Atamaran Writers Association was founded. There are only a few members in the guild as of yet, but we hope there will soon be more and that we can really start working on bringing you, the readers, entertaining writings from all around Atamara.

To kick things off, we have printed this sample issue of Atamaran Writings to show you, our potential readers and members, what the Atamaran Writers Association and this publishing is all about.

The writings in this sample issues are mostly done by members of the Vasata family, mainly Paigven and Amaarent Vasata. This is due to the lack of membership in the guild, but we hope that future issues will have writings from many different nobles of Atamara. We hope you enjoy this sample issue.


Amaarent Vasata, Editor-in-chief of AWA


Fair Lady of Siver
In the cold, cold, north,

The fair lady of Siver lived,
Waiting for her lord,
The fair lady of Siver.

In the warm, warm, south,
Her lord fought,
Batteled with glory,
For the fair lady of Siver.

A long, long, way,
His love never dying,
Her love never faltering,
The fair lady of Siver.

A short, short, time,
His journey back home,
For the lady he loved,
The fair lady of Siver.

In the cold, cold, north,
The two lovers reunited,
The battle won,
For the fair lady of Siver.


by Paigven Vasata



Warriors of the Volcano Gods
From the black smokes they march,

The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Driven by gold and loot,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.

Swinging their swords for loot,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Drinking beer and eating cookies,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.

Hide your women for they've come,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Hide the pies and cookies for they've come,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.

Pay the price and they'll go,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Spit at them and they'll come,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.

Run Abby dogs, run, for they're coming,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Run goat lovers, run, for they're coming,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.

Victorious they are,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Eating cookies and drinking beer,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.


by Paigven Vasata


A Short Thank You
This is the end of our sample issue and I thank you for taking the time to read it. As you probably noticed, it is a bit light on content, thus it is distributed for free.

With more members in the guild, we can hopefully provide you with more reading and more varied styles of writings. I hope the sample issue has sparked your interest in the Atamaran Writers Association and I hope to see more people drop by at our guild house in Siver.


Amaarent Vasata, Editor-in-chief of AWA