The following post is paid for by Kurt Ganapathy Pictures and Into the blue studios. A movie made by my brother as a tribute to the first living creature in outer space, the legendary dog Laika. By the way the guy jumping into the sea is me.

An introduction to The Five Kings.

The world was once split by war. On one side were those that craved dominance, on the other, those that wanted to prevent it. Incradia, the largest nation among the others had massive military might. They were so powerful that no other country by itself could hold a candle to them. George, Durnewood and Priathor all suffered great losses to the Incradian army. With little hope left, they formed a desperate alliance to fight at the final battle of the Durnewood plains. Many men fell. All seemed lost when the commander of Durnewood dropped from his horse, dead. Incradia pushed forward and the ranks of the alliance began to falter. The battle was drawing to a close when suddenly, like a miracle, a great light exploded from the sky. The light was intense. It blinded everyone for miles around, everyone stopped dead in their tracks and it brought silence to the entire expanse of land. Only the wind was heard. And then, feathers. As the warriors recovered from their blindness, they saw the winged beings. Thousands of them. Their armor glinted like silver upon the backdrop of their pure white wings. They stood tall with proud and solid stature. Everyone around was awed by their presence. With a booming voice, their commander sounded an attack and within a fraction of a moment, their weapons were drawn. They moved like the wind. And attacked like lightning. These winged warriors charged into the Incradian army, decimating the first few ranks. Everyone grew afraid and dropped their weapons to the dirt. Like blistering rapids they tore through the army, sending them fleeing past the plains and out of Durnewood. The armies of George, Priathor and Durnewood looked on as the Incradians retreated. And they rejoiced. The battle was over as was the war. This was the coming of the Fotch. Winged beings sent from another land. One that wasn’t a part of the world that everyone knew but of one that celestial essence. Peace ensued shortly after when the King of Incradia signed a treaty with the alliance. From the death and destruction which the war left in its wake, the Fotch aided all the countries in rebuilding and reforming what had been lost. Incradia had decided to offer their support to the other countries in remorse of their previous actions. They exchanged some of their knowledge in crafts and warfare with the other countries and also helped to reconstruct the damaged castles in Durnewood. When everything was back to its former splendor, the world entered an age of calm. There was no tumult or conflict of any kind. The Fotch took up residence in the lands of Xander, which lay northeast of George. There, they lived quietly and gave aid to anyone who came their way. The relationship between the Fotch and Humans progressed and they began to see one another as brothers. In an act of friendship and care for the well being of men and women alike, the Fotch sent many representatives to act as guardians over the youth of the 4 countries. However, since the number of humans far outweighed the number of Fotch, only 1 out of every hundred youths had a guardian, which would look after every member of his family and every one of his friends.

The age of peace was disturbed by an uproar from a district of George called Mosin, which lay in the East. The people of Mosin did not want to be a part of the Kingdom of George. Mosin had a lot of its own resources and manpower. They felt that they could be independent of George. The King did not take to the idea very well and disallowed independence. This stirred up the people of Mosin. They felt as if they were being looked down upon as incompetent. They tried many times to gain independence but each time they tried, it was denied. The people grew frustrated and angry. Mosin would not give in so easily. So they began construction of a wall along its border. The entrance to Mosin was shrouded in forest so no one had seen the wall being built. It took about a year to complete the task and when it was finished, they called out to the King of George. The King did not give them independence but they believed the wall would. At first, the King wanted to send troops to destroy the wall but he was forced to halt his actions under pressure from Durnewood and Priathor. The peace had remained unbroken for so long and they did not want it to be broken by internal strife. Mosin was not recognized as a separate country and George still aided them when they needed help. However, the relationship between the leaders of Mosin and the King of George was never on steady ground. Some of the Fotch left after decades of living on the earth. They returned to the lands from which they came. No one knows where it is they returned to, but they departed from the world. Many stayed though due to their love for their human brethren. All the countries continued to live hand in hand and even a hundred years after the coming of the Fotch, peace remained. And only time would tell if it could last.

Beauty

This is my latest video. It's not funny like the previous few but i hope you enjoy it all th same. Have fun!

Thoughts

I'm not an emo kid, but sometimes i feel like stopping everything now before it causes my death anyway.

Yet other tmes i wish my life would never end.

If you stand above a 50 foot drop in a valley for so long.

You would know the fine line between life and death.

Yet it can be swayed so easily.

All it takes is a feeling.

That can rock you back and forth.

I don't want a bullet in the head.

I don't need a gun held to my head.

I don't want to have to say goodbye.

Sitting on a broken swivel chair.

Singing the lyrics to your song.

Watching the doors and hoping no one overhears.

We've all got a way to fall.

They'll tell you where to go.

But they won't know where you'll end up.

I need to stay afloat for the summer....

Lost-

The guitar gently strums and echoes through the halls.

And now the purple dust of twilight time, steals across the meadows of my heart.

The songs I remember, always there for comfort if things go awry.

A tiny butterfly that flies past your eyes on a fair afternoon can change your idea of life.

There is no strict meaning to life.

Except for one.

One thing so important that it outrides almost everything else.

What is it you ask?

You tell me.

Floating by the skies of peach in an airship high above the green green grass of home.

One step closer to heaven and one step away from hell.

Halfway between the gutter and the stars.

Riding on wings of angel's feathers.

The ominous chatter amidst the deep silence before the charge.

The whisper of your name on the wind.

If you took the ride into the west, on the grey ships.

I would swim behind you all the way.

If I could, then I would.

Dragging myself from bed to wake up everyday.

My life plotted in front of me, in pencil.

Pages torn, eraser marks all around.

Hoping not to make the mistake to end all mistakes.

But then again, the real world is just a lie you've got to rise above.

Those who colour outside the lines are the respectable people.

Heroes, heroines. The people you hate, the people you love.

Something that means the most to you may be with you for a tiny bit of time. And gone the next moment.

Gone without a trace.

And all you are left with is a memory.

Dreams.

Dreams of everything that happened after the void of not having it and everything before the void when it's gone.

It hurts to be able to think and not speak it.

The only escape is the printed word.

Quiet storms can be the deadliest of all.

One of the few things able to pull me out of bed each morning are the dreams i have.

Without them, this time i'm living would be a void as well.

Something can be so beautiful to someone that it aches.

Writers try to create something like that.

Often failing, or getting dissed for trying.

Yet all they wanted was to fulfil a dream that they believed in so much that it hurt.

Writers or any other artists are the others of the society.

Unfair, but ultimately true.

Have you ever seen a bright night sky where the clouds for a smooth black drape between the stars.

Standing on that same cliff with the 50 foot drop and watching the stars dance about on the black suede.

The purple moonlight caressing the trees and rocks.

Standing silently, watching the city below as a wailing violin plays a hopeful tune.

Jumping off that cliff hoping your dreams would give you wings.

And even if you hit the ground.

They will keep you alive.

There is a ways more to go from here.

One more step and we'll be furthest away from the start we've ever been.

We're constantly taking steps.

Getting to the end point is tough and hard to get by.

But if theres something to believe in, you can fly away on it's breeze.

And where the grass kisses the clouds, we'll be going.


Kyle

-Thoughts-