" The good deeds we do can help us on our path.  They fill the soul with hope and joy,  at times I look to that power.  But today I dive into a small part of my darkness. "

Sometimes you gotta go in a different direction.  All which lead to the same place.  Of course this little back road will lead through an area without street lights.  The only light I see out here is the silver pale moon light.  This is where I summon GlOW skull.  He is a small dark part of me.  Dark enough to dim the light I need to fight.  You see certain individuals are standing to close to the light.  Wanting it all for themselves.  In this case they are standing so close to the light that they do not realise how big the shadow they cast is behind them.  So I need a little bit of darkness and shade to dim these big lights.  Just for balance, no more, no less.

Special personal log:
We had set sail early on the 20th day of the second month in the year of 1728.  The waters seem tame and the winds sang a pleasent south song.  Almost exactly a day out of dock we encounter what I can best describe as a blue sun in the ocean.   In the early morning twilight a blue light shined from below.    Lightning bolts seem to emit from the waters and dance about the starless sky.  It was then I saw with my own eyes a man floating above the sea spinning a long stick made of blue light above him.  His eyes glowed blue and he uttered a strange chant.   In that moment we were all blinded in an amazing flash of blue light.  A creature now was in the place of the man.  Its wings were grand beyond imagination!  It was a dragon!  It then flew beyond the sky leaving behind ripples of blue light.

Empty shadows sing me songs..

I try and don't try all at once.

I'm a diamond with no luster.

A light to dim to see.

No shine just glow.

Always have been.

Beautiful on the inside.

For no one to see.

It was a fantastic machine. A machine that was built just for me.  No one else can drive it. No one else can turn it on.  You see its a part of me and my emotions.  My soul and my aura.  Its a part of my thinking and the boundaries I create.  Its engine runs on my imagination and emotion.  

The moment before take off is always my favorite part! I mount this star glass machine, imagination cycle, a bike made of the stars.  All of the air around glows a beautiful sapphire blue.  From earth to sky to stars past the blue atmosphere.  I am riding past our sun to beyond where it can shine.

Sometimes I ask for you.
Sometimes I look for you.
Most times I think of you.
Most times I smile in thought.

Sometimes I love you.
Sometimes I miss you.
Most times I want to meet with you.
All times I can't.

Sometimes I dream about you.
Sometimes I wonder if you dream about me.
Most times I run into you the next day.
All times we both smile.

Ghost Torch: Horse: Quiet Storm

When I was a baby I was sleeping in the night.. The indian chief walked into my tent to give me a name.. he then saw a torch floating over me. It was as if a ghost was watching over me holding a torch.. From that day forward I was known as Ghost Torch.. I was taken away from my tribe at a very young age.. I do not know what type of indian I am.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive.. I am 2 of 4 in this world.. I hunt the Nightmare storms that walk this Earth..

Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..

Weapons: Composite Long bow:
Helios Transformation: Lightning Phoenix Long bow wave series S.AWAY