i love to act
i love to write stories, most of them are depressing though :(
i love too cook, though sometimes I fail miserably
I'm a big fan of movies, I mean ofcource i'm doing filmmaking
Dead poet society
persuit of happyness
into the wild
I LOVE BASKETBALL
i got a very niche music taste The Smiths Bon Jovi Kansas Keshi
Need to tell you about my favourite books though
Harry Potter
Lord of the rings
percy jackson
and yess i almost forgot
I LOVEE ANIME I'M A BIGG OTAKU
my fairytale
THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
Once upon a time there were three little pigs. One pig
built a house of straw while the second pig built his
house with sticks. They built their houses very quickly
and then sang and danced all day because they were
lazy. The third little pig worked hard all day and built
his house with bricks.
A big bad wolf saw the two little pigs while they danced
and played and thought, “What juicy tender meals they
will make!” He chased the two pigs and they ran and
hid in their houses. The big bad wolf went to the first
house and huffed and puffed and blew the house down in minutes.
The frightened little
pig ran to the second pig’s house that was made of sticks. The big bad wolf now came to
this house and huffed and puffed and blew the house down in hardly any time.
Now, the
two little pigs were terrified and ran to the third pig’s house that was made of bricks.
The big bad wolf tried to huff and puff and blow the house down, but he could not. He
kept trying for hours but the house was very strong and the little pigs were safe inside.
He tried to enter through the chimney but the third little pig boiled a big pot of water
and kept it below the chimney but the second pig was tired and used the pot of hot water to calm down the pain in his legs.
The big bad wolf enters through chimney and eats all the three little pigs one by one.
The house is now filled with blood, the big bad wolf invites his friends and all the wolves feasts on the pigs.
Kratos Legacy
THE FIRST CALL
Kratos was in his room of boarding school, listening to the sound of the rain. In one hand, he held a vintage letter that had arrived via through an owl.
The letter was simple: “The blood and the lightning of Zeus flows in your veins, but the magic of Merlin is in your hands. Report to the academy at once.”
Beside him, an old brass radio came back to life. It didn't play music. Instead, it broadcasted the "Underground Oracle," a station for the academy of half-bloods and young wizads.
"The Titans have breached the Ministry," a frantic voice crackled through the static. "If you can hear this, grab your wands and keep your mana hydrated. The Dementors are hunting."
kratos’s pet cat, Fenrir, jumped onto the table. Fenrir wasn't just a normal cat though; he was a mixture of demi-god and a grade 1 spirit who could sense a lie before it was spoken. The cat’s fur began to glow a soft, celestial blue.
"The time has come, my Fenrir" Kratos whispered.
The cat let out a low purr, and as Kratos reached for his backpack, the cat began to vanish. In a puff of silver smoke the cat, swirling around Kratos’s wrist until it formed a glowing, enchanted bracelet. It was a "Shift-Pet," a guardian that turned into a weapon when the monsters closed in.
Kratos grabbed his wand carved from driftwood and dragon scale with a pegasus feather core and stepped out into the storm. As the radio let out one final echo, he tapped the bracelet, and his sword appeared with a lightning in his hand. He wasn't just a wizard, and he wasn't just a demigod. He was the bridge between two worlds, and he was finally heading home
THE MEETING
The secret meeting point was Platform Zero, hidden between the wall of platform 8 and 9, magical rain of a fountain in the center of London. To anyone else, it looked like a broken monument, but to those with the blood of gods and the spark of magic, it was the gateway to the "Argos-Express."
Kratos stepped through the curtain of water, his letter acting as a glowing pass. The air inside didn't smell like the city; it had a smell of its own a smell, a feeling like home, Kratos felt like he was meant to be in this world.
The station was a chaotic blend of two worlds. Massive marble pillars carved with Greek myths reached up toward a ceiling enchanted to look like a swirling nebula.
