Super Powers for Artilia Anime & Video Game

Mac nine O: Power to Control Plants and Nature, summon Wood, Even Shoot Fire out of the wood.

Sophia: Shoots , Projectiles and variouse knlowedge of Martial Arts

Wahbeng : Can throw a powerball Like a Boomerang he can Kick it, He Also has a Baseball Bat.

Samuel : Has two Swords with a hand , He has one first then it turns to two, they can Grow in Size however not alot , he can also summon guns and swords for them.

Christian : Has hair that can turn into a four tooth blades, It can also turn into a Hellocopter.

Billy : Has three arms one is his tail, he can walk on walls and his arm can extend, he also has guns and swords.

Edison: Has a huge sword which he sticks to the ground and only uses it on occasion. He also Shoots a Beam Canon from his chest.

Viola: Ability to Teleport heavy objects onto opponents.

Wily : Has a Small Gun and a Horse that can movee Rally Fast.

Boxes of Worlds

 Closer and closer they appears as if out of nowhere. Joys of particles that rush through the body, hands and eyes only, eyes pop up , the golden hue that shines bright, that dark essence that consummates, the hazle, Grab squeeze, fingers maneuvering on the go. Large , small, medium,

They pop up grabbing cash, grasping, cloth, swinging to treasures, gems, ornaments, jewelry, The eyes again are seen, then they are seeing the sizes range, Boxes so many boxes hovering , fade into existence then fadeing out, fading into existence then fading out, fading into existence then fading out. Empty boxes then , things pop in the boxes, they eyes come closer, inside, worlds ,so many worlds with trees that have diamonds and gold, and silver, food pop out of the trees, money pop out of the trees, they travel by trees.

Adventures of the Warriors

 The raging force forty eight marshmallows that are under the table.Cross over the marsh of flavour drinks flowing on the ground.

The pace is increased the scene moves to a farm in the middle of space on a land only inhabited by those groups of individuals.

The essence of beauty, the grand hallways. The movement on top.

 

Epic space war, then when its done the beings find peace, they make peace, they live with peace and thus the land is saved.

The shops all over that place, those events already gone what was that but the events that happened long ago at a time so long the time period in this realm now is also of the now , it is contemporary.

On the benches of that store, there is a small gathering of individuals, they are speaking, 

Wow back then that was spectacular back then they had super powers, fire blast, water blast, earth blast, even space blast , electric blast, swords scepters and machines that had epic powers, now those are locked away hidden and no one is allowed to go over that area. What's more no one knows where its located.

The other person, that time was so long there is no point on focusing on that at the moment, so what else is there, there is leaves, fruits, the ground, the sky, buildings, and what of buildings you say, the buildings are here what are they used for do they talk no they dont so they do other things.

A Louder voice, even if the carpet is not wet do not track your belly on it.

Premanition of Echoes

 Ooo that beam that is untouchable understand onto which brings forth the ray the guide given. Making and shifting contraste leads to forms of creatures that are aware.

Gushed of burst into the radiance upon the pillar moving motion. Tempestual flowing seeing yet unseen.

Great and mighty the scenic essence.

The marks remain as the signs, the tunnel is filled outside is spacious,as many souls twinkle each time growing and shrinking

Premaniton of Echoes

Absence of error presents the setting

At just a moment that is always going

Flipping As They Jump Out

 The container halfway keeps being filled with planets, at the top is no cover some planets hop out, laughing they wonder into dissappearance

Another container being filled, it is filled of fragrances

They swirl inside, colliding and soaring

Some bounce of the other.

The jar thats closed all of them near.

Its contents empty, the ooze goes in without sticking so it slides up then back into the container repeatedly,

Flipping as they jump out,

Morphing as they rise up, a ray turn saveral small its shape seen

Another becomes another still sucked to the bottle , jumping some more,

Mini lives being lived its rise

Transferance when the loop through the container then from one conatainer to the other

The Approaching Kingdom

 The inner arrangments, motion flowing the friction is a maze. The motion goes it is light, the area intricate, view from a bove, 

The Motion Natural force as it goes up and up some more

Left nothing else

Right or correct a left is made again,

The melodies of the motion propells the forward movent, the are is a live in as much a it can come close to, 

Walls turn hoops,

Walls turn lines the form of creatures

Yet the motion uneaten 

Still with it.

Stillnes then go so far in the way breaks through, the kingdom cry out

Spreading out it approaches the motion, moving around the motion is still the surroundings Keep Dancing

Waterfalling Into The Sky

 A man sitting among four hundred and sixty six billion swords, Pull the wrong and he is shocked to find out what happens, Yet the correct one is there somewhere, He concludes that the answer must be to remain present.

The huge being hovering abve the ground, watchfull of this small realm, yet the contents have a vast nature I'm

The answer must lie within that being so he pulls each sword ever so slightly as he can be shocked, Astounded or bewildered by each pull.

 He only pulls slightly, Roar says that being as it calls yet it is above and the man low.

Walking so far what is that a waterfall that is going upwards enldessy into the sky, swimming up would be swimming forever therefore he only drinks.

Is the time moving or has it ceased he does not know or care, going forth he uncovers the correct sword

Atlast com down that which is high so it came down , he pierced the monster ended up piercing himself he becomes the sky being and soars high above the waterfall looking down on it above the clouds.

Then of He goes into the diagonal Horizon

The Village Beyond Time

 The village Beyond Time

The Sparkling continent that has creatures running until Taking flight. The

luxuries of the mist as other come in search of glory the rest pass by in awe the

wonders that are the creatures that exists talking birds that tell the time , tell the

direction give advice. Smell the aroma that is sweet. The Man an the other three

emerge triumphant. By wanting more what is there that we will seek after the end

of this escapade. The journeys that await as one finishes so the other starts, stark

contrast out line the glitter of the environment, the zone filled with zones. The

zeal that connects the many character. They are spirits that are souls meaning when

the pass by how can it not be magical. The spirit worlds as so many.

Jump onto the space , that which encompass and gives direction, in need of

navigation. The newness that fills each corner. The smell of adventure, Smiling

sunshine that does not set is the heat to much as always that is not possible as

this place does not know night, when asked the place speaks and says it is

unfamiliar. That is the place where the adventure never stills. Pirates hunters,

heroes that conquer villains yet villains have a voice too. Fairies and vampires yet

these bloodsuckers are not really dangers. There is some danger but no more

danger than an animal in the wild, so these vampires have their own space of

operation and no one s bothers them.

Boxes of emeralds that are sacred treasures, protected from fires , heat, water and

even the earth element. It should not touch the ground. A round object rolls on the

roadway, the travelers stare as it approaches, a silver looking ball, what's this a bubble that captures, now these travelers are rolling in a bubble down into the

forest. A pine tree in front they close their eyes out of fire the bubble leaps up into

the sky soaring high above, air balloons also in the sky and the talking birds smile

and cheer as this too is part of the days merits. What do we make of this, someonea sked the bird, the bird looks in excitement, the miracle of rays of sunshine

that are what controls our motions dependent on the time, as the tune of the

clock has a harmony, Pay for the rest he says, ah well that should be enough, pop

goes the bubble, and the travelers fall on the clouds yet they slip through as

clouds are water like and only one traveler knows how to swim, he begins

swimming from cloud to cloud as a cricket jumps from blades of grace, on and on

he goes , on and on, he goes, jumping higher then lower, then he stops and drink

the water that is in the cloud, ever so cautious as not to drink all of the water and

fall to the ground in a scary plunge.

He leaps from cloud to cloud.

Give what is it you have, the other reluctant take he says, swords pulled out ,

three way battle the victor no one as they all lost but somehow alive, passed out

the awake on the ground, someone hopping through the clouds.

On the ground they are tired and exhausted these warriors fall asleep. Travels

now pass them by recalling the events that took place, well it is a good thing we

made it alive, yet this is the world of living so onward we go.

The ships dock on the shore , they alight and embark onto the port, off to the

tavern , they go and eat of their fill drink and make merry the delightful creation.

The towns people happy listening so attentive to the tales of them that are free ,

who are unbounded and propel towards all four directions in search of what they

will find as what the find is always of great value.

The finding in a treasured box, that map that is glowin for them that see it. Kept

neatly in the house, not many know of it, it will not be taken by the owner yet

will be given as that is good, who is worthy , who can take this prized item, might

it bee to much for the one who is undeserving, drunk with its magic the evil that

awaits. Yet it is safe downstairs in the attic, the man farms daily , yet he sells not

his produce this is for him and he delights in the solitude of being in the farm the

trees make hime happy, day after day he spends time there. The person that leaps

from a lower cloud, stumbling into the garden, what is this.

The tavern ever so loud the voices echo throughout the land as music to the ears

of them that are in tuned

Degree Of Fire

 The likeness with its form goes in and out as the size moves from one direction to the the other the form is rotating at some degree the fire is ignited as the echo turns winged creatures and race through the palace the order is arranged as that same likeness shrinks into the area. As it grows it is still Still with the zone