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Kubla Khan

          Before the time of man, Earth's landmasses were one. It was called "Pangaea" and home to four races, The Vandarlen race, Xannren race, Macloien race and, the Xu race. What these races had in common was a legend of Kubla Khan, a half-breed who sacrificed himself to stop a holy war that nearly caused Pangaea to rip into peaces. By stopping the unholy one, both Kubla and the evil with out a name sealed their fate as the dome sank in the ocean. The legend said every two hundred years the dome will rise to set free the spirit to inhabit the chosen one to set forth on a journey to Xannadu. If this happen, the time of Pangaea will end.

                   In fear of this legend, the Vandarlens, Xannrens, and the Macloiens race banded together to stop this to happen.  They would kill the chosen vessel before the sprit could enter.  The Xu race was the protector of Xannadu and waits for the end of Pangaea as they worship the unholy one who has no name. Knowing of what the other three races were about to do, the Xu race began a campaign to destroy the other races to prevent the assassination. 

                            Samuel T. Coleridge in vision this through a poem called Kublai Khan, but was unable to finish the vision he saw of before the days of man. I will complete the story through my tale of his vision.  The poem by Samuel T Coleridge,and the song called "Welcome to the pleasure dome" by Franky goes to Hollywood, were the main influence for my story called, "Kubla Khan: The war for Xannadu" This idea was created in 1994.


Down below is The poem "Kublai Khan" by Samuel T Coleridge


Kubla Khan.
By Coleridge, Samuel Taylor .

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of

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