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<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:48px;"><strong>Introduction Part 1</strong></span>
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<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:28px;"><em>The Man They Called Stryker</em></span>
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</p>

<p>
	<em>"They used to call me Stryker. Some of my friends still do.</em>
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<p>
	<br />
	<em>Hans Venechenko is my real name, but it tastes of blood. Hans was a soldier. He killed a lot of innocent people for a lot of evil men.</em>
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<p>
	<br />
	<em>Stryker was a rebel. He killed a lot of evil men and saved a lot of innocent lives... I like Stryker, but I've been learning to like Hans again. Because Stryker has no place in this world we've created, and someone told me that Hans deserved a second chance. I miss him very much, that little blonde runt. Perhaps I'll see him again soon...</em>
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	<em>My name is Hans Venechenko. You probably don't know me, but you know our story...</em>
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	<em>You know her legacy..."</em>
</p>

<p>
	<br />
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<p style="text-align:center;">
	*****
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<p>
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<p>
	"Why was he buried here?" Hans asked with restrained fury. He stood beneath the towering branches of the Mana Tree in the company of an aging, ailing Dorian Cunin and cohorts. Dorian released a heavy sigh, surrounded by his aids and medical assistants.
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</p>

<p>
	 "It's an empty marker. Marrick's remains were never found," Dorian explained, raising a soft cloth to the corner of his lips, breathing visibly taxed.
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"WHY, Dorian?!" Stryker held back tears as his wrinkled face scrunched with anger.
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"Because he was one of you!" Dorian replied, hacking afterward. His aides hovered around him, injecting him with a mysterious serum and offering him water from a flask which he rejected with irritation.
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	Hans turned swiftly to face him and two aides stepped forward, blocking any advancements toward Dorian. He may have wanted to grab him, lift him out of that chair and shake him senseless, but he wasn't about to harm a sick old man. Stryker was just upset, feeling betrayed.
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</p>

<p>
	"He betrayed us!" Hans yelled, his only thoughts of that traitor resting so close to Ana, Biggs and Cas. It made him physically sick.
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"He tried to save his people, and when he discovered Sarovoc's plan to deceive Whiteguard he died trying to kill him!"
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	Stryker was taken aback, filled with conflicting emotion. His gaze shied away and wandered to the empty grave marker. Marrick's white scarf was still tied firmly to the wooden cross. It was dirty, weathered and torn. Hans recalled that day twenty-two years ago when Marrick drew his pistol on the group, clutching Seto's pendant in his right hand.
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<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:16px;"><em>"Give the pendant to Seto, Marrick..."</em></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<br />
	<span style="font-size:16px;"><em>"I'm afraid I can't do that old friend..."</em></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<br />
	 
</p>

<p>
	The pain and guilt in Marrick's eyes made sense now.
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"There had to have been another way..."
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"Whiteguard would cease to exist had Marrick not done what he did," Dorian reassured him.
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"And if that monster had gained control of Bahamut?"
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	"He would never have allowed it. He would have died first."
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</p>

<p>
	Hanz remained silent as they lingered beneath the Mana Tree, the sun setting behind the graves of his fallen comrades.
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	<a href="https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3145507/1/Lucifer-God-s-beloved-son" rel="external nofollow">https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3145507/1/Lucifer-God-s-beloved-son</a>
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	This is a story I written about Lucifer. It entertained the idea of whether it is possible for Lucifer to repent.
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	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20702" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/582010197_Logo2.png.666b3ba957166a3d975a0c82f53e9ea3.png" rel=""><img alt="896615740_Logo2.thumb.png.41b99c3b4050377304104b912ddd7d8a.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20702" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/896615740_Logo2.thumb.png.41b99c3b4050377304104b912ddd7d8a.png" /></a>
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<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:36px;"><strong>CHARACTERS</strong></span>
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</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Feltman Family</span></strong>
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<p>
	<img alt="582270837_MayorMilesFeltman.jpg.b722c029c8e389463baa7566d85d3bfb.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20703" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/582270837_MayorMilesFeltman.jpg.b722c029c8e389463baa7566d85d3bfb.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Miles Feltman<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 72 (1948)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Order<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Faedar. </em>Miles possesses the ability to detect whether or not any individual is Fae, human or hybrid.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Agnes Feltmen, Montgomery Feltman<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Chester Feltman<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Mayor, White River Valley<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect White River Valley
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<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1832863604_NormaFeltman.jpg.84b54bd12f3a1524f9eda3c30f79fcc8.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20704" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1832863604_NormaFeltman.jpg.84b54bd12f3a1524f9eda3c30f79fcc8.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Norma Feltman<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 70 (1950)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae-Human Hybrid<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Memory Manipulation</em>. Norma possesses the ability to influence the memory and beliefs of individuals using the power of her speech.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Edna O'Brien, Cecil O'Brien<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Retired Librarian<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Find Miles, bring him home
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</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Ross Family</span></strong>
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</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1817970308_JuneRoss.jpg.1a35770f1f281003de855927d5914403.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20714" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1817970308_JuneRoss.jpg.1a35770f1f281003de855927d5914403.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: June Ross<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 45 (1975)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Order<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Empath</em>. June possesses the ability to detect the active emotions of Fae and humans alike.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Katie Lokey, Mitchel Lokey<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Real estate Agent<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Settle in White River Valley, protect her family
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<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20715" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/377489635_PhillipRoss.jpg.26f04b87a877d9ac9d4ae8272ef21a24.jpg" rel=""><img alt="302254441_PhillipRoss.thumb.jpg.ab719f0e4174db18bcb67e789d067b24.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20715" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/302254441_PhillipRoss.thumb.jpg.ab719f0e4174db18bcb67e789d067b24.jpg" /></a>
</p>

<p>
	<strong>Name</strong>: Phillip Ross<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 42 (1978)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Human<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Rodger Ross, Mary Ross<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Jordan Ross <em>(California)</em><br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Unemployed Engineer<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect and provide for his family
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</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20716" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/862417906_MelanieRoss.jpg.ea54a7bccc237cc109e5245ebde0585e.jpg" rel=""><img alt="1274870732_MelanieRoss.thumb.jpg.d4643b1e99747aa2daf9d2aeb526a15c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20716" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1274870732_MelanieRoss.thumb.jpg.d4643b1e99747aa2daf9d2aeb526a15c.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Melanie Ross<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae-Human Hybrid<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Order<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Healing</em>. Mel possesses the ability to heal the wounds of others using physical contact.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: June Ross, Phillip Ross<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Adjust to life in White River Valley
</p>

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</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Elliot Family</span></strong>
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</p>

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</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20717" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/583301844_NathanElliot.jpg.abad10ccf164afa02c9e869fcb3a8d04.jpg" rel=""><img alt="1577137212_NathanElliot.thumb.jpg.f0c37fc0215760eb7a74779ae0d30165.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20717" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1577137212_NathanElliot.thumb.jpg.f0c37fc0215760eb7a74779ae0d30165.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Nathan Elliot<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 46 (1974)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Silver Tongue</em>. Nathan possess the ability to make individuals believe whatever he says.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Rose Elliot, Lucas Elliot<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Jack Elliot<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Construction Contractor<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect and provide for his family
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20718" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/802868674_LauraElliot.jpg.bf12e517d4fdc5b7d025d1175fbd8f63.jpg" rel=""><img alt="1420870759_LauraElliot.thumb.jpg.2563bae9e9d13e606918c0de44f93dde.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20718" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1420870759_LauraElliot.thumb.jpg.2563bae9e9d13e606918c0de44f93dde.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Laura Elliot<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 46 (1974)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Elemental</em>. Laura possess the ability to control the forces that dictate weather.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Loretta Thompson, Mark Thompson<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Dispatcher, White River Sheriff's Department<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect and provide for her family
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="326185309_LukeElliot.jpg.9926eeb01875593ad9ca0118fc40f3a3.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20719" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/326185309_LukeElliot.jpg.9926eeb01875593ad9ca0118fc40f3a3.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Luke Elliot<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 25 (1995)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Telepathy</em>. Luke possess the ability to communicate with individuals within his line of sight, using only the power of and voice within his mind.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Laura Elliot, Nathan Elliot<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Jason Elliot<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Construction Worker<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Propose to Molly Harper, leave White River Valley with her
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</p>

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</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20720" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1840454141_JasonElliot.jpg.a77942e282d235fbcc4a23ae367e438e.jpg" rel=""><img alt="501817875_JasonElliot.thumb.jpg.9fc87c076ca9e517807d77a52f8b0178.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20720" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/501817875_JasonElliot.thumb.jpg.9fc87c076ca9e517807d77a52f8b0178.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Jason Elliot<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Pyromancer</em>. Jay possess the ability to conjure and control fire.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Laura Elliot, Nathan Elliot<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Luke Elliot<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Learn more about his new neighbor (Melanie Ross), finish high school and leave White River Valley
</p>

<p>
	 
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</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Miller Family</span></strong>
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</p>

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</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1518140631_BenjaminMiller1.jpg.184c4c5de78fa3195ce9627749b5a4c7.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20721" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1518140631_BenjaminMiller1.jpg.184c4c5de78fa3195ce9627749b5a4c7.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Benjamin Miller<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 45 (1975)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Order<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Invulnerability</em>. Ben possesses an extreme threshold for pain and physical damage.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Gladys Miller, Harold Miller<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Hanna Miller<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Sheriff, White River County<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect his family, serve the office of Sheriff, protect his county
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="814815915_DianaMiller.jpg.557a052e5e49c1280e737a9f2a3016d2.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20722" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/814815915_DianaMiller.jpg.557a052e5e49c1280e737a9f2a3016d2.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Diana Miller<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 44 (1976)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Super Strength</em>. Diana possesses the capacity for raw physical strength.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Sheryl Keller, Max Keller<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Max Keller<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Mayor's Assistant, White River Valley<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect her family, serve the Mayor's Office
</p>

<p>
	 
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<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="58073447_HarryMiller.jpg.e6a3b2730793ec3fe4df9dc1a5b9b655.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20723" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/58073447_HarryMiller.jpg.e6a3b2730793ec3fe4df9dc1a5b9b655.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Harry Miller<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Tank</em>. Harry possesses a heightened capacity for feats of physical strength and endurance.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Diana Miller, Sheriff Benjamin Miller<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Alexa Miller<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Find the courage to quit the football team and ignore social pressure to leave his best friends behind, win the heart of Jessica Freeman
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</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20724" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1095167598_AlexaMiller.jpg.45e487e006231e4690b662abf5701fb3.jpg" rel=""><img alt="1351321504_AlexaMiller.thumb.jpg.8ebdb88f4e33d4ebefdf1b3decbc1f91.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20724" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1351321504_AlexaMiller.thumb.jpg.8ebdb88f4e33d4ebefdf1b3decbc1f91.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Alexa Miller<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Tank</em>. Alexa possesses a heightened capacity for feats of physical strength and endurance.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Diana Miller, Sheriff Benjamin Miller<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Harry Miller<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Help Melanie adjust to life in the Valley, find a new summer romance
</p>

<p>
	 
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<p>
	 
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<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Song Family</span></strong>
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<p>
	 
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</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20725" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/478180994_HisaoSong.jpg.e8d5e2aeb56bd93162f351b234abcae5.jpg" rel=""><img alt="1500893491_HisaoSong.thumb.jpg.98d140267e4c935545093042a35efe6a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20725" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1500893491_HisaoSong.thumb.jpg.98d140267e4c935545093042a35efe6a.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Hisao Song<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 84 (1936)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Keeper</em>. Hisao possesses the hereditary responsibility of recording and keeping the history and lineage of all Fae in the Valley.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Yua Song, Akio Song<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Retired Mayor, White River Valley<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect his granddaughter
</p>

<p>
	 
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</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1505041818_BeckySong.jpg.47d2b5e65c0ae76ae63ccdc18c4cd657.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20726" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1505041818_BeckySong.jpg.47d2b5e65c0ae76ae63ccdc18c4cd657.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Becky Song<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Page</em>. Becky possesses the hereditary right to take her grandfather's place as the next Keeper.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Monica Song, Daiki Song<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Finish high school, earn degrees in literature and music
</p>

<p>
	 
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<p>
	 
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<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Harper Family</span></strong>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20727" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/468544789_EllenHarper.jpeg.a593f5ad7d7d8c8a7d36fd7aedae2b89.jpeg" rel=""><img alt="1909564910_EllenHarper.thumb.jpeg.4c9c72e414bf0171008ab5c47c4d1b14.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20727" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1909564910_EllenHarper.thumb.jpeg.4c9c72e414bf0171008ab5c47c4d1b14.jpeg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Ellen Harper<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 42 (1978)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Order<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Chlorokinesis</em>. Ellen possesses the ability to communicate with, and manipulate plant life.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Colleen O'Brien, Gregory O'Brien<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Florist, business owner.<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Run the family business, protect and provide for her family, care for her garden
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="732772534_StuartHarper.jpg.a12713c09bdeee721298e3b2cb4d1683.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20728" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/732772534_StuartHarper.jpg.a12713c09bdeee721298e3b2cb4d1683.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Stuart Harper<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 43 (1977)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Human<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Faith Harper, Constance Harper<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Bank Manager<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect and provide for his family
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1777807288_MollyHarper.jpg.ec28601bc2266f6648db36674fb5325c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20729" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1777807288_MollyHarper.jpg.ec28601bc2266f6648db36674fb5325c.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Molly Harper<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 22 (1998)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae-Human Hybrid<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Siren</em>. Molly possesses the ability to seduce individuals using the movement of her body, and sound of her voice.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Ellen Harper, Stuart Harper<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Peter Harper<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Exotic Dancer<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Earn enough money from dancing to go to school for acting in NY, leave White River Valley with Luke Elliot
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1039929305_PeteHarper.png.903e7d24dff76dbaebd8ae9b36cfee1b.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20710" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1039929305_PeteHarper.png.903e7d24dff76dbaebd8ae9b36cfee1b.png" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Peter Harper<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae-Human Hybrid<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Order<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Technopath</em>. Pete possesses the ability to communicate directly with machines using the natural electric current in his body, manipulating machines to execute operations and actions within the limitations of their programming.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Ellen Harper, Stuart Harper<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Molly Harper<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Get a degree in programming, get a job working for NASA, win the heart of Becky Song
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Moody Family</span></strong>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="847697359_HankMoody.jpg.3dac84985b7046d3bfbb97ba178fbb9a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20711" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/847697359_HankMoody.jpg.3dac84985b7046d3bfbb97ba178fbb9a.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Hank Moody<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 45 (1975)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Human<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Sarah Moody, Tom Moody<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Sandy Moody<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Unemployed<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Get drunk
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="887911262_JohnMoody.jpg.1252a7ffeb93324818018a97554fb817.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20712" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/887911262_JohnMoody.jpg.1252a7ffeb93324818018a97554fb817.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: John Moody<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 19 (2001)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae-Human Hybrid<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Electromancer</em>. John possesses the ability to conjure and manipulate electricity.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Julia Moody, Hank Moody<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Erik Moody<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Unemployed<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Protect his little brother, Erik Moody, win the heart of Jessica Freeman
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="1293851258_ErikMoody1.jpg.45a988e6673c428c0eca91cf0e07df8a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20713" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1293851258_ErikMoody1.jpg.45a988e6673c428c0eca91cf0e07df8a.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Erik Moody<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae-Human Hybrid<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Speedster</em>. Erik possesses a heightened capacity for dexterity and movement speed.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Julia Moody, Hank Moody<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: John Moody<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Escape his abusive father, leave White River Valley, win the heart of Alexa Miller
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">~ Freeman Family</span></strong>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="607307766_NancyFreeman.jpg.d18364bfe016a6d8c2642ca14e271749.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20709" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/607307766_NancyFreeman.jpg.d18364bfe016a6d8c2642ca14e271749.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Nancy Freeman<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 46 (1974)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Telekinetic</em>. Nancy possesses the ability to move objects within her line of sight, using only the power of her mind.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Charlotte Walsh, Hector Walsh<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Herbert Walsh<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: House Wife<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Maintain the Freeman Estate, protect her dynasty
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<img alt="650789099_JacobFreeman.jpg.3de9daf9791a4c49525d5c7f6ce2f98d.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20708" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/650789099_JacobFreeman.jpg.3de9daf9791a4c49525d5c7f6ce2f98d.jpg" /><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Jacob Freeman<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 46 (1974)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Super Senses</em>. Jacob possesses heightened capacity for all five senses.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Abigale Freeman, Jeremiah Freeman<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: N/A<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: County Commission Member<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Help run County affairs, protect his dynasty and family
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20730" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/992481444_BrodyFreeman.jpg.8e9fbaafd6341efeb86769c44d815b2b.jpg" rel=""><img alt="270902865_BrodyFreeman.thumb.jpg.776f44b4d842d8f5d3987de81d8d7811.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20730" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/270902865_BrodyFreeman.thumb.jpg.776f44b4d842d8f5d3987de81d8d7811.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Brody Freeman<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 21 (1999)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Chaos<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Mimic</em>. Brody possesses the ability to mimic the abilities of those he touches for a short period of time.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Nancy Freeman, Jacob Freeman<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Jessica Freeman<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Unemployed<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Try to get into college, find his place post-high school football
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20706" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1385559468_JessicaFreeman.jpg.b579c90056bab9bce205e4de142f8253.jpg" rel=""><img alt="1414393896_JessicaFreeman.thumb.jpg.b47330e34c4dfc7393299d9517aafddd.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20706" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_02/1414393896_JessicaFreeman.thumb.jpg.b47330e34c4dfc7393299d9517aafddd.jpg" /></a><br />
	<strong>Name</strong>: Jessica Freeman<br />
	<strong>Age</strong>: 16 (2004)<br />
	<strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br />
	<strong>Species</strong>: Fae<br />
	<strong>House</strong>: Wisdom<br />
	<strong>Gift</strong>: <em>Invisibility</em>. Jess possesses the ability to make herself or objects she is touching, invisible to the naked eye.<br />
	<strong>Parents</strong>: Nancy Freeman, Jacob Freeman<br />
	<strong>Siblings</strong>: Brody Freeman<br />
	<strong>Occupation</strong>: Student<br />
	<strong>Motives</strong>: Finish high school, maintain her social status and popularity
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">42776</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2021 14:21:23 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>FAE: Volume I</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/42740-fae-volume-i/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p style="text-align:center;">
	(This was created for television format, and does not translate to game format. This is just my latest story project. I've been working on it since 2016, and started writing it last year.)
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<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<a class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image" data-fileid="20585" href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_01/431820808_FAELogo1.png.c3a26227715c2e1a9759815eb98f700b.png" rel=""><img alt="1776321668_FAELogo1.thumb.png.dd007d76ceec4eaa27fd18c984cd5f38.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20585" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_01/1776321668_FAELogo1.thumb.png.dd007d76ceec4eaa27fd18c984cd5f38.png" /></a>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:48px;"><strong>VOLUME I</strong></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:16px;"><em>Created by M.J. Saulnier</em></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:16px;"><strong>Mystery/Drama/Science Fiction/Horror</strong></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="color:#e74c3c;"><span style="font-size:16px;"><strong>Some Mature/Disturbing Scenes</strong></span></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<div class="ipsEmbeddedVideo">
	<div>
		<iframe allowfullscreen="true" frameborder="0" height="150" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3Jx-9HEOtIU?feature=oembed" width="200"></iframe>
	</div>
</div>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<em><span style="font-size:16px;">“Spanning the breadth of your entire existence, you’ve asked the question, ‘What am I?’ </span></em>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<em><span style="font-size:16px;">Well, my precious child, I’ve been waiting a lifetime to welcome you home.”</span></em>
</p>

<p style="margin-left:40px;text-align:center;">
	<em><span style="font-size:16px;">—Woman In White</span></em>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p>
	FAE follows the lives of several families living in the quiet, rustic little town of White River Valley. An eerie, rural community nestled deep into the valley forest. Nothing in this place is quite as it seems on the surface, and seven teenagers are about to find out exactly why. The mystery runs deep, but the connection between them all runs even deeper. One of those teens is a new girl in town, about to discover the truth about this place, and her own connection to it. Danger lurks beyond every shadow, and secrets remain locked behind every door. FAE is a modern fantasy epic that promises to keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>VOLUME I</strong></span>
</p>

<div class="ipsSpoiler" data-ipsspoiler="">
	<div class="ipsSpoiler_header">
		<span>Spoiler</span>
	</div>

	<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents">
		<p>
			<strong>Episode 1</strong>: <a href="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/42740-fae-volume-i/?tab=comments#comment-295057" rel="">What Am I?</a>
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 2</strong>: Secrets
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 3</strong>: The Tree of Life
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 4</strong>: Calculated Chaos
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 5</strong>: Paradigm Shift
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 6</strong>: His Name Is Alister
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 7</strong>: Generations (Part 1)
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 8</strong>: Generations (Part 2)
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 9</strong>: Roots
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 10</strong>: Baptism By Fire
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 11</strong>: A New Body
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 12</strong>: Run
		</p>

		<p>
			<strong>Episode 13</strong>: Leaf On The Wind
		</p>
	</div>
</div>

<p>
	 
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">42740</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2021 18:11:58 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Alpha Squad [Rebirth]</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/42751-alpha-squad-rebirth/</link><description><![CDATA[
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	<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents">
		<p>
			This is an older story I found from the 2012 era. I remember starting this, and shortly after suffered some personal tragedy when the apartment building I was living in at the time burned to the ground.
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p>
			I think I'd like to finish this story, as it's much shorter than most of my other stories. I'll have to re-work aspects of the character development, because although I recall the plot outline, much of the intimate moments that link it all together have faded over the years.
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p>
			This should be fun. I don't write within the science fiction realm much anymore, either. So this should prove valuable for stretching those muscles.
		</p>
	</div>
</div>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<strong><span style="font-size:48px;">ALPHA SQUAD</span></strong>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:16px;"><strong>Created by M.J. Saulnier</strong></span>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<em>"In 2034 a US deep space probe discovered a planet inside the Milky Way galaxy containing alien life forms.</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	<em>One-hundred and twenty years later, mankind set foot on the planet for the first time... and the war has been raging ever since.<br />
	<br />
	Fifty years of combat later, I'm in a UNEGA transport shuttle on my way to the surface.<br />
	<br />
	My name is Kayleigh Dawn Mahoney. I had nothing to leave behind, because I lost everything a long time ago. I enlisted at seventeen after my mother died and my father slipped into an abusive, drunken stupor. He'd get so hammered he didn't know who I was, that I was his daughter. I'd turn into some cute little thing he figured was his girlfriend. It wasn't as bad as you might be thinking, but I had to leave, and so I did.<br />
	<br />
	After basic training, and a slew of aptitude tests, I was selected by the United Nations of Earth Galactic Alliance to take part in a top secret training mission for the Marines. How could I refuse? Five years later, here I am, headed for a hostile alien planet, lightyears from home, what little I had to call home. It's all so far behind me now..."</em><br />
	<br />
	<br />
	<br />
	<br />
	<strong>2204, The Milky Way Galaxy</strong><br />
	<br />
	The shuttle rattled and shook about as it entered the planet's atmosphere. It vibrated violently, producing a loud clanging noise that suffocated the thoughts of ten rookie soldiers. They had been through thousands of intense, realistic drills and simulations, but nothing could prepare them for the real McCoy. Heated, intense combat with an alien race unknown to the regular citizens of earth. It was known that we were away fighting a foreign threat to our planet, but the details get a little mixed up over the lightyears. The truth is a luxury most governments can't, or won't afford to divulge. They didn't know the truth, and most of them weren't ready for it.<br />
	<br />
	Kayleigh Mahoney cast her beautiful brown gaze at her best friend Keira Smith.<br />
	<br />
	"Are we there yet?" she said, imitating a young child in the back seat of a car on a long trip.<br />
	<br />
	Keira laughed. Her medium length blonde hair spilled over her shoulders from under a forest green bandana. She chewed gum through her smile and rolled her blue eyes, looking to her left at Trevor Hanken, who was sound asleep, drooling on his own shoulder. She shook her head in shock, looking back at Kayleigh.<br />
	<br />
	"I don't know how he can sleep through this," Keira said.<br />
	<br />
	Kayleigh shook her head, laughing at Trevor before she got more serious.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	"I just can't wait to get there, you know? Settle in, meet this Sarge guy."<br />
	<br />
	Jonathan Rhodes looked up from the memo he had been reading.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	"Who is this guy, anyway?"<br />
	<br />
	"They say he's some kind of hero down there. That his men worship him, and the hostiles fear him," David Carlyle spoke up. He leaned forward, an intensity twinkling in his eyes. "They told this one story back on the base ship..."<br />
	<br />
	<br />
	 
</p>

<div style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:18px;">*****</span>
</div>

<p>
	<br />
	<br />
	<br />
	"Negative Ghost 1! This thing is like the wrath of god! We need air support!" Captain Reynolds shouted into the radio over the sound of distant shouting, gun fire and grenade explosions. He sat in a poorly dug trench, screaming into a hand-held communcations device.<br />
	<br />
	Sergeant Sean Pentecost lay on his side to Reynolds left, awaiting orders, and growing impatient with the entire situation.<br />
	<br />
	The Captain shouted a variety of profane words before he stood up, keeping his head low. "This is the deal, troops! Command wants that Titan taken down, now!! Air support is a no-go on this one, gents. We're on our own!"<br />
	<br />
	Sarge leaped from the side of the trench, approaching one of his soldiers. He took a grenade launcher from him, throwing it around his shoulders and shouted across the line.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	"Cover me!"<br />
	<br />
	He took off over the edge of the trench and into the desolate, arid battle field. Miles of rock and dirt. Cloudy, stormy skies that only clear up a few times a month, and odd, unearthly creatures everywhere. Thousands of them marching forward toward the human front. Leading the charge was a giant. The beast was easily four, five-hundred feet tall. It seemed to scrape the sky as it charged forward, crushing any of it's own who failed to avoid it's devastating strides. They shook the earth beneath him, creating the sensation of a series of small earthquakes.<br />
	<br />
	Sean didn't flinch, nor hesitate. He pressed forward, fired round after round from his assault rifle. He picked the hostile alien soldiers off one by one at a distance as he ran toward the Titan.<br />
	<br />
	Ahead was an old human trench, evidence of a time not so long ago when they had won this battle, only to be driven back by the unrelenting attacks of the natives. He shot two of them in the trench, and three more beyond it as they threw crudely fletched spears in his direction. His shot, even on the move was deadly accurate.<br />
	<br />
	Ahead of him, a massive alien spike hit the ground and lodged in the loose, moist soul. The impact lifted dust and clumps of earth into the air. Sarge avoided the massive alien missile that lay in his path, striding to the left, ducking under the upper portion that protruded from the ground on an angle. He dropped his rifle at his side, reaching around his back to pull the grenade launcher around his waist.<br />
	<br />
	Moments before reaching the edge of the abandoned trench he took aim and fired a single grenade round into the sky toward the Titan. He pulled a grenade from his vest, pulling the pin as the explosive round hit the Titan in what would be it's face. He lunged sideways into the air over the trench, throwing the grenade with all his might before he fell safely into the trench in a fetal position.<br />
	<br />
	The Titan collapsed slowly, creating a massive earthquake, and a raging dust cloud that covered a two mile radius, sweeping over the human line like a sand storm.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	As the dust began to settle, and the men hacked and coughed the dust from their lungs and throats, the silhouette of a soldier holding a rifle at his breast emerged from the haze. It was Sergeant Sean Pentecost, head hung low, breathing heavily. He stood proudly over the trench.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	"Hope you pussies were takin' notes."<br />
	<br />
	<br />
	 
</p>

<div style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:18px;">*****</span>
</div>

<p>
	<br />
	<br />
	<br />
	Keira popped a bubble of gum. "This guy sounds hardcore," she said plainly.<br />
	<br />
	Johnathan Rhodes leaned forward resting elbows on knees.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	"There's no fuckin' way it went down like that."<br />
	<br />
	"Why not?" Carlyle asked, crossing his arms.<br />
	<br />
	"You're tellin' me his whole unit let him go it alone?"<br />
	<br />
	"They were shook up, John."<br />
	<br />
	"Bullshit! And what kinda grenade launcher can stop something that big? What was it? The only grenade launcher on the planet at the time?"<br />
	<br />
	Carlyle laughed.<br />
	<br />
	"He's not some kind of god, Carlyle. He's probably some hard ass old man who saved a few asses and won a few battles along the way, so they gave the guy a few medals. Few years and some half-in-the-bag mess hall magic later, the guy's some sort of inhuman alien killing machine."<br />
	<br />
	An argument erupted amongst the soldiers, and Kayleigh began to feel like she was the only one on that ship who was focused, nervous, or even worried. She looked down at her lap, a wave of anxiety falling over her entire being. What did she get herself into?
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">42751</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2021 17:37:57 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Final Fantasy (Tribute Series)</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/42735-final-fantasy-tribute-series/</link><description><![CDATA[
<div>
	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<strong><span style="font-size:28px;">Introduction Part 1</span></strong><br />
		<span style="font-size:22px;"><em>Reflections From The Future</em></span>
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		<br />
		<span style="font-size:16px;"><em>"My name is Hans Venechenko. You don't know me, but you know our story. You know her legacy.</em></span>
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		<span style="font-size:16px;"><em>It's a story of love, hate, friendship, betrayal, courage, and sacrifice. All the hallmarks of a good story. It's about rebellion, men and women taking a stand to defend their land and people before there was nothing left to fight for. It's the journey of how one girl from the slums of Zenobia inspired the world to form a revolution. To take our freedom by force, although at a grave, and unforgettable cost.</em></span>
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		<span style="font-size:16px;"><em>This is her story, but it's my story, too. And I'd like to share it with you..."</em></span>
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<br />
		<span style="font-size:28px;"><strong>Introduction Part 2</strong></span><br />
		<em><span style="font-size:22px;">Desert Rose</span></em>
	</p>

	<p>
		<br />
		Ana Maria Grace rolled over in her comfy bed of soft, warm, purple sheets in her cozy room. She was sound asleep, dreaming of some better time and place. A land of innocence, love, and peace. Angelo slept comfortably beside her. He was her large, furry brown dog. Her beautiful blonde hair rested over her forehead, covering her left eye. Her sparkling emerald gems were shut as she slept the morning away against her fluffy purple pillow.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		The buzzer inside of her old mechanical clock clang its usual dull, metallic, insistent racket. New clocks had something called a chip that was made from data or something. Here in the slums of Zenobia, there was no fancy, fussy technology. Bikes that ride themselves, you just sit and stare at people passing by. Neat little boxes that show moving pictures. Nothing so sophisticated. The inner city was like something from a comic book or fiction novel. Some futuristic metropolis turning time like the inside of a clock. Late at night you can look out your bedroom window, peer north into the night sky, and see it's lights glowing, flashing and blinking like stars hung just above and below the horizon.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		She opened her bright green eyes quickly, smiling wide. She smacked the plated spring on the clock, silencing it for another twenty-four hours, and leapt from her bed, startling Angelo as she did so. He slowly got up off the bed, jumping to the hardwood floor with a surge of energy that would last for the next 12 hours.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		"Can't come today, Angelo. I'm goin' to the inner districts," Ana said, leaning over in the doorway. She shut the door on him, and he tilted his head with a whimper.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		She jogged down the stairs of her tiny home, running into the kitchen where her mother was sitting, reading the Zenobian Times over a cup of tea. It was a shabby little home nestled into a nook of Zenobia's slums, but it was cozy, warm, neat and welcoming.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		"I made breakfast," her mother said lovingly, eyes fixed on the article still, no doubt retaining the words as she spoke to her daughter.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		"Not hungry, Mom," Ana replied, kissing her on the cheek, heading for the door.
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		Ana's mother looked over her shoulder at her oldest daughter as she grabbed her coat from the rack. "Stay away from those left-wing, hooligan friends of yours!" her mother yelled out to her as she dashed out the door.
	</p>

	<p>
		<br />
		The streets of Zenobia were bustling that particular morning. Buildings, trees, structures and rooftops towered over power lines and into the sky. Bikes, strangely built cars and trucks filled the busy streets. Some were paved or stone, others were run down dirt roads, usually in a series of gritty backstreets networking the outermost corners and reaches of the slums. Far beyond the cluttered, towering groupings of buildings, the massive structures and sky scrappers of the inner core of Zenobia loomed on the horizon like pillars of the heavens, watching over the poverty, despair and corruption that ensued every day amidst the outer slums...
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p>
		 
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<strong><span style="font-size:22px;">That One NPC</span></strong><br />
		<span style="font-size:18px;"><em>Presents...</em></span>
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<img alt="125437148_FinalFantasy.png.e72240eb515ca4860664637f5a58a2e3.png" data-fileid="20558" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_01/125437148_FinalFantasy.png.e72240eb515ca4860664637f5a58a2e3.png" />
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<br />
		<strong>Inspired by Squaresoft's Body of Work From 1987-1999</strong>
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<br />
		<strong>Created by M.J. Saulnier(That One NPC)</strong>
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		 
	</p>

	<p style="text-align:center;">
		<span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Dedicated to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hironobu_Sakaguchi" rel="external nofollow">Hironobu Sakaguchi</a>, and Final Fantasy fans everywhere</strong></span>
	</p>
</div>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">42735</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2021 17:51:51 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>A Legacy Written In Blood: Rising</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/42750-a-legacy-written-in-blood-rising/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p style="text-align:center;">
	<img alt="2126850352_ALegacyWrittenInBlood1.png.2d66fb9650b5aa06549e5100ad030113.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" data-fileid="20600" src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/monthly_2021_01/2126850352_ALegacyWrittenInBlood1.png.2d66fb9650b5aa06549e5100ad030113.png" />
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="color:#c0392b;"><span style="font-size:48px;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><strong>RISING</strong></span></span></span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:16px;">Created by M.J. Saulnier</span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:16px;">Original RP Concept by Sunal Wolfsbane and M.J. Saulnier</span>
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p style="text-align:center;">
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">
	<span style="font-size:48px;"><strong>Introduction</strong></span>
</p>

<p>
	<br />
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>"I prefer to go out at night, when the sun has rested after a long day of polishing the earth. The light is inherently forgiving in nature. It has a way of shining a false beauty over even the ugliest of situations. It gives cosmetic value to an otherwise worthless piece of merchandise. The light is the great deceiver, not the darkness. When the shadows close in around us and threaten to remind us of who we are, it's in the light we seek comfort and salvation.</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>I walk the streets of this forsaken city, passed the dregs, junkies and whores. I see and hear everything that happens in these streets; This concrete Gomorrah.</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>I see a man, a spineless worm, unemployed and hooked on crack cocaine. He collects welfare checks from his brother's mailbox and lives with his girlfriend and her two small children. He spends every penny chasing a high he'll never satisfy and watches her kids suffer, neglected and deprived of a mother and childhood.</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>His eyes are fixed upon a young woman, a prostitute. Her long blonde hair, slim figure and schoolgirl face earn her the money she needs to care for the product of a trick gone horribly wrong. The uninvited seed of a low-life rapist. A foreign invader who left upon her both a gift and a curse. A bittersweet signature left upon her world in the form of a pure, and life-long maternal love, marred by the memory of her violator every time she looks him in the eyes.</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>The pipe in his left coat pocket is still warm, and his mind races, the pane of glass between himself and reality slightly cracked and smudged. Only two things rest on his feeble, one-track mind. That perfect backside and the sexual release it will offer him, and the $600 which rests in her purse beside a loaded .45.</em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>Nothing good happens tonight. Nothing that can be summed up beautifully, or packaged neatly by a deep moral observation.</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em>People hide within the light. Hoping, praying that all of their superficial bullshit is in any way true, or in any way will protect them from the cruel reality of the human condition... Evil. Sin, and the capacity to commit sinful acts of violence, greed, or deviance dwell within us all. The road to heaven is paved with corpses... So watch your step."</em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:40px;">
	—Preacher
</p>

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:40px;">
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:40px;">
	 
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">42750</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2021 15:54:59 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>[18+] My short stories...</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/42709-18-my-short-stories/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>
	Contains drug abuse, graphic violence, sexual situations, language and mature subject matter.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	These are my favourites. If people want I'll post the rest of them...
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	The Basement (Drama)
</p>

<p>
	<a href="http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/shortstory-thebasement.html" rel="external nofollow">http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/shortstory-thebasement.html</a>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	Kill, Teach! (Crime drama)
</p>

<p>
	<a href="http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-killteach.html" rel="external nofollow">http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-killteach.html</a>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	Until Absolute Perfection is Achieved, Parts I and II (Sci fi action)
</p>

<p>
	<a href="http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-untilabsoluteperfectionisachievedi.html" rel="external nofollow">http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-untilabsoluteperfectionisachievedi.html</a>
</p>

<p>
	<a href="http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-untilabsoluteperfectionisachievedii.html" rel="external nofollow">http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-untilabsoluteperfectionisachievedii.html</a>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	It's Gotta be Something, Forever (Romance)
</p>

<p>
	<a href="http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-itsgottabesomethingforever.html" rel="external nofollow">http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/novella-itsgottabesomethingforever.html</a>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	Chosen (Western)
</p>

<p>
	<a href="http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/shortstory-chosen.html" rel="external nofollow">http://kitcarruthers.intelligentreconstruction.net/writings/shortstory-chosen.html</a>
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">42709</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 03:45:47 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The Night Before Election</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/39728-the-night-before-election/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>Hello gang! I realize I've been absent via the RM scene as I've gone between jobs and other things the last few months, but I haven't forgotten you guys. I wrote this poem awhile back. It's a parody of The Night Before Christmas, and deals with government politics and presidential elections.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>It's a satire, but is not meant to offend or advocate for any one particular side over another. So please enjoy.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The Night Before Election</span></span></span></strong></p>
<p>â€˜Twas the night before Election, and all throâ€™ the House,</p>
<p>The Demos were out clubbing, and the Repos all plowed;</p>
<p>The stations were set with little to no care,</p>
<p>For the votes that would soon be gathered there;</p>
<p>The voters were content with the promise of lies,</p>
<p>While hopes for the future continued to die,</p>
<p>And Big Chief himself, looking kind of glum,</p>
<p>Settled his brain for what was to come-</p>
<p>When out of the blue there arose such a clatter,</p>
<p>Why itâ€™s the Ghost of Presidential Future</p>
<p>                The Evil Mad Hatter.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Away with our dreams, it went with a flash,</p>
<p>Tore open our hopes, and demanded our cash.</p>
<p>The goon was abreast, out and in full,</p>
<p>Requesting the blood of hard-workers and all;</p>
<p>It waved its hands so that what may appear,</p>
<p>Taxes and exemptions for the following year;</p>
<p>With a do-nothing Congress full of dimwits,</p>
<p>I knew in a moment it wasnâ€™t St. Nick.</p>
<p>More rabid than feeble, his customers came,</p>
<p>And he whistled, and shouted, and callâ€™d them all lame:</p>
<p>â€œMore taxes! More fees! Our voters are now dumber.</p>
<p>â€œFirst Clinton, and then George,</p>
<p>and finally Obummer!</p>
<p>â€œIn God we trust, all others pay cash!</p>
<p>â€œSo pay you minions, with the new health tax!â€</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As trash in the wind is certain to fly,</p>
<p>They shoved the ACA without batting an eye;</p>
<p>And up through the House, the bill was pushed,</p>
<p>And any who contested were all told to shush.</p>
<p>And then in a twinkling, I heard on the news</p>
<p>The Repos were all laughing while cooking their goose;</p>
<p>The Demos all failed, â€˜tis sad but â€˜tis true,</p>
<p>But the Repos are still bumbling while guzzling the booze.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The Hatter was dressâ€™d in colors of gay,</p>
<p>While the Repos still shouted â€œTrue marriage shall stay!â€</p>
<p>Out of the sack, I saw a portion</p>
<p>Of a Repo bill that banned all abortion</p>
<p>The Hatterâ€™s eyes gleamed, cold as a rock,</p>
<p>This was the one that would replace Old Barack.</p>
<p>His droll little mouth was drawn up in sneer,</p>
<p>As he shouted the grand tidings of a miserable</p>
<p>                New Year!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>He whistled and grinned, and showed all his teeth,</p>
<p>And heralded in Americaâ€™s defeat.</p>
<p>He clapped his hands and blew out some smoke</p>
<p>And laughed when he told us our systemâ€™s a joke;</p>
<p>A Hatter, a troll, or even a snake,</p>
<p>A Demo or Repo, itâ€™s all just the same;</p>
<p>A promise of lies, a twist of their words,</p>
<p>We soon must decide the lesser of turds.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>They promise recovery and plenty of work,</p>
<p>But the rich get richer and the poor are still poor;<br />Our freedom, our rights, the whole Constitution,</p>
<p>They thumb their noses and call it superstition.</p>
<p>More laws and more secrets, a change we can believe</p>
<p>As long as weâ€™re willing our rights to relieve.</p>
<p>A Demo or Repo, such is our blight-</p>
<p><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We welcomed </span></span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:calibri, sans-serif;">the change without even a fight.</span></p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">39728</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2016 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Ashes all around - Poem</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/41568-ashes-all-around-poem/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Ashes all around,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Each particle of cinder was a testimony of a moment now long past,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Each dying flame is a remainder of his memories from a distant past,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">In a bonfire, scorched is everything that once was owned,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">As with everything touched by the sands of time,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">No more shadows in the present, only in the past,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Yellow pages burning fast.</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Rust in memories from corrupted days,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">All withers with the flowing of age,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Yet everything is as intended,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Thus he spoke:</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">“All I am will go with me, for all I have done and said”</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">”Was what I am!”</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Work forged with heart and soul</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Actions carried with mind and wit.</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Not a moment yielded, </span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Not a second wasted.</span></b></em>
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">Now all burns with him,</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">All he was is gone</span></b></em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	 
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
	<em><b><span style="background-color:transparent;color:#000000;font-size:11pt;vertical-align:baseline;">His ashes scattered all around.</span></b></em>
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">41568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2018 22:21:27 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Story Time with Wookie</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/41477-story-time-with-wookie/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>
	Right. My family and friends know me as the wookie.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<p>
	I wanted to tell stories to the world, and publishers that distribute on amazon make it really difficult and I don't have the patience to learn the skills to be approved anymore. So I am distributing my literature as audio books on youtube.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<div class="ipsEmbeddedVideo">
	<div>
		<iframe allowfullscreen="true" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ih1MCQ5iMeE?feature=oembed" width="480"></iframe>
	</div>
</div>

<p>
	I make the art, and stories and give the reading.
</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">41477</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 12:49:22 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Desert of Solitude Poem</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/41314-desert-of-solitude-poem/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>
	Something I wrote last night.
</p>

<p>
	 
</p>

<div class="ipsSpoiler" data-ipsspoiler="">
	<div class="ipsSpoiler_header">
		<span>Spoiler</span>
	</div>

	<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents">
		<p>
		</p>
		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Through the desert I walk with dry soul and pain in bones,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Tired of mirages and disheartened of the mind's illusions,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Forced to accept the fate which was brought by myself,</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">I left behind high slopes and narrow dunes of sand,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Unknowing that ahead was just more of the behind</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Accompanied only by the solitude of thought</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">The bonds of past lie in grains scattered by the wind,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Their echoes shouting all across the desert sea,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">For only those of crooked mind may hear and see</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Every now and then my steps lead me astray</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Lead me back to an oasis where Others lay</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Others whose echoes are not in sync with mine</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">I approach with steady pace and careful glance,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“I’ve been here before!” my mind cries,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">My knees drop as my burned lips touch the water</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Welcome back” the Others greet,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Anything new?” I ask as I lie in the shade,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Same old, same new, there’s nothing here for you!”</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Alas, but something is, a new face I see”,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Ours and not yours is She” their voice cry in unison</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">And underneath the palm tree She sat taciturn</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Ours and not yours is her pain to bear” they continued</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Her voice does not echo yours” I howl enraged</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">I turn my gaze to She as pain and loneliness envelop me</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Cast out of their choir and alone I sing,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Their madness and shouts, I confront with each step</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">With only echoes of those that were like me to stand.”</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“There’s no more green and blue in me.” she cries</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Others sing this is all that ever is to be!”</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“This is where respite is found forever” the Others join in</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“The Others live in light without the rays ever touching them</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">They are scared of the sunburn and coldness of the night</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">They do not know how to face this ever ending desert!”</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Do you?” asked the Others</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“You who seek the Void time and again out there only to return</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">And every time we see you, you bear more scars and echo less”</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“My echo does not grow silent, only my voice is weaker now</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Only my companion hears it and Those that walked my path</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Those that have, are and will tread in my footsteps”</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“My steps carry me here again and again as this was once part of me”</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“And we tell you time and again cease this folly for we will always be still”</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“I am not!!” she yells</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Just like that my bones strengthened and my soul was satiated</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“You would walk alone and be maddened like this fool?” the Others asked</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“He who never saw the green and blue, only shades”</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Nay, I saw glimpses of them as well” I intervene</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“Along with Those across the slopes and dunes of gray”</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Fueled and gorged I turned to She and my voice turned silent</span>
		</p>

		<p>
			 
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">My echo fell on her ears and her voice became silent</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">She wept and laughed, eyes burning bright.</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">No sounds, we just gazed and we parted ways.</span>
		</p>
	</div>
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	Something I wrote on a sleepless night.
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Every morning he wakes up</span>
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">His first thought is how he got so fucked up</span>
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“How did it come to be” thinketh he,</span>
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">“That I came to be so disappointed of who I have become?”</span>
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		<p>
			 
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">Unceasingly he tries to change his way,</span>
		</p>

		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">He plans and He applies, only to come back to square one yet again,</span>
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">The square where everything's the same,</span>
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">The square where the same pain dwells across his brain,</span>
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		<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">
			<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">He tries to forget about the “then and that”,</span><br /><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;">He tries to think about the “now and this”</span>
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<p>Hi! This is a thread where I will share my fanfiction. I will be posting chapters of my stories here, as well as links to them on other sites.<br /> <br />Feedback on any of this would be appreciated dearly!<br /> <br />(Do note that this post may not coincide with everything I've uploaded to other sites due to the fact that I have other things in life. However, feedback on what's already posted here is still greatly appreciated!)<br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Avatar: The Last Airbender</strong><br /></p>
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<p><br /><strong>Fire, Song and a Snowstorm</strong><br /></p>
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<p><strong>Chapter 1</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />           <em>She did not stop running. She could not. She had to get out of there, out of the ice fortress where she was being held. She didnâ€™t care that her feet were making visible marks in the snow â€“ if she could make it, it wouldnâ€™t matter.</em><br /><em>            Then the wall of ice appeared before her.</em><br /><em>            This was it. There was no way she could escape now.</em><br /><em>            There was no sun here, or blue sky. Only thick snowstorm clouds conjured by a stolen power. That was where she and the others were imprisoned. A world without warmth, or new company, or anything other than the ice and snow covering everything.</em><br /><em>            Was this her fate?</em><br /> <br />            A girl groaned as the morning sunlight poked through her window, shining on her face. She wrapped herself tightly in a red blanket and rolled over into her pillow, hoping she wouldnâ€™t be wakenedâ€¦not just yet.<br />            â€œElsi!â€<br />            A clear voice rang out from the other side of her bedroom door. Slowly, Elsi pulled herself up and off the bed.<br />            â€œWhat?â€ she said sleepily.<br />            â€œItâ€™s snowing, itâ€™s snowing! We have to go outside!â€<br />            Elsi opened the window curtain. It was indeed snowing. It was one of those rare snows where one could see the sun while the sky made ice crystals.<br />            She slumped toward her small mirror and began to comb the snags out of her dark brown hair, while her reflectionâ€™s golden eyes stared back at her.<br />            Soon, Elsi was out of her night gown and in a pale yellow day robe with green trim. She walked out of the small house where she lived with her aunt and found who had called to her.<br />            Mihoshi, Elsiâ€™s childhood friend, was standing in the snow. It wasnâ€™t very deep yet; one could still see the grass tips poking out of the white. As usual, Mihoshiâ€™s dark orange hair was in a single, tight braid, and she wore her favored color of mint green, which Elsi thought nicely complimented her dark brown eyes.<br />            â€œGood morning!â€ Mihoshi said.<br />            â€œGood morning yourself,â€ Elsi replied.<br />            Suddenly, Elsi felt something small, wet and cold hit her in the back. She turned to see Leyka, Mihoshiâ€™s dark haired younger sister, hiding her hands behind her back and trying, in vain, to form an innocent smile.<br />            â€œDid you throw a snowball at me?â€ Elsi asked, smiling back.<br />            â€œWellâ€¦â€ Leyka replied.<br />            Elsi nodded knowingly at Leyka.<br />            â€œYes!â€ Leyka yelled excitedly as she threw another small snowball at Elsi. Elsi, however, was prepared this time. Almost as quickly as Leyka had thrown the snowball, Elsi sent a blast of fire in its trajectory, melting it before it could find its target.<br />            Elsi was a firebender, but only a select few knew it.<br />            Elsi lived in a small village in the Earth Kingdom, called Midori, stationed in the middle of a forest. She had been raised by Meimu, her aunt, because her parents had been killed by the Fire Nation army. Her father, Keden, had once been a Fire Nation soldier. Forced into that role, he had longed for a way out. And one day, when his fleet touched a particular shore, he met Miri, a common woman from the Earth Kingdom. Keden had left the army and started a life with her, but a week after Elsi had been born to them, the army had found Keden and killed him and Miri for what they saw as an act of treason.<br />            Elsi, however, had escaped, as Miri had been wise enough to hide her under a shrub outdoors. The next day, Miriâ€™s sister Meimu heard the terrible news. Knowing where they had been hiding, she found Elsi and ever since then had been raising her as her own.<br />            It was how she had met Mihoshi. Meimu lived next door to Maya, an old friend of herself and Miri. Maya had a husband, Han, and a daughter, Mihoshi. From an early age Elsi and Mihoshi had been the best of friends.<br />            When it was revealed Elsi had inherited her fatherâ€™s firebending, she had been warned to speak of it to no one other than Mihoshi and her family, who already knew the identity of Elsiâ€™s father. Meimu knew that, with the war still going on, firebenders were seen as an enemy, and Elsi, if found out, would be an outcast. Worse, if any Fire Nation soldiers found out, they might capture or kill her because she was Kedenâ€™s daughter.<br />            Fortunately for Elsi, she wasnâ€™t the type to concern herself with anything outside of her own world. Oh, she was cautious. She kept herself a secret from strangers, and she was certainly not happy with what the Fire Nation was doing in the Earth Kingdom. But she felt fortunate. An orphan she may have been, but as far as she was concerned, she had a family. She had her aunt who loved her, and Mihoshi and Leyka and Han and Maya â€“ and Liu, who was at that moment flying headfirst into a snowman she and Mihoshi were building.<br />            <em>Splat! </em>â€“ The little brown striped cat bearing the wings of a swan rammed into the large snowball, getting stuck in it, and in the process causing the snowball to roll off of the snowman-to-beâ€™s bottom portion. As it landed, so did Liu, who at once sat up as soon as the snow broke. She shook the snow off of her head.<br />            â€œLiu!â€ Mihoshi laughed, picking up her quinn, for â€œquinnâ€ was what the cats with the swan wings were known as. Liu purred at Mihoshiâ€™s touch.<br />            â€œWhoâ€™s a pretty quinn?â€ Elsi cooed as she scratched Liuâ€™s head. Liu purred some more.<br />            The rest of that day was spent redoing the first snowman and building many more, some with cat ears, some with snowballs in their stick hands, and some with their arms positioned as though they were performing a song. In between that were more snowball fights. Despite Elsiâ€™s secret weapon, she couldnâ€™t always evade Leyka, who fancied herself a â€œsnowbender.â€ Even Mihoshi, an earthbender, couldnâ€™t always put up a wall of icy soil in time to block Leyka. Leyka, of course, had her own strategies. She was an expert at ducking snowballs and at jumping over them at just the right time.<br />           <br />            <em>And as the moon rose, it became clear to the one with the frozen heart that if she was to succeed, her fortress had to be hidden from all outsiders. She knew there was a small forest village nearbyâ€¦anyone could slip in and find it.The trees that surrounded her land would have to block it offâ€¦somehowâ€¦</em><br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 2</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            A velvety dark blue-gray covered the skies over Midori as Elsi, Mihoshi and Leyka retreated from the outdoors, where it was still snowing. Night had fallen, and the cloud cover guaranteed more snow to come.<br />            Liu the quinn napped in a corner near the fireplace, for which Elsi quickly provided flames. At that same moment, Liu rolled sleepily over and snored.<br />            â€œI canâ€™t believe you tried to make a snow fort,â€ Mihoshi laughed. â€œI honestly thought snow feared you, Els.â€<br />            Elsi giggled in reply.<br />            â€œLeykaâ€™s too good for either of us to outsmart her, you know that Miâ€™shi,â€ she said.<br />            Leyka looked at the two of them with a triumphant, slightly haughty face.<br />            â€œDonâ€™t think youâ€™ve won the whole winter,â€ Elsi said to Leyka. â€œMihoshi is right, snow does fear me â€“â€<br />            â€œ â€“unless <em>Iâ€™m </em>the girl behind the snow!â€ Leyka shouted back.<br />            Just then, the wind whistled and one of the windows came open. Immediately, plentiful cold air swooped in, putting out the fire and bringing with it some snow, which at that moment did not seem very frightened of Elsi or anyone else.<br />            Mihoshi went to the door and opened it.<br />            â€œWhoa!â€ she said. â€œThereâ€™s quite a blizzard out here!â€<br />            Elsi and Leyka rushed to the door to take a look. Mihoshi was right; the grass that had been poking out that morning was completely covered, as were the roots of the many trees that interspersed with their village. The lowest steps of both Elsiâ€™s and Mihoshiâ€™s porch stairways were also blanketed in white cold.<br />            â€œI should go back,â€ Mihoshi said. â€œMama and Papa will be worried if I stay out in a big storm too long.â€<br />            She grabbed Leykaâ€™s wrist and started to walk through the ever-piling snow to the house next door. Elsi could still hear Leykaâ€™s protests after she closed the door.<br />            Elsi tried many times to relight the fire and close the window, but it couldnâ€™t be helped. This blizzard was unusually strong.<br />            A little too strongâ€¦<br />            She looked over into her auntâ€™s room. Meimu was sitting in a chair with a now flameless candle, trying to read a book without light.<br />            Elsi decided it was safe to slip out.<br />            As she stepped outside, she discovered her suspicions were true: there was no way this could be a normal blizzard, even in winters like this. She felt as though her whole body was being pushed by the cold wind, away from a certain point. She looked in the direction from which the wind was trying to keep her and saw, to her shock and somewhat terror, that solid ice was creeping up a cluster of trees.<br />            Elsi pushed against the wind towards the trees. As she did so, she discovered that it wasnâ€™t the wind that was doing this â€“ <em>it was the snow</em>.<br />            The snowflakes were flying at her and pushing against her. They were not going down, as snow normally did â€“ they were flying in all directions from that point outward. Something was forcing them away so much that they were unstoppably piling into houses. It had to be an outside force, because snow couldnâ€™t have secrets or vendettas â€“ could it?<br />            Nevertheless, Elsi pressed on against the snow, and as she drew nearer, the pressure lifted. Oh, the winds were still strong and relentless, but the snow was no longer being pushed away. Now, as typical of a blizzard, it had no discernable way to go. Elsi noticed Midori residents closing their windows successfully at long last.<br />            When she was sure she was far away from any group of houses, Elsi lit a small flame in her hand to be her light. She approached the spot the snow had forbidden anyone access to, and yelped.<br />            A large cluster of broken tree branches and briars was stacked high up, much taller than any person, between two trees. The whole thing, and its tree neighbors, were covered entirely in solid ice. Elsi kicked it, but the ice was very hard. The trees surrounding the area were extremely close together, close enough for thick walls of ice to be between them.<br />            She walked in a circle around the particular area of Midori Forest, only to find that all the trees and everything in between was covered in ice. An entire section of forest had been cut off. Why?<br /></p></div>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            The next day, Elsi awoke, still feeling cold from the excursion she had taken the night before. Mihoshi and Leyka had to know what was going on, if indeed the forest was still frozen.<br />            It was no longer snowing, but there were clouds in the sky and no grass could be seen. The entire ground was covered in four inches of snow.<br />            Elsi couldnâ€™t quite remember where it was. She had pushed against the snow last night, but today it all looked different. Trees one after another, all looking the same. Clearings with houses interspersed between them. The place she sought she knew to be in the deep forest where no people lived, but she couldnâ€™t even seem to find a way out of the village.<br />            â€œElsi? What are you doing?â€<br />            It was Leyka.<br />            â€œOh! Leyka! Hi, hello. I wasâ€¦umâ€¦â€<br />            â€œMihoshiâ€™s been looking for you,â€ Leyka interrupted. â€œWhy are you wandering around?â€<br />            Elsi approached Leyka and got down on her knees.<br />            â€œListen,â€ she said quietly. â€œI found something very strange, but you canâ€™t say a word to anyone but Mihoshi.â€<br />            Leyka nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity.<br />            â€œDeep in the forest thereâ€™s a place thatâ€™s trapped in ice. All the trees are frozen together. I think someoneâ€™s hiding something there.â€<br />            Leykaâ€™s blank expression quickly turned upward into a wide grin.<br />            â€œYes, I will take you there <em>if </em>I am able to find it,â€ Elsi replied, sighing as she spoke the last bit.<br />            Leyka ran off toward the clearing where her and Elsiâ€™s homes were.<br />            â€œMihoshi!â€ she cried. â€œMihoshi!â€<br />~<br />            â€œSo last night, you think the <em>snow </em>was pushing against you?â€ Mihoshi asked Elsi.<br />            â€œExactly,â€ Elsi said as she, Mihoshi and Leyka entered the northern forest. â€œIt didnâ€™t feel like air at all. It felt like tiny, coldâ€¦thingsâ€¦that were pushing me away from there.â€<br />            â€œThings?â€ Mihoshi asked.<br />            â€œWhat else would you call them? Frozen ant-flies?â€<br />            â€œLook!â€ Leyka shouted suddenly.<br />            The two of them turned to where she was pointing. Among stark, leafless tress and a few evergreens was a wall of ice the color of the summer sky.<br />            â€œI donâ€™t like the look of this,â€ Mihoshi muttered, approaching the wall.<br />            Elsi gasped.<br />            â€œWait!â€ she said, running after Mihoshi with Leyka following.<br />            Mihoshi took a look at the wall. The ice encased adjacent tree trunks for up to at least twelve feet, and in between those trunks the ice was thick and strong. Mihoshi kicked a part of the wall between the tree trunks five times, but the ice did not even crack.<br />            â€œGive it up,â€ said Elsi. â€œThat stuff is harder than metal.â€<br />            â€œStrangeâ€¦â€ Mihoshi murmured, not listening. She began to walk to the right, following the circle the wall made.<br />            Then, she reached the first part of the barrier Elsi had seen.<br />            â€œWhoa,â€ said Mihoshi. Elsi and Leyka agreed; their eyes widened as they saw the barrier in daylight.<br />            The briars and tree branches could be clearly seen through the ice. With the ice holding them in place, some of them looked as though they were suspended in midair.<br />            â€œLetâ€™s go!â€ Mihoshi whispered in excitement.<br />            â€œLetâ€™s go?â€ Elsi said. â€œWe donâ€™t know whatâ€™s beyond there! Besides, how could we even get in? The whole place is blocked by ice!â€<br />            Mihoshi and Leyka both looked at Elsi.<br />            â€œWhat?â€ Elsi said.<br />            â€œYou can break it,â€ replied Mihoshi.<br />            â€œHowâ€¦<em>oh</em>.â€<br />            â€œBut,â€ Elsi continued, â€œI canâ€™t firebend here! What if I get caught? Besides, what if something really really bad is behind there?â€<br />            â€œNo oneâ€™s here!â€ Leyka said. â€œItâ€™s just us!â€<br />            Elsi looked at Leykaâ€™s excited face, then she turned to Mihoshi.<br />            Suddenly, something sparked inside Elsi. There was just something about Mihoshi. Something about how happy and bright-eyed she looked. Something about how Elsi didnâ€™t feel right letting her down.<br />            â€œOkay,â€ she said. â€œStand back.â€<br />            Mihoshi and Leyka backed away from the ice wall, and Elsi shot a stream of orange fire into the middle of it.<br />            The wall began to turn slowly into water, then into steam. A hole appeared in it, and it expanded, letting loose briars and branches. After a few minutes, the ice wall had been split in two â€“ there was a gap in the middle of it, marked by wood sitting in a puddle of water.<br />            Mihoshi stepped through and beckoned Elsi and Leyka.<br /></p></div>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            It was a completely different world.<br />            The snow that Mihoshi, Elsi and Leyka now stepped on wasnâ€™t powdery in any way. It was hard and packed, so much that each step a girl made created a crunching noise. This caused apprehension in Elsi, as she didnâ€™t want to be heard by anyone suspicious.<br />            Though they stepped further and further away from the ice wall, the iciness of the trees did not dwindle. Every lone tree was covered in ice from the ground up to what all three of them supposed was the highest point of the wall.<br />            Mihoshi glanced at Elsi. She could tell that her best friend still thought this was a bad idea. But to Mihoshi, this was new. This was an adventure. She felt she was meant to be here; to uncover all of its secrets.<br />            Suddenly, a shout dispelled the quiet.<br />            â€œLook!â€<br />            It had come from Leyka.<br />            Mihoshi approached where her sister was pointing. Then she gasped.<br />            â€œWe have to get out of here,â€ she said.<br />            Elsi shook her head. What was with Mihoshi? One minute she was all over this, and now â€“<br />            But Elsi soon understood.<br />            A soldier, undoubtedly from the Fire Nation, stood very still in the snow. His armor was the same white color.<br />            â€œWhat is <em>he </em>doing here?!â€ Elsi whispered. Her heart raced. Her villageâ€¦it was under attack!<br />            â€œWait,â€ Mihoshi said. â€œI think heâ€™s frozen.â€<br />            Elsi reached a finger out, slowly, and touched the armor. It was cold, and it didnâ€™t even feel like metal. It felt like â€“<br />            â€œSnow,â€ she said.<br />            Leyka punched the soldierâ€™s hand. It broke off and fell. She stepped on it and it turned into white powder.<br />            â€œItâ€™s a statue made of snow!â€ Leyka gasped.<br />            â€œWow,â€ Mihoshi said. â€œHow did they build it? It looks so realâ€¦â€<br />            Elsi turned. She saw, not far away, another soldier. This one looked like it was from the Earth Kingdom. Unlike the Fire Nation one, it had no helmet. Its hair and beard were showing, but it didnâ€™t have a face.<br />            She shot a stream of fire at its arm, and it melted into water.<br />            â€œLook at this!â€ Mihoshi said.<br />            Elsi and Leyka followed her voice and found yet another white soldier. This one had a helmet shaped like a wolf, and through it they could see its lack of face.<br />            Mihoshi stuck her hand in the helmet.<br />            â€œTheyâ€™re all snow,â€ she said with wonder in her voice.<br />            â€œIs this why this glade was cut off?â€ Elsi asked. â€œSo someone could make a bunch of snowmen?â€<br />            â€œListen!â€ Mihoshi whispered.<br />            Elsi listened.<br />            Footsteps could be heard in the distance, but they were soft. Whoever it was, they werenâ€™t crunching through the almost frozen ground like Elsi, Mihoshi and Leyka had been.<br />            They grew closer and closer.<br />            â€œEeeeek!â€ Leyka screamed.<br />            Mihoshi and Elsi turned at once.<br />            Coming toward them were at least a dozen snow soldiers, some from every nation. They didnâ€™t move like people. They moved, Mihoshi thought, like walking dolls.<br />            â€œS-someoneâ€™s bending the snow in them,â€ she stammered. â€œThatâ€™s why th-this was frozen. They w-want to hide their snow army!â€<br />            Elsi stepped in front of Mihoshi and Leyka. She took a stance.<br />            The snowmen kept coming.<br />            â€œGet away from us!â€ Elsi shouted as she shot fire at two of the snowmen, melting them.<br />            The snowmen formed a circle around the three girls.<br />            â€œS-stop it!â€ Elsi yelled. She continued to melt as many snowmen as she could.<br />            A female voice laughed in response. It was coming from a far point.<br />            â€œYou canâ€™t do that forever!â€ the voice called.<br />            As Elsi watched, snow came up from the ground and formed itself into a new soldier.<br />            â€œI wonâ€™t let you harm them!â€ Elsi called back.<br />            â€œMihoshiiii! Heeeelp!â€<br />            Elsi stopped firebending. One of the soldiers had grabbed hold of Leyka.<br />            Mihoshi bent a large rock towards the soldier but stopped. She didnâ€™t want to hit her sister.<br />            Elsi didnâ€™t know what to do. She had to melt the snowman, but she couldnâ€™t hit Leyka. And it would be hard not to; the snowman was moving away very quickly.<br />            Then more snowmen closed in on Elsi and Mihoshi, blocking Leyka from view.<br />            â€œNo!â€ Mihoshi screamed, bending the rock through the snowmen.<br />            Suddenly, they all collapsed into piles of snow.<br />            Mihoshi darted her head in many directions.<br />            â€œ<em>Leyka</em>!â€ she screamed.<br />            But Leyka and the snowman carrying her had both vanished.<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 5</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            â€œMihoshiiii! Elsiiii!â€<br />            Leyka still screamed and kicked at the surprisingly hard snow soldier. It was being bent so well that her kicks and flails did little to dislocate the snow, but she didnâ€™t stop trying.<br />            Suddenly, the soldier stopped.<br />            Before Leyka could try to escape, it started moving again, but it wasnâ€™t traveling the same path it had been. Leyka noticed that it been carrying her down a path marked by mean looking icicles jutting out of every tree and the ground. Now, it walked through a gap between icicle-covered trees and found a path that Leyka thought looked much friendlier.<br />            The trees here were not so covered in ice that they looked blue; she could see the wood and leaves through the ice. The menacing icicles were gone. Instead, intricate, smooth swirls of ice were attached to the branches and leaves, like works of art. It wasnâ€™t as dark as it had been on the other path.<br />            On top of that, the snowmanâ€™s grip on Leyka was no longer harsh and restraining. It was carrying her carefully, like she was a baby.<br />            She turned. Up ahead, she saw an incredible sight: a fortress made entirely of light blue ice.<br />            As she was taken closer, she witnessed the main doors open and a girl, about Mihoshiâ€™s or Elsiâ€™s age, stepped out.<br />            Leykaâ€™s mouth slowly fell open as she got nearer to the other girl, seeing her more clearly.<br />            The girlâ€™s skin was light blue, and her long, straight hair was also blue, a shade darker than her skin. And her eyes were the same color as the glaring blue icicles she had seen earlier, yet they had an odd warmth to them that no icicle could bear.<br />            Her garmet was strange, too. She wore a blue frock the color of her hair adorned with white ruffles and pearls. It covered her whole body, but Leyka didnâ€™t think it would protect her from the cold, even combined with the white gloves covering her arms.<br />            The blue girl raised her hands and lowered them. The snowman, as if responding, gently put Leyka on the ground. The girl then spread her arms outward, and the snowman dissolved into snow.<br />            â€œWhoâ€¦are you?â€ Leyka asked.<br />~<br />            Though the lifeless warriors forged of snow had been able to move about, Elsi and Mihoshi now stood still as icy statues, looking into the distance with wide eyes.<br />            After a long silence, which may not have been long at all, Elsi finally spoke.<br />            â€œWe have to find her,â€ she said.<br />            Mihoshi turned and looked at Elsi with sad eyes.<br />            â€œHow?â€ she replied, her voice soft with emotion. â€œWe couldnâ€™t stop thoseâ€¦thingsâ€¦when they took her.â€<br />            The sound of crunching footprints approached.<br />            Elsi spun towards the noise. â€œWhoâ€™s there?!â€ she demanded, igniting two flames within her hands.<br />            A voice sounded in the distance.<br />            â€œIâ€¦â€<br />            Elsi lowered her hands.<br />            â€œCome closer so I can see you.â€<br />            A girl, younger than Mihoshi or Elsi but notably older than Leyka, stepped into the clearing. Mihoshi put her hand up to her mouth to keep from gasping, and Elsi flinched. The girl had icy blue skin, hair and eyes. She wore a heavy blue coat adorned with white fur, two leather gloves, and a blue hat atop her hair, which was in two long braids.<br />            She giggled.<br />            â€œThis is not how I really am.â€<br />            â€œWhatâ€™s your name?â€ Mihoshi asked.<br />            â€œIâ€™m Ket-Ket,â€ the girl answered. â€œI used to live in the Northern Water tribe untilâ€¦â€<br />            â€œUntil?â€ Elsi inquired, extinguishing her bending.<br />            Ket-Ket smirked.<br />            â€œI donâ€™t think you would believe me if I told you.â€<br />            â€œBut you can help us find my sister?â€ Mihoshi asked.<br />            â€œYep!â€ Ket-Ket said cheerfully. â€œI think I know where she is now. Follow me!â€<br />            Ket-Ket started to walk back the way she had come.<br />            Elsi glanced at Mihoshi.<br />            â€œDo we trust her?â€<br />            â€œSheâ€™s just a girl. I think we can believe what she says.â€<br />            And firebender and earthbender followed the steps of the ice girl.<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 6</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            The path that Ket-Ket led Mihoshi and Elsi through started out like an ordinary snowy path through a forest until they came to a fork on the road.<br />            On the left path, a dark blue fog covered almost everything. The trees were completely frozen, so much that the ice surrounding them looked blue. Jutting out of the trees and ground were many vicious icicles.<br />            Elsi eyed the path warily, and a look of fear came onto Mihoshiâ€™s face. Her sisterâ€¦had they taken her down there?<br />            â€œOh, you donâ€™t want to go <em>that</em> way,â€ Ket-Ket said. â€œCome on, over here.â€<br />            The older girls turned and saw Ket-Ket start down the other path, which they, with relief, also took.<br />            The snow was falling gently on this path, and the trees, while still frozen, were visible through the ice. The sky was bright on this part of the forest, and Mihoshi gazed in awe at the smooth icy swirls jutting out from tree branches. Whoever had made them was an artist, she thought. They want this place to look friendly, she thought.<br />            â€œHere we are!â€ Ket-Ket said with a smile.<br />            Elsi and Mihoshi gazed ahead. Standing before them was a fortress made entirely of ice. It was layered like a cake, with octogonal floors atop each other and balconies on each roof excepting the highest, which was topped with a pagoda roof.<br />            â€œWell, come in!â€ Ket-Ket said. â€œYour sister is probably waiting.â€<br />            Mihoshi was the first to open the doors, which swung wide at the touch of her finger. She glanced back at Elsi, who stood still with a look of suspicion, and continued on.<br />            Everything was made of ice. There were ice scupltures of potted plants, ice fountains with ice shaped like running water inside them, and decorations that resembled frozen raindrops connected by string hanging from the ceiling. Right in front of her was a grand staircase to the second floor.<br />            She had barely taken all of its majesty in when a girl, who appeared to be made of ice like Ket-Ket, made her way down the staircase. The girl looked to be around her and Elsiâ€™s age, and she wore ruffles and pearls. Mihoshi noticed that she wore gloves like Ket-Ket, only hers looked like satin.<br />            Elsi suddenly appeared, stepping up next to Mihoshi, as did Ket-Ket on her other side.<br />            â€œKet-Ket,â€ the girl said in a somewhat serious voice. â€œWhy have you brought them here?â€<br />            â€œMy sister,â€ Mihoshi interjected. â€œKet-Ket says she was taken here.â€<br />            The unknown girl descended the steps completely, looking Elsi and Mihoshi in the eye.<br />            Then the serious look on her face melted into a smile.<br />            â€œI am Aira,â€ the girl said.<br />            She turned to Mihoshi. â€œSo your sister would be Leyka, yes?â€<br />            â€œYes!â€ Mihoshi cried. â€œOh, please can we see her?â€<br />            Aira turned toward the stairs.<br />            â€œOf course. Come with me.â€<br />~<br />            The second floor room was much like that of the first floor, but on the third and highest floor, it was different.<br />            Several armchairs and rugs made of packed snow filled the place, and a fireplace made of ice stood on the corner, with an ice sculpture of a fire in it.<br />            In one of the armchairs sat Leyka with a cup of tea.<br />            â€œMihoshi!â€ Leyka cried. â€œElsi!â€<br />            Leyka jumped off of the snow chair and ran toward her sister, catching her in a hug.<br />            Elsi turned to Aira.<br />            â€œSo,â€ Elsi said, â€œyou took her?!â€<br />            Airaâ€™s face fell.<br />            â€œI did not take her,â€ she said quietly. â€œI <em>saved </em>her.â€<br />            â€œDo you think Iâ€™m going to believe that?!â€ Elsi snapped.<br />            Aira stared Elsi down.<br />            â€œI rescued that little girl,â€ she said calmly. â€œIf I hadnâ€™t, she would have beenâ€¦â€<br />            Aira trailed off. It was clear she wanted to say something but didnâ€™t know quite how to put it.<br />            â€œWould have been what?â€ Elsi demanded.<br />            â€œIf I told you, you would not believe me,â€ Aira replied.<br />            â€œLeyka,â€ Mihoshi asked. â€œWhat did happen?â€<br />            â€œThe snowmanâ€¦the soldier, he picked me up and took me here,â€ Leyka replied. â€œThen Aira came and turned him into snow and said I should stay here.â€<br />            It sounded like a kidnapping to Elsi.<br />            â€œLeyka, come on,â€ Mihoshi said. â€œWeâ€™re going home.â€<br />            But as Mihoshi turned to the door, a wall of ice appeared before it, blocking it. Elsi, Mihoshi and Leyka quickly looked at Aira, whose gloved hand was outstretched toward the ice wall.<br />            â€œYou cannot leave!â€ Aira exclaimed. â€œNone of you! Once youâ€™ve been seen you are not safe, except with me!â€<br />            A flame erupted in Elsiâ€™s hand.<br />            â€œI heard you earlier,â€ she snarled. â€œI heard you call out to us as we fought your frozen soldiers.â€<br />            â€œWhat?!â€ Aira gasped.<br />            â€œYou told Mihoshi and I that we couldnâ€™t keep fighting them,â€ Elsi continued.<br />            â€œI wasnâ€™t even there!â€<br />            Elsiâ€™s flame evaporated. She kept her eyes on Aira, but her gaze softened.<br />            â€œThen who was that?â€<br />            Airaâ€™s face fell.<br />            â€œSomeone with ice for a heart,â€ she replied. â€œWhat I told you is true. If you try to get out of here those warriors will come after you again. I should know...<br />            â€œI tried to escape the night before last, but my path was blocked. This part of the forest was sealed off to make sure I didnâ€™t try again.â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 7</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            Elsi was leaning against the ice wall of the top room in Airaâ€™s fort. Mihoshi paced nearby.<br />            The ice wall blocking the door to the descending staircase was gone, but both girls knew that Aira was guarding the main door. Elsi was exhausted; twice she had tried melting the door with her firebending and both times Aira had been repairing all the damage she did before she could slip out. Elsi had noticed that though Aira wasnâ€™t hesitant about her icebending, she neglected to put her hands on Elsi. In fact, she seemed to be consciously not touching anyone other than Ket-Ket.<br />            â€œDo you believe her?â€ Elsi asked Mihoshi. â€œAira, I mean.â€<br />            â€œYeah,â€ Mihoshi replied. â€œI donâ€™t know why I wouldnâ€™t.â€<br />            Elsi shrugged.<br />            â€œI donâ€™t believe her,â€ she said. â€œI mean, Leyka doesnâ€™t seem to.â€<br />            She was somewhat right. Leyka didnâ€™t entirely trust Aira, but she didnâ€™t know if she disbelieved her either.  She did, however, trust Ket-Ket, who was currently exploring the fort with her.<br />            Elsi sighed.<br />            â€œElsi, are you okay?â€ Mihoshi asked.<br />            â€œI want to go home,â€ Elsi admitted. â€œI hate that weâ€™re trapped here.â€<br />            â€œMe too,â€ Mihoshi said. She squeezed Elsiâ€™s hand.<br />            Elsi squeezed back.<br />            â€œIâ€™m glad youâ€™re here, Miâ€™shi,â€ said Elsi. â€œYouâ€™re being here makes this whole thing bearable.â€<br />            Mihoshi nodded.<br />            â€œI donâ€™t know where I would be if you werenâ€™t here, Els.â€<br />            â€œIâ€™m scared, Miâ€™shi,â€ Elsi continued. â€œIâ€™ve flaunted my firebending in front of Aira and Ket-Ket, which means my secretâ€™s out if they tell. And Iâ€™m scared for Leykaâ€¦I think Aira turned Ket-Ket into an ice person like her and will do the same to Leyka and us if we donâ€™t get out of here.â€<br />            Mihoshi said nothing of her suspicions that Aira wasnâ€™t behind it. She knew her best friend needed a listening ear.<br />            After a silence, Mihoshi turned to Elsi.<br />            â€œIâ€™m sorry, Els,â€ she said. â€œWe wouldnâ€™t be here if it werenâ€™t for me.â€<br />            â€œWhat are you talking about?â€<br />            â€œIâ€™m the one who told you to open the ice barrier. If I hadnâ€™t, we wouldnâ€™t have ever encountered the snow warriors and Leyka wouldnâ€™t have been taken, and we wouldnâ€™t be here. Oh Elsiâ€¦I miss my home already. I miss Mom and Dad and Liuâ€¦Mom and Dad, Els! They must be so worried about me! And Leyka too! I want to go home to them, both of us, or at least somehow tell them weâ€™re alright â€“â€<br />            She was cut off by Elsi suddenly pulling her into an embrace.<br />            â€œMiâ€™shiâ€¦please,â€ Elsi said. â€œDonâ€™t blame yourself. Itâ€™s Aira, or whoever made the snow warriors, that person did this. Besides, you didnâ€™t open the barrier. I did.â€<br />            Mihoshi sighed as her arms hugged Elsi.<br />            â€œI would get us out of here if I could, but these walls are too thick to melt, and Aira is at the door,â€ Elsi sighed. â€œBelieve me, I want to go home too. Aunt Meimu must be scared to death about where I am.â€<br />            Elsi looked at Mihoshi and gasped quietly. She had only just know realized how close they were. A moment after, Mihoshi came to the same realization and the two broke the embrace and stepped back, still staring at each other.<br />            As Elsi looked at Mihoshi, she felt as though she was seeing her for the first time. Mihoshi was beautiful and so, so kind. Her face was friendly and her expression was full of compassion. She reminded Elsi of a flower in spring. She was, in Elsiâ€™s mind, perfect.<br />            And Mihoshi stared back at Elsi. All Mihoshi could think about was the glow of Elsiâ€™s eyes and the warmth of her smile. And she was good and kind and brave, like the sun that never failed to rise. She was perfect to Mihoshi.<br />            Both girls felt memories come to the surface. Those days when Elsi and Mihoshi had run through the tall grass as children, played in the pond, and written songs. The day Mihoshiâ€™s father had given her the liuqin and the joy she had shared with Elsi. The day Mihoshi had become a big sister and Elsi felt like she had too. Elsi creating spectacular light shows just for Mihoshi; the time when Elsi had accidentally burned a corner of her cat painting and Mihoshi had framed it anyway; when they had tried to get lost in the woods only to find that the old abandoned house belonged to Elsi and her aunt. All the games, songs, fire and snowball fights burned in their minds.<br />            That was the moment when Mihoshi knew she loved Elsi.<br />            She felt shocked â€“ not that she loved her, but that she had loved her all her life and not known it. In the next moment, Elsi was taken aback by the knowledge that she loved Mihoshi, and had loved her ever since they were children.<br />            â€œElsiâ€¦â€ Mihoshi said, â€œIâ€¦â€<br />            And in that moment her lips touched Elsiâ€™s, and the two of them sank into a kiss.<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 8</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            Within the highest floor of an icy fort, a firebender and an earthbender stood facing each other, trembling.<br />            â€œSoâ€¦th-that happened,â€ Elsi stammered quietly.<br />            Mihoshi broke into a smile.<br />            â€œElsiâ€¦we kissed. You and me, Els.â€<br />            â€œMihoshi,â€ Elsi asked, â€œdo youâ€¦you knowâ€¦â€<br />            Mihoshi once again threw her arms around Elsi.<br />            â€œI love you, Elsi,â€ she said. â€œI believe Iâ€™ve loved you ever since we met as children.â€<br />            Elsi smiled as she returned Mihoshiâ€™s embrace.<br />            â€œI love you too, Miâ€™shi,â€ Elsi said. A single tear formed in her right eye. This was possibly the happiest moment of her life thus far.<br />            Suddenly, a crash and bang sounded from two floors below. Mihoshi and Elsi broke apart, each with an expression of shock on her face.<br />            â€œWhat was that?!â€ Elsi cried.<br />            â€œMihoshiiii! Elsiiii!â€<br />            The two girls turned to see Leyka entering the third floor with Ket-Ket close behind her.<br />            â€œWhatâ€™s going on?â€ Mihoshi asked, stepping toward her sister.<br />            â€œSomeone broke in!â€ cried Leyka.<br />            â€œThe snow warriors got in!â€ Ket-Ket said.<br />            Soon, Aira appeared, huffing up the stairs, her face wearing an expression of absolute panic.<br />            â€œTheyâ€™re here,â€ she said, breathing heavily.<br />            Elsi felt as though she saw the older ice girl in a new light. No, she had never believed Airaâ€™s story, not until now. The snow warriors appeared to be after her. But then, who was creating them if not Aira?<br />            â€œI canâ€™t let them find her!â€ Aira cried out, frantically running to the frozen fireplace. â€œTheyâ€™re coming. Elsi â€“ it is Elsi, right? Youâ€™re a firebender, use that against them! Ket-Ket, do whatever you can! You twoâ€ â€“ she looked at Mihoshi and Leyka â€“ â€œjust stay behind Ket-Ket and Elsi.â€<br />            As Aira had predicted, two soldiers of snow made their way up the stairs, followed by seven more. Elsi blasted fire at the first two, melting them into puddles. She noticed that Ket-Ket seemed to be bending the ice furniture, breaking apart the frozen flowers and end tables. These she sent at the snow warriors. Punctured by the sharp ice, three soldiers collapsed into snow.<br />            But more were coming. Five more warriors filled the room, followed by four more. By now, Mihoshi and Leyka no longer heeded Airaâ€™s command. With no earth to bend, Mihoshi relentlessly kicked and slapped at the soldiers, as did her sister. Between them, they were able to disable five soldiers, but Mihoshi, who wasnâ€™t trained in fighting without earthbending, and Leyka, who wasnâ€™t trained in fighting at all, were growing tired. Elsi and Ket-Ket kept going, but it was apparent that they were outnumbered.<br />            â€œNo!â€ Aira screamed.<br />            The four girls turned. Two snow warriors were headed in Airaâ€™s direction, hands outstretched to grab her.<br />            Mihoshi didnâ€™t need to think twice: she ran at Aira, intent on pushing her out of the way â€“ <em>bam</em>! She slammed against a wall of ice and slipped to the ground. When she looked up, she saw Aira had made the wall.<br />            â€œAira â€“ no!â€<br />            Mihoshi could only watch as she pulled herself up. Leyka and Ket-Ket were trying to stop more from coming in, but they were obviously becoming exhausted. Elsi, however, was focused on the now four soldiers headed for Aira. She sent fireball after fireball at them but seven more headed for the ice girl. Within seconds, two of them had grabbed her by the arms and dragged her away from the fireplace.<br />            â€œPleaseâ€¦noâ€¦â€ Aira said softly.<br />            A crack appeared vertically down the fireplace, and then the whole thing shattered. Aira screamed in horror. All around them, every snow warrior save the ones holding Aira turned to snow and blew away.<br />            They all turned to see who had broken the fireplace, and they saw.<br />            A woman stood at the top of the steps. She wore a long gown of indigo with dark purple trim. Her black hair cascaded to her shoulders in thin, unbraided pigtails, and her dark purple eyes gleamed with contempt. In her right hand she held what looked like a giant blue snowflake.<br />            She walked with a pompous air to where the fireplace had been. Behind it was another room with three snow beds and a snow rug. Sitting on the rug, looking scared, was another ice girl. This one looked to be only eight years old with short hair that reached just above her shoulders.<br />            â€œAira,â€ the dark haired woman said in a cold voice, â€œso thatâ€™s where you were hiding her.â€<br />            Aira looked at the woman with frozen tears on her face.<br />            â€œPlease,â€ she said, â€œdonâ€™t take Maya-Ar again.â€<br />            Elsi glared at the woman.<br />            â€œWho are you?!â€ she demanded. â€œWhy are you threatening Aira?!â€<br />            â€œI,â€ said the woman, â€œam Kaligah. Kaligah of the Frozen Heart, queen of ice and snow. And how fortunate it is that I meet three more girls worthy of joining me today.â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Northern Lights </strong><em>(poem about Ket-Ket, her PoV)</em><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />This is the destiny of a child of the moon<br />Never was I connected to my element<br />Why should I not have acquired the fate<br />To <em>become </em>my element<br />To become like the city of my home<br />But still, itâ€™s a curse<br />It was never meant to be me<br />The Ice Queen was looking for another<br />For the one who could make the waters sing<br />I wasnâ€™t about to let her<br />I love my family<br />I stepped forward and she took me<br /> <br />The northern lights are far, far away now<br />I am very lucky to have found new family<br />A big sister and little sister within the frozen forest<br />I desire to take them home<br />We might go back across the ocean<br />To the northern lights<br />To the family who thinks me lost<br />But the Ice Queen is merciless<br />She will never ever let us go<br />I will not relent, however<br />I will stand by my new sisters<br />And one day<br />We three will return to the northern lights<br />And the snow<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Winterscape </strong><em>(fairytale AU)</em><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            <em>Once upon a timeâ€¦</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It was a kingdom that knew snow for much of the year. Situated far in the north, it had a long winter, thus its spring and fall were quite short, caught between the winter and summer.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            As such, they loved the snow there. They lived by the changing of the seasons, and when the snow fell, it was the signal of a season of joy. The people celebrated daily, dancing like the snowflakes and singing like the cold winds. The most joyous day of all for them was the winter solstice, the longest night of the year.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            In that kingdom lived a girl named Mihoshi. She lived and worked with her parents and younger sister. Like all in the land, she too was anticipating the solstice with great delight.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            During the season, people worked with smiles on their faces, trading goods, decorating their homes, singing with the windâ€¦until three days before the solstice.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            On that day, the town crier screamed in sorrow four words that changed everything.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œPrincess Elsi is missing!â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            A hush fell over the kingdom. The princess had a kind of warmth about her that seemed to shield the land from the chill of winter. Her smile and compassion made her beloved. And now, she had disappeared, and no one wished to revel for the solstice until she was returned.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Now, Mihoshi had seen the princess from afar. She had seen the royal girl, decked in furs of red and gold, hand out coats to those without and re-light torches that had gone dark. Mihoshi had seen love in her eyes, golden as the sun. And she had never told a soul that those were the eyes she felt love for.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            So that night, Mihoshi decided to seek the missing princess and bring her back home.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~snowfall~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            She set out from the village in her green coat, with a green hat atop her head, and made her way to the woods. Everyone avoided the woods in winter, for there were legends about the north wind deceiving travelers, and of a mysterious lad who carried an ever-burning flame.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Indeed, the woods looked very scary, with the dark, clouded winter sky above the girl and the hibernating trees without their leaves, covered in ever-falling snow. It was very cold; the winds seemed to bite any piece of exposed skin, but she pressed on, determined to find the princess and save the solstice celebration.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It was when she had walked so deeply into the woods that she was sure she was lost that she saw him.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            A lad carrying a flame that never went out. Just as the legend had said.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi bravely walked up to the man.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œHello?â€ she said. â€œWhat are you doing out in the snow?â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The young man paused and smiled at Mihoshi.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œMy home is in the sky,â€ he said. â€œBut, every winter it is covered by clouds, and so I wander here until they depart and I can return in the summer.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            He raised the torch he held, and she saw that his eyes were golden, like the sun. And she gasped when she saw the flame-like scar covering the left side of his face.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œDo not fear,â€ he said to her gently. â€œI got this fighting a terrible lightning storm. The storm threatened to flood your kingdom and set the land aflame with its lightning bolts. I fought the storm for the sake of all of you.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi opened her mouth in awe. She knew that legend.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œYouâ€™re Fire Lord Zuko,â€ she said softly. â€œThe spirit of the sun.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The young lad smiled.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œYes, Mihoshi of the winter land, it is I. You are looking for someone, are you not?â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            And Mihoshi told him the tale of how the Princess Elsi had disappeared the night before the solstice, and how she had always loved the princess but never told a soul, and how she was now determined to find her beloved.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œEven if she doesnâ€™t return my love, if she is happy and safe, that is all that matters to my heart,â€ the girl concluded.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œThe woods are dangerous,â€ said Fire Lord Zuko, â€œespecially in winter, which is part of the reason I leave the sky during this season. Will you let me guide you, Mihoshi?â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi nodded.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~sunlight~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            As she followed him and his torch, whose warmth sheltered her from the bitter winter, she listened as he told her of the four winds.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œThey all live here,â€ he said. â€œThe south, east and west winds will be happy to help you on your quest. But beware the north wind. She will lead you astray with promises of great fortune and power, but will only guide you to get lost in these woods forever.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Upon seeing Mihoshi shiver in fear, he added, â€œBut yours is a noble goal. The north wind is drawn naturally to the hearts of the greedy. I think you have little to fear.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            As they walked forward, a sudden wind blew in from the west. Mihoshi turned, and a young girl dressed in blue faded into sight.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI am Ket-Ket, the west wind,â€ she said. â€œWhat is it you seek?â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI seek the princess of the winter kingdom,â€ Mihoshi replied.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Ket-Ket pointed to the east. â€œGo,â€ she said. â€œIf you come upon my sisters, heed them, except for the north wind. She has a heart of ice, be warned.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~siren song~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            At another part of the wood, three men had teamed up together to also find someone. They were from another land and had heard tell of a â€œSnow Queenâ€ who sat on a throne of crystal and kept jewels and silver abound. The three were greedy, and each wanted the legendary riches for himself. Each had a pair of golden eyes like the princess and the sun spirit, but none of their eyes held the same warmth. For these three wanted for nothing but power and glory.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            As the three scoundrels entered more deeply into the forest, they heard a voice on the wind from the north.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œOh, you with fire in your heart, come to me, I will lead you to your desireâ€¦â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The menâ€™s eyes all lit up. They ran towards the voice, pushing each other back along the way, each wanting to be the one to reach the voice first.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œCome this way, this wayâ€¦â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~seeker~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi and the Fire Lord continued on their path, walking east, as the west wind had pointed. Suddenly, Mihoshi heard a voice calling to someone.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œThis way, oh fire of glory, this way! I will grant you what you desireâ€¦â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It drifted on the wind coming from the north.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Remembering the warnings given by Fire Lord Zuko and Ket-Ket, Mihoshi followed the sun spirit eastward, while not so far away, the three rogues ignored the light entirely, walking with fortitude to the voice that promised them satisfaction of their greedy hearts.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            After a few more steps, another wind hit Mihoshi, this one coming from the very direction she was walking in â€“ the east. She looked up, and noticed that three paths stood before her, and Fire Lord Zuko had disappeared.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œDonâ€™t fret, he has only walked on,â€ said a young voice.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi looked down. A little girl was fading into sight.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œMy name is Maya-Ar,â€ said the girl. â€œI am the east wind.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œWhere did the sun spirit go?â€ Mihoshi asked her.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œHe carries the eternal flame,â€ Maya-Ar replied. â€œSo do you.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi was bewildered, for she held no torch.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œIt is inside your heart,â€ said the east wind. â€œThat flame is what led you to wander into these woods, and is the reason you have come this far.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi thought hard. She thought of the times she had seen Princess Elsi and how she could never tell her she loved her, for not only was she, like all of us, afraid to confess her love, but Elsi was a princess, and Mihoshi was but a common pauper. And as it was, royalty did not marry common folk.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œOh, come to me, wanderer, and I can give you what you desire.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The voice came from the path on the right, whispering on a cold gale. Mihoshi peered down the path, and she could hear three more voices â€“ very faint, but clear. They were the voices of greedy men who all wanted the same thing.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi stared down the center path. There was nothing there, just the cold wind and snow.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            But when she looked down the left path, she felt warmth. It didnâ€™t come from the sun spiritâ€™s flame, but from her own heart. And in that moment her mind filled with her love for Princess Elsi, and she walked down the path to the left. It was only a few steps before she found Fire Lord Zuko awaiting her, smiling.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI knew you would trust in the fire of love to guide you here,â€ he said to her.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~sorrows of envy~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The north wind laughed coldly and whisked herself away through the trees. Where she was leading those three fools, she did not know, but she did not care. What fun it was for her, sending them on a quest for riches they would never find if they kept following her.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œCome to me,â€ she called. â€œCome to me, and I will grant you your desire.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Another heard the voice of the north wind. She was looking out of an icy window, over the treetops.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œPoor fools,â€ said the maiden. â€œEven if they could catch me, I would never give them their heartâ€™s desire. I keep that for a greater purpose.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~song~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œAre we nearly there?â€ Mihoshi asked the sun spirit.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            He nodded.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œYou need only meet with one more wind, and she and I will help you reach the princess of the winter kingdom.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Indeed, only a half hour of traveling later, she came upon a young woman, about her age, dressed in queenly robes. She was icy blue and looked to be that cold, but her eyes and smile were warm.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œYou are the south wind?â€ Mihoshi asked.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI am Aira,â€ the woman replied. â€œYes, I am the south wind.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Suddenly, another voice rang out.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œ<em>I </em>am the south wind!â€ the voice proclaimed.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The woman came from the north. Unlike the other three winds, her gaze was cold and her mouth was in a permanent sneer.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œNo,â€ Mihoshi said. â€œYou are the north wind. I heard you before.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The north wind smiled in a mean way.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œYes, child, I am Kaligah, the north wind. However, it is I you must follow, not them. For I have seen your heart, Mihoshi, and I know its true desire.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œWhat would you know about my heart?â€ Mihoshi said defiantly.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI know you seek the love of the Princess Elsi, a love that you do not believe can be realized,â€ Kaligah replied. â€œBut, if you come with me, I can lead you to a great power that will cause her to return your love.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            She extended a cold, white hand.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi pondered this. She did want to realize a love with Princess Elsi. It would make her heart happier than it had ever been before.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Then she saw Fire Lord Zuko out of the corner of her eye, and remembered the very words she had said to him.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            <em>Even if she doesnâ€™t return my love, if she is happy and safe, that is all that matters to my heart.</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            She would never want to betray Elsi by placing an enchantment no better than a curse upon her.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Thus, Mihoshi followed the south wind and the sun spirit. Kaligah pushed after them, but found she could not come within close distance of Fire Lord Zukoâ€™s flame, for the north wind is afraid of the sun.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~snow queen~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The south wind guided the girl and the sun until she could guide them no more, and soon Mihoshi and Fire Lord Zuko stood before a pair of large, thick icy doors.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Also standing there were the three scoundrels who had followed the north wind all that way.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œWhy did a little girl come into the dark forest?â€ one asked Mihoshi nastily. â€œThere is nothing but danger here.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi, gathering courage from the warmth of Fire Lord Zukoâ€™s flame, stared the three down.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI have come here because of love!â€ she declared.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œFool!â€ said another as he guffawed. â€œLove will get you nowhere in this cruel world. Power and glory are the only means of survival. Gah hah haaa!â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            They suddenly turned away from her when they heard the north windâ€™s voice again.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œCome this way, oh carriers of flameâ€¦â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            And the three rogues, ignoring the doors just before them, raced in the direction of the voice, far away from the castle of the Snow Queen they sought.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Where did they go?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            That I cannot say, for none have seen them since.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshi, paying them no attention, approached the thick icy doorsâ€¦and she opened them.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            There, on a throne of crystal, sitting before her, was Princess Elsi.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œYou are the Snow Queen!â€ Mihoshi said.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Elsi stood and nodded.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œOh, sweet Mihoshi, thank you for coming here.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Mihoshiâ€™s mouth dropped. Could the princess have loved her from afar, just as Mihoshi had loved the princess?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI have seen you,â€ said Elsi. â€œI have seen your honesty and compassion and realized that I need no prince studded in gold and jewels to make me happy. You have a truly noble heart, and I wish to share mine with it. And indeed, these many years I have been the Snow Queen, keeping my treasures here and giving them to those in need from other lands, which I could not do from home as my aunt, the queen, has forbidden me to travel from the winter kingdom.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œPlease come back,â€ Mihoshi said. â€œThe kingdom is in sorrow with you gone, and the solstice celebration will not happen unless you return.â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Elsi paused.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œI left for good this time, for how can I help the rest of the world if I am locked away in my own castle?â€</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            That was when the princess saw Fire Lord Zuko and his eternal flame of love, warmthâ€¦and courage.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">~solstice~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It was the night of the solstice, and the people of the kingdom cheered as Mihoshi returned with their princess. During the celebration, Queen Meimu was giving a speech, when her niece indicated that she wished to say something.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            And so Elsi told all â€“ of how she had been the Snow Queen these many years and how she had found love in a common girl who had walked across the woods for three days to find her, rejecting the courtship of Hahn, a neighboring prince, who walked away quite grumpy.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Queen Meimu didnâ€™t know what to make of it, but she looked over the balcony and saw the sun spirit in the crowd. Fire Lord Zuko held his flame up for her to see, and the answer became clear to her.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            â€œIâ€™m sorry, dear Elsi,â€ she said.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            In truth, she had forbidden Elsi from leaving because her parents had been killed in a terrible war, and the queen wanted to lose no one else. But knowing of Elsiâ€™s compassion, she decreed that the princess was free to travel about the now peaceful world and deliver kindness and joy to those who needed it. And she blessed the match of Elsi and Mihoshi, who both smiled through tears. Mihoshi had found her princess, and Elsi had found her kind, honest pauper at last.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            <em>The End</em></span></span><br /></p></div>
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<p><br /> <br /><strong>Barbie Movies</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />She was the queen of this land.<br />Erika, formerly a toiling seamstress with a dream of being a singer, was now Queen of Dulcinia. She had found her true love in King Dominick only three years before.<br />It had come as quite a surprise that instead of the Princess Anneliese of Kattenland, to whom he had been engaged, the King had married a mere pauper, as his Ambassador called her. The Ambassador was altogether not pleased with the whole situation.<br />The singer queen stood on the balcony of her room, looking down at the beautiful valley kingdom of Dulcinia. It was quite lovely, with running streams and fruit trees that one could not hope to find on the mountaintop where Kattenland lay.<br />Still, Erika missed Kattenland. She missed the view one could see from the old window at Madam Carpeâ€™s Dress Shop. Even though she had longed all her life to get out of that place, it had been a beautiful view. One could see the whole world from that window. Here in the Dulcinian palace, she could see only her kingdom and the mountain where Kattenland sat in the distance.<br />Erikaâ€™s cat, Wolfie, who continued his doggish ways, was sometimes here, but sometimes there. He and Serafina, Annelieseâ€™s beautiful white cat, had about â€“ was it twenty kittens now? They were everywhere.<br />Erika missed the cat family when they were in Kattenland.<br />~<br />Downstairs, in the palaceâ€™s yellow throne room with a fountain in the middle, King Dominickâ€™s Ambassador, Bismarck, didnâ€™t notice Erikaâ€™s entrance as he paced. If he had, he would have given an obviously reluctant bow. That was the only other problem with Erikaâ€™s queenly life. Apart from his obvious disdain for her and the longing for Kattenland, life was just about perfect.<br />She didnâ€™t want to have to talk to him. But if she was going to go to Kattenland, he would have to let her go.<br />â€œExcuse me, sir?â€<br />Bismarck turned. He bowed his head briefly without saying a word.<br />â€œI would like to go to Kattenland, please.â€<br />He sighed. â€œVery well. Miss Bertie?â€<br />Bertie was the seamstress Erika had worked alongside at Madam Carpeâ€™s. She was now Erikaâ€™s lady-in-waiting.<br />â€œCome along, Your Majesty,â€ she said, smiling, as she held out her hand to Erika.<br />~<br />She wondered what Princess Anneliese would think of her. When they had last seen each other, she and Dominick had said their goodbyes to Anneliese and her husband, Julian. Then, they had departed for Dulcinia and the princess and her consort went back to Kattenland.<br />She still hadnâ€™t kicked the habit of wearing ordinary clothes by then, but now, with her elegant purple queen gown and her golden crown, she wouldnâ€™t be the same Erika anymore. She would be a queen to Anneliese, a political figure.<br />With a sigh, Erika allowed Bertie to guide her out of the carriage.<br />~<br />The Princess Anneliese Kendall Katten was by no means Queen of Kattenland yet. Her mother, Genevieve, still reigned, but as she was getting older, Anneliese and Julian often helped her out.<br />The princess and her consort now had a daughter, who had only recently entered the world. The two-week-old girl, who resembled her father in most respects except for the fact that she shared Annelieseâ€™s sky-blue eyes, turned in her cradle and looked out the window. Below it, she saw what looked very much like her mother, almost exactly. For a second she thought Anneliese had gone outside until the princess picked her daughter up and proceeded to walk downstairs to meet her guest.<br />~<br />â€œErika! Youâ€™re back!â€<br />Princess Annelieseâ€™s face was bright with joy.<br />â€œHello, Bertie,â€ she said, giving a quick curtsy.<br />Erikaâ€™s mouth curled into a smile. Anneliese wasnâ€™t treating her like a queen at all! She was the same old Erika!<br />She had opened her arms wide to embrace the princess when she saw the baby in her arms.<br />â€œWho is this?â€ Erika asked joyfully.<br />â€œOh!â€ Anneliese giggled. â€œI just sent a letter to you about her. This is my new daughter. Her name is Misha Anne Katten.â€<br />Misha Anne Katten seemed to quizzically regard Erika.<br />â€œShe thinks Iâ€™m you,â€ Erika said.<br />â€œWhat are you doing here?â€<br />â€œOh, I missed Kattenland especially today, and the cats are over here. I just wanted to see you and Julian, and Wolfie too.â€<br />~<br />Up in the newest room in the castle, which had a huge window overlooking the whole kingdom, and by extension, the whole world as they knew it, Princess Misha lay in her blue cradle lined with silk. Beside her, Erika kneeled, singing her favorite song to the little princess.<br />â€œ<em>Though you may not know where your gifts may lead</em><br /><em>And it may not show at the start</em><br /><em>When you live your dream youâ€™ll find destiny</em><br /><em>Is written in your heart</em>â€<br />Misha soon closed her eyes and went to sleep.<br />â€œAn envoy from Dulcinia once came here,â€ Julian said. â€œHe told me of how the people revered their songbird queen.â€<br />Erika laughed.<br />â€œI was also told that they didnâ€™t like King Dominickâ€™s ambassador very well. I heard he doesnâ€™t like you that much.â€<br />â€œHe doesnâ€™t,â€ agreed Erika. â€œHe thinks it was foolish of Dominick to marry me, and I must say, honestly, if he werenâ€™t around, I might not be longing all the time for Kattenland.â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 2</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p>   Bismarck was, altogether, a very unhappy man.<br />            He had brought Dominick all the way up that mountain to Kattenland, and he had insisted he go on the first journey disguised as a page so he could get to know Anneliese, his bride-to-be.<br />            Then, just like any old fool, he was going to tell her. And he did tell her when he met her. Only it wasnâ€™t really her. It was some poor girl from the village!<br />            And what did he do, even after he found this out? He came right back to Kattenland to marry her again. And sheâ€™d left him to go and sing. Then, just when Bismarck finally thought he had some peace, the street rat had come to Dulcinia herself. He and she had gone back to that disgraceful mountain and gotten themselves married.<br />            These days, Bismarck thought it just might be better off if he were king instead of Dominick, the lovesick fool.<br />            He had to be. Because of her, Dominick was wasting all his rightful riches on the street urchins of the land. He had told Bismarck that this was so they could â€œfollow their dreamsâ€. Well, Bismarck had no time for that.<br />            He had an idea. Dominick was certainly a master of disguise. He had some armor somewhere. Heâ€™d used it to masquerade as a guard so he could bail Erika out of jail.<br />            Bismarck was going to do the exact same thing.<br />            ~<br />            â€œHey Nack, did ya hear something?â€<br />            Nick, a street rat who had gotten his wage from helping Preminger, Queen Genevieveâ€™s traitorous adviser, was now locked up in the Kattenland castle dungeons with his fellow hooligan, Nack.<br />            As usual, Nack responded by slapping Nick.<br />            â€œItâ€™s only the guard, ya idiot! Heâ€™s sleepinâ€™ on the job, as always! Anâ€™ his armorâ€™s clankinâ€™ against da wall while he snores!â€<br />            â€œNo, I definitely heard something! Likeâ€¦footsteps.â€<br />            â€œYa heard nothinâ€™ of the sort!â€<br />            â€œI think you did, boys. You want out, or what?â€<br />            A strangely fat new guard was unlocking the cell door.<br />            â€œWho exactly are you?â€ Nack demanded.<br />            â€œMy nameâ€™s Bismarck,â€ the guard whispered. â€œIâ€™m going to need to the help of you two and your boss if Iâ€™m to be the King of Dulcinia.â€<br />            After a pause, he asked, â€œWhere is your boss?â€<br />~<br />            Preminger couldnâ€™t believe his luck. He had gone from the richest man in Kattenland to a good-for-nothing prisoner. It was all because of that stupid schoolboy interfering. And his doppelganger. Preminger had no idea where that tutor had found such a perfect likeness of Princess Anneliese.<br />            He was in the lowest dungeon of them all. It was completely underground, just like that accursed mine from which heâ€™d stolen Kattenlandâ€™s gold supply, and the guard posted on him was always awake.<br />            That guy was talking to himself now. Preminger suspected it was because he was crazy from sleep deprivation.<br />            But wait â€“ who was the other voice?<br />            â€œYes â€“ the Queen demands to see all three of them. Now let him out!â€<br />            Oh no. This could not be good.<br />            He saw Nick and Nack enter his cell along with a very fat guard.<br />            â€œPsst!â€ said the fat guard. â€œAre you Preminger?â€<br />            â€œYep, thatâ€™s him,â€ said Nick. He was promptly dealt a slap in the face.<br />            â€œShhh!â€ said the guard. â€œNow, Preminger, my name is Bismarck. I have this plan, but first we need to get to Dulcinia. What do you say?â€<br />~<br />            â€œHow are we going to get past King Dominick and his doppelganger queen?!â€ demanded Preminger on the carriage ride out of Kattenland.<br />            â€œWell, you see,â€ Bismarck replied, â€œthe thing is, Queen Erikaâ€™s not in Dulcinia. She was homesick, and so sheâ€™s in Kattenland with their royal family.â€<br />            Preminger groaned. He hated the lot of them. That idiotic queen, her troublesome daughter, and the tutor the princess had ended up marrying. All good-for-nothing pansies content to flaunt about in the palace all day.<br />            He hated King Dominick too â€“ he had nearly stolen Kattenland from him! And he hated his doppelganger queen. She was partly responsible for Premingerâ€™s bad luck.<br />            â€œYou will help me, wonâ€™t you Preminger?â€ said Bismarck.<br />            Preminger sneered.<br />            â€œHow could I refuse?â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 3</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />Erika took a few steps before reaching the edge of the balcony where she and Dominick had once sat. They had been here when she was masquerading as Anneliese, and he thought she was the Princess. This was where he had told her she was honest, no pretenses. It had made her uneasy back then, as the very life she was living at the time was a lie.<br />            Now, it made sense. She was glad that he had continued to love her even after realizing she wasnâ€™t the princess. What was worse was that Preminger had made up a story about how she had hidden the princess in the Kattenland Mine and then collapsed it. He had fooled her into believing Anneliese had perished in the collapse. She hadnâ€™t, of course. She and Julian had gotten themselves out by flooding the mine. It was thanks to Wolfieâ€™s digging that theyâ€™d gotten out through the mine shaft.<br />           <br />            She and Dominick had no children yet, but you never knew what could happen. It could be just around the corner. She hoped that, one day, she would have a little daughter as beautiful as Misha Anne Katten.<br />            â€œYour Majesty!â€<br />            She turned. Bertie was running up to her. She ran right up, hoping to catch her.<br />            â€œWhat is it?â€<br />            â€œIâ€™ve just received a letter from Ambassador Bismarck. He says His Majesty the King wishes to speak to you immediately.â€<br />            Erika gasped. She knew it had to be serious, for he had known where she was going and that she was planning to stay for more than a day.<br />            â€œDid this letter say what happened?â€ she asked.<br />            â€œNo,â€ replied the lady. â€œIâ€™m sorry, Your Majesty.â€<br /> <br />            After a hasty farewell to the Katten royalty, Erika was back in the carriage. Unlike the last trip, however, she wasted no time looking out the window and marveling at the beauty of the mountains or the valleys, which she had done when she wasnâ€™t busy thinking about what Anneliese and the others were up to. Her heart was sick with worry. Was her beloved ill? Was the kingdom getting along okay? Could they even be on the verge of war? She dared herself not think on it. In all her life she had never experienced a war. It was frightening to think of what might happen.<br />            After she had thought up her last worries as to what could be wrong, she found herself falling into dreamland.<br /> <br />            She was a little girl again, happy and free, singing, while her parents smiled. She was about fourteen. Her father and mother had caught the same plague that had only a week ago proven fatal to the King of Kattenland. She was praying for their recovery. She was fifteen. It had been three months since sheâ€™d lost her parents. She was now working at Madam Carpeâ€™s dress shop to pay off their debt. She was finding an odd stray kitten who barked and deciding to take him in. She was seventeen. She and Princess Anneliese were coming face to face like a mirror. She was being coached on how to act like a princess by Julian. She was falling in love for the first time with King Dominick. She was being exposed by Preminger. She was planning her escape from the dungeons. She was singing in some far-off land. She was getting married. She was being crowned Queen of Dulcinia.<br />            Amidst the smiling, cheering crowd, she saw the sour face of Bismarck.<br />            She cried.<br /> <br />            â€œYour Majesty? Weâ€™re back.â€<br />            Bertieâ€™s voice pulled Erika out of her flashback. Immediately she got herself out of the carriage without even waiting for the guards to help.<br />            â€œDominick?! Dominick!â€<br />            â€œHeâ€™s not here,â€ said a familiar voice.<br />            It was Bismarck.<br />            â€œHeâ€™s not?! Where is he?! Whatâ€™s happened?!â€<br />            â€œHe had anâ€¦urgent meeting with the King of Lunenmeyer,â€ Bismarck replied. â€œHe wanted you to come, but unfortunately you arrived too late. He will be back by tomorrow.â€<br />            â€œWhatâ€™s going on in Lunenmeyer?â€<br />            â€œIâ€™m sorry, Your Majesty, but Iâ€™m under strict orders not to tell.â€<br /> <br />            That night, King Dominick gave his escort orders to take him back to Dulcinia immediately. For some reason, his ambassador had told him that the Queen of Paladia wanted to see him right away, and heâ€™d gone all the way there only to find out that there was nothing she needed from him after all. Why had his ambassador sent him on a bogus mission? It had occurred to him right there and then that the place he should be was the one he had just left.<br />            â€œBack to Dulcinia! Now! Quickly!â€<br /> <br />            Erika awoke without opening her eyes. The night before, she had complained to Bertie and the ladies about how cheated she felt and fell asleep. Sheâ€™d always been a heavy sleeper. But something was different today. It smelled funny. Almost likeâ€¦horses.<br />            She opened her eyes.<br />            â€œHerve!â€<br />            Herve, Premingerâ€™s old horse, regarded the Queen with kind eyes. She screamed when she found herself in the stable with him and his mate, a beautiful white horse named Fleur.<br />            â€œI wouldnâ€™t do that if I was you,â€ sneered a voice Erika thought she would never hear again.<br />            She looked through the stable window and screamed again.<br />            â€œN-Nack! Is that-t y-you?!â€<br />            â€œI wouldnâ€™t be askinâ€™ stupid questions if I was you,â€ said Nack.<br />            â€œI wouldnâ€™ be me if I was you,â€ Nick interjected. He promptly received a clout to the ear.<br />            â€œB-but how d-did you two escape?!â€ Erika whispered.<br />            â€œWe was helped out!â€ exclaimed Nack. â€œSomeone who really doesnâ€™t like you got us out, and the boss too!â€<br />            â€œWhat?! Preminger escaped t-too?!â€<br />            â€œYup he did,â€ said Nick. â€œAnâ€™ this time, you donâ€™t got no cats to help yer escape â€“ ow!â€<br />            Herve made a grunting noise. He had hated being Premingerâ€™s horse and he wasnâ€™t about to be that horse again.<br />            â€œThe boss is nickinâ€™ us some armor,â€ Nack said. â€œAnâ€™ if ya wanna ever see yer beloved kingy again, youâ€™re gonna do as we tell ya! Donâ€™t even think abouâ€™ tryinâ€™ to escape!â€<br />            And they slammed the window in her face.<br />            She went around, trying to open all the windows and doors. They were padlocked.<br />            She was locked in.<br /><br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 4</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p>The doors to the throne room of Dulcinia Castle slammed open, and Dominick ran in. He looked very angry.<br />            â€œMy Lady Bertie! Whereâ€™s my ambassador?â€<br />            Bertie, regarding the king uneasily, curtsied and said, â€œIâ€™m afraid I cannot tell you. What do you need him for?â€<br />            â€œI would love to know why he sent me to Paladia when clearly my service wasnâ€™t needed there!â€<br />            â€œBut my Kingâ€¦he told me you had gone to Lunenmeyer.â€<br />            â€œThen he lied to you, my lady! Just as he lied to me!â€<br /> <br />            Erika had to think of something, fast. If she was to escape, she would need to listen.<br />            â€œAnd why, pray tell, is the stable padlocked?â€ she heard a manâ€™s voice say gruffly.<br />            â€œOh, datâ€™s becauseâ€¦â€ Nick began, though it seemed like he was having trouble making up a plausible story.<br />            â€œDatâ€™s because,â€ Nack interjected, â€œthereâ€™s a mad horse in â€™ere. He was caught lasâ€™ night by Sirâ€¦Nick â€“ I mean, Sir Nicholas, whoâ€™s da guy â€™round here thatâ€™s good wiv da horses?â€<br />            â€œYou mean Sir Steven?â€ said the gruff-voiced man. Erika assumed he must be a hard-working guard.<br />            â€œYeahâ€¦Sir Steven, datâ€™s him!â€ Nack replied. â€œOwns a horse â€™imself, doesnâ€™t he?â€<br />            â€œIndeed,â€ said the gruff-voiced man. â€œItâ€™s hard to believe he would put a crazed beast in here with his own Fleur. He loves that horse. He even persuaded the Princess of Kattenland to let one of her horses stay with her. He thinks theyâ€™re in loveâ€¦as if. Iâ€™m not into that sappy romantic stuff.â€<br />            â€œJust make sure he donâ€™ get out, â€™kay?â€ said Nack.<br />            Erika heard two pairs of feet run away.<br />            She was ready. Carefully, she mounted Fleur, so no unsavory characters who might be lurking would hear her.<br />            â€œCould you help, please?â€ she said sweetly.<br />            â€œEh? Whoâ€™s that?â€ asked the gruff-voiced man.<br />            â€œIâ€™m just a maid. I was locked in here with the mad horse, I suppose. I fell asleep last night and when I woke up and heard about a crazed animal in here I got quite frightened. Could you let me out, please?â€<br />            She didnâ€™t dare reveal her true identity. After all, what if this gruff-voiced character was also in cahoots with Preminger?<br />            â€œAll right,â€ said the man. She heard the chink of an opening padlock.<br />            The door slowly opened.<br />            â€œFleur, now! To Kattenland! Ha!â€<br />            The white horse immediately galloped away from the stable door and castle. If Erika was to go back to Dulcinia she could get kidnapped all over again. Preminger had somehow infiltrated the palace.<br /> <br />            â€œYeah, Boss, Iâ€™m afraid Erika escaped on one oâ€™ the horses.â€<br />            â€œ<em>Now you tell me</em>?!â€<br />            Preminger grabbed Nick and Nack by the wrists and headed for the stables.<br />            â€œHow could you two be so <em>stupid</em>?! <em>I </em>was supposed to let her out, you fools! Didnâ€™t you hear me tell you I was going to tell her a well-rehearsed story of how that idiot Dominick never really loved her and had hidden her in the stables with you two to help, and he had some dastardly plot?â€<br />            He could see it now. He was telling Erika of how he had repented, seen the light, and made a switch, how he had been spying on King Dominick for several days because he was suspicious of him, how he had found out the Kingâ€™s wicked plot the day heâ€™d locked his Queen up, and how heâ€™d just rescued her to prove himself redeemed. He was exposing Dominick as a wretched scoundrel, smirking as the guards dragged the King pleading his innocence away. He was marrying a tearful yet grateful Erika. And finally, he was being crowned King of Dulcinia.<br />            And now, that could never go as planned. Nick and Nack had made another stupid mistake. It was due to their stupidity that his first plan had gone so horribly, horribly wrong, and now theyâ€™d messed up again. Not to mention the fact that theyâ€™d practically told her Preminger was <em>supposed </em>to be working for someone else. At least they hadnâ€™t mentioned Bismarckâ€™s name. One thing was certain: once Preminger was king, and he would be, one way or another, that ambassador was headed straight to the dungeons.<br /> <br />            â€œAnneliese! Julian! I need you! Quickly!â€<br />            Anneliese opened the door.<br />            â€œErika! Youâ€™re back! What happened?â€<br />            The princess noticed her friend was crying. Something terrible mustâ€™ve happened. She prayed King Dominick hadnâ€™t taken ill.<br />            â€œI was practically kidnapped upon my return.â€<br /> <br />            â€œI donâ€™t know what Nack meantâ€¦someone who doesnâ€™t like me did this? I canâ€™t think of anyone other than that incompetent guard of yours.â€ Erika sobbed, cradling Wolfie, who had just arrived in the parlor with his family.<br />            â€œDonâ€™t worry, Erika,â€ said Anneliese, patting one of the kittens, who yipped and licked her hand. â€œI told my mother that Preminger escaped. Sheâ€™s sending all her best guards to find him. And sheâ€™s making sure he canâ€™t get back into Kattenland.â€<br />            Misha squealed with delight as a kitten barked at her playfully.<br />            â€œIâ€™m worried about Dominick,â€ Erika confided. â€œHeâ€™s there, with Preminger. I wish we could get him to Kattenland where he was safe.â€<br />            Annelieseâ€™s eyes suddenly caught a faint glimmer of inspiration.<br />            â€œPerhaps we can.â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 5</strong><br /></p>
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<p>        When was Julian going to get back?<br />            Heâ€™d been out all day today to find something suitable. Where he had gotten one for Erika Anneliese did not know. All she knew was that she was going to have to do it soon. It might be the only way to throw off Preminger. And whoever it was that wanted some kind of revenge on Erika.<br />            She was so lost in thought and worry that she jumped when someone knocked on the door.<br />            â€œOh! Erâ€¦come in, please.â€<br />            Julian entered.<br />            â€œThere you are!â€ the princess said. â€œDo you have it?â€<br />            â€œYes. It took me a long time to find one,â€ said Julian.<br />            He reached into a box and pulled out a brown wig.<br />           <br />            â€œI look just like her!â€ Anneliese exclaimed as she took a look at her reflection. She had changed her pink gown to a green one.<br />            Erika handed Anneliese her queenâ€™s crown and the note she was supposed to give to King Dominick upon her arrival.<br />            â€œBring Wolfie,â€ Erika said. â€œIf Preminger is out he may have found Midas.â€<br />            â€œWhat about Misha?â€<br />            â€œShe still thinks Iâ€™m you. Iâ€™m sure it will be in order. Julianâ€™s already told my mother and the maids about this plan. You just have to stay in the palace and no one will know Iâ€™m gone.â€<br /> <br />            â€œRemember, Your Highness,â€ Bertie said as she led Anneliese out of the carriage. â€œNo one is to know except for His Majesty and myself. Anyone else must think youâ€™re our queen.â€<br />            â€œI understand,â€ said Anneliese.<br /> <br />            â€œYour Majesty!â€<br />            â€œBertie!â€ Dominick cried. â€œWhat is it?â€<br />            â€œI have found your queen!â€<br />            Anneliese entered the room with a perfectly graceful, queenly walk, just as Julian had taught her. She then whispered something to Dominick and slipped the note into his hand.<br />            â€œWe areâ€¦ahemâ€¦very glad to have you back, Your Majesty,â€ said Ambassador Bismarck in a tone that suggested he didnâ€™t exactly approve. â€œWould you mind telling us what exactly you told our king?â€<br />            â€œThatâ€™s not your business, Bismarck,â€ snapped Dominick. â€œFrankly, I would like to not talk to you until youâ€™ve completely regained my trust!â€<br />            â€œNow Lady Bertie,â€ he said, turning to the former seamstress, â€œhow exactly did you find her?â€<br />            â€œNick and Nack were dragging her through a forest north of here,â€ Bertie said. â€œIâ€™m sorry, but they got away. Sheâ€™s more important anyhow.â€<br />            â€œIndeed she is,â€ the King replied. â€œNow, if you all would excuse me.â€ He bowed and ascended the stairs.<br />            He had to do what the girl had told him to do. He recognized Erikaâ€™s voice, and hers was a little bit softer, like silk, compared to Erikaâ€™s, which was like a bright flower blooming.<br />            <em>Read this</em>, she had said. <em>And donâ€™t let anyone see you</em>.<br />            It smelled like roses.<br /> <br />            <em>Dear Dominick,</em><br /><em>            Erika is safe. Sheâ€™s in Kattenland, hiding. She feared if she went back here, she would get captured all over again.</em><br /><em>            She and I have swapped again. Iâ€™m going to try to find out who else is behind this. Erika believes that, based on what Nack told her, someone who isnâ€™t fond of her let Preminger go free. Neither of us can think of anyone.</em><br /><em>            Please, help me try to find this person so your queen can return to Dulcinia and I can return home.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Anneliese Kendall Katten</em></p>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 6</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            Bismarck had had to endure an unfair amount of surprises in his lifetime, but thisâ€¦this was just beyond his endurance.<br />            Erika had escaped. Either a mere pauper was unbelievably clever, or Preminger hadnâ€™t held up his end of the deal. Bismarck had told him to hide Erika until people began to inquire, and then together, they would expose King Dominick as a traitor conspiring with the Katten royal family. That way, Preminger would get Kattenland and Bismarck would get Dulcinia.<br />            He retired to his chamber and read his detailed plan. Yes, that sounded just about right. King Dominick and Anneliese he had planned to reveal to be secret lovers, and thus come up with a plan to get rid of Erika. That he had left to Preminger; Kattenlandâ€™s mine was in a sorry state after the last collapse, and surely he could trap Erika in there as he had done Anneliese. And Dulciniaâ€™s people, with their ridiculous admiration of the girl, would overthrow Dominick, as would the Katten people with their royalty, for they adored Erika too. Bismarck and Preminger, of course, would be the ones next in line.<br />            But now, Erika was loose. Bismarck decided he would question Preminger immediately.<br /> <br />            Dominick was equally distressed, but unlike his ambassador, he had honorable reasons.<br />            According to Annelieseâ€™s note, someone who â€œwasnâ€™t fond ofâ€ Erika was plotting against him and his wife. At first, he could think of no one but Preminger â€“ and then it hit him.<br />            â€œI need a carriage right away!â€ Dominick announced as he entered the throne room.<br />            Bismarck frowned. To make matters worse, it sounded as though the namby-pamby king had found something out.<br />            He cleared his throat.<br />            â€œRrrâ€¦a-<em>hem</em>. Where is it you need to go, Your Majesty?â€ he inquired, with a slight flourish of sarcasm on the word â€œmajestyâ€.<br />            â€œI need to ask you a question first,â€ he said as a servant went to get a carriage for the king. â€œI would like to know why you sent me to Paladia, and then lied to my wife and my lady Bertie about sending me to Lunenmeyer! And answer me this time!â€<br />            Bismarck had known this one was coming. He had asked this the day before, when Erika had been abducted. He had deliberately hidden from everyone, and when he was found and asked, heâ€™d quickly changed the subject to the Queenâ€™s disappearance, which had veered the king off that course â€“ at least, for the time being.<br />            Fortunately for him, he had a new, well-rehearsed story.<br />            â€œWithâ€¦grrâ€¦<em>respect</em>, Your Majesty, I was feeling rather clumsy that day. When I first tripped that morning, I landed on my noggin, boggling my mind quite a bit. I lost my sense of direction and my short-term memory. I was given a letter that said there was trouble in Parthinia, but I mixed up the P-names and told you Paladia by mistake. Then, after you left, someone mentioned Lunenmeyer in passing, and the name stuck in my mind. I was utterly convinced that I had sent you there.<br />            â€œMy memory problems were resolved by the shocking announcement of your return, but my sense of direction was still awry. I looked for you but I headed toward the dungeons by mistake. When you found me, I was so shocked that another snippet of my memory returned, which was learning of the disappearance of your wife.â€<br />            Dominick frowned, but, to Bismarckâ€™s relief, he nodded.<br />            â€œPlease,â€ he said in a stern voice, â€œtake care not to trip in the future.â€<br />            The King still wasnâ€™t certain he could trust Bismarck, but his explanation hadnâ€™t sounded dishonest.<br />            â€œYour carriage is ready, Your Majesty,â€ said a guard.<br />            â€œAh, where is it you are going?â€ asked the ambassador.<br />            â€œIâ€™m going to search the lands surrounding Mount Katten for Erikaâ€™s old boss,â€ Dominick replied gravely. â€œFor she is someone who would undoubtedly want revenge on a servant putting her out of business.â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 7</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            If Preminger wanted to do something right, he would have to do it himself.<br />            Heâ€™d already told Nick and Nack that he was making his next plan <em>alone</em>. Now that Erika had escaped and was back in the castle, he had two new problems. One, he needed a new plan, which was already forming in his mind, but the other one was what worried him more. He would need to think of a convincing story to tell Bismarck. If the ambassador suspected that Preminger had let Erika out himself, which indeed he had <em>not</em> done, then he would be exposed as a double-crosser quite quickly. He had to think of something, fast.<br />            He already had a new plan. It would involve, once again, making it <em>seem </em>as though Dominick was plotting, except this time, it would involve a co-conspiracy between the King and his ambassador, thus getting the King overthrown and Bismarck locked up or exiled, and Erika landed as his queen. But how to convince Bismarck of his continued loyalty?<br />            The King had left, so Preminger would have an easier time of it getting to Bismarck, as Dominick knew exactly what Preminger was. Unfortunately, so did most of Dominickâ€™s guards. He would have to sneak in, but do it in a way that didnâ€™t seem untrustworthy to Bismarck.<br />            Then it hit him, much as his plan to kidnap Anneliese had in the Kattenland mines. Ah, those were the daysâ€¦<br />            It was so easy, as he was already in his old cabin, and Midas, ever faithful, had taken shelter there. The dog was not nearly as well groomed as he had been three years ago, but after Premingerâ€™s escape, he had tried to make both himself and his dog look as they had before that tragic day.<br />            Preminger told Midas exactly what was to be doneâ€¦<br /> <br />            A guard at the gates of Dominickâ€™s castle was quite suddenly brought out of his half-awake state by a loud bark.<br />            â€œWOOF WOOF! GRRROOOOWWLLL!â€<br />            The guard nudged his companion, who made a â€œhuh?â€ noise before being whacked hard on the shoulder. â€œOh!â€ The second guard shook his head rapidly and was immediately alert.<br />            â€œYou lazy fool!â€ the first guard scolded.<br />            â€œYouâ€™re one to â€“ â€ began the second guard, but the first one interrupted him with a loud â€œSHHH!â€<br />            â€œThere is an animal right there!â€ the first guard said, pointing the dark shape of a poodle.<br />            â€œGRRRRRRRR!â€ Midas bent down on his front knees and uttered his most menacing growls. The second guard flinched, but the first guard did not.<br />            This was his cue. Midas jumped and bit the second guardâ€™s boot.<br />            â€œAAAAAHH!â€ screamed the guard, clutching his foot. The first guard pointed his spear at the dog, who yelped â€“ then caught himself. Preminger would not give him any doggie treats if he let a little thing like <em>that </em>stop him.<br />            The conniving canine growled again and jumped once more â€“ this time sandwiching the shaft of the first guardâ€™s spear between his teeth. The guard, unwilling to relinquish his weapon, was pulled to the ground when Midas landed. The dog then wrenched the spear from the guardâ€™s hand and sprinted. Immediately the two, now very awake men began chasing him, the second guard firmly clutching his own spear.<br />            Preminger leapt from behind the tree where he had been hiding and chuckled. He then ran through the gate.<br /> <br />            Dominick was determined to find the plotting old dressmaker. Heâ€™d been traveling to Kattenland, since that had been her home, and then he saw what looked undeniably like footprints. Womenâ€™s shoes. It struck him as odd â€“ no one traveled without a horse. No one except someone who couldnâ€™t afford a horse and had been forced out of home.<br />            He ordered the driver of his carriage to stop. He would follow these on foot.<br />            Dominick lit his torch and looked closely at the trail. He followed these mysterious prints to a clearing in the forest where he had been traveling.<br />            A very meager fire was lit, and an old woman huddled next to it, clinging to a gown that had to have been very elegant once, and there were some old tattered bows.<br />            It had to be Erikaâ€™s former boss.<br />            â€œAha!â€ Dominick said loudly. Madame Carp jumped and squeaked.<br />            â€œW-who are you?â€ she asked in a very scared voice.<br />            â€œI am Dominick, the king of this land! And I believe youâ€™ve been planning revenge against my wife, Erika, since you were exposed as a cruel and heartless woman!â€<br />            Madame Carp gasped. She never, ever thought she would hear Erikaâ€™s name again. And since her life had gone to the dogs now, she had wished she could find either of those seamstresses and apologize. Then maybe â€“ just maybe â€“ she could take the royal Kattenland business back from that despicable woman, Camille or whatever her name was, who, admittedly, was a wonderful knitter and <em>might </em>have come to work with her if she hadnâ€™t been so strict.<br />            Wait â€“ why was she having second thoughts on how to run her business? Was it because of this? It was not until Dominick shouted â€œSpeak to me!â€ that she came back to reality.<br />            â€œIâ€¦Iâ€¦â€ she stammered.<br />            â€œWhat did you do?!â€<br />            â€œN-nothing.â€ She hastily got up and curtsied. â€œYour M-majesty.â€<br />            â€œDid you try to have Erika kidnapped?!â€ His face was very close to hers, and his blue eyes were full of fury.<br />            â€œN-no!â€ Madame Carp sobbed. â€œI d-didnâ€™t! I may have been a bad boss but I had nothing to do with whatever that w-was!â€<br />            She shook her head, as some part of her scolded, <em>Bad boss?! What had gotten into you, woman?! Have you gone soft?!</em><br /><em>            </em>Dominick stepped away from her. It was unlikely she was behind this.<br />            â€œTake her back to the castle in the carriage,â€ he ordered his escorting guard. â€œShe must be starvingâ€¦Iâ€™ll take one of the horses.â€<br />            He detached a horse from the carriage and mounted it, ordering it to take him back to the castle.<br /> <br />            â€œAH!â€ Bismarck yelled. â€œPREMINGER?!â€<br />            â€œYes,â€ Preminger sneered. â€œI have come toâ€¦explain some things to you. You see, I did not let the Queen escape.â€<br />            Bismarck glared. How did Preminger know about that?<br />            â€œNick and Nack saw what happened, and reported it to me,â€ he continued. â€œYou see, a very â€“ well, a dozen very strong guards wanted to ride the horses and broke down the door, where they discovered her. Thatâ€™s how she escaped.â€<br />            â€œAnd why would you think I suspected you?â€ Bismarck asked with a suspicious tone.<br />            â€œNick and Nack are idiots!â€ Preminger retorted. â€œHalf the time they forget youâ€™re even in the picture! They knew we had planned to move her somewhere else, and I overheard them saying that I must have tried to do that myself, but she got away! I thought they would have told you when they remembered you were part of it, and that would sound very suspicious, would it not?â€<br />            â€œSo youâ€™re still in on it?â€<br />            â€œGoodness me, how could I refuse?â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 8</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p>          Anneliese gasped. She had seen Preminger inside the palace.<br />            She was frightened. What if he saw her?<br />            But still, she knew he was working with someone else. This person might be in the palace with Preminger. If they were, then Anneliese had to find out.<br />            Then she heard someone yell â€œAH! PREMINGER?!â€<br />            Hold onâ€¦that was the voice of the man who had asked her what she had whispered to Dominick!<br />            Quickly, she ran. She didnâ€™t want to be found by these people, especially now that she looked like Erika. She would have to wait until Dominick got back, which might be ages if he was looking for a street rat dressmaker. Then she would tell him what his ambassador was up to.<br />            She went back to Erikaâ€™s room and lay down on the beautiful blue canopy bed. The room was round, unlike Annelieseâ€™s back home, and full of flowerpots containing blue rosebushes. There were two glass doors across from the entrance that led outside to a small balcony, and a window across from the bed that showed the starry night sky in all its elegance. Beneath it was a rather large cat bed meant to accommodate the rather large cat family who frequented this castle. To the right of this bed was a small wooden desk with open drawers full of messy music papers. Anneliese had to smile at this; Erika still avidly wrote songs even though she was queen. It made sense, as the princess had heard that Erika often sang for Dulciniaâ€™s people.<br />            She began to feel rather sleepy and closed her eyes. Soon she was dozing.<br />            Preminger was ready. He and Bismarck crept into the room, picked up Anneliese, thinking she was Erika, and carried her out of the palace, while Midas kept the guards busy. At this point, Preminger neither knew nor cared where Nick and Nack were. He was better off without them.<br /> <br />            Serafina yawned. It was a new morning.<br />            â€œWake up, dear,â€ she said, nudging the oldest kitten, a beautiful white cat named Lucille. â€œWeâ€™ve got more walking to do before we get to Dulcinia Palace.â€<br />            Lucille groaned, but the youngest, a light brown kitten named Tigger, barked in happiness. Gradually, all the kittens awoke, with a mixture of yawns, groans, and excited barks and meows.<br />            Tigger and the rest of the happy kittens ran ahead of their tired sisters and brothers, with Wolfie and Serafina in the lead, enjoying the fresh green grass of the spring.<br />            Just then, Serafina spotted a carriage â€“ one of Dominickâ€™s. Lucille and her tired siblings rejoiced. This meant they would ride the rest of the way.<br />            Wolfie ran up to the carriage and barked. The driver looked down and smiled upon seeing him.<br />            â€œCome on in,â€ he said, pleased that he was the one to be the cat chauffeur today. The guard in the carriage opened the door.<br />            All the cats ran in. Serafina and the tired kittens settled themselves on the seat across from the guard and Madame Carp, while Wolfie and the rest sat on the floor.<br />            Madame Carp was asleep, leaning against the wall of the carriage. Serafina and the kittens near her soon fell asleep too, as did the youngsters on the floor. Even Tigger dropped off after looking out the window for fifteen minutes. But Wolfie was wide awake, for something troubled him.<br />            What was that horrible woman doing going to Dulcinia Palace? She wasnâ€™t going back to taunt Erika, that was for sure. Wolfie was not going to let her order his guardian (who he thought of as his mother, as he couldnâ€™t remember his real one) around anymore. That guard had to be incredibly stupid to be letting her go there.<br />            Suddenly, the carriage lurched. It shook, waking Madame Carp and the sleeping cats. Wolfie growled at the old dressmaker, who yelped. <em>That dastardly cat</em>, she thought.<br />            The guard went out to check for a broken wheel. There was none.<br />            â€œThereâ€™s nothing wrong with the carriage, sir,â€ he told the driver.<br />            The guard climbed back in, and the two lovebirds (or rather, cats) got into a spat that sounded like nothing more than meaningless growls, barks and hisses to the humans over Wolfieâ€™s hostile behavior to the old woman. This continued as the carriage began once more to ramble along the road to Dulcinia Palace.<br />            And not one person, cat, or doggish cat noticed Nick and Nack lying contentedly on top of the carriage.<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 9</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p>     No.<br />            No. It couldnâ€™t be. It just <em>couldnâ€™t</em> be.<br />            Anneliese had gotten kidnapped again. She had to have been, because how else could she have gone, while she was sleeping, from Erikaâ€™s roomâ€¦to Premingerâ€™s cabin?<br />            They had to have taken her. Preminger and that dastardly ambassador. Her wig was still on.<br />            Theyâ€™d taken her because she looked like Erika, which meant that she hadnâ€™t been the intended target. She was scared. What were they going to do next?<br />            Anneliese got up and pulled at the door, which was locked, again.<br />            â€œNick?! Nack?!â€ she hollered.<br />            The only response was a dogâ€™s growl.<br />            Anneliese recognized that dog. It was Midas, Premingerâ€™s dog. Erika was right; Preminger had found him.<br />            Nick and Nack were not here, then. It wasnâ€™t surprising, seeing as they had had to have been major impediments in Premingerâ€™s plans, since theyâ€™d already ruined his first one by letting her escape when sheâ€™d been here before.<br />            One thing was for certain. She had to get out. If she didnâ€™t, who knew what would happen.<br /> <br />            â€œErika? Erika!â€<br />            Dominick had searched the whole palace. He knew that it was actually Anneliese, but nevertheless, she knew what she was doing and would have come running if he called. That is, if she was even here.<br />            â€œAmbassador Bismarck?!â€<br />            Bismarck, who was in a hall nearby, was frightened. Had Dominick found him out?<br />            He ran to his king, secretly in a panic.<br />            â€œHave you seen â€“ uh, Erika?â€ King Dominick asked politely.<br />            Bismarck, relieved, shook his head.<br />            A servant entered the hall, bowing.<br />            â€œYour Majesty,â€ he said, â€œyour escorting guard has returned with the dressmaker, and the cat family.â€<br />            Dominick went out to meet them.<br />            â€œMangy beasts,â€ he heard Madame Carp mutter under her breath. â€œThe carriage trips over something and they act like sniveling children. Cats are just pests.â€<br />            Wolfie, Tigger, and some of the other kittens greeted Dominick enthusiastically, followed by a tired Serafina and the rest of the little cats.<br />            Just as Dominick was bending down to pet Wolfie, his ears went up and he looked very alert. It was plain that he sensed something was wrong.<br />            â€œWhat is it, Wolfie?â€ he asked.<br />            The cat growled in Bismarckâ€™s direction, then pointed a paw at the top of the carriage with a whimper.<br />            Dominick ran closer to take a look. No one appeared to be there.<br />            He did not notice the two figures sneaking around in the hedge maze behind the carriage.<br />            â€œYa know, I always thought dat Bismarck had da better ideas,â€ Nack was saying quietly to Nick. â€œThe boss is gonna be sorry he ever called us fools!â€<br />            â€œYeah,â€ Nick muttered.<br />            â€œLetâ€™s go find â€™im. BUT â€“â€ he added rather loudly, grabbing Nickâ€™s arm, â€œwe is NOT moving until da King goes back inside! Then, we finds a way to make a deal wiv da guy!â€<br />            â€œRight,â€ said Nick. â€œI knew that!â€<br /> <br />            Anneliese was about to kick down the door when someone started to fumble with the lock. This was familiarâ€¦yes, very much so, for Preminger had done the exact same thing when he had collected her from Madame Carpâ€™s!<br />            â€œPreminger,â€ she said in an angry tone under her breath. Well, he wasnâ€™t taking her anywhere. She took off one of her shoes. She was going to have to break the window if she didnâ€™t want to go with him.<br />            BAM!<br />            The door swung open and hit the wall hard. Preminger stepped in.<br />            Anneliese got up. He didnâ€™t have any keys that she could see, which could mean he was playing the hero. But why would he do that when he knew how much she didnâ€™t trust him anymore?<br />            â€œYour Majesty,â€ Preminger said with a sneer.<br />            Of course. She had almost forgotten that everyone thought she was Erika.<br />            Anneliese stood up.<br />            â€œForget it, Preminger,â€ she snapped. â€œI already heard Ki â€“ my husbandâ€™s ambassador talking to you.â€<br />            Unlike Bismarck, Preminger had the useful and uncanny ability to think of believable lies on the spot.<br />            â€œDid you hear him scream, Your Majesty?â€ he asked, still sneering.<br />            Anneliese nodded, wondering what his motivation was in asking.<br />            â€œThat was because I tried to arrest him,â€ he said smoothly. â€œYou see, Iâ€™ve turned over a new leaf and I wanted to prove myself to you, because I overheard your husband and Bismarck talk of a dastardly plot!â€<br />            â€œAnd what did this â€˜dastardly plotâ€™ entail?â€ Anneliese asked, her eyes narrowing.<br />            â€œIâ€™m terribly sorry, but you see, King Dominick never really did love you.â€<br />            Anneliese found this hard to believe. Why go back for Erika when she wasnâ€™t the princess he was supposed to marry, and besides had been told that she had tried to usurp her throne, if he didnâ€™t love her?<br />            â€œHe and his ambassador planned to have youâ€¦disappear somehow,â€ he continued. â€œThen, he could get all the gold you earned as a singer.â€<br />            As skilled as he was, Anneliese still didnâ€™t believe him.<br />            â€œWhy do you suddenly want to help me,â€ she snapped, â€œwhen you were so convinced Eri â€“ I mean, I had tried to murder Princess Anneliese?!â€<br />            â€œI told you,â€ he snapped back, â€œIâ€™ve seen the error of my ways! <em>That </em>was a lie!â€<br />            â€œIâ€™m not going with you, Preminger,â€ snapped the princess. â€œI donâ€™t believe you. Dominick wouldnâ€™t have come back forâ€¦for me if he didnâ€™t love me. And <em>you</em> kidnapped me!â€<br />            â€œNo,â€ said Preminger, â€œKing Dominick and Bismarck did this.â€ Then he stopped. How <em>was </em>he supposed to explain Dominickâ€™s rescue of Erika?<br />            Then he had it.<br />            â€œYou look so much like the princess,â€ he said. â€œThe King thought you must be her. In fact, he thought that whole thing was ploy set up by me and Queen Genevieve to get her out of the arranged marriage becauseâ€¦someone better came along. He was angry and went to get you so he could get married and save his reputation.â€<br />            She still didnâ€™t believe a word of it, but Preminger grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the cabin, much as he had when she was locked in Madame Carpâ€™s.<br />            They went outside to his old cart, where a new horse was hooked up.<br />            â€œTo Dulcinia Palace!â€ he cried, cackling.<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 10</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            Panting, Dominick entered Kattenland Palace.<br />            Julian and Erika knew something had gone wrong.<br />            â€œWhat happened?â€ Julian asked.<br />            Dominick was silent. It was clear he wanted to say something but he didnâ€™t know how to say it.<br />            â€œAnnelieseâ€¦is missing.â€<br />            â€œOh no!â€ Erika gasped.<br />            She had to get back there. If she went back to Dulcinia Palace, Premingerâ€™s accomplice would express surprise at her return, and they would know who else was plotting.<br />            Dominick seemed to know what Erika was thinking.<br />            â€œYou canâ€™t go back,â€ he said. â€œIf it was Preminger and whoever heâ€™s working who took her, theyâ€™ll think you escaped and probably kidnap you, too. Julian, come on, we need to find her.â€<br /> <br />            Erika watched as Julian and Dominick left in the carriage. Well, one thing was for certain. She wasnâ€™t going to obey him and stay here. Luckily, Fleur was still in Kattenland.<br />            She went to the stables and mounted Fleur.<br />            â€œTo Dulcinia Palace!â€ she cried.<br /> <br />            As Fleur made her way down the mountain, Erika made sure that she was far enough behind Dominickâ€™s carriage so that its occupants would not see her. When, at sunset, she finally reached the palace, Dominickâ€™s carriage went right by, for Anneliese was not there.<br />            As Erika led Fleur to the Dulcinian stables, she noticed something else.<br />            A cart was arriving at the palace, pulled by a horse she had never seen before. In the cart were a white-haired man and a brown-haired girl.<br />            Erika walked up closer. She gasped. The man was Preminger, and the girl was â€“<br />            She squealed. Dominickâ€™s carriage was far away by now. But other than that, why had Preminger brought Anneliese back?<br />            Carefully, so as not to be noticed, Erika crept behind Preminger and Anneliese as they ascended the stairs. They entered the grand hall, and she slipped in behind. Wolfie barked, and instantly ran to Erikaâ€™s side. Erika told him â€œshh!â€ and they hid behind a large pot.<br />            â€œWhere is that treacherous king and his conniving ambassador?!â€ Preminger shouted angrily.<br />            â€œNo!â€ cried Anneliese. â€œDonâ€™t believe anything he says!â€<br />            The maids dusting the walls looked from Preminger to Anneliese.<br />            Bismarck came running down the stairs. He yelped upon seeing Anneliese.<br />            â€œPreminger?!â€ he scolded. â€œWhat is the meaning of this?!â€<br />            â€œI know your plot, dastardly fiend!â€ Preminger shouted at the ambassador. â€œYou kidnapped this poor young lady and held her captive!â€<br />            Bismarck looked appalled.<br />            Erika let out a slight gasp. What were they talking about?<br />            â€œBismarck!â€ said a familiar voice. â€œWeâ€™re right behind ya!â€<br />            Nick and Nack entered the room from a pair of golden double doors that led to the throne room.<br />            â€œWHAT the â€“â€ Preminger shouted. â€œNick?! NACK?! What are you â€“ youâ€™ve betrayed me!â€<br />            â€œ<em>What </em>is going on?!â€ Erika finally shouted, jumping out from behind her hiding place. â€œAmbassador Bismarck, what are you doing with those hooligans?!â€<br />            Preminger let out a surprised shout. Ambassador Bismarckâ€™s eyes grew wide.<br />            â€œThere â€“ thereâ€™s two of them!â€ Bismarck stuttered.<br />            â€œNo,â€ snapped Preminger. â€œOne of them is the Princess of Kattenland!â€<br />            He called for Midas.<br />            Erika rushed toward Anneliese. â€œAre you alright?â€ she asked.<br />            Anneliese sighed. Serafina rubbed up against the princessâ€™s leg.<br />            Premingerâ€™s dog came running in from outside. He sniffed both girls.<br />            Then, he jumped and pulled off the brunette wig on Anneliese.<br />            Bismarck gasped.<br />            â€œErika,â€ she said, â€œAmbassador Bismarck is the one Preminger was working with! He â€“â€<br />            â€œGUARDS!â€ Preminger yelled. â€œSEIZE HIM!â€ He pointed at Bismarck.<br />            The guards just stood there.<br />            Although this news was quite a shock, Erika trusted her friend.<br />            â€œDo as he says,â€ she ordered.<br />            The guards grabbed Bismarck as well as Nick and Nack and marched them toward the dungeon.<br />            The girls sighed.<br />            Then Preminger unhooked the horse from his cart.<br />            â€œFollow that trail!â€ he commanded, pointing to the tracks of Dominickâ€™s carriage.<br />            The two girls trembled. What was going on?<br />            Then suddenly, they heard a bunch of loud shouts and of glass breaking. Bismarck, Nick and Nack burst through the door.<br />            â€œGET THEM!â€ he yelled at his new cronies.<br />            Anneliese and Erika were grabbed by the two ruffians, who marched them up to Erikaâ€™s room and locked them in.<br />           <br />            Erika sighed.<br />            â€œThis is not good.â€ She was watching Bismarck egg on another horse to go after Preminger.<br />            â€œI donâ€™t know what theyâ€™re planning,â€ said Anneliese, â€œbut whatever it is, we have to get to Dominick and Julian before they do!â€<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>Chapter 11</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />Chapter Text<br />            â€œAnâ€™ then, Bismarck anâ€™ weâ€™s gonna get Dulcinia!â€<br />            Erika trembled. Apparently Nick and Nack were going to take them away from the palace and arrange for them to â€œdisappear,â€ then reveal Julian and Dominick as planning it all with Preminger, so that Bismarck would be king.<br />            â€œWe have to get out of here!â€ she told Anneliese, almost weeping. â€œWe have to warn them what Bismarck is up to!â€<br /> <br />            Tigger, although he acted brave much of the time, was actually very frightened at the moment. His fatherâ€™s mother â€“ his Erika â€“ was going to come to harm if something wasnâ€™t done.<br />            It fell to the brave kitten to take the biggest risk he ever had.<br />            Tigger ran up to Nick and growled like a dog.<br />            â€œAHH!â€ Nick yelped. He ran away, Tigger barking at his heels.<br />            â€œCOME BACK HERE YA SPINELESS IDIOT!â€ Nack shouted, running after them.<br />            â€œWeâ€™ve got to follow them,â€ Wolfie whispered to the kittens and his wife. â€œNack has the keys to Erikaâ€™s bedchamber dangling from his pocket. Letâ€™s get them!â€<br />            To every catâ€™s surprise, Lucille barked. She then ran hot on Nackâ€™s trail, followed by her parents, brothers and sisters.<br />            Nack heard many barks behind him. He turned around.<br />            â€œAHHHHHH!â€ he screamed. It was all cats! How could an army of barking creatures be mere cats?<br />            In his moment of distraction, Melissa, one of the braver kittens, jumped up and grabbed hold of a keyring protruding from Nackâ€™s pocket.<br />            Nack screamed even louder. Both Nick and Tigger suddenly turned in his direction at his yells of, â€œCAT! CAAAAAAAAAAT!â€<br />            Nick followed Tigger back to his family. He saw Nack looking extremely fearful.<br />            â€œWhaâ€™s wrong?â€ he asked.<br />            â€œCAT! KEYS! CAT â€“ TOOK â€“ RUN â€“ GET â€“ CAAAAAAAAT!â€<br />            His finger pointed rigidly at the retreating Melissa, the keyring clamped tightly between her teeth.<br /> <br />            â€œGood job, everyone!â€ said Wolfie. â€œNow, hand me the keys, please, Melissa.â€<br />            The little cat dropped the keyring. Wolfie picked it up and handed it to Tigger. Kittens began to stack on top of their father until Tigger stood atop them all on two legs, now able to reach the keyhole. He dropped the keyring and his older brother Adrian caught it. Then Tigger lifted a key up and fitted it into the hole. He took the keyring between his jaws again and turned it.<br />            Erika noticed the door opening just a smidge.<br />            â€œItâ€™s open!â€ she gasped. â€œCome on, letâ€™s go!â€<br />            The two girls sped out the doors, knocking over many cats.<br />            Anneliese laughed.<br />            â€œYou good kitties,â€ she said, smiling and petting them.<br />            Wolfie barked, gesturing to Nick and Nack behind them. Tigger dropped the keys and cats and humans started to run for the door out.<br />           <br />            â€œACK! Cats, cats CATS!â€<br />            Madame Carp, having been knocked over by a tsunami of kittens, stood up again. Her eyes met Erikaâ€™s.<br />            â€œErika â€“ erâ€¦Yourâ€¦Majesty?â€ she said weakly, curtsying.<br />            Erika looked at the woman. How did she get here?<br />            Then she gave a small gasp. The old dressmakerâ€™s clothes were dirty and ripped, and she looked to be very hungry.<br />            â€œEri â€“ Your Majesty,â€ she said, sobbing, â€œIâ€™m sorry. Can youâ€¦f-forgive me?â€<br />            Just then, Erikaâ€™s mind lit up. She knew just how to get Preminger to get what he deserved, at least.<br />            â€œOf course,â€ said Erika. â€œButâ€¦you have to help us.â€<br />            And she whispered a plan to Anneliese and Madame Carp.<br /><br /></p></div>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p>           Erika hooked Fleur up to a carriage as Anneliese, Madame Carp, and all the cats piled in.<br />            The tracks from King Dominickâ€™s carriage were still visible. Newer were what looked like two sets of hoofprints. She supposed that the newer set of hoofprints must belong to a horse that Bismarck mounted.<br />            Erika sat herself in the driverâ€™s seat of the carriage.<br />            â€œFollow those tracks!â€ she told Fleur. â€œAnd quickly!â€<br />            The white horse picked up speed. Soon, she was going so fast that Erika was clinging onto the reins. She heard Madame Carp say, â€œ<em>Really</em>!â€<br />            Soon, she saw a fat figure in the distance. It had a reddish color to it.<br />            â€œAfter him!â€ Erika urged the horse.<br />            Fleur was now hot on Bismarckâ€™s trail. Even further ahead, Erika could see another lone horse which had to belong to Preminger. She could not see the other carriage at all, and now she had to squint to see Bismarck, as the sun was rising higher and higher in the sky. Erika was surprised by this; in her chase she had completely lost track of time.<br />            Just then, she heard the <em>clop-clop </em>of hooves behind her. Before she could turn, Erika heard the jumble of frightened barks and meows (coupled with Madame Carpâ€™s annoyed growls). She soon heard Anneliese scream very loudly, loud enough to be heard above the sound of the fast-moving horses.<br />            â€œERIKA! LOOK OUT! NICK AND NACK ARE AFTER US!â€<br />            Erika egged the horse on still faster. She couldnâ€™t let them catch her and her friends!<br /> <br />            Suddenly, Ambassador Bismarckâ€™s horse skidded to stop. Erika egged Fleur on. Panting, the horse raced toward a beautiful valley, surrounded by trees. Bismarck, Preminger, Midas, Dominick and Julian were all standing by the side of a shining lake, along with the horses and carriage.<br />            Finally, Fleur stopped. Erika leapt off the driverâ€™s seat, exhausted, and the carriageâ€™s occupants all stepped out.<br />            â€œYou traitor!â€ Preminger accused Ambassador Bismarck. â€œHow could you and that idiot who dares call himself a king team up to do that to Erika?!â€<br />            Dominick began to protest, but Bismarck interrupted him.<br />            â€œI havenâ€™t done a thing, you criminal!â€ he retorted. â€œI know for a fact that you and the King hid her in the Kattenland Mine, and â€“â€<br />            He suddenly stopped when he saw Erika. His eyes were wide with shock.<br />            â€œWhat â€“ how did you â€“â€<br />            Two more horses skidded to a halt, dismounted by Nick and Nack.<br />            â€œTRAITORS!â€ Preminger yelled at the two men. â€œYouâ€™ll pay for â€“â€<br />            â€œSave it, Preminger!â€ Anneliese said.<br />            Dominick looked around at the two girls, dressmaker, men, and cats.<br />            â€œWhat is going on?â€ he asked. â€œErika, what are you doing here? I told you to â€“â€<br />            â€œYour Majesty,â€ said Anneliese, â€œAmbassador Bismarck betrayed you. He and Preminger came up with a plan. They kidnapped Erika and me.â€<br />            Dominick gasped. Then an extremely angry expression appeared on his face.<br />            â€œI should have known!â€ he spat. â€œWhat with your lies and sending me to kingdoms where I wasnâ€™t needed! Guard!â€<br />            The guard driving his carriage grabbed Bismarckâ€™s hands behind his back.<br />            â€œTake him straight to the dungeon!â€ Dominick said, his voice full of fury.<br />            The guard shoved Bismarck in the carriage, firmly locked the door, and told the horse to go back to the palace. The carriage sped away.<br /> <br />            Preminger, Nick, Nack, and Midas just stood there, all shocked by what had just happened.<br />            â€œYourâ€¦Majesty,â€ said Preminger with a sly grin, â€œcould you possibly forgive me?â€<br />            Dominick continued to stare angrily, this time at Preminger.<br />            â€œHold it,â€ said Erika. â€œLet me handle this. I know the perfect job for these rogues.â€<br /> <br />            It came as quite a shock to Bertie and to Kattenlandâ€™s Queen Genevieve that Madame Carp had managed to open a new shop, this time in Dulcinia. However, one could hardly feel sorry for the people who now had to work there every day. Unlike Wolfie, Midas could not figure out how to sneak in and out, and Preminger thought his days in the Katten dungeons were nothing compared to knitting stupid dresses endlessly. On top of that, whenever Nick or Nack did a horrible job (which was almost everything they sewed), he was expected to fix it. Madame Carp had told them something about a â€œredemption debtâ€ or some such nonsense, but Preminger didnâ€™t believe he was ever going to pay the whole thing off. Somehow, Madame Carp would bring up some other misdeed he had done (by now, he was quite sure she was making things up) and adding extra â€œinterestâ€ because of it.<br />            Bertie herself had become much more than a handmaiden. She was now King Dominickâ€™s new ambassador, and she was helped out by two feline friends called Melissa and Tigger, who Dominick had named â€œthe cleverest, most deserving cats in Dulciniaâ€.<br />            The next time Erika came to Kattenland, which was not long after, Anneliese was delighted to hear that she was now expecting a child. Misha, who was still a baby, still couldnâ€™t tell the difference between Erika and Anneliese, so she had come to the conclusion that sometimes her motherâ€™s singing voice sounded like a bright sun, and other times it sounded like silk, like it had most of the time.<br />            And they allâ€¦well, you know how that story goes.<br />THE END<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>My Name is Erika </strong><em>(warning: death of protagonist's parents, sad)</em><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            My name is Erika.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I was born on the top of Mount Katten, in the kingdom there known as Kattenland. My parents, upon my birth, named me Erika after my father, Erik.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I, of course, had no idea of this, but Kattenlandâ€™s Princess Anneliese was born at the exact same moment as I was. Later in life, my mother would tell me about the great celebration on the day I was born. Though she and my father knew it was for the princess, she would say it made them feel as though I was special. Since then, I knew I must be somehow important, being born on the same day as the princess.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            My mother, Allyson, was the most wonderful human being to walk the realm of Kelia. She was like a fairy godmother to me, as she was so kind and always bright, even though we were very poor. She would sing her favorite song to me every night, before I went to sleep.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I never had any siblings. My mother always told me that I was her treasure, and that she didnâ€™t feel she could share that love with another child.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            We may have been poor, but my childhood was, in general, very pleasant. I used to go into the streets of Kattenland during the day, where I would show particular interest in the flowers. Occasionally I would see something that made my heart leap: the Katten Blue Rose. When I first saw one at the age of six, I was fascinated that the roses could be any color other than pink. After some talking with my parents about it, I learned that the blue roses only grew in Kattenland, or at least had only been found here up to this point in time. The Katten Blue Rose instantly became my favorite flower. It smelled even more wonderful than the pink rose, and it was my favorite color: light blue.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I loved to sing, too. It was a passion of my motherâ€™s. My parents told me what an excellent musical voice I had. I used to prance around the streets and sing, a little girlâ€™s idea of fun. People would smile at me. In fact, the local baker soon knew my name, and told me that my daily songs made his day.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            My very favorite song was taught to me by my mother. It was called â€œWritten in Your Heartâ€ and I still sing it fondly to this very day. Iâ€™ve known it for as long as I can remember. My mother probably first sang it to me when I was only a few days old. I never did ask her, which I regret.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I had an affinity with cats. When I was young, there were many stray animals roaming Kattenland (less, now, since Princess Anneliese has been working hard to get them all into good homes). For some reason, the kittens were never afraid of me. Adult cats would run sometimes or even frighten me with snarls, but the kittens always let me near them. I kept asking my parents if we could keep one, but we were too poor to keep a pet.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It was in my fourteenth year that everything changed.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I woke up one day, expecting it to be like any other, but my parentsâ€™ faces were grave. I knew something must be serious.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            My mother told me that the King of Kattenland had become ill. And to make matters worse, a few nobles had also gotten the disease. No one knew what it was.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            We were all praying for the King to get better. He was a very good and just king.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            However, I didnâ€™t think my life would necessarily be impacted that much â€“ until the plague spread to the common folk.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            My parents had ordered me to stay indoors, which made me miserable. I knew that it was only for my protection, as people had started dying of the unknown illness, but all the same, I cried every day and prayed the disease would go away soon.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Then, the King died.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Even the weather was gloomy that morning we heard. There were gray clouds over Mount Katten and its immediate surroundings. All the palace windows were closed, or so weâ€™d heard. Weâ€™d also heard that only one person didnâ€™t seem devastated about the whole matter: Preminger, the royal advisor. It struck me as a little suspicious.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Later that same day, I noticed my mother was walking more slowly.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            The next day, both she and my father fell ill. I was scared. About everyone who had caught this thing had not recovered. My mother still sang to me from her bedside, and she promised if the worst should happen, I would be okay. Theyâ€™d made arrangements with someone.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            About two months later, a week after my fifteenth birthday, they both died. My father was first, and I was with my mother throughout.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It was a terrible day. I cried so hard that I was surprised I had any tears left. I was all alone now. Why, oh why, oh why?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            Some time later â€“ or perhaps no time at all â€“ someone knocked on my door.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It was Madame Carp, the local dressmaker. She claimed she was my legal guardian now.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I went with her only because I had nowhere else to go.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It turned that Iâ€™d only survived as a baby because my parents had borrowed a lot of money from her. I had to work for her to pay off their debt.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I didnâ€™t want to work, especially not now. But she was stubborn. Fortunately, my parents had taught me how to sew, perhaps because of this.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            I found that I was expected to work all day every day. I was getting sick of it, but I had inherited from my parents a sense of honor, and they had promised to pay her back. Since it was up to me now, I didnâ€™t feel I could break it. I thought their souls might be weeping from shame if I did. Still, I sang. I sang as I worked, and I knew that once my debt was paid, I was free to go and follow my dream.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            It wasnâ€™t all bad. I made a new friend in the seamstress Bertie, and I found a strange little kitten one day while wandering outside. The kitten was white with brown patches, and he was barking and panting. He was chasing his own tail and seemed to be enjoying himself. I adopted the kitten and named him Wolfie. Thankfully, Madame Carp didnâ€™t object, though I doubt she completely approved.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;"><span style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">            That is the story of my childhood up to the point when I met the princess and found that we looked alike.</span></span><br /></p></div>
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<p><br /><strong>The Kelian Origins of Clara</strong><br /></p>
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<div class="ipsSpoiler_contents"><p><br />            In the land of Parthinia lived three young noble ladies. They were sisters, and two of them were cheerful and kind. The eldest, Lady Pirlipat, was selfish and stuck-up.<br />            The two youngest were twin sisters, named Alice and Elizabeth. They were good friends of Parthiniaâ€™s Prince Reginald. He considered them family. Pirlipat, however, had her eye on the young prince. She intended to be his queen.<br />            Reginald also knew a young squire, a fairy mouse. The mouse was Pirlipatâ€™s confidant. Sneaky and sly, he expected a promised sum of money when Pirlipat, at the age of seventeen, asked of him to help her win the princeâ€™s hand.<br />            The mouse, using his cunning, managed to worm his way into the trust of the King and Queen. They made him an attendant to the prince, who gladly accepted, for he believed the mouse to be his true friend.<br />           <br />            The prince, who thought little of Pirlipat, continued to spend time with her sisters, who, although he loved them rather well, had no desire to marry either of them. Elizabeth and Alice did wonder if Reginald sought their love, but one day they had to stop. For Reginald met up with a young woman known as Miriam. She was the youngest princess of the nearby land of Selenia. She had been traveling with the rest of the Selenian royal family, and she and Reginald soon fell in love.<br />            Elizabeth and Alice were happy for the prince, but Pirlipat was not. She commanded the mouse to slip the prince false information about Princess Miriam, in hopes that Reginald would turn away from her. The mouse soon saw an opportunity: he spied Miriam speaking to a young squire about the horses. To the prince he twisted the story, saying that Miriam and the squire were having an affair behind his back.<br />            When Reginald questioned his beloved and the squire, he learned that the mouse was wrong, for other servants backed up the pairâ€™s story. He did not, however, cease to trust the mouse, for he thought he was simply mistaken.<br />            Pirlipat was furious that her plan had gone wrong. She cooked up a plot of her own, without the mouseâ€™s help.<br />            She would send Miriam away to another world. That was it. Then, Pirlipat would become the next Queen of Parthinia.<br />            But how to do it?<br />            She decided she would have to steal the Kingâ€™s scepter. Determined not to be seen, she snuck into the Kingâ€™s treasure at midnight. However, Miriam was awakened by Pirlipatâ€™s rushing footsteps past her door, for she had spied a sleeping guard and was quick to scamper. Curious, Miriam opened the door.<br />            She spied Pirlipat, who she knew well to be her rival for Prince Reginaldâ€™s affections, run down the stairs to the treasure vault. This was not good. Immediately she alerted the mouse, who had by now earned so much of the princeâ€™s trust that he was considered his advisor.<br />            The mouse did not know why Pirlipat was plotting, and, more importantly, why she was plotting without <em>him</em>. He was furious! He decided that he would sabotage her plan.<br />            With quiet mouse footsteps, he followed her down into the treasure vault, where she had almost neared the scepter. As soon as she touched it, the mouse made an incredible squeaking fit, waking the guards nearby. Pirlipat turned, scepter in hand, and prepared to cast a spell on the fast approaching guards. The mouse ran into her, knocking the scepter out of her hand. He caught it, and to be sure no one would go after him, transformed the guards into small garden fairies, who flew away.<br />            The power felt good. The mouse was very pleased that he had the scepter. With it, he was sure to be able to do whatever he wanted. In fact, he thought he might be able to seize the throne with it. Unfortunately for him, he had underestimated Pirlipat. She dove at him before he could seriously consider taking over, grabbing the scepter from his hand. Full of fury, the mouse ran after her as she began a search for Miriam â€“ a search that unexpectedly ended when she entered the grand ballroom. The lights were on, and the King, the Queen, Prince Reginald, Princess Miriam, Alice and Elizabeth were all there.<br />            The mouse arrived later, panting.<br />            â€œI-Iâ€™m sorry, Your Majesties, Your Highness,â€ he gasped. â€œI tried to stop her, but she is incredibly strong.â€<br />            The surprise in his voice was genuine; he had not expected a seemingly delicate lady to be able to wrench the scepter from his hand.<br />            â€œReginald!â€ Pirlipat snapped. â€œYou may never see her again!â€<br />            She pointed the scepter at Miriam, chanting a spell.<br />            Alice and Elizabeth gasped and jumped in front of her. Soon, the blast from Pirlipatâ€™s spell hit them, and they disappeared, only to reappear in another world â€“ a world different from their own.<br />            Furious, Reginald drew his sword.<br />            â€œDrop it, Pirlipat!â€ he commanded.<br />            She wouldnâ€™t. But the mouse still did not want to see Pirlipatâ€™s plans work. He swiped the scepter from her, taking her completely by surprise. Then he handed it to Reginaldâ€™s father.<br />            â€œPirlipat!â€ barked the infuriated king. â€œFor this vile act, you must suffer the consequences!â€<br />            And with that, he changed Pirlipat into a wooden owl and sent her to the world where her sisters had ended up.<br /> <br />            When she arrived at the grand house where her sisters were now staying, due to Alice falling for the son of the rich Drosselmeyer,  she knew that to get back into the kingâ€™s â€“ and Reginaldâ€™s â€“ good graces, she would have to redeem herself. Thus, she, Alice and Elizabeth together made the locket that served as portal between Parthinia and Victorian England. For most of the day, Pirlipat would sleep atop the grandfather clock and dream of the life she might have had with Reginald, who did marry Miriam and in due course had a son, Prince Eric. Alice bore two children: Clara and Tommy.<br /> <br />            As for the mouse, his lust for power continued to grow, and thus he spoiled Prince Eric at every chance he got, making him less appropriate king material. The mouse thought that maybeâ€¦just maybeâ€¦he was the one who would get Reginaldâ€™s throne.<br /></p></div>
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<p><br /> <br />You can also find my stories at: <a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/~saeryen" rel="external nofollow">https://www.fanfiction.net/~saeryen</a> and <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/AriaSaeryen" rel="external nofollow">http://archiveofourown.org/users/AriaSaeryen</a></p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote"><div><p>Her you see, Sleeping in the stars,<br />Shining free, Watching from afar.<br />Her face glows, At night shows, Madness grows,<br />She sees who you are.<br /> <br />Her you feel, Burning in the sky,<br />Restless zeal, Judging from on high.<br />Need her might, Far too bright, Flee from sight,<br />She shows all your lies.<br /> <br />Her you taste, Underneath your feet,<br />Needs no haste, With you she will treat.<br />Food she lends, Her you tend, In the end,<br />Give back all you eat.<br /> <br />Her you smell, Crashing on the shore,<br />Endless well, Surface to the floor.<br />Secrets kept, In her depth, things that slept,<br />Names are told no more.<br /> <br />Her you hear, Clatter in the air,<br />Love or fear, Her voice will be fair.<br />All around, Know the sound, Grin or frown,<br />I will see you there.</p></div></blockquote>
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<p><br /><br />I had a little tune to go with it but I kinda lost it trying to figure out what the notes where? I should have recorded me singing it to help I guess? I think the meter of the tune was intended to be something like:</p>
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<p>â™©â™©â™© â™«â™©â™« (rest)</p>
<p>â™©â™©â™© â™«â™©â™« (rest)</p>
<p>â™©â™©â™© â™©â™©â™© â™©â™©â™©</p>
<p>â™«â™©â™« (rest)</p>
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<p>7+7+9+4/4? Okay maybe it wasn't that?</p>
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<p>I donno what do you guys think? Does this work as a good poem/song?</p>
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<p>Edit: Rest symbols don't work here... oh well.</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">40594</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2017 09:08:54 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Pia's Rather Complicated Adventure</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/40630-pias-rather-complicated-adventure/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œGod aâ€™ mercy!â€ Pia cried. â€œI had unwittingly drunk too much apple juice and I urgently need toâ€¦!â€ </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="background-color:transparent;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'Gentium Basic';font-size:12pt;">Pia raced her way through the Old Ways Village in urgent search for the lavatory. She regretted spending her morning with the Oni in Requiem, for which they were having one  their many drinking festivals. Pia, however, despised alcohol but wanted to join in the fun.</span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">The Old Ways Village was surprisingly empty.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œPeopleâ€¦ No people,â€ Pia thought. She hatched an idea.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œNo! As a Maiden, that can only be a last resort!â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Trailing behind Pia was the spirit Gwendolyn Komatsuzaki. She seemed pretty amused.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œHeya, Pia!â€ She greeted. â€œWhy the hurry?â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œMy Lady!â€ Pia exclaimed, still in a mad sprint through the Village. â€œTo speak the truth, basicallyâ€¦!â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Gwendolyn waved her hand in understanding.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œI see, so thatâ€™s how it is,â€ she told Pia. â€œThough, itâ€™s best to take the winding path when in a hurry.â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Pia thought for a moment.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œYES, INDEED.â€ Pia pulled out a spellsign. â€œELEMENT SIGN: WHIRLWIND SPRINT!â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Pia had then summoned a small whirlwind that engulfed her up to the neck. She was going much faster now.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œThatâ€™s not what I-â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œI see now! The rotational force is converted to propulsion!â€ Pia chirped. â€œI am in your debt, Lady Gwendolyn!â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Before Gwendolyn could correct the Maiden, Pia had whirled off at top-Pia speed. </span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">After two minutes of spellsign-speeding, Pia had the local lavatory in her sights. She pressed her heels into the dirt road in a halt.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œI am at my limits,â€ Pia breathed. â€œBut, I have made it! Now, I shall-.â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">The door wouldnâ€™t budge.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œIt wonâ€™t open!? Is someone present already!?â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Pia knocked on the restroom door with great force. A voice emerged from the other side.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œUghhhâ€¦ Who is it?â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œMyon! I cry you mercy, but please do make haste!â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œUghhhâ€¦ Hurry what up?â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œTHE PRIVY! QUICKLY! LET ME IN!â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œUghhhâ€¦ Alright, I guess.â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Pia twitched and gyrated like no oneâ€™s business. She then started to feel a tad exhausted. Using her spellsign took a bit too much effort.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œMy sightâ€¦â€ Pia whelped.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">The world went black.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="background-color:transparent;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'Gentium Basic';font-size:12pt;text-align:center;">~</span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œWHHAAA! Where am I? Where art the privy?â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Pia sprang awake. She found herself in a springwater bath, bare as she was when she was born and chest-deep in the steaming water.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œWhat are you doing half-asleep in here, Piaâ€ said Gwendolyn, seated next to her. â€œDonâ€™t fall asleep in the bath.â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">â€œI-is that so?â€ Pia sighed. â€œIt seems as if I had fallen asleep whilst in the progress of something.â€</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">Pia laughed, unaware of what would stain her pride later on.</span></span></p>
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<p><span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Gentium Basic';color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;">And her clothes.</span></span></p>
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]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">40630</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 16:17:23 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>VIDEOGAMES POEMS</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/40008-videogames-poems/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>MARIO'S PRO SATANIC EVILNESS </strong></p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Mario is evil, Mario is bad,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">he do kill turtles for his fun,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">He do takes evil things like drugs,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Magic powerups make him high!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Because he is a evil man,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">He hates every animal,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Look; he's fricking mad,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">and he things he's right!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Now kids, listen to me,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Don't copy this psicopath,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Because money isn't like that,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">It's harder to gain it; you brats!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">We know, Mario hates life,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">he want you to stab a knife</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">into your family eyes,</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">don't play this subliminal crap!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>NINTENDO WARS</strong></p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ritual of pain, sadistic ceremony,<br />with their body tied down to the floor<br />we will grab our enemies, Sony...</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">There are more foes, let say four,<br />Sega, Microsoft, Ubisoft, and that one,<br />This will be nintendo, nintendo war!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">M16; for their games we'll push guns,<br />We'll kill 'em ti'll they cry for mercy,<br />This is our evil prosatanic sadistic fun...</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">So the TV is saying: "This is</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">controversy!",<br />We know this is only a trash cleaning,<br />Mario is killing sonic, no hidden meaning,<br />There's only violence for you and for me!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Samus is now a fricking neo killing machine,<br />Pokemons are beast that loves crappy meat,<br />Nintendo will be our lifetime super queen!</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">We'll kill you,  we'll gonna that shitty ass beat,<br />Nuclear super nintendo atomic invasion!<br />We're NSC, the real kvlt vidogame elite.</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Now, what will you do? Bring us a donation?<br />frick off; you fuckers, we're the fricking lords<br />and we won't accept that useless persuasion.</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">frick Sony, frick Sega, frick Ubisoft,<br />frick gamers, frick games, frick the scene<br />and what we wanna hear: "frick Microsoft!",<br />this is whay we need to stop our Spleen...</p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </p>
<p style="color:rgb(39,42,52);font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>I'm sorry if you don't like my poems but they are just for the sake of fun</b></p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">40008</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2017 17:46:39 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>telling a story with seed beads</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/39639-telling-a-story-with-seed-beads/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>Hi folks.</p>
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<p>Day 2 <a href="https://1drv.ms/i/s!AmSZutMnfS3TjhIgdAkjybjQkM83" rel="external nofollow">Necklace</a></p>
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<p>eventually I will be learning to make wampum belts, but until then, I will practice the peyote stitch with telling a story with seed beads. so far that necklace says I believe in you. I already have the entire story planned out, should be fun <img src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/default_smile.png" alt=":)" srcset="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/smile@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>
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<p>eventually I want to offer this skill as a service on DA. but until I have made what I want/need for practice and myself, it won't be available.</p>
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<p>Here is the storyline for the upcoming game I'm making.</p>
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<p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/download/a67s7qtxc7m27s0" rel="external nofollow">https://www.mediafire.com/download/a67s7qtxc7m27s0</a></p>
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<p>Please read and enjoy!</p>
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<p>This story is horror related and might contain scenes that are intense for some readers. You've been warned!</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">39352</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2016 02:53:49 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Cadh20000's "old" art</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/19746-cadh20000s-old-art/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>The reason for the "old" in the thread title is the fact that most of my newer(and presumably better) work goes with a non-RM game I'm working on, so I have to be careful about posting it around here. While I did put some of it in here I won't go into detail about it.</p>
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Every image here (and much more, both image and literature) can be found on my DA account, just click on an image to go to it's page(if I set it up correctly anyway). Any (constructive) feedback is more than welcome, whether on this thread or on the DA pages.</p>
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These are totally unorganized, few things go with what is next to them.</p>
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Felidae Gauntlets (the one that goes with the other game)</p>
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Demon's Bloodstone Locket (goes with a short story I'm still working on)</p>
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Title for a manga I'm working on, titled "Excalibur: A new twist on an old tale"</p>
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Ulte'an (The world the manga takes place on)</p>
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Haunted Castle animated gif. Includes a link to a youtube video version that has sound effects.</p>
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Transformations animated gif</p>
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Edle Steinn (a collab with a friend of their OC)</p>
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Character and template copyright <a href="http://ulver-av-nord.deviantart.com/" rel="external nofollow"><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/u/l/ulver-av-nord.png?1" alt="ulver-av-nord.png?1" /></a></p>
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Outfit and coloring by me</p>
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Sunset 1</p>
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Sunrise 1</p>
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Theran - Front view (My main OC and the lead character in my book.)</p>
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Theran - looking over his shoulder (My main OC and the lead character in my book.)</p>
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Elf</p>
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Flag of Corran (One of the countries in my book)</p>
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Fantasy Tiger - pencil sketch</p>
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Phoenix (Once again, from my book)</p>
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Dragon Skull - pencil sketch</p>
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Fantasy Sword (random design)</p>
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The Summoning of the Elementals: Fire - (animated gif, the scene comes from my book)</p>
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Stained Glass Dragon (NOTE: Not an actual stained glass, just a digital representation of one.)</p>
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Stained Glass Poinsettia (NOTE: Not an actual stained glass, just a digital representation of one.)</p>
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On her husband's shoulder (Once again, goes with my book. Bran and Katya, the brother-in-law/best-friend and the sister of Theran, the book's lead character)</p>
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Magic Necklace (One last image from my book, designed and made by Theran for his niece, Bran and Katya's daughter, Karen.)</p>
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*EDIT: June 9, 2014*</p>
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I am working on to trying to figure out how to implement the custom menu I want to use. A variant on the one I designed for a custom programmed 3D game I'm also working on.</p>
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Since they are technically artwork, I figured I'd post them here.</p>
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These are the mock-ups of them for the 3D game, I still need to edit and customize them for the RPGMaker game, but step one in doing so is figuring out what aspects I can retain and what I need to remove... I think I need to talk to an experienced scripter about it before making any big changes to the layouts...</p>
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*EDIT: June 11, 2014*</p>
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A couple battlers I did up for laughs:</p>
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*EDIT: February 7, 2015*</p>
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The matching bracelet and necklace belonging to Ellisandra, Theran's (my main character's) fiance. (From the book and short stories, not game.)</p>
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Bracelet:</p>
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Necklace</p>
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*EDIT* July 26, 2016*</p>
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A title screen I did up for an old project idea that...to be honest, I've never worked on otherwise since typing up the rough idea. Unfortunately the dA watermark will have to stay since I don't have enough storage on the forums to re-upload it directly here.</p>
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]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">19746</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2013 21:22:21 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Cosmos's Space Junk(Drawings)</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/33539-cosmoss-space-junkdrawings/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>Its a art thread. Soon to be updated right here.</p>]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">33539</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2015 06:38:07 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Leon Sandcastle and some books...</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/38913-leon-sandcastle-and-some-books/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>Hmmm... I want to share some writings...<br /><br /><a href="https://1drv.ms/f/s!AmSZutMnfS3Tb569OfRpKKbLSKo" rel="external nofollow">Rags to Death</a> - the first fairy tale I ever wrote...</p>
<p><a href="https://1drv.ms/u/s!AmSZutMnfS3TgjhnKeoeFrwp-2Pi" rel="external nofollow">Ayvdaqualosgv</a> - the 33rd fairy tale I ever wrote, borrowing from First Nation myths and lore</p>
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<p>Anyways, I did publish an ebook of my fairy tales, still have to revise some more so I can publish a second book for them.</p>
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<p>I did just start on a novella fairy tale with an urban sort of setting.</p>
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<p>I like writing, writing is good too.</p>
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<p>Do you like writing? is writing good to you?</p>
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<p>you can use what I have shared for projects with RM engines, I don't mind. Just give me credit.</p>
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<p>I have more, lots more, I think I have written around 200K words in my life so far. But I don't want to overwhelm people so request what kind of thing you want me to share. I also do stories upon request, but nothing beyond a short story... If I like you, I might be willing to do a novella length one. But seriously, those take time and require all kinds of cussing at the computer screen. And I won't do public posts on this site for anything in the Cupid series, as they have adult scenes at times. Everything I linked is considered safe for a General Audience.</p>
]]></description><guid isPermaLink="false">38913</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2016 19:22:27 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Ragnos Drawings.</title><link>https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/topic/38129-ragnos-drawings/</link><description><![CDATA[
<p>Here is some drawings I have done in the past. </p>
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<p>A drawing of the Mark 1 Version of my Avatar picture.</p>
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<p>My first drawing of two people.</p>
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<p>An early full (mostly) body drawing.</p>
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<p>One of my later ones.</p>
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<p><strong>Last Update:</strong> 9 April 2015</p>
<p><strong>Update Notes</strong><strong>:</strong></p>
<ul><li>
<strong>Hirei</strong> has joined The Pantheon! Bring the waffles~!</li>
<li>Updated <strong>Izu</strong>'s official Pantheon Bust</li>
<li>Updated list of Collabs</li>
<li>Announcement: Spectre will be leaving in September 2015.</li>
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<p><a rel=""><strong><span style="font-size:24px;">What Are We?</span></strong></a></p>
<p>The Pantheon is a massive, all-in-one-art thread seeking to homogenize and streamline the process of connecting to various artists and their artwork, to advertise them throughout the forum and to allow our forum users to better interact with our base of talented individuals for advice, commissioned work, and general fun and games.</p>
<p>With The Pantheon, we seek to accomplish what has never been done before: to transcend national, ethnic and cultural barriers, thereby creating a sense of ascendant unity seeking to popularize and publicize the graphic art trade, and to show the world what we are capable of. We will also be showcasing our artists on a personal level unheard of with regular forum interaction, bringing our true potential as not only graphic designers, but friendly, outgoing individuals, to life.</p>
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<p><a rel=""><span style="font-size:24px;"><strong>The Olympians</strong></span></a></p>
<p>No Pantheon can exist without its members, each hand-picked from a crop of artists on the forum for heavy participation and top caliber. Presenting to you, The Olympians:</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Atelier Game Art/Allusion</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/20633-open-atelier-game-art-shop/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a><br /><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital artwork, anime style<br /><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>(email) allusion-illusions@live.com,</p>
<p>(twitter) @AllusionAtelier<br /><strong>Availability:</strong> Mon-Fri<br /><strong>Commissions:</strong> Closed<br /><strong>Trades:</strong> Open for one-shot orders, in exchange for a song or a script. (Title/Game over screens, banner artwork, chibis, avatars.)<br /><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed<br /><strong>Freebies:</strong> Allusion's 2014 ReStaff Pack<br /></p>
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<p><img src="http://i1144.photobucket.com/albums/o497/lapeezlazuli/The%20Pantheon/panprofile_blumiu_zps83bba9c4.png" alt="panprofile_blumiu_zps83bba9c4.png" /></p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> BluMiu/Joshua</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/23951-blumiu-art/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital Art (anime, semi-realism), eventually maps</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>E-Mail (blumiu7@gmail.com)</p>
<p>DeviantArt (<a href="http://obsidiantrance.deviantart.com/" title="External link" rel="external nofollow">http://obsidiantrance.deviantart.com/</a>)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Open</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Eventually</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Closed<br /></p>
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<p><img src="http://i1144.photobucket.com/albums/o497/lapeezlazuli/The%20Pantheon/panprofile_hirei_zpscmgjkkqc.png" alt="panprofile_hirei_zpscmgjkkqc.png" /></p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Hirei</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/280-hireis-art-dump/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Anime (Cel-shade and black/white) and Semi-Realism (learning) - Digital</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>Twitter (reiterasu)</p>
<p>Skype (rei.sakurazaki)</p>
<p><a href="http://hireiterasu.deviantart.com/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>DeviantArt</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> PM me, it varies!</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> <a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/20937-open-hirei-art-and-gfx-illustration-ui-gfx-design/" title="" rel="external nofollow">http://www.rpgmakerv...-ui-gfx-design/</a></p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> PM me, it varies!</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> PM me, it varies!</p>
<p><strong>Freebies: </strong>Closed</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Izu</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/27675-izus-lil-shop/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Graphic Art.</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong> None, besides here. </p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Mon-Sat.</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Not confident enough.</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Closed.</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Open.</p>
<p><strong>Freebies: </strong>None at the moment.</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Knighterius </p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> I can uh...make maps?...and sprite people...</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information: </strong>PM me </p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> When I can be bothered...</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Closed (commissions seem scary)</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Closed <span>until I'm not so busy</span></p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed until I'm not so busy</p>
<p><strong>Freebies: </strong>Not at the moment </p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Kotori-chan</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/22737-the-anime-sprite-resource-well/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Sprites (Anime Styled Shading, No RTP Shading), Digital Art (Persona Q Styled and Chibis)</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong> Sadly none, but you can PM me here ^~^ </p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Everyday~ But not 24 hours a day ^~^</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> <a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/24170-the-anime-sprite-spring/" title="" rel="external nofollow">http://www.rpgmakerv...-sprite-spring/</a></p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open but I only accept Action Sequences for Theo`s SBS that uses mostly default sequences in his script as well as default animations found in RMVXAce</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Sadly Closed for now</p>
<p><strong>Freebies: </strong><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/22737-the-anime-sprite-resource-well/" title="" rel="external nofollow">http://www.rpgmakerv...-resource-well/</a></p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Namio</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/28867-namios-art-dump/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital, Watercolour, Lineart, Armour, Fantasy</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>Tumblr (ghostofcrux),</p>
<p>E-mail (namio.roll@gmail.com)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Everyday</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Open, PM for info</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open, looking for Scripters and Musicians <u>only</u></p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Closed</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Allin/NH97</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/27856-nh97s-art-dump/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital Anime Style</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>Skype (Aliin97)</p>
<p>E-mail (alinnasution97@gmail.com)</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://allin97.deviantart.com/" title="External link" rel="external nofollow">DeviantArt</a></strong></p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Weekends</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Closed</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> richter_h (alternatively, call me H)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/25097-richter-hs-gallery" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Character design and scene illustration, possibly anime-ish. Both traditional and digital, but personally prefer traditional one. Not that good in drawing backgrounds, though. Check my dA for some of my works.</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information: </strong></p>
<p><a href="http://foresteronly.deviantart.com/" rel="external nofollow">deviantArt (foresteronly)</a>,</p>
<p>facebook (/lv.70.richter_h),</p>
<p>twitter (@richterheimsdel)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Anytime but I'll put priority on works with decent payments first.</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Open</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open</p>
<p><strong>Requests: </strong>Closed</p>
<p><strong>Freebies: </strong>Closed</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Sessie</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/29642-sessies-sometimes-sketch-dump-dumpster/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Sketches (pencil and digital), character design, digital paintings</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong> N/A - Just pm me here <img src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/default_smile.png" alt=":)" srcset="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/smile@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Randomly on weeknights and weekends</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Open for discussion</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open for discussion</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Sure- at your peril xD</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Eventually probably</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Spectre Studios/Ken</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/29626-spectres-art-and-shameless-advertising/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital &amp; Traditional (Pencil), Lineart, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Noir</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>Instagram (@artistic_savant),</p>
<p>Email (royalsealclub@gmail.com)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Weekends</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Open. Please PM or email for details.</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open, looking for <strong>Experienced </strong>Artists, Scripters and Musicians <u>only</u></p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Additional Info:</strong> Will take Adult (18+) commissions with <strong>no gore</strong> (blood is OK), defamatory or overtly sexual acts. Please <strong>contact via email only</strong> for more information.</p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Theolized Stuffs</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/19878-theolized-gallery/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Anime Style, Celshading, Lineart, Facesets, Cute Girls</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>deviantart (theoallen),</p>
<p>web (www.theolized.com)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> When on mood / commision</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Open for IDR only (local)</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> <a href="http://www.theolized.com/p/materials.html" title="External link" rel="external nofollow">Materials</a></p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> Tsarmina (of MIST)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/19363-tsarminas-laboratory/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital &amp; Traditional, Lineart, Sketching, Soft Shading, Cute/Bright, Character Art, Parallax Mapping</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong></p>
<p>Email--I check daily <img src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/default_smile.png" alt=":)" srcset="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/smile@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> (tsarmina_s@yahoo.com),</p>
<p>G+ (Tsarmina Vernehawke)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Always subject to life ups and downs. D: Generally weekends, will take a long time to complete anything.</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Closed. If you REALLY want one...PM me? O_o</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open, never done one before! I'll do portrait art for music or scripts <img src="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/default_smile.png" alt=":)" srcset="https://www.rpgmakercentral.com/uploads/emoticons/smile@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Open, though I may or may not take yours. :x</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Mwahahaha~</p>
<p> <a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/19363-tsarminas-laboratory/" title="" rel="external nofollow"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/6LOfEM3.png" alt="6LOfEM3.png" /></a> &lt;Click that <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-size:12px;text-align:center;">â™¥</span></p>
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<p><strong>Artist Name:</strong> When Bugs Roam Ur House</p>
<p><a href="http://www.rpgmakervxace.net/topic/24302-art-poo/" rel="external nofollow"><strong>Art Thread</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Specialization:</strong> Digital, sketches; "everyday life"-type pictures</p>
<p><strong>Alternate Contact Information:</strong> PM me here or:</p>
<p>use my Skype (pika.chewz)</p>
<p><strong>Availability:</strong> Only available for collabs &amp; trades atm</p>
<p><strong>Commissions:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Trades:</strong> Open</p>
<p><strong>Requests:</strong> Closed</p>
<p><strong>Freebies:</strong> Closed</p>
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<p><a rel=""><span style="font-size:24px;"><strong>Collaborations</strong></span></a></p>
<p>The following are collaborations done by various members of The Pantheon, and a few others.</p>
<p>Will be updated as more collaborations flow in.</p>
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<p>Happy Halloween, 2014</p>
<p>Collaboration with Tsarmina, When Bugs Roam Ur House, Knighterius, BluMiu, NH97 and Amysaurus</p>
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<p>RWBY, 2014</p>
<p>Collaboration with Tsarmina, When Bugs Roam Ur House and Hirei</p>
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<ul><li>Browsing our collaborated works and request new ones</li>
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<p>A: The Pantheon can give more detailed information about each artist's specializations and niches, which allows us to cater more easily to whoever's requesting, say, steampunk or fairyland resources. This also saves time on the requestor's behalf since he can more easily locate the artist.</p>
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<p><strong>sexyboy69</strong> wants to commission a piece of artwork from the following: <strong>Bugs, namio, NH97</strong>.</p>
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<p>If any of the artists accept, details are to be discussed via PM <u>with the respective artists</u>, and the status of the request will be changed to <strong>Accepted</strong>.</p>
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<p>Therefore, sexyboy69 cannot make the same request to <strong>Bugs</strong>, Spectre and Tsarmina, but he can make the same request to Allusion, Spectre and Tsarmina.</p>
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<p>Here are some of my unfinished ideas.</p>
<p>Tell me what you think, and ofcourse any of your ideas for improvement of the characters/sketches.</p>
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<p>This one was ment to have 3 characters standing together. One is "complete", the 2nd chick is not.</p>
<p>But for the 3rd one I simply had one idea.</p>
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<p><img src="http://img12.deviantart.net/ef03/i/2016/141/a/1/something_by_nick5200-da3abvp.png" alt="something_by_nick5200-da3abvp.png" /></p>
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<p>2nd For this one I simply had no idea how to make armor further.</p>
<p>Any suggestions?</p>
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<p><img src="http://img02.deviantart.net/1f63/i/2015/012/d/f/odin_by_nick5200-d8dnxct.jpg" alt="odin_by_nick5200-d8dnxct.jpg" /></p>
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<p>3rd Protagonist or Antagonist?</p>
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<p>4th Could this form belong to a god, or it's more fitting for some lesser creature?</p>
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<p>5th Any ideas on how should I change his body to be more fitting to his head? Or should I even change the body?</p>
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<p>6th Lastly this guy was in the umm gallery folder of this forum, untill they closed the gallery (A shame really)</p>
<p>I gave him completly to ppl of this forum to use him and modify him as they see fit.</p>
<p>And now I am doing so again, if you need this image for a game, feel free to do so.</p>
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