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There I lay in the water too injured to move. Blood leaking out of my wounds, pain slowly leaving my body. Suddenly I'm scooped out of the water by a giant hand. I lay in the palm of that hand, it felt serene. Whoever was holding me was moving. It was a quick, careful movement. As if trying to get away, but at the same time trying to not break or drop the precious vase in hand. I was placed carefully on the ground. I'm a bloody mess of shrapnel tears and bullet holes. I was in such a critical condition, coughing up blood. I should have passed out over 30 minutes ago. But what I am keeps me from dying so quickly. Slowly life was fading from me, my body was going numb. Finally I opened my eyes and saw him there and I smiled. It was him, I should have known. I closed my eyes there I lay dead and dead forever, gone. Or so I thought.
But all of that is another story. Way ahead of everything that you need to know to
understand. Why don't we start at the beginning. My world is very different Dragon Lords episode 1Preparation
Note: I am going to speak in third person from now on and may switch perspectives midway. I will notify if I do so. And this is going to be more pictured as an anime, rather than a real-life graphic series with our world chroma.
In a burst of light the fight is over. Draavon is left on his knees, badly beaten. His foe standing just opposite of him with a sly grin of victory on his maw. The darkness surrounds them both and plagues the battlefield. Creeping and twisting along as it envelopes everything around it. "Okay Wayne you won. You are one tough rival", the man says standing up slowly. His movements still purged from exhaustion in his struggle to defeat his adversary. With a roar of triumph the Blackwing Dragon spreads his wings in dominance before re-folding them, and walking over to help his friend. "Next time you really should use your Dragon form Draavon", Gallion Wayne snorts and lifts up the man onto his smooth snout. Draavon pats and strokes his friend's muzzle s :thumb215300616: :thumb244446283: :thumb183147959: Gifted Lies 1Chapter 1
Trey walked into the city exhausted, traveling for a month just to get there. He squinted at the pure white marble mountains that the city was built into. Mountain City was one of the richest cities in the country of Shivers. It was also thought to be pure. He walked through the gates and was splattered with water. He turned and looked at the monk a little irritated. "Purifying your soul." He said in a calm tone. Trey just sneered and kept walking. He needed to ditch his things and go take a walk around the city. He walked by a blacksmiths and stopped. *I hope he doesn't see.* Trey kept moving. Yeah he was weird, he was albino, pure white hair red eyes but he had another little gift, he could read minds it was a dangerous gift but he controlled himself.  He needed to get his knives bent back into shape after being attacked in the last town.
The first town he went to he was greeted with pitch forks and torches. He wasn't all the way sure how they knew but they knew before he d Blaze 1 - The Strange ShopVince wandered down the street, bored. He was following the sidewalk wherever it led him, for he had nothing else to do that day… not since he'd finished what was left of his coursework anyway. He could go back to his home and study, but… he didn't want to. Not today.
The reason? He didn't feel like it. He felt like walking around the streets of Pittsburgh.
So, there he was doing just that. He, a black college student, hopped on a bus from Squirrel Hill, where he lived, and was now on the South Side.
Why had he come here, though? There was nothing here in particular that he knew he wanted to see, or place he wanted to be.
He felt like he was looking for something but didn't know what it was.
Hmm… I might as well head over to Pitt. See how everyone else is doing, he thought.
He kept walking, looking around. The feeling that he needed to find something still lingered within him, drawing him to do this. He didn't know where this feeling came from; it had suddenly come over

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                                                  Part 1. A Beautiful Transformation
The sky was very dark as I made my way to my brother's house. I was told that it hardly ever rains in California but this rain was cold, yet sad at the same time. Like how I felt. To me, it was like a signal of things to come.
My name is Titus Flamel. I'm a thirteen year old boy. My parents went missing less than a month ago. My grandp :thumb210899509:

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The Shadows of Fire PrologueOne day, long ago, a book of undreamed power left the hands of the dragons and fell to a human who drew all her dreams in it. The book altered the child's dreams in to reality, so that she became a goddess amongst the new world she drew in the book. All humans' lives are short, so she decided there needed to be more gods to replace her when she got old. She needed to be able to trust them to guard the land from consuming darkness. The gods were all humans paired with dragons for protection.  When one god or goddess died a new one would be born the same time in the human world, the same worked for their dragons. There would always be at least four humans and dragons, two gods and two goddesses. There would be a god for each element, air, fire, water, and earth.  To lead the four gods, the creator decided to create a fifth entity, one of spirit.  The creator died before she finished the book, and the spirit lord was never revealed to us. So far, we only have :thumb209399839: CoR - Alt. Prologue     'Blood and fire.
     The dirt road ran red with blood. Thatched log huts roared with crimson flames, the evening sky above stained as if by blood from the guttering red sun. The raiders were obscured in the smoke spawned by the conflagration, their spitting torches a beacon to track the course of the chaos. Shadows flickered within the dark smog, shadows wielding swords tainted with crimson blood.  
     Keltir clansmen, women and children daubed bloody and screaming, fled from the wreckage of their homes. Horn-helmed Vikir marauders hacked down all that crossed their red path as they razed the village with fire. Left in their wake was a trail of blood and flames. Always blood and flames – always red. The soil itself turned red in the dying light of the day. The raiders spared no thought to looting the village that they had drowned in red blood and engulfed in red fire.'
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Tonight, no matter what the voice said, Madeleine Lavoie would not listen to it, she would not sympathize with it and, most importantly, she would not obey it. She gripped her sheets in tight fists and promised herself tonight would be different. These affirmations had become the bedtime prayer she repeated every night, while her mother extinguished the gas lamps and her brother tied her hands and feet to her bedposts.
The restraints were for her own good. Maddy understood that well enough. How could she expect to survive in the world, if she ever managed to escape? She was the secret disgrace of her family. Her mother refused to bring her out into society, not for cruelty's sake, but to spare Maddy the humiliation of failing to attract a suitor, wealthy as the Lavoie family was. "Madeleine the Mute" was what people called her when they were being kind; they called her "Madeleine the Mad" when they were not. They were right.
To ward off her loneliness,

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:thumb205563917: Indigo's Rose: Chapter 1Silent Nymph, with curious eye,
Who the purple ev'ning lie
On the mountain's lonely van,
Beyond the noise of busy man... - Grongar Hill
Crab
Beauty. That is what I've always striven to preserve. The human body is a miraculous thing. Ingenious in design. A sublime work of art. It is meant to be beautiful. Health is beautiful. Even in the jowly depths of the old beggar, or the horse-nosed crone, there is a poetry to face and form. To its correct functioning. As a physician I have always admired its workings and warred against the ill humors that invaded it. In this waltz between birth and death my Caron had moved with unending grace. Then she had forgotten the steps in the dance of life. Something deep within had tripped.
Dawe turned away from his journal and took a deep breath before facing her. It was a mild spring day, with the mid-morning sun illuminating the bedroom in what should have been a warm and cheerful manner. Yet its golden hues only rendered Car Changeling Part 1It's not human. That was the only thing that mattered.
The infant lay on her porch, practically on the threshold of the door, in the early morning hours. She nearly stumbled on top of it on her way to the village well.
She stared at the thing at her feet, unable to comprehend precisely what she was seeing. It gave a tiny whimper and blinked up at her with its large, liquid eyes. Beneath the blanket wrapped around its tiny body, she could see its little limbs squirming. Trying to reach out, probably, for its mother's touch. Or her touch. Perhaps any touch would do.
A shiver ran up her spine as she took an involuntary step back from the baby. Her head whipped back and forth as she desperately sought for the owner of the infant. She saw no one and nothing. It was too early in the morning, and the other villagers had yet to rise. Dawn's light remained faint on the horizon. Nothing moved in the woods around the village, and even the birds did not sing. The baby's soft murmurs were ma :thumb196372204: Ravens Rest - Chapter 1Chapter 1.
Ravens Rest.
Drip - nine hundred and one.
Drip - nine hundred and two.
Drip- nine hundred and three...four...five.
The ever recurring monotony of hollow echoes from water dripping into a puddle would be enough to drive a lesser man insane, but not Draven Reinhardt. Born of Torne blood of the Keltir clans, he, like the rest of his people, was a hardened soul, accustomed to the hardships of life and death in a world where the only thing that was sure, was that sleeping with both eyes closed was a dangerous thing to do. Some might even call it foolish.
Others called it profitable.
Draven Reinhardt was living proof of that conviction. The outlaw lived the life of a wandering highwayman, robbing all those whose paths he crossed, or hiring himself out as a sell sword to the few men and women who would not do their own dirty work. In the current ambivalence of the Wroge territory, his business had been nasty - but growing in demand.
Life on the other side of the law had been progre Embers - Part IKate ran.
Her feet pounded on the cobblestones as she tore down the alleyway, each footfall echoing wildly around her. She risked a look back over her shoulder, stumbling as she twisted. Hazy orange streetlights filtered around the corner, but there was no sign of persuit.
Heart pounding and lungs heaving, she burst from the dark of the alley into the light of the street, stopping as her eyes adjusted to the wall of people in front of her. She almost clattered into an eldery couple, buried beneath thick coats and woolly hats, who tutted at her as they passed.
She looked left and right, wiping tears from her eyes. She stood on a narrow street lined on each side with small gothic houses, fronted by dark metal railings. A crowd shuffled down the street, seeming to glow under the orange lights.
Safety in numbers, thought Kate.
Still gasping for breath, she looked back down the alley. A shadow moved in the gloom. Her stomach tightened as – for a half a second – she caught a Moonlight Owl - Preface
Preface
            The air was crisp, cooling; it would normally be such a beautiful night-if it had been any other night. I could taste the water as I took each breath, I could feel the moisture in the air. I felt the atmosphere change, like it was getting ready to rain; and the ring around the moon told me that it would be a very strong storm. The darkness of the water almost made for a perfect mirror to the glowing stars above. I stared in wonder at the sky, but... my mind was not steady-nor was it as calm on this night.
            It seemed like I was running out of options, his words echoed in my head 'You can't change who you are, and they won't accept you... not anymore.' It hurt. Was I really going to lose my friends, it wasn't like I chose to be this way. I didn't want this for myself, why did it have to happen to me? I wiped the tears that slowly blurred my vision. The Hunt pt 1    It is a common occurrence that we at the Omega Private Military Corporation get contracts for bounty hunting, in fact almost daily when local law enforcement find the situation unstable enough, this is usually outside the haven of Solace the planet as to which the Sanctuarian Republic lays upon.
   My name is Joshua Kevin Farlahee, Sniper, Illicar or to you greenhorns a lizardfolk, and the nephew of my uncle Felix Jacob Farlahee who is a general now and is the leader of the Delta Force units of the Omega Corporation. I am part of Delta Force as to which we are the feared soldiers since we are the very best, the galaxy's feared mercenaries as to which we know what is right and just. Freedom shall prevail, and I will be one of many who will carry out that Duty.
   My uncle never thought it was a good idea, however here I am pulling my own weight with Reaper team, as I am writing this or rather typing this I am en route to a colony kno :thumb195816464: True Memorial Page 1Aishling stared out at the desert, a sense of uncertainty and curiosity fogging her brain as she failed to take her math notes. 'Is there really a sea of sand leading to the end of the world out there?' she asked herself, her teacher blabbing about variables.
"Aishling, when you add 10 to each side, you have 2X = 20. What should you do to solve the problem?"
'Hmm...Ms. Knoll's a history teacher, maybe she can help me...'
THWACK!!
A piece of chalk fell upon Aishling's desk as a small spike of pain erupted on her forehead. She rubbed it, mumbling to herself as her classmates roared with laughter.
"Maybe you'll pay attention next time! Now, anyone else know the answer?"
Aishling sighed, returning to her thoughts. 'At least History's next...'
"Ms. Knoll! What do you know about the village barrier?" she asked as soon as she walked into the small, brightly-lit room.
"We're actually having a lesson about it today, Aishling. Ask all the questions you want, dear."
With a satisfied smile, she to The Forgotten Fantasy: Chap. 1It seemed like I couldn't move fast enough. The guards were chasing me through the serene forest; I couldn't get away. I ran faster still, clutching the rolled-up map to my chest; it was a fragile piece of parchment, but I had shed blood to retrieve it.
My horse, Erhard, waited by the small creek that was the boundary line for the castle's land. I quickly hopped onto his saddle and dug my heels into his sides. He whinnied, and we were off, raced through the dark forest, darting between thick-trunked trees as Erhard's hooves thudded against the ground.
I couldn't believe my luck. I'd managed to break into a heavily-armed castle and steal a map. Not just any map, but possibly one of the most important things ever written on a piece of parchment.
I pulled Erhard, my white stallion, to a stop at the very end of the river  we had been following, where a small waterfall trickled gently down the valley's cliff, on top of which the castle of Prince Marlowe loomed in the twilight dark :thumb190311987: Amulets of the Winter Knight 1
"Amulets of the Winter Knight" is a series of non-sequential fantasy MMO short stories. Read as few or as many as you want…and in any order.
Herald of the Winter Knight
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"Tell me more about Goldennoon," the adventurer said, stroking his long grey beard thoughtfully as he leaned back on his staff.
"What?" I asked.  My "Hello and welcome to Goldennon. Are you buying or selling today?" line was originally penned to generate conversation, but only the locals ever want to chat.
"Tell me more about Goldennoon," he said again. Bani—she runs the booth next to mine—was giving him a funny look. Her customer, a woman wearing so little she could only be an adventurer, was pawing through a chest of valuable magic rings as if Bani didn't exist.
"Goldennoon started out as a simple farming village," I began, not entirely sure how to explain it to an adventurer.  "We really started to prosper once we learned to plant crops i

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Punk Zombie Ch.1"Nana, Its time for you guys to get up, I made pancakes." My mom calls from the bottom of the stairs. I roll over to see my best friend, Eri still asleep which makes me smile. I have always envied her beauty seeing as how shes half Japanese, I wish I could have been even a forth Japanese but I'm half white and half black instead.
"Nana!, come on you guys before it gets cold!" My mom calls again This time waking up Eri.
"Morning." I say with a smile.
"Morning." She smiles back.
"Mom said breakfast is done."
"Pancakes?"
"Yeap, we better wake the others." I say as I sit up and look at our friends who are still asleep on the cots that are set up around the room. I throw my pillow at Layla who gets startled and falls off her cot.
"Oops sorry Lay didn't mean to make you fall out of bed." I laugh.
"Haha real funny." She laughs and throws the pillow back at me hitting me in the face with it.
"Hey watch it!" I laugh.
"Keep it down I'm trying to sleep over here." Ashley grunts.
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Eyes of the Seer - PrologueI spent the final days of my life alone, even though I did not know I was dying. Around me, the world seemed to be shifting. A cloud of darkness shrouded what had once been an ordinary existence and ripped from me everything I had known. For long hours, I would stand at work and stare at the people who passed me by as though attempting to figure out what changed and when. Little did I know what waited for me around the corner.
Granted, the final days leading up to the earliest hours of January 20, 1983 are somewhat of a blur to me. It might have been the enchantment I was under, or the haze of realizing I lived on borrowed time without knowing how I could be certain of such a thing. I could not tell you what those final nights were like, or if anybody could sense the fact that I was fading in the background, about to cross paths with destiny. About to slip from one skin to another. I only know that night, it all reached a crescendo and set me on the path I find myself today.
I have liv Missing Puzzle Pieces: IntroThe banging on his door and persistent buzzing were sounds he was trained to respond to, even from amidst the deepest of dreams. He was halfway out of bed before he even realized he was awake. Jamming the door release, the door slid open, tumbling the rouser forward into his arms. Still half awake, his brain didn't know what to make of the opposing signals it was receiving--the alarm was familiar, but it was Karina who had fallen into the room.
"Sam, please, let me in," she urged, pressing him backwards into his quarters and hurriedly slapping at the door release button, the frightened body language not abating until the door was shut, and even then, only slightly.
By this point he was aware that there was no alarm sounding, he was not being roused from sleep for a sudden duty, but by his close friend. "Kari! Kari... what's going on?" He had to grab her shoulders to make her look at him instead of furtively around the room; there was fear written in her face he'd never seen before.
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Peaceville -1Who knew a single night could hold so much beauty?
…but so much terror at the same time?
     The engine is loud in the still night, but the roar only adds to the excitement. Going on this adventure will be a finishing touch, the icing on my independence cake. Finally, I am away. Away from school, I am away from being controlled, and as much as it pains me and pleasures me all at once, I am away from my parents, rotting in their treatment homes.
     I've read history books about cold winters, snow, and global warming. Now, even in December, the night air is a brisk sixty degrees Fahrenheit. There is no fence in my backyard, and I take the ATV straight into the woods. They're thin enough to maneuver through until I find the trail I explored with my neighbor, Ash, earlier today. I drive and drive fast, throwing dirt around corners and shouting in excitement.
     It feels so good to be away from the World. I

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