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Wisdom on the MountainHala struggled up the mountain step by painful step, hunching her shoulders against the cold, but she would not give up. The Cursed Wisewoman’s advice was her last hope; if she could not find her, she might as well die here.
Sharp edges cut her fingers when she had to climb a steep outcrop.. Icy wind spooled her breath from her lungs - but the sight when she crested the obstacle took it away entirely. An old oak tree, more trunk than branches, huddled in the lee of a boulder. An old, lined face formed of craggy bark was too clearly visible to be a trick of the light.
When Hala approached the Wisewoman of legend, a creak announced the opening of her eyes. Yellow-brown and baleful they regarded the human woman.
Hala swallowed and took a few deep breaths, gathering thin air in her lungs. “Honoured Wisdom, I request your help.”
“Yeeeers, of course you do. And what do you have for me?”
“I…” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And the
Second ChildhoodMarco picked up his son and took him away from the wail-filled bedroom, so his wife could take care of her father. Over the last months the old man had deteriorated; by now he was so confused he could hardly speak, and threw tantrums like a toddler.
His little grandson at the same time had grown quiet, watching with wide eyes.
The boy knew his parents thought his grandfather’s behaviour disturbed him. That was all right.
He also knew quite soon they would be thrilled with how smart he would turn out.
The same had happened a lifetime ago.
EngrossedThe party boiled around Quentin, filling his ears with white noise. He had dived deep into a book and only surfaced to chat, and smile at someone else rather than himself, when someone addressed him directly. That person usually was Fay, but as the evening went on even she left him alone in favour of talking to friends she met rarely.
So late in the evening it was turning into early morning, her approaching laughter, much louder than usual, had him look up. Fay hung on the arm of a taller woman, face flushed and movements just a little erratic.
"Here, Quen, this is Eve. I told you about her, right?"
Nothing good, actually, but since Fay seemed to be having fun, he smiled, shook hands, and did smalltalk that quickly grew into goodbyes.
Fay snuggled into the passenger seat, seeming to nod off, but when they turned onto their street she said, "Sometimes I wish you'd enjoy these things mo
Falling Behind The Changing TimesThis story was written based on someone's prompt. I'm currently still looking for prompts to the theme "Law & Order". more info at my website
Don't you hate it when you sit in your favourite bar and just want a drink and some quiet and someone asks "what's up?" Fred was just the type to do that to me, and yesterday she followed it up with "Are you still chewing on that self-defence overkill thing from last week?"
"Nah, that's up to the courts now." I would rather not have thought about that one again. Imagine you come to a scene with one person with several broken bones, and another calmly waiting for the police, that is, me. There's way worse, sure, but it's damn creepy when the person waiting is full of bullet holes. Did they have to fold up a human to suitcase-size, if they don't mind being shot?
"So what's new?"
"I'll quit." Hadn't meant to blurt it out like that.
"I just can't t
Half A Life TakenThe Republic had decided the "werewolf" question. Reading the detailed account in the paper did not make me feel any less disgusted than the short version on the radio had.
How many of the people actually affected had the lawmakers listened to before signing their names to that bill? Three? Well, they had talked to three, but they obviously had not listened. Must have been hard to hear about the media clamour, granted. That rampage in Mearen apparently had been too good for sales to pass up.
Following a morbid impulse I looked up some websites of sensationalist papers. Yep, right there was the rant about the pressure from the League of Nations that had led to that ridiculous "compromise" of classifying werewolves and similar shapechangers as animals for two weeks a month. Only.
At least nobody in my town knew I was one of Them. That tiny taste of it-could-have-been-worse turned sour when I came across the "perfidy of monsters hiding among us, ready to strike". The rag had been crass en
That Which Hides In Light And SongThe candle lantern was a heirloom that woke bittersweet memories. It had belonged to Kat's grandmother, whom she loved. The loss still hurt, after all those years, but this little memento helped her remember the good times.
Kat would light a beeswax candle, its light still warmer through the yellow glass, its honey-fragrance mixing with the smell of hot metal and taking her back to evenings spent listening to her grandmother's stories.
She would sometimes nod off. It was those occasions upon which the spirit of the lamp entered her open mind, mining for memories of lullabies and embraces.
The spirit brought them forth into Kat's dreaming mind, rebuilding a shadow of the utter safety she had felt as a child.
It kept her seeking the lantern out for company, more when she was in need of support, vulnerable. Singing old songs no-one else would hear, the spirit took wisps of Kat's life for itself, feeding its own essence. Knowing there was a risk the lamp would disappear in an attic or wors
Lawyer Lunch"You don't look happy."
"And you know why. This is big. And messy. But mostly big."
"Your first serial killer, eh?"
"That is the question, isn't it?"
"She killed people and ate them. No wonder you're losing your appetite."
"Tch. Be serious, will you? Laws on murder predate the emergence of supernaturals. My client targeted vampires exclusively. They were already dead. That meets the definition of corpse mutilation."
"Oh. Yes. Very messy You might end up with being a vampire being a case of interfering with one's own funeral..."
"The hell with it. It must be cleared up some time."
Signs of Confidence"Morning, Kim."
Out of breath from the climb up the stairs from the parking lot to the university entrance, Kim waved a greeting, smiling at the one friend who cared about her.
He held open the door and asked, "You look tired?"
Tucking her hair behind her ears gave her a bit more time to catch her breath. "Those antidepressants are messing up my sleep rhythm. Seems to be the only thing they do."
"You sure about that?"
"This week I haven't seen you run back to your car to check if it's locked or if you forgot something. Guess it might be a sign that you're too tired to care, but looked to me like you being not so anxious any more."
That gave Kim pause. "Maybe. I'll pay attention." As she saw him smile, she thought she might more often be looking at people rather than the floor, too. There were worse thoughts to start the day on.
Mirrors and DoorsThe witch queen was satisfied with her newest work. She smiled at the master artisan as she handed him the heavy purse he had earned for delivering a working basis. Creating a truly perfect duplicate of a door in the Empress's palace was impossible - if for no other reason, then for the wood grain - but the fifth attempt had been close enough to link them.
Nodding and smiling as the artisan bowed, the witch queen considered rumours about herself. A mirror that could take her wherever she wanted if she stepped through it... would that things were so easy.
A Slice of Blapple PieIt was a beautiful day; the magenta sky was free of clouds, Paka, my volpiline, was pouncing on tiger mice and letting out trills of joy, and I was standing on a branch in my blapple tree, a rope tied tightly around my waist (so I wouldn't plummet to my doom), picking blapples and placing them in my basket I had over my arm.
As I was humming "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam, I heard Paka give an angry growl, and looking over, I saw him fly with his little wings up into the tree and through an open window of my house. Perplexed, I looked below me, and standing at the base of the tree was a black blob. (I'm practically blind without my glasses.) However, I knew who it was once I heard her speak.
"Rei!!" shouted Annatier, her voice echoing in an unnatural way. "Rei! HEEEEEY!!! REEEEEEEI!!!"
"What?" I shouted back, feeling a bit miffed.
"Can I come over?" Anna yelled up.
"No!" I said. "I'm busy!"
"But I wanna come over!"
"GO AWAY ANNA!" Without waiting for a response, I carefully walked across the
Snakes (Part 3)With Shiro in his arms and his Kyoketsu shoge knife in his hands, Akimitsu started to walk of into the forest. Misaki quickly followed him. She looked up towards the sky and saw that the beautiful stars that looked like fireflies where slowly fading away. Misaki knew that dawn would not be far away. The blood on Shiro's neck and the blood on Akimitsu's Kyoketsu shoge knife, where almost dry. Akimitsu made sure that Misaki was following him. He know that as long has he was carrying Shiro, Misaki would follow. Misaki was a few steps behind Akimitsu.
"Where are you taking him?" Misaki asked. She had stopped crying.
"Some where he can get help," Akimitsu replied.
"But how long will it take to get to this place?" Misaki asked grabbing Akimitsu arm.
Misaki let go of his arm. Akimitsu stopped and turned around. Misaki almost bumped into him. He smiled and his sapphire blue eyes glinted. The ends of his purple head band where blowing in a gentle breeze.
"It won't take long. Just a few mor
Four Dimensions, One World fanfic Introduction Four Dimensions,
On a hot, sunny, Summer day, two sisters, Crystal and Sapphire Gale Bridgemond, were playing a Badminton tournament with their cousins, Marlina and Rina Evans. While the tournament was happening, Matthew Williams, and their nieces, Alyssia, Alexa, Cassidy, and Hyacinth, were watching. But a few minutes later....
"I got it! I got it!"
Yelled Crystal as she headed for the final throw, but she trips, and the game was forced to stop.
"Crystal! Your leg! it's bleeding badly!"
Crystal upsetly looked down at her bleeding leg, and she looked to where she tripped, and saw a Technoblade sticking out.
"W-what?!?! B-But those are from the...!"
As the nights get longer my hunger grows
I hunger for not just your blood but your touch
A touch from you will make my hell on earth feel like heaven
Sad thing is I don’t know who you are
But I still hunger for you
I close my eyes at sunrise and you are there with me
Your face I cannot see but I feel you next to me and I am at peace
I wake at the setting of the sun and my hunger is stronger each night
I search for you night after night but you are not there
This hunger has gone on for an eternity
Will it ever stop? I think not
I am looking forward to the days getting long once again
At least in my sleep I find peace
I hunger for you, come find me
Whispers in the dark 1 | Episodio 32Mattius volvió a la guarida lleno de hematomas,como Super,James lo seguía por detrás,con el paso más lento.Llegaron a la montaña y entraron,Mattius rápidamente llevó a su hijo a su cuarto,para que no lo viese nadie,ya que seguía escondiéndolo.Salió de su cuarto y se encontró con Xeron.
- Mattius,¿dónde estuviste? el jefe está muy enfadado contigo,dice que faltas mucho y ya no trabajas,y quiere que vayas a verle - dijo Xeron
- Está bien ... -
- Suerte - añadió Xeron - La necesitarás
Mattius fue a ver a Demos a su despacho,donde estaba siempre. Entró y encontró a su jefe de espaldas y con los brazos cruzados,rodeado de darks,que se dieron cuenta de que Mattius entró,pero no dijeron nada.Demos se dio la vuelta de golpe,estaba muy serio y enfadado.
- ¿Te crees que soy gilipollas? - le dijo Demos,calmado
- N-no,señor -
Speed and Agility SpellsSpeed Bolt
Energetic Race (or) Energy Rave
Waves of Turbo
Special Speed & Agility Power: The Supernatural
Sophix: Organized Harmony
Believix: Super Strength
Lovix: Traveling Snow
Sirenix: Energy of Sirenix
doki doki love cap 2------------¡Doki doki love!--------------
Capitulo 2 los rumores de nanami y el encuentro con el joven pervertido parte 1
---------------En el techo de la escuela--------
Diana: vamos mitsuki llegaremos tarde mitsuki: si solo dejare algo –deja en la parte alta del techo una botella de burbujas- listo vámonos diana: que dejaste mitsuki –en la pue
Anthro Umbreon TF It all started out with 13 year old Iain. He was lost in the woods near his unpleasant home. He hated life there because he was always treated very unfairly because it was his foster home and as you know quite a few foster parents don't treat their foster children with very much respect and don't give them the love and care they need. Anyway back on topic Iain was walking through when he tripped and fell on a rock knocking him unconscious. When he woke up he was in a well-lit cave.
"Where am I and how did I get here?" Iain asked to nobody in particular.
"I brought you here after I found you unconscious in the woods." replied an unknown voice.
"Who's there?" Iain said getting scared.
"I'm not going to hurt you." said an anthro umbreon.
"Who and what are you?" asked Iain.
"My name is crystal and I'm an Umbreon." Crystal replied.
"Why'd you save me?" said Iain.
Zodiac - The TwinsI have always felt as though part of me is missing.
When I was four, I asked my mum where “the other me” was. She was baffled. Before she could attempt to answer, though, my mind had changed track and I had skipped off to play with my dolls.
That’s a concrete moment in time, one I can point back at and say, “Here, here is where I first knew I was not whole.” But it’s not true. That was not the first time. I have known I am incomplete since I was born.
When I was eighteen years old, I decided to travel around Europe alone. Foolish, some might say. But I had no friends. I had never been able to fill the hole in my heart with them, so I abandoned the pursuit of them altogether. I wanted to travel to see if I had any more luck with that.
My train was late. It doesn’t matter where I was. All the scenery had merged together, one big blur of castles and mountains and cities and railways. I stomped my feet to keep warm in my entirely-unsuitable-f
Unplanned StoppoverCaor decided that as sorry sights went, a wet phoenix ranked pretty high. The specimen on his windowsill was soaked so badly its feathers had turned black, and puffed up to wait out the rain. The metal capsule on one long leg identified it as a messenger bird, and the fact that it had been employed during the rainy season identified its owner as someone with more pride than sense.
After spilling a handful of grains next to his uninvited guest, Caor went to the serious business of speculating who might have sent this bird to whom, and what it might be carrying. Deciding that it might be profitable to know, he caught the bird - who twisted its neck to continue eating, must have been underway a while - and removed the capsule. Deciding that trapping the bird in a basket was a bad idea, since, once dry, it might set the reed on fire to escape, he turned his full attention to the scroll. It was blank on both sides. Puzzling.
It could be an error. Or a very, very bad sign.
Caor put it back e
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