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Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
Last of my Kind [Prologue]
How could someone sum up [Male!Names] relation with all the nations? In simple terms one could say he had good relations with all of them. Being one of the oldest beings in existence since the Nations had come to life he had been there for all of them. He had comforted them when any of them were hurt, he had been there when wars had begun, when wars had ended. He had been there to comfort Nations when they had forcefully been split.
He was more than just a kind person. He was a great being. He never even thought of himself, he always put them before him. For example when he himself had been badly injured, he had still comforted the Germany Brothers when they had been apart. He had always been there, and nobody even knew much about him. It was obvious that he must have been a nation himself, but they wondered which nation. There surely were a few Nations they had overlooked over the centuries, but which one was this certain [h/c] man?
It was a question nobody dared to ask him. Of course
Fate's Desire Chapter 1 (GT) Running...how long had she been running?
Arie felt like she was in a perpetual frenzy. A cold sweat had formed on her neck and forehead. Her breathing was getting heavy. She continuously glanced in all directions as she ran, practically gliding through the thick forest. Moon light crept through the inconsistent tree branches and leaves above her. Her body was illuminated temporarily when meeting these small rays of light; other than that, however, she was in total darkness. Even though her heart raced and her mind was overwhelmed with thoughts, her light green eyes maintained a determined look.
She would survive, no matter what.
But she also knew that her body couldn't do this forever. She was in pretty good shape, but Arie knew she had been in a constant sprint for at least 10 minutes. She slowed her pace and looked in the direction she came. Not noticing anything peculiar, she continued forward. After about
Sky's past is back to get him. Chap 1.His life was easier as a child you might say. But if you knew his child-hood. You would feel for him. That's why that's where I'm going to start. I'm Phinalyna Deadcraft and I blame my self for what's now happening.......
"Father, I don't want to kill people." My father, Herobrine, turned around eying me. I was shaking. I never told him I didn't want to do what he wanted me to do. "Are you disrespecting me boy? Your just like your mother!" I golped. I made him mad, again. He turned around and held me in the air by my neak. "P...please father.... It's... not right." "Your a brine. You will start acting like one!" He smiled at me his white eyes dug a hole through mine. "You know what. I remembered it's birthday. Happy 13th birthday Skybrine." He let me go, and I fell to the floor coughing. He remembered. Why? "As a punishment for doing that and for your coming of age as a Brine. I'm making you the Squid Brine of the family. If you can't act like a brine is supposed to then y
Fate's Desire Chapter 2 (GT)Jean had been strolling through the forest surrounding glen nearby his cabin. It was a crisp, sunny autumn day, and he felt the need to take it all in. Walking around, he looked up and saw birds tending to their nests in the trees. Moving his gaze down, however, he spotted something…peculiar lying on one of the tree branches. He walked towards the tree to get a better look. On one of the lower branches, he saw what looked like…a human?! Getting closer, his face was level with the branch. It was a girl, who appeared to be asleep on the branch. Jean was fixated on her. This was the first time he had ever seen a human. Why was she here, of all places?
To his shock, she opened her eyes, which accompanied by her face, slowly turned to face him. They immediately widened. He was unsure of what to do. He realized that he was probably too close for her comfort, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Fate's Desire Chapter 3 (GT)The kettle whistled on the stove top, signaling to Jean that the tea was ready. He had been shifting through the kitchen cupboards, trying to find anything remotely adequate to serve tea in for his human guest. He eventually found a random thimble in one of the cupboards and decided that was his best option. He picked it up, cleaned it with a washcloth and brought it next to the stove; placing it upside down on the counter, he carefully filled the small container with hot tea, and then poured into a cup for himself. Putting the kettle back on the stove, Jean slowly brought the thimble to the desk and sat in front of his silent guest. The girl didn't acknowledge his presence; she was still sitting on her knees. While the tears were gone, her face was now emotionless, her eyes empty. Not wanting to stare, he turned around to get his cup.
He was still uncertain as to what would transpire next; after starring into each others eyes and either one no
Facing Your Fears :: 5
Rehabilitation Process: Day 1...
The following few days after Flora's proclamation consisted mostly of Flora formulating plans to aid her sister in overcoming her fear. From something as simple as having Persephone stare at Terrence for an extended period of time to actually moving towards him, she had thought of all sorts of ideas. However, she hadn't gotten the opportunity to enact any of these schemes; school and getting past their parents were not the only obstacles, but Persephone's constant hesitance and avoidance of the situation had become a huge setback.
In the girl's arachnophobic, fear-stricken mind, she likened anything related to the Dridder as something to be afraid of. Thus, the Forbidden Forest—in which the Dridder resided in—was an equally terrifying place.
Coaxing Persephone out of the house, in general, was difficult, as she always feared whenever Flora and she went out, they would be headed towards the forest. Flora would have been
Logan's Adventures on The Polar Express Chapter 1
*Snow. Falling down through a black winter's night with so much grace that it gives just a hint of magic. On this particular winter's eve, in a quiet little suburb town, amidst the snow covered streets and the several bits of pine along each house, there was one particular home where a young boy lays asleep in his bed. All was quiet inside his home, as the boy slept so peacefully under the sheets decorated in the form of America's symbol. A seemingly normal young boy, on this one peculiar night that changes everything*
Narrator: On Christmas eve, many years ago, I lay quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets; I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound I was afraid I'd never hear. The ringing bells of Santa's sleigh…
*Sleigh bells. The jingle, jangle of such melodious bells drew the boy wide awake. Peering to the side, he slowly rose from the bed and approached the frost-covered window. The boy hissed when he got too close to the heater, so he sto
Logan's Adventures on The Polar Express Chapter 2
*As they go inside the passenger train, they could hear the sound of children singing and laughing and curiously take a look. As everyone else was seated, they could see that children were running around, singing a song relating to the Polar Express, while one child playfully tries to tug someone's glasses off, much to the kid's annoyance. They slowly make their way down the aisle, the boy turning slightly to one particular girl, who sat next to another girl reading a Christmas book, her eyes never turning away from the newcomers. The boy just simply takes his seat, while Logan goes to meet up with the others, who beckoned Logan with a seat they saved*
Logan: Thanks, guys.
Isaac: Man, just look at all these kids. It’s like a kindergarten on wheels.
Bonnie: I think they're adorable. They seem just as excited to see Santa Claus like the rest of us.
Isaac: Kinda awkward with us being the only adult passengers on board.
Loki: *growls, translates* Yeah, all that's missing is
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