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Kelia's Library | July 2022
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ㅤ 7/2 ⌲ Magic 8-ball
ㅤ 7/2 ⌲ Dreams
ㅤ 7/3 ⌲ An awkward moment
ㅤ 7/5 ⌲ Ignorance is Bliss
ㅤ 7/7 ⌲ My Shadow's Schedule
ㅤ 7/7 ⌲ Weekly - Character
ㅤ 7/15 ⌲ Weekly - Newspaper
ㅤ 7/15 ⌲ Exchange
ㅤ 7/22 ⌲ The Dawn of the Dark
ㅤ 7/25 ⌲ Weekly - Among Us
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CatOrchid
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“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
- CatOrchid
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42 posts
Kelia's Library | July 2022
Main Cabin Daily- July 2
An anxious mother stalked back and forth, her tail lashing. The silver teardrops next to her eyes glittered. Behind her was a nest with three eggs. It was a starless and cloudy night. This was not good, she worried. Would her dragonets have powers if they were born on a moonless night? She sat down, watching her eggs carefully. They were still as black as obsidian.
She sighed, her wings drooping. If the worst come to worst, it wouldn't be too bad for her dragonets to be powerless. But of all nights, it had to be the brightest night. Well, if it weren't for the clouds, it would be the brightest night. She lifted her jet black head to look at the three moons, their light muffled by the white fog.
Perhaps this wasn't the night for her dragonets to hatch? No, she was certain. Her visions had shown her three tiny babies, climbing out of their eggs. Her heart beat faster in excitement. She didn't care if they had no powers. They were still her little dragonets.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Don't be anxious. Mother always told me that dragonets can tell if their mothers are anxious. Musn't let them feel it
She heard a rustling nosie, the unmistakable sound of an dragon hatching. Her eyes snapped open and she leaned forward to watch the the eggs start to move. A sudden gust of wind blew in, sweeping the clouds away. The three moons shined down upon her eggs. They turned a brilliant, beautiful silver. She let out a sigh of relief.
The now silver eggs were cracking open. A little black head poking out of the egg, silver teadrops shinning. The mother crouched closer and watched as the first dragonet climbed unsteadily out of its egg.
“Hello… What should I name you?” she mused.
The dragonet blinked sleepily and crawled into her talons. She smiled happily.
“That's one. Let's watch the others hatch.”
The other two eggs started cracking at the same time. She held her breath as one of the eggs shattered. The second dragonet went straight to its mother. She looked closely at her two dragonets. So tiny and precious…Awwww, look at their little wings…..
The light started to dim. The last egg had yet to hatch. Everything was still. When she finally thought that perhaps the last egg needed some more time, the dragonet inside burst out into the moonlight.
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Question: Is my character a mother?
Answer: It is certain
An anxious mother stalked back and forth, her tail lashing. The silver teardrops next to her eyes glittered. Behind her was a nest with three eggs. It was a starless and cloudy night. This was not good, she worried. Would her dragonets have powers if they were born on a moonless night? She sat down, watching her eggs carefully. They were still as black as obsidian.
She sighed, her wings drooping. If the worst come to worst, it wouldn't be too bad for her dragonets to be powerless. But of all nights, it had to be the brightest night. Well, if it weren't for the clouds, it would be the brightest night. She lifted her jet black head to look at the three moons, their light muffled by the white fog.
Perhaps this wasn't the night for her dragonets to hatch? No, she was certain. Her visions had shown her three tiny babies, climbing out of their eggs. Her heart beat faster in excitement. She didn't care if they had no powers. They were still her little dragonets.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Don't be anxious. Mother always told me that dragonets can tell if their mothers are anxious. Musn't let them feel it
She heard a rustling nosie, the unmistakable sound of an dragon hatching. Her eyes snapped open and she leaned forward to watch the the eggs start to move. A sudden gust of wind blew in, sweeping the clouds away. The three moons shined down upon her eggs. They turned a brilliant, beautiful silver. She let out a sigh of relief.
The now silver eggs were cracking open. A little black head poking out of the egg, silver teadrops shinning. The mother crouched closer and watched as the first dragonet climbed unsteadily out of its egg.
“Hello… What should I name you?” she mused.
The dragonet blinked sleepily and crawled into her talons. She smiled happily.
“That's one. Let's watch the others hatch.”
The other two eggs started cracking at the same time. She held her breath as one of the eggs shattered. The second dragonet went straight to its mother. She looked closely at her two dragonets. So tiny and precious…Awwww, look at their little wings…..
The light started to dim. The last egg had yet to hatch. Everything was still. When she finally thought that perhaps the last egg needed some more time, the dragonet inside burst out into the moonlight.
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Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:19:49)
CatOrchid
➵ Christian | Programmer | Tennis
➵ Artist | Violin | Piano | Writer
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
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Scratcher
42 posts
Kelia's Library | July 2022
Thriller Rift Daily check-in- July 2
I remember most of my dreams actually. The most memorable one was when my family and I moved into a new house!
It was so beautiful and had wooden flooring and glass walls. There was two big bookshelves at the corner of the living room and everything was sunny. The bookshelves were filled with my favorite kinds of books and they all looked so interesting. My friends were there too and we were all hanging out near the books and reading. Then I spotted this roleplaying thing. I don't actually know what it was but it looked super interesting.
I sat down and pulled all the role playing stuff out and I took at look at it. Then, suddenly, I was standing in this park with a huge rock and a whole bunch of kids were trying to climb it so I was like, “Outta mah way, I’ll show you how it’s done.” I climbed the rock like a pro and found a bag of cheese-its. Then I climbed down and walked off eating the cheese-its.
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I remember most of my dreams actually. The most memorable one was when my family and I moved into a new house!
It was so beautiful and had wooden flooring and glass walls. There was two big bookshelves at the corner of the living room and everything was sunny. The bookshelves were filled with my favorite kinds of books and they all looked so interesting. My friends were there too and we were all hanging out near the books and reading. Then I spotted this roleplaying thing. I don't actually know what it was but it looked super interesting.
I sat down and pulled all the role playing stuff out and I took at look at it. Then, suddenly, I was standing in this park with a huge rock and a whole bunch of kids were trying to climb it so I was like, “Outta mah way, I’ll show you how it’s done.” I climbed the rock like a pro and found a bag of cheese-its. Then I climbed down and walked off eating the cheese-its.
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Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:21:43)
CatOrchid
➵ Christian | Programmer | Tennis
➵ Artist | Violin | Piano | Writer
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
- CatOrchid
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Scratcher
42 posts
Kelia's Library | July 2022
Main Cabin Daily- July 3, 2022
It was around 6 or 7 in the evening but the sun was still in the sky, slowly setting. My family and I were leaving the bookstore with a bag full of new books. Actually, I picked out the ninth book in the KOLTC series which was cool. My sister got Whale of the Wild, my brother got Pax and my other sister got something that I don’t remember.
She was happily talking with her friend, who came along for the bookstore trip. The rest of my siblings were silent and tired. We just spent about four hours in the bookstore and we wanted to go home. I do not understand how we spent four hours in there without realizing it but just note that we were all tired and grumpy. My brother led the way through the section between the doors of the bookstore and the exit/entrance. I sped up and kicked open the heavy wooden door because I felt like it.
The rest of my family was still behind me, slowly walking towards the door. My dad had often told me to help others so I held open the door for them. They walked through the door and by the time they had all exited the bookstore, another group of people had walked up. At this point, I couldn’t really just walk away because they were way too close to the door.
I figured it would be rude to just let the door close and since my family was moving super slowly, it wouldn’t matter if I stayed there for another 30 minutes or so. The lady in front of the group stopped walking when she saw me, started walking again and then hesitated. She was probably wondering if I was going to walk away or something. When she saw that I was still standing there and waiting, she walked forwards super fast and her group followed. I stared at them as they walked past, which was probably not the best thing to do since they appeared to be a little nervous. After they left and I turned away and let the door close.
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It was around 6 or 7 in the evening but the sun was still in the sky, slowly setting. My family and I were leaving the bookstore with a bag full of new books. Actually, I picked out the ninth book in the KOLTC series which was cool. My sister got Whale of the Wild, my brother got Pax and my other sister got something that I don’t remember.
She was happily talking with her friend, who came along for the bookstore trip. The rest of my siblings were silent and tired. We just spent about four hours in the bookstore and we wanted to go home. I do not understand how we spent four hours in there without realizing it but just note that we were all tired and grumpy. My brother led the way through the section between the doors of the bookstore and the exit/entrance. I sped up and kicked open the heavy wooden door because I felt like it.
The rest of my family was still behind me, slowly walking towards the door. My dad had often told me to help others so I held open the door for them. They walked through the door and by the time they had all exited the bookstore, another group of people had walked up. At this point, I couldn’t really just walk away because they were way too close to the door.
I figured it would be rude to just let the door close and since my family was moving super slowly, it wouldn’t matter if I stayed there for another 30 minutes or so. The lady in front of the group stopped walking when she saw me, started walking again and then hesitated. She was probably wondering if I was going to walk away or something. When she saw that I was still standing there and waiting, she walked forwards super fast and her group followed. I stared at them as they walked past, which was probably not the best thing to do since they appeared to be a little nervous. After they left and I turned away and let the door close.
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Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:21:26)
CatOrchid
➵ Christian | Programmer | Tennis
➵ Artist | Violin | Piano | Writer
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
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Scratcher
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Kelia's Library | July 2022
Main Cabin Daily- July 5, 2022
Ignorance is Bliss
I lived in a very full house with five siblings. My parents always looked strained, though I never did notice. My siblings and I played all day, having fun and being carefree. When we look back, I realize that my parents never joined in and hardly ever smiled. But we didn’t notice. Too busy having fun. One day, I walked into the living room. It was a beautifully sunny day, with no clouds in the sky. We were planning on riding our bikes and eating popsicles outside. I was really excited for it. My mother was standing next to the door, reading a official looking piece of paper. She looked stressed and tired. But when she glanced up at me, she smiled a little and put the paper away.
I came closer and asked, “What’s that?”
My mother just rubbed her temples and shook her head. “It’s nothing. Go have fun, okay?”
I didn’t want to worry her so I just left. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe if I pushed harder, she would have told me earlier and I could have earned some money to help. But I didn’t. I went to play with my siblings. Later that night, I heard muffled whispers. Upon listening closer, the whispers were revealed to be my parents. They were anxiously muttering to each other about something. Too sleepy to listen, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I went outside and saw an eviction notice. None of my siblings knew what it meant but clearly my mother and father did. Later that day, I saw boxes piled up. It looked like my parents were putting things into the boxes. My siblings brushed it off. They said that it was nothing and that we should go play.
That evening, my parents were loading boxes onto our car. We had finally begun to understand that something was off. No one spoke a word. I was woken up very early in the morning by my father. He whispered that we needed to leave the house. Everything had been packed during the night but I hadn’t noticed. My siblings and I piled into the car and we drove off.
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Ignorance is Bliss
I lived in a very full house with five siblings. My parents always looked strained, though I never did notice. My siblings and I played all day, having fun and being carefree. When we look back, I realize that my parents never joined in and hardly ever smiled. But we didn’t notice. Too busy having fun. One day, I walked into the living room. It was a beautifully sunny day, with no clouds in the sky. We were planning on riding our bikes and eating popsicles outside. I was really excited for it. My mother was standing next to the door, reading a official looking piece of paper. She looked stressed and tired. But when she glanced up at me, she smiled a little and put the paper away.
I came closer and asked, “What’s that?”
My mother just rubbed her temples and shook her head. “It’s nothing. Go have fun, okay?”
I didn’t want to worry her so I just left. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe if I pushed harder, she would have told me earlier and I could have earned some money to help. But I didn’t. I went to play with my siblings. Later that night, I heard muffled whispers. Upon listening closer, the whispers were revealed to be my parents. They were anxiously muttering to each other about something. Too sleepy to listen, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I went outside and saw an eviction notice. None of my siblings knew what it meant but clearly my mother and father did. Later that day, I saw boxes piled up. It looked like my parents were putting things into the boxes. My siblings brushed it off. They said that it was nothing and that we should go play.
That evening, my parents were loading boxes onto our car. We had finally begun to understand that something was off. No one spoke a word. I was woken up very early in the morning by my father. He whispered that we needed to leave the house. Everything had been packed during the night but I hadn’t noticed. My siblings and I piled into the car and we drove off.
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Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:22:20)
CatOrchid
➵ Christian | Programmer | Tennis
➵ Artist | Violin | Piano | Writer
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
- CatOrchid
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Scratcher
42 posts
Kelia's Library | July 2022
Rift Challenge 3- July 7, 2022
My shadow’s schedule
9:00am: Just waking up
9:15am: Reading a book or drawing
9:20am: Eating a very unhealthy breakfast of donuts because why not
9:40am: Going for a leisurely walk around the neighborhood and chatting with fellow shadows
10:00am: Casually sipping tea, eating little cakes and macaroons and saying “wot wot old chap isn’t tea lovely” in a British accent while the world burns
10:30am: Reading the newspaper while wearing a monocle
11:00am: Criticizing me on how messy my room is
11:10am: Wandering around in my backyard that is literally just weeds
11:30am: Drawing stuff
12:00pm: Eating a very unhealthy lunch of cup o noodles because yes
12:20pm: Reading books and criticizing them on their terrible plot
1:00pm: Running outside with burning intensity while leaving behind a trail of flames and setting off all the fire alarms
2:00pm: Casually sipping tea as firefighters desperately try to put out the flames
3:00pm: Chatting with other shadows as everything burns
4:00pm: Drawing more stuff
5:00pm: Watching me as I waste my time on my ipad playing games
6:00pm: Eating a very unhealthy dinner of rubbery colossal squid with a lemon in its gaping maw
6:40pm: Watching shows and movies with popcorn and criticizing them on their unrealistic plot
8:00pm: Still watching TV
9:00pm: Hasn’t run out of popcorn yet
10:00pm: Finally goes to bed
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My shadow’s schedule
9:00am: Just waking up
9:15am: Reading a book or drawing
9:20am: Eating a very unhealthy breakfast of donuts because why not
9:40am: Going for a leisurely walk around the neighborhood and chatting with fellow shadows
10:00am: Casually sipping tea, eating little cakes and macaroons and saying “wot wot old chap isn’t tea lovely” in a British accent while the world burns
10:30am: Reading the newspaper while wearing a monocle
11:00am: Criticizing me on how messy my room is
11:10am: Wandering around in my backyard that is literally just weeds
11:30am: Drawing stuff
12:00pm: Eating a very unhealthy lunch of cup o noodles because yes
12:20pm: Reading books and criticizing them on their terrible plot
1:00pm: Running outside with burning intensity while leaving behind a trail of flames and setting off all the fire alarms
2:00pm: Casually sipping tea as firefighters desperately try to put out the flames
3:00pm: Chatting with other shadows as everything burns
4:00pm: Drawing more stuff
5:00pm: Watching me as I waste my time on my ipad playing games
6:00pm: Eating a very unhealthy dinner of rubbery colossal squid with a lemon in its gaping maw
6:40pm: Watching shows and movies with popcorn and criticizing them on their unrealistic plot
8:00pm: Still watching TV
9:00pm: Hasn’t run out of popcorn yet
10:00pm: Finally goes to bed
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Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:23:15)
CatOrchid
➵ Christian | Programmer | Tennis
➵ Artist | Violin | Piano | Writer
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
- CatOrchid
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Scratcher
42 posts
Kelia's Library | July 2022
Weekly: 7/3- 7/7, 2022
2677 words | 8 pages
Part 1: Character Reference for Maruca Chebota
Personality: Intelligent, resolute, determined
Strengths: Brave, persistent, goal-driven, independent
Weaknesses: a little immature and vengeful, rude
Tendencies: Tends to do whatever she can/wants to get what she wants, tends to take revenge on those who wrong her, tends to be oblivious of people’s feelings
(Scenario: Your character has a family to take care of, but they have just been evicted from their home)
Maruca had a lot of problems, taking care of her family, but this one was the worst. She stared at the eviction notice that was stuck on the door of her family’s home. How can this be happening? I got three jobs and- She took a deep breath to calm herself. This was not the time to freak out. Maruca knew that she was going to fix this. She had to.
She stormed down to the office and slammed open the door, absolutely determined to give that guy a piece of her mind. Unfortunently, he had wisely fled in terror. Maruca sat down on a chair to wait. She was not going to move until she could figure out the situation. There was still two weeks to blackmail the man into giving her money for the house. She took out a sheet of paper and started writing.
“Okay, if I earn 40 dollars every day for two weeks… That would be 560 dollars. But I would still need 1,200 dollars to get an apartment.”
The man came into the office, humming happily but he stopped short when he saw Maruca. She crossed her arms and glared at him. His expression imediently melted into nervousness. Maruca got up and stalked forwards.
She shoved the notice at him and said, “Explain yourself!”
The man swallowed, terrified and started stammering. “W-w-well, you h-haven’t paid your rent….”
Maruca seemed to tower over the shrinking man as she said, “What are you talking about?! I’ve been paying your ridicously overpriced rent every month since we moved in! Why are you evicting us?”
He shuffled backwards. “I have another man who can pay more.. It’s just not profitable to let you st-”
She glared coldly at him. “Take back the notice and let us stay in our house or I’ll report you to the authorities for illegal business.”
"W-wait! You can’t do that!,” the man stuttered indignantly.
“Yes, I can. However, I don’t want to because this place is the only house I can pay for right now. If I report you to the authorities, I’ll have to move out. But remember, you’re the one who will suffer more. Besides, you’re rich. You’ll be fine without some random guy paying you.”
Maruca had him by the throat. And the man knew it, too. She’d won. She stared him down with crossed arms and the man tried to think of a rebuttal. I wonder if I should ask him for money..?
She smirked and pushed him a little further. “Or… I could drop little hints with your family..”
He gasped and said, “Okay, okay! I’ll give you half of my fortune and I’ll take back the notice. Deal?”
Maruca nodded. “Deal.”
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Part 2:Character descriptions and two perspectives
Lucy and Edmund Pevensie from Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the WardrobeLucy is very sweet and caring girl. She's also braver than she seems. When her siblings didn’t believe her, she felt very hurt and upset. Lucy also doesn't hold grudges and she's overly compassionate, to the point where she feels bad for evil doers and suggests more merciful approaches. Lucy is also adventurous and really likes helping others. She’s very kind and loving which allows her to easily forgive others who wronged her. She enjoys being with animals and believes things easier than her siblings. She tends to love and enjoy beautiful things in life. In addition, Lucy could sometimes make slightly sarcastic comments.
104 wordsEdmund Pevensie was a very sarcastic and mean sort of guy. He made fun of Lucy when she told the others about Narnia and he didn’t back her up when he had gone into Narnia himself. Edmund was also a nasty and unlikeable chap. He was very grumpy when he didn’t get his sleep. He was also a pessimistic person and had a cynical view of life. In addition, he was also vengeful and didn’t like to be called names. However, later in the Narnia series, he showed himself to be brave and honorable. He was also steadfast and a very good judge apparently.
104 wordsScene from Lucy’s perspective
The beavers’ home was so cozy and snug with lots of things sitting around inside. There was a small table with a rough but clean tablecloth in the middle of the den. We all sat down to freshly cooked fish and potatoes and rich, yellow butter and creamy milk and a sticky marmalade roll with tea. It would be more enjoyable if poor Mr. Tumnus wasn’t taken by the evil Witch but hopefully there was something we would do about it. That was what we were all here to talk about.
I was very curious about Narnia and how to help Mr. Tumnus. After all, I felt like it was my fault that he was taken away. Mr. Beaver started to talk about the stone table and who could defeat the witch. They mentioned a name that made me feel like I had just woken up and realized that summer had begun. I got that kind of delightful feeling when they told us of Aslan. I don’t think I’d ever felt exactly that way before. In the dim light of the candle, Peter and Susan’s faces all looked the same as mine, lit up in a sort of happy and surprised way. I couldn’t quite make out Ed’s face but I was sure that it looked happy, too.
Then Mr. Beaver told us about some prophecies or sorts about Aslan and spring. I was especially fascinated by them. It didn’t matter that some had no rhymes. It still sounded amazing to see Narnia in the spring. And I wanted to see Aslan and was wondering what he looked like. We were all getting very excited about it. There was no doubt that we were all on board with going to the stone table. I was listening so carefully to the conversation. It was all so interesting and exciting.
308 wordsScene from Edmund’s perspective
I didn’t care much for these beavers. They didn’t seem all that trustworthy if you asked me. Extremely suspicious. But no one did and certainly, no one cared about my opinion. Least of all was Peter. I glowered in the back of the group, silently promising to get back at Peter. He’d be sorry when he saw me as the prince of Narnia. He’d be sorry about yelling at me and calling me those names. The others, too,would all see then that they were wrong.I liked the thought of him and the others being beneath me.
Lucy seemed sad when she found out about Mr.Tumnus but I wasn’t. In my mind, he deserved getting taken away. The beavers were cooking something. It didn’t look all that apetizing. All I could think about was turkish delight… The one the Queen gave me was delicious and the best I ever had. I wanted more. I wanted to go to that room in Her Majesty’s house that was full of turkish delight. I was imagining how lovely it would be to have all of that candy and ruling over Narnia.
When we all sat down to the table, everyone looked so excited and eager to eat the fish and potatoes and butter and whatever the beavers had made. But it didn’t taste very good. I was still thinking about the flavor of the turkish delight. Then the day got even more un-enjoyable when Mr. Beaver started talking about this person called Aslan. It sent a horrible chill down my spine. A feeling of dread and fear. Clearly, the others didn’t feel the same way. I just knew that this Aslan was a terrible person;certainly an enemy of the Queen. I didn’t understand why everyone else looked so happy at the mention of this name. All this talk about the stone table and Aslan and prophecies all made me so uncomfortable.
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Part 3: Magic AU, Angst fic, Original Character
Kelia was still grieving for her brother. That tragic death that shouldn’t have happened. It should have been her. Why wasn’t she taken instead? Kelia knelt by her brother’s dead body, screaming and crying in agony. How could this have happened? How?! She desperatly tried to find his heartbeat, tried to find some warmth in his cold, dead hands. This couldn’t be real. Only ten minutes ago, he was so alive and happy. So full of love and joy. Why didn’t she die?! Why?! She sobbed brokenly and she collapsed by her brother. She wished so hard to die. She didn’t want to live anymore. Not without him.
Life would be empty, devoid of meaning. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. Her grief turned to anger as she thought about it. Stupid councillers! How could they assume everything was okay? Everything was wrong! Nothing would ever be the same again and they were telling her to move on without her brother?! They would never understand her grief over the only person who ever loved her. The things she was going to do tomorrow. She had planned them with such excitement. They were going to go buy things in Atlantis for the midterm gifts. Not anymore.
She wiped her eyes, trying to swallow down the sadness and anger but the tears spilled out again. She saw the Councillers, comforting her with meaningless and empty words. She laughed bitterly as she reflected on how unfair it was. They got to live in their fancy castles with their fancy jewels and clothing, comfortably. They sat there happily, drinking in their success and fame as she sat with her brother’s dead body, trying to cope with what had just happened.
She took one last glance at her brother and took off, running as fast as she could. She didn’t know where she was running. She just wanted to escape this horrible nightmare. She sped through a dark forest, refusing to stop for fear that everything would catch up to her again. But eventually, she had to stop, panting and exhausted. She closed her eyes and fell into a dark, dreamless sleep.
When she awoke, she felt numb. Like her tears and feelings were dried up. She blinked tiredly. Her anger and sadness had turned into this weird numb feeling. Her heart didn’t hurt anymore but she still felt….. bitter. That was it. Her anger and sadness had melted into bitterness and vengeance. Then, she finally noticed a bright, shining orb in front of her on the ground. She picked it up and examined it, curious. Kelia suddenly felt a jolt and her vision was filled with light. Then, the orb vanished and everything was normal again. She got up and took out her home crystal. She didn’t really feel like going home but she had to. She tried to lift it up to the light but she was in the middle of a very dark forest that was probably one of those dark corners of the world that she wasn’t allowed to be in.
The crystal didn’t have enough light. She scowled impatiently and smacked the crystal. “C’mon, work already! I need to go home!”
Suddenly, a ray of light burst through and hit the crystal. Amazed, Kelia stared at it for a few seconds before coming to when she realized that it was fading fast. She quickly jumped into the crystal’s light and everything felt weirdly like feathers before she finally arrived at her home. A letter was waiting at her doorstep.
It said, “Kelia, we are greatly saddened by the loss of your brother. But all things must come to a pass. Your brother had a life full of happiness and we must remember that. His planting will take place tomorrow at The Wanderling Woods.”
That meant that his planting would take place today. She sighed. How strange that she didn’t feel anything anymore. Nothing…. Strange. Well, if she didn’t feel sad anymore, then she needn’t look sad. She went into her house, showered and changed into a vibrant green gown that glittered with every step. She glanced at the dying plant in the corner of the room. No matter how many times she watered it, the plant kept dying.
Kelia marched over to it and snapped, “Stop dying already and get better! How many times do I have to water you?!”
Immedently, as if by magic, the plant rose up, slowly turning into a bright green color, growing leaves. She blinked, rubbed her eyes and looked closely. Nope, not a hallucination. Did she do this? With her words? She tried it again on a pencil.
“Float around in the air.”
The pencil did just that. Unbelievable. She went to the empty cookie jar. “Fill yourself with only the best cookies in the whole world.”
Instantly, cookies appeared in the jar. She tried one. Wow, this really works. This newfound power made her feel a little better about her brother’s death. Now, she could face the elves at the planting.
The planting was like any other planting. Mellow, sad and very depressing. So depressing that she had to hide her smile. Sad things made her smile. Elves came to her to offer their condolences. Kelia kept her face blank and emotionless. They didn’t mean anything. They were just saying things without meaning or feelings. In fact, these elves in front of her didn’t care. This feeling was new. A feeling of….. disgust? Replusion? Annoyance? Or….. hate?
Later that day, she was sitting by her brother’s tree. It was tall with dark brown leaves, spreading over her. The bark was smooth and soft. The branches were thin but strong with little dark blue flowers sprinkling the leaves. This didn’t have to be here. If she had been able to help him… she felt vengeance growing in her heart. Kelia could use her power to avenge her brother. All she had to do was say the words…
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Part 4: SWC fan fiction
(Note: this is not the same emotionally wreaked Kelia in part 3)
Kelia jerked awake at the sound of her alarm. At first, she thought she had to get ready for school. Then she saw the bright light flooding into her tent and wondered if she was late to school. Her third thought wondered why she was in a tent. Since when did she camp out? Did her parents even let her?
Then she remembered. Scratch writing camp had started. Pfft,idiot! How did you forget?! She dumped some water on her head to rouse herself and checked her to-do list. Yikes! That’s a lot of things I need to do! But she really didn’t care because this camp’s activities were really fun. She got up and peered out of her tent. The Thriller camp was wide awake and bustling with activities. People ran back and forth, getting things ready, writing dailies and proudly showing off the Thriller camp mascot, Harry the Capybara.
One of the campers shouted, “NO! GET BACK, AMY! LEAVE HARRY ALONE!”
Kelia had no idea who Amy was but it sounded fun. She quickly got dressed and rushed to eat breakfast, eager to eat mangoes and also find out why Amy was trying to eat Harry. After savoring the juicy, tropical taste of the vibrant orange fruits, she went over her list of things to finish by the end of today. She had a full list of things she needed to do and fast. Kelia went to sit down near the camp fire an with a giant stack of papers, a handful of pencils and a pencil sharpener. She began writing with burning intensity, taking a couple breaks in between finishing tasks.
When she finished her camp’s rift challenge, she ran over to Birdi, her word group’s leader and gave her the piece of paper. Then she went back to the campfire to writing for the next three hours, doing a ton of dailies, working on the weekly and trying to cope with her aching back. That was her fault though, because she was hunched over like an old lady when writing. Sitting like that was extremely terrible for back and posture. But Kelia didn’t really care because she was too busy writing with burning intensity. When afternoon rolled by, an announcement was made. The word wars had started. Determined to win this time, Kelia grabbed her piece of paper and headed to clearing where the wars were being held.
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Kelia's Library | July 2022
Main cabin weekly- July 15, 2022
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Part 1:
Thriller’s Mascot Insulted!
At 7pm PST on July 12th, a great and unforgivable crime has been committed. This crime was unthinkable and many have spoken up against it as being unfair and uncalled for. As many of you know, Thriller recently acquired a mascot, Harry the Capybara. A unfortunate incident has occurred when Harry was insulted greatly by a camper from a different cabin. It was completely unexpected and no one was prepared for these insults to Harry. This is an unforgivable offense against the superior Harry the Capybara. The culprit is not yet known and a investigation is currently being carried out by none other than Birdi, the Chief investigator who is famed for sending many people to be arsonized by Alba and using her broom for sleep deprived people.
Birdi says that it is only a matter of time before the culprit is found and arrested. She plans on getting the culprit fined “as soon as possible” for the insults of the capybara. Birdi suspects a Myth camper as the culprit and says that she will only need to look through Thriller’s history to identify exactly who committed the crime. When asked on her thoughts of this crime, she said that she believed this crime was “extremely unjust”, unfair ,and that “free speech should not be allowed if it is continually used in such demeaning, insulting, de-capabarizing ways.” Birdi also said that the culprit’s insults “..could cause serious mental and emotional damage to Harry the Capybara…” and that he “..must feel disheartened and sad..”
Witnesses to this crime say that Harry the Capybara was compared to George the Unicorn, a mascot of Myth who has three heads and a mermaid tail ,and is allegedly able to write three parts of a weekly at once. The culprit is said to have claimed that George the Unicorn is better than Harry and that Harry was stinky. They also said that “George is three times smarter than all of .” After having said that, Birdi, our wonderful chief investigator, imediently came to the defense of Harry the Capybara. Witnesses say that Birdi was greatly peeved by this culprit and said in a very loud voice, “HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT OUR MASCOT??? HARRY THE CAPYBARA IS SO SUPERIOR AND WHAT KIND OF A NAME EVEN IS GEORGE GFHJDKSL - REST ASSURED THAT I WILL COUNTER WHATEVER YOU WRITE” The culprit did not answer to this but started arguing with later in the conversation.
Another witness, Icebunny11, also came to the scene and brought her grandma’s slipper, saying “YOU SHALL PAY WHO HAS A UNICORN AS A MASCOT A DRAGON MIGHT BE BETTER OR SUMA CAPYBARA IS RARELY KNOWN AND IS SUPERIOR…” When interviewed on this crime, she said that it wasn’t fair for Harry to be insulted like that. Icebunny11 also said, “Harry is probably feeling guilty….poor Harry thinking he’s a disgrace or something.” Upon hearing this, the culprit responded with “YEAH BUT GEORGE HAS THREE HEADS SO HES THREE TIMES SMARTER THAN ALL OF YOU”
Vastly offended, Icebunny11 countered with “DO YOUUUU KNOW WHAT A CAPYBARA IS ?!?!? DON'T YOU DARE SEARCH IT UP” The argument elevated to yelling about knowing what a capybara is and throwing grass at one in a zoo. Then, the topic was somehow shifted to angrily ranting about George and questioning why he has three heads. Icebunny11 also added, “WHAT IS HE HALF CERBERUS (no offense George) AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY” The culprit responded by saying that George the Unicorn was indeed half Cerberus. Already very worked up, Icebunny11 yelled back with “HA CERBERUS IS STUPID HE GETS KILLED IN THE END” At the very end of the argument of insults, the culprit said that capybaras are “stupid” and that “they’re rodents and no one likes rodents”
It known that the leaders of Thriller and Myth have respected each other’s mascots so this crime was extremely unexpected. A suspect spotted near the scene of the crime has been interviewed as well. The suspect said that Harry is “cute but George is better” and that Harry has been insulted because “George is and will always be better; just like Myth is, and will always be, better than Thriller.” It is not obvious who the culprit is but Birdi and her team of investigators are making massive progress. Justice will be served with by a horde of angry campers from Thriller!
In the meantime, Harry the Capybara is being protected by the Thriller cabin in the rift. When asked about his opinion on this matter, Harry said that it was “rude” and that “if Thriller is to be respectful of George, the Mythians would be wise to return the favor.” He also graciously added, “George is wonderful, and we both have own strengths that are not to be compared.” Thankfully, our wonderful capybara does not seem too distraught by this horrible crime.
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Part 2:
A review on Keeper of The Lost Cities
Keeper of The Lost Cities is a book series written by Shannon Messenger. She’s an amazing writer and the plot is really good. KOLTC is something you’re want to read over and over again. It has amazing character development, displays a lot of emotions and is full of action. But, even the best books have things that some don’t like. This is an amazing book series and while I agree, there are a few things that I highly dislike about the books.
First of all, the unrealistic relationships between the main and side characters. How could Lord Cassius not notice something was up with Lady Gisela? Why was Sophie so oblivious to both Dex and Keefe’s crushes on her? Most importantly, why did Sophie continue to like Fitz even after he yelled at her and blamed her for Alden’s broken mind? His terrible temper and issues with putting blame on others made him a awful friend and yet, Sophie still wanted to go out with Fitz. It is my opinion that Fitz would be better off as a single Councilor or- better yet, maybe a hermit who lives somewhere far away. And on top of that, Alden even wanted Keefe to back off and let Sophie be with Fitz. He apparently couldn’t see how many times Sophie had been hurt by Fitz. Are they really good together?
Time and time again, he pushed Sophie away, blamed her, got angry with her, yelled at her and made her feel like she was the worst person in the world. This is extremely unrealistic. Anyone other than Sophie would turn away from Fitz and stop liking him because of the hurt and pain that he inflicted on her. But Sophie couldn’t see past his temper and tendency to hold grudges because of his “movie-worthy smile” and “handsomeness”. After Alvar turned up, Fitz was incredibly stubborn and rude. He completely ignored his father and mother’s feelings. In short, he was acting like a brat. Why was Sophie encouraging him? Couldn’t she see Fitz’s temper?
Secondly, I also don’t like how oblivious Sophie is. This is another thing that’s unrealistic. People can be oblivious but no one is that oblivious. It’s extremely obvious that Keefe likes her and yet Sophie keeps ignoring it. We’re even seeing this story from her perspective and we can see it plain as day. Is Sophie being this oblivious on purpose? It’s really hard not to notice how he was acting around her with all the hints that were dropped by Ro. How about the way Keefe acts around her?
In addition, she was also ignoring the way Fitz got super jealous when they weren’t even going out. He was impatient and completely dependent on his looks, ignoring his terrible personality. He was jealous whenever Keefe was around her and the only reason why he cared about Sophie finding her parents was because he got benefits from it, not because he cared about her. If Sophie knew who her parents were, then she wouldn’t be unmatchable. This meant that the match would not be ruled as a bad match. If Fitz married her when she was unmatchable, he would face a lot of prejudice and gossip. That is something he can’t deal with as the golden boy of the Vacker family.
He cared about his reputation which was why he cared about whether she was unmatchable or not. Fitz also got upset and mad when Sophie refused to tell him who her mother was. I agree with Sophie on this one because first of all, it wouldn’t help her become matchable since you need both parents and second of all, it wasn’t any of Fitz’s business. Why did Fitz need to care about Sophie’s mother?
Another issue with the book series is the Councilors. They are ignorant to the obvious problems in the Lost Cities. For example, there was a lot of unrest among the Elvin people after Sophie and Dex got kidnapped and the Councilors didn’t address the problem or try to find the kidnappers. They just sat aside and thought that this was only a one time thing. But clearly, if an elf is capable of kidnapping and torture, then this is a very important problem. I must add that the Councilors did try later in the series but I don’t think they’re going about it the right way. In addition, they depended on wealth, jewels, festivals and animals to make the Elvin people feel better. Clearly it didn’t work, resulting only in people seeing the attempts as the Council’s negligence. They do not understand that stability is earned through hard work and not letting kidnappers run loose.
In conclusion, the issues I have with this book series is basically just the story. The actual book was written really well and the plot is super interesting. The only thing is that the characters are very frustrating, too frustrating.
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Part 3:
The Weekly Gossip
It’s well-known that Mrs. Wicker often brags about her seemingly perfect hair and yet never goes to the beauty salon. Many have admired her for her silky and smooth hair. When asked for tips on caring for hair and what kind of shampoo to use, Mrs. Wicker merely says, “Oh, I don’t do anything to my hair. It’s just like this naturally.” But now, we know that to be false! Mrs. Wicker was seen last night at the beauty salon! The shocking truth is that she secretly visits the salon at night, when no one is around and gets a treatment for her hair! That’s why her hair is always so glossy. It’s a wonder why no one noticed.
Susie Clutterton went up to Raleigh last week to visit her niece. But do you know the real reason why she went there? It’s because she went to buy a new set of teeth! She’s known to be so vain and often adjusts her hair or fixes her makeup in plain sight. Simply scandalous! Bertha Stuarts says that she heard it from Henry Clutterton, Susie’s cousin. Henry claims that he saw Susie’s set of teeth one night in the bathroom and noticed it was worn out. The next morning, Susie left for Raleigh. Henry told Bertha and she happened to know that there was a place where you could get sets of teeth and when she went up to confirm her suspicions, it turned out to be true! Susie did indeed go to buy a new set of teeth!
Many have read books by a Mr. Brattal and enjoyed his style of writing and details. He really is a wonderful writer and has accumalated a massive amount of money. However, Cuffy Stewart happens to know a little secret about this Mr. Brattal. Her sister has a cousin with another cousin twice removed whose mother knows a dentist and that dentist cleans Mr. Brattal’s teeth. One day, after the dentist finished up with Mr. Brattal, he noticed that the writer had left his phone behind and that it was ringing. The dentist decided to answer the phone and do you know what he found? The caller said, “Brattal, I have a draft of my new book already mailed to you. When will you finish editing and publishing it?” The dentist replied, “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be able too.” The caller sounded annoyed when he replied, “What do you mean, we had an agreement. I write books for you and you publish them under your name.” Do you see? Mr. Brattal was actually using someone else’s work and passed it off as his own!
One last piece of gossip for you! Lily Mayhew and Bertie Hollister were seen together behind the post office, whispering to each other! Then, they started kissing! Now, everyone knows that the Mayhews and the Hollisters do not get along at all. This new romance might end this feud once and for all! We’re all waiting for the day when Lily and Bertie’s parents find out about this secret of theirs.
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Part 4:
The “Unfortunate” Death of Wonderboy
Fitzroy Avery Vacker, more commonly known as Fitz Vacker, was a part of a extremely prestigious and famed family. He had a sister, Biana Vacker and a brother, Alvar Vacker. He was friends with Sophie Foster, Dex Dizznee and Keefe Sencen. Fitz Vacker was very popular at Foxfire and was said to be “very handsome” with a “glorious movie-worthy smile”. He used to help his father, Alden Vacker and was seen as a golden boy who had everything he could ever want. However, he wasn’t all perfect. He had a horrible temper. He yelled at everybody, regardless of whether it was their fault or not and held a lot of petty grudges. In addition, he was a weakling and didn’t fight a single person even after training for battle.
Despite his shortcomings, everyone was devastated to hear of his death but it could not have been averted. A truly “unfortunate” death, indeed. Fitzroy Avery Vacker died at 10:50am on the 7th of July. He accidentally tripped, fell on a rock and died at the age of 16. It was saddening to hear that he died when he was about to go into the Elite Levels of Foxfire. Sophie Foster is especially devastated by this sudden death as she had a crush on Fitz. Keefe Sencen, Fitz’s best friend, is also sad about this.
As heartbreaking as this is, we must move on.
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Kelia's Library | July 2022
Main Cabin Daily- July 15, 2022
(Note: I “gave away” a green glass orb with white streaks and got a old sketchbook for savebats)
Lily opened the sketchbook and stared at it for a few seconds. Why was this on my desk? It’s certainly not mine… She sighed and set the book down. Her mother always told her not to pry into other people’s business. If it wasn’t hers, leave it alone. She got up and walked off but curiosity got too strong for her and she came back to take another look at it. It was an old book, filled with drawings and sketches of everyday things. It felt… familiar. Like this book was part of her past. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the feeling in her stomach. Whatever this sketchbook was, it had to be something important.
Lily slowly opened the book, revealing art drawn in a style that seemed well-known to her. She flipped the worn pages, feeling like this sketchbook was trying to tell her something important. Memories were rising in the back of her mind but she couldn’t quite place them. She stopped to stare at a drawing of a house. It looked awfully like her old house. The resembelance was erie. Lily grabbed her computer and searched up pictures of her house.
“C’mon, c’mon..” She muttered to herself as the page loaded slowly.
The page finally loaded and she stared at the pictures in shock. The drawing looks exactly like my old house! She slumped back in her chair, breathing heavily. How could this be? She grabbed the sketchbook and rifled through it. The drawings didn’t seem like hers but they were signed by…. her?! Yes, there it was, her name on the bottom right corner! She shook her head in disbelief and backed away from the book. This was impossible. I don’t remember drawing any of that! It’s impossible!
Then, the memories started flooding in. She was seven, clutching the sketchbook to her chest. Everyone around her was screaming and yelling. The sprinklers had gone off. The air was dark with smoke. There was fire in the building. But Lily didn’t care about that. Is the sketchbook okay? I can’t get it wet…
A teacher ran up to her, looking worried. “Lily! Are you alright? Come quickly, we have to get away from the building!”
Lily looked behind the teacher. Bright orange and red flames filled her vision. Her eyes wide open, she walked closer. Enchanted by the fire. She fumbled for her sketchbook and a pencil. Carefully sketched out the flames. She wanted to get closer. The fire looked friendly and warm. Like a friend. The teacher grabbed her and yanked her away from the flames. Lily almost dropped her book but caught it just in time.
Another memory. Eating ice cream on the sidewalk while the other kids in her neighbourghood ran and played. Lily was never like the other kids. She was different. She saw the world a different way. Lily blinked as she returned to the present. She turned to the sketchbook and started wondering. How had she changed from when she was seven until now? Was she the same?
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(Note: I “gave away” a green glass orb with white streaks and got a old sketchbook for savebats)
Lily opened the sketchbook and stared at it for a few seconds. Why was this on my desk? It’s certainly not mine… She sighed and set the book down. Her mother always told her not to pry into other people’s business. If it wasn’t hers, leave it alone. She got up and walked off but curiosity got too strong for her and she came back to take another look at it. It was an old book, filled with drawings and sketches of everyday things. It felt… familiar. Like this book was part of her past. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the feeling in her stomach. Whatever this sketchbook was, it had to be something important.
Lily slowly opened the book, revealing art drawn in a style that seemed well-known to her. She flipped the worn pages, feeling like this sketchbook was trying to tell her something important. Memories were rising in the back of her mind but she couldn’t quite place them. She stopped to stare at a drawing of a house. It looked awfully like her old house. The resembelance was erie. Lily grabbed her computer and searched up pictures of her house.
“C’mon, c’mon..” She muttered to herself as the page loaded slowly.
The page finally loaded and she stared at the pictures in shock. The drawing looks exactly like my old house! She slumped back in her chair, breathing heavily. How could this be? She grabbed the sketchbook and rifled through it. The drawings didn’t seem like hers but they were signed by…. her?! Yes, there it was, her name on the bottom right corner! She shook her head in disbelief and backed away from the book. This was impossible. I don’t remember drawing any of that! It’s impossible!
Then, the memories started flooding in. She was seven, clutching the sketchbook to her chest. Everyone around her was screaming and yelling. The sprinklers had gone off. The air was dark with smoke. There was fire in the building. But Lily didn’t care about that. Is the sketchbook okay? I can’t get it wet…
A teacher ran up to her, looking worried. “Lily! Are you alright? Come quickly, we have to get away from the building!”
Lily looked behind the teacher. Bright orange and red flames filled her vision. Her eyes wide open, she walked closer. Enchanted by the fire. She fumbled for her sketchbook and a pencil. Carefully sketched out the flames. She wanted to get closer. The fire looked friendly and warm. Like a friend. The teacher grabbed her and yanked her away from the flames. Lily almost dropped her book but caught it just in time.
Another memory. Eating ice cream on the sidewalk while the other kids in her neighbourghood ran and played. Lily was never like the other kids. She was different. She saw the world a different way. Lily blinked as she returned to the present. She turned to the sketchbook and started wondering. How had she changed from when she was seven until now? Was she the same?
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Kelia's Library | July 2022
The Dawn of the Dark
The first thing I saw was screaming people, running from some unseen terror. The streets were cracked and buildings everywhere looked like a hurricane swept through. I cast a rebuilding spell and walked on. After about half an hour passed by, I entered an abandoned area with destroyed streets and buildings. Wispy shadows lingered in open sunlight. This place had been visited by the dark creatures.
Suddenly, a portal opened and a dark figure stepped out. Behind him was a large orb covered with wispy black, purple, white and gray streaks. A memory flashed into my head. Shadow creatures bursting from the orb. A rotten, burnt smell of flesh. Smoke pouring from a room. It was ruined. The air grew still as my opponent and I faced each other. The’s eyes started glowing intensely. I drew my sword as bricks were torn from buildings and hurled at a terrifying speed in my direction. The metal glowed white as it deflected the bricks with deadly accuracy and speed. The wizard started throwing energy blasts. My sword slashed through them in a matter of seconds.
My eyes flicked towards the orb. It was getting bigger and brighter. The streaks of color swirled around the orb’s glassy surface. An anxious feeling rose up in me. The last time I saw those orbs, they burst and released the shadow creatures. Would destroying the orb kill all the creatures inside?
When the wizard finally stopped hurling bricks and stones at me, I darted forward and flung dozens of ice shards at him. While he was kept busy, deflecting the endless attacks of the shards, I drew shadow clouds towards me. He notice and started shooting energy blasts at me in an attempt to distract me, I presume. I managed to dodge his attack and hurled the powerful mass of shadow clouds. It detonated when it slammed into the wizard.
He staggered back, gasping. “You cannot stop us! Even if you defeat me, the others will fulfill our goal.”
I stopped my attacks, panting hard as I tried to catch my breath. “…. Heh. W-What goal..?”
He started laughing maniacally. “So you still do not know?”
I glared at him, annoyed. “In case you didn’t notice, no one ever bothered to tell me so how would I know?”
The wizard fell silent. A gust of wind swept into the empty streets. I finally caught my breath and lifted my sword. It was then when he spoke. “You would not understand our goal. There are none who remember the Dragon Queen and the destruction and terror during her reign. A long period of peace and plenty has made everyone soft and unassuming.”
Before I could respond, he hurled an entire building at me. That definitely took me off guard but I was able to teleport away before the building hit me. The area fell silent again. The wizard looked around. I narrowed my eyes and silently teleported behind him. Good. He didn’t notice me.
Taking advantage of it, I started shooting him with powerful light blasts and beams. In retaliation, he hurled a particularly large rock at me, as if a building wasn’t enough. It shot through the air, stopped above me, and dropped. I summoned a gust of icy wind. It slammed into the rock, sending it back at the wizard. Before he could stop the rock, the rock was sent shooting forwards at a terrifying speed with an electrical current. The rock smashed into the wizard. He toppled over amidst rubble and broken rocks. To his credit, he managed to get back up fairly quickly. He sent dozens of rocks back at me.
This continued for the next few hours, with me dodging his attacks and him throwing rubble, bricks and energy blasts at me. The Dark Lord was lagging in his speed but I wasn’t. I managed to back him up against a wall. And there was a brief interlude of fighting where all we were doing was trying to catch our breath.
The wizard’s eyes dimmed. “It’s a pity you did not join us earlier. You could have stopped us from being defeated by the Lightbringers.”
A memory flashed into my head. Two powerful fighters. A traitor who turned against his friend. Destruction. A cold dead land. The traitor isn’t a traitor anymore? I laughed tiredly. “Your Lightbringer friend seemed to do that for you. How did you get him to join your side?”
He took a step forwards. “He understood our cause. He did not blindly follow orders like the other Lightbringer who did not understand or listen.”
I stared into his eyes. “Are you trying to justify all that destruction and chaos? No matter how noble your cause may be, you still wreaked an entire continent and you released murderous creatures upon defenseless humans.”
He frowned as if something troubled him, looking behind me at the orb. He then chuckled. “You care so much about humans. Is that all you’re worried about?”
He suddenly shot a beam of pure, powerful energy, cutting off my response. The light blinded me as it shot at me. Through the haze of pain, I saw the wizard coming towards me. My mind in chaos, my sword flashed out and stabbed the Dark lord. He reeled back and hurled more bricks at me. Time seemed to slow. A massive blinding white flame shot forwards, tearing apart the streets and buildings. Before the flame hit me, I managed to teleport out of the way.
At that moment, I swung my sword at the wizard, releasing the miniature sun. The sun hit the wizard and exploded. Blinding light and fire filled my vision. I blocked my eyes from the explosion with my arm as buildings collapsed and rocks flew everywhere. Dust filled the air and blinded me. A gust of cold wind blew in, clearing my vision. Naturally, everything was on fire. The orb had been destroyed. The wizard was nowhere to be seen. He had been disintegrated.
I tried to catch my breath and failed several times before my lungs finally stopped screaming for air. My whole body ached and I had no energy left. There was no doubt that my body would be wreaking vengeance upon me tomorrow. Tired and staggering, my eyes glowed white as the city started putting itself back together. I sighed and sheathed my sword, which I had forgotten to do earlier.
Finally, everything was over. For now. Obviously, I was going to encounter more Dark Lords but at this moment, I just wanted to go sleep.
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Credit to my brother's book for dark lords, spells, titles and names mentioned throughout this piece)
Credit to my sister for the title
The first thing I saw was screaming people, running from some unseen terror. The streets were cracked and buildings everywhere looked like a hurricane swept through. I cast a rebuilding spell and walked on. After about half an hour passed by, I entered an abandoned area with destroyed streets and buildings. Wispy shadows lingered in open sunlight. This place had been visited by the dark creatures.
Suddenly, a portal opened and a dark figure stepped out. Behind him was a large orb covered with wispy black, purple, white and gray streaks. A memory flashed into my head. Shadow creatures bursting from the orb. A rotten, burnt smell of flesh. Smoke pouring from a room. It was ruined. The air grew still as my opponent and I faced each other. The’s eyes started glowing intensely. I drew my sword as bricks were torn from buildings and hurled at a terrifying speed in my direction. The metal glowed white as it deflected the bricks with deadly accuracy and speed. The wizard started throwing energy blasts. My sword slashed through them in a matter of seconds.
My eyes flicked towards the orb. It was getting bigger and brighter. The streaks of color swirled around the orb’s glassy surface. An anxious feeling rose up in me. The last time I saw those orbs, they burst and released the shadow creatures. Would destroying the orb kill all the creatures inside?
When the wizard finally stopped hurling bricks and stones at me, I darted forward and flung dozens of ice shards at him. While he was kept busy, deflecting the endless attacks of the shards, I drew shadow clouds towards me. He notice and started shooting energy blasts at me in an attempt to distract me, I presume. I managed to dodge his attack and hurled the powerful mass of shadow clouds. It detonated when it slammed into the wizard.
He staggered back, gasping. “You cannot stop us! Even if you defeat me, the others will fulfill our goal.”
I stopped my attacks, panting hard as I tried to catch my breath. “…. Heh. W-What goal..?”
He started laughing maniacally. “So you still do not know?”
I glared at him, annoyed. “In case you didn’t notice, no one ever bothered to tell me so how would I know?”
The wizard fell silent. A gust of wind swept into the empty streets. I finally caught my breath and lifted my sword. It was then when he spoke. “You would not understand our goal. There are none who remember the Dragon Queen and the destruction and terror during her reign. A long period of peace and plenty has made everyone soft and unassuming.”
Before I could respond, he hurled an entire building at me. That definitely took me off guard but I was able to teleport away before the building hit me. The area fell silent again. The wizard looked around. I narrowed my eyes and silently teleported behind him. Good. He didn’t notice me.
Taking advantage of it, I started shooting him with powerful light blasts and beams. In retaliation, he hurled a particularly large rock at me, as if a building wasn’t enough. It shot through the air, stopped above me, and dropped. I summoned a gust of icy wind. It slammed into the rock, sending it back at the wizard. Before he could stop the rock, the rock was sent shooting forwards at a terrifying speed with an electrical current. The rock smashed into the wizard. He toppled over amidst rubble and broken rocks. To his credit, he managed to get back up fairly quickly. He sent dozens of rocks back at me.
This continued for the next few hours, with me dodging his attacks and him throwing rubble, bricks and energy blasts at me. The Dark Lord was lagging in his speed but I wasn’t. I managed to back him up against a wall. And there was a brief interlude of fighting where all we were doing was trying to catch our breath.
The wizard’s eyes dimmed. “It’s a pity you did not join us earlier. You could have stopped us from being defeated by the Lightbringers.”
A memory flashed into my head. Two powerful fighters. A traitor who turned against his friend. Destruction. A cold dead land. The traitor isn’t a traitor anymore? I laughed tiredly. “Your Lightbringer friend seemed to do that for you. How did you get him to join your side?”
He took a step forwards. “He understood our cause. He did not blindly follow orders like the other Lightbringer who did not understand or listen.”
I stared into his eyes. “Are you trying to justify all that destruction and chaos? No matter how noble your cause may be, you still wreaked an entire continent and you released murderous creatures upon defenseless humans.”
He frowned as if something troubled him, looking behind me at the orb. He then chuckled. “You care so much about humans. Is that all you’re worried about?”
He suddenly shot a beam of pure, powerful energy, cutting off my response. The light blinded me as it shot at me. Through the haze of pain, I saw the wizard coming towards me. My mind in chaos, my sword flashed out and stabbed the Dark lord. He reeled back and hurled more bricks at me. Time seemed to slow. A massive blinding white flame shot forwards, tearing apart the streets and buildings. Before the flame hit me, I managed to teleport out of the way.
At that moment, I swung my sword at the wizard, releasing the miniature sun. The sun hit the wizard and exploded. Blinding light and fire filled my vision. I blocked my eyes from the explosion with my arm as buildings collapsed and rocks flew everywhere. Dust filled the air and blinded me. A gust of cold wind blew in, clearing my vision. Naturally, everything was on fire. The orb had been destroyed. The wizard was nowhere to be seen. He had been disintegrated.
I tried to catch my breath and failed several times before my lungs finally stopped screaming for air. My whole body ached and I had no energy left. There was no doubt that my body would be wreaking vengeance upon me tomorrow. Tired and staggering, my eyes glowed white as the city started putting itself back together. I sighed and sheathed my sword, which I had forgotten to do earlier.
Finally, everything was over. For now. Obviously, I was going to encounter more Dark Lords but at this moment, I just wanted to go sleep.
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Credit to my brother's book for dark lords, spells, titles and names mentioned throughout this piece)
Credit to my sister for the title
Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:35:42)
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“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
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Kelia's Library | July 2022
Weekly- July 25, 2022
Code: PATHS TAKEN: 5-1, 2-2, 1-4, 4-2, 3-1, 82-2, 6-4, 7-1, 102-1, 9-4 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 1- S;9- F, 6- S;5- S;8- S;2- S;3- S;7- S;4- S | ENDING: good
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Beginning Story:
It was around three in the morning but Lilith didn’t realize that until she noticed the clock. She sighed and rubbed her temples. Why did I wake up so early again? she wondered. The sun hadn’t risen yet and it was still dark out. She didn’t want to turn on the lights and wake the rest of her family so she thrust her arms out and tried to find her way in the dark. That wasn’t a good idea because she accidentally tripped over her cat, who had been sleeping on the floor of the hallway. It meowed and jumped into her arms, purring. A questionable action on account of the cat since she had just tripped over it. Lilith smiled and stroked it’s silky fur. Then both her stomach and the cat’s growled loudly. She giggled and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat.
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A Horror story:
She padded softly downstairs into the kitchen and suddenly stopped. Something felt… weird. Like someone was watching her from the shadows. Lilith glanced around nervously and kept walking. Her cat meowed loudly and hissed at something in the corner of the room. Then, she heard footsteps. She stifled a scream as the footsteps ran from the corner to the door. Then, whatever it was paused and then fled out the door. Lilith took a couple deep breaths and whispered, “Who was that?”
A voice answered, “My minion. He’s a scaredy cat…”
The cat snarled and swiped a paw at the air. Lilith blinked a couple times and hesitantly asked, “Wait-what? Who’s there?”
The voice chuckled and faded away. Lilith’s stomach growled louder. I’ll just get something to eat and then run upstairs to my room. She opened the fridge and pulled out some chicken. Her cat meowed happily. She warmed up the chicken, along with some mashed potatoes and hurried upstairs.
Suddenly, the same voice said, “Don’t run from me…. I’m a friend… Come closer.”
Lilith ran up the stairs as fast as she could with her cat close behind. The voice drew closer.
“Come closer, I’ll give you anything you want… Come..”
She slammed her door and hurriedly locked it. There was silence. Then, banging noises on her door. Her eyes widened with fear. Her cat ran towards the door and started to snarl and hiss. The noise ceased and started again over and over. Lilith barricaded the door with her desk and some heavy boxes, hoping it would keep out whoever it was. That was three years ago. Her parents had not survived the attack of the monster.
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A story of revenge:
There was silence. Then, the sound of someone running. A knife glinted in the moonlight. Black boots hit the floor. The girl pressed her back against the wall and glanced around, looking for her target. No sign. Had he gotten wise and fled? She scowled in frustration. The desire for revenge burned in her chest. But her friends didn’t know that. All they thought was that she wanted to help. That was partly true but it wasn’t the whole truth. Mother always said that a partial truth was just a lie.
The girl shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Focus and finish the job tonight so you don’t have to lie anymore. A flicker of light drew her attention. She jumped up and followed silently, knife in hand. Then, the sound of a car’s engine filled the night air. The car pealed away, leaving rubber tire tracks behind it. She hissed angrily and punched the wall, leaving a crater in the bricks. She sheathed her knife and headed back to the camp.
Her friends greeted her but were stilled by her expression. They asked her what was wrong. She couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. She told them about the death of her parents and her quest for revenge. They were shocked but kind about it. They comforted her and soothed her frustration, promising to help her get her revenge. She knew she had made good friends.
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Flashback of a memory:
Lilith was walking fast towards the beach. She was feeling disheartened, even after her friends encouraged her. Everything she saw reminded her of her wonderful, lovely, kind parents. She blinked back her tears and walked even faster. The roaring sound of the waves filled her ears. The air smelled like fish. Lots of fish. And salt. She finally noticed that she had taken a wrong turn and ended up near some shops. The floor was made of wood and sand was everywhere. She blinked. Something was rising in her mind. A memory. Suddenly, her vision went dark as a long lost memory surfaced.
She was four. A young child running at a playground with her mother. It was a wonderful day with no clouds in the sky and a warm breeze. She was playing with the other kids at the playground. Lilith had always loved playing with the swings and the slides. It was great fun for a young child. Her mother and father sat at a bench and chatted with other parents. They were talking about taxes or something. Lilith didn’t understand taxes so she kept playing with an admirable amount of energy.
Then, she heard her name. Her mother was calling her. Lilith ran over and jumped onto her mom’s lap. Sasha was her mother’s name. Sasha smiled and brushed Lilith’s hair away from her eyes. Then, she said that they were going to the beach. Lilith beamed happily. The beach was fun and the sand was great for playing with. She also liked how sunny it was. The sun was like a warm blanket or a cup of hot chocolate.
The family got into the car and drove down to the beach. Lilith watched as the wooden beach houses and sand appeared. She laughed happily. It really was a wonderful day. The sun was shining, everyone was laughing and happy and best of all, she was licking a ice cream cone. Her mother bend over and wiped Lilith’s face with her finger, smiling. She giggled and finished her ice cream. Lilith remembered that Sasha had bought a pretty green scarf and sea glass earrings.
Lilith blinked as she returned to the present. Tears started to fall. She wanted to go back to when she was happy.
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How strange… Was it just a dream? :
Lilith rubbed her eyes as she slowly woke up. She looked around, confused. She expected to see bright light and bean bag chairs but she was in a dark library. A bunch of papers and pencils were sitting in front of her. Lilith looked at the papers for a few seconds before finally realizing. That was just a dream. But how can this be? I still feel those emotions…
Lilith checked her phone and texted her parents. They answered back quickly. They’re still alive?! That really was a dream! So scary…
She looked over her papers, finished the assignment and packed up her things. She wanted to get her mind off the dream but it kept coming back into her head. She felt foggy and weird, like she was in a dream but still awake. Lilith walked out the library and was greeted by her crush, Brandon. Only this time, she didn’t feel that flutter. Her mind was way too focused on her dream. Brandon waved his hand in front of her face and she blinked and looked at him.
“Hey, when did you get here…? Why am I outside the library?” She wondered
Brandon frowned and leaned closer. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Huh..? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Was there something you wanted to talk about?,” Lilith asked.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah… Let’s meet up tomorrow at the city library to work on our project.”
“Project? What project? Oh… now I remember. Sure, let’s do that.”
Brandon sighed, said goodbye and walked off. Lilith continued on her way, wondering if it really was just a dream.
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Prompt: The reality of a vacation you took is the exact opposite of your expectations.
Charlotte was super excited for her vacation. She had worked hard all year long and finally had the chance to go on her break. Her friends were coming along with her for a fantastic summer trip to the beach. It was about two o’ clock in the afternoon and she was itching to go. The train came zooming along and she went in, her friends coming along after her. She sat down and the train started off again. She bounced up and down excitedly. This was going to be fun.
Spoiler: It wasn’t. It was raining. Hard. She also noticed was that every single shop was closed. Some didn’t even have a logical reason. One sign said, “Closed because we’re closed.” Another said, “Closed because of rain.” Charlotte was feeling pretty down. Nothing was going right. When she went down to the beach, the water was trashing around. The ground was wet and muddy, it was cold and everything was just bleh. She wasn’t happy about it. When monsters started coming, she took out her anger on them. Destroying them with fish. A terrifying warrior.
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Aspect of safety and comfort:
Lilith smiled as she entered a warm and cozy library, full of her favorite books. It was a vast library with golden light, bean bags and lots of games and prizes to win. To make things even better, there was a huge buffet with all of her favorite foods! There was pie, cake, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, ham, salmon, burgers, hot dogs, chips, lemonade, tarts, roasted chicken and lots more. She headed over to the food table, loaded up a plate and sat down at a wooden table with cushioned chairs. She grabbed a couple of books that she hadn’t read yet and opened them up. They looked exciting! She started reading in between bites of roasted chicken and carrots. She sighed happily. This was amazing. Good food, warm sunshine and amazing books. She wished she would live here for the rest of her life in complete happiness.
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A interesting song:
Lilith suddenly felt like singing. It was strange. So she started singing and this is what she said.
I have no idea why I’m singing
But I am so I guess I’ll sing
Some random words about
SWC.
It’s fun and exciting
but also confusing
And it’s hard to get started
but it gets easier along the way-
Suddenly, someone threw a bucket at her and yelled, “Oi! Stop singing, I can’t sleep!”
Lilith threw the bucket back and went on her merry way.
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Nostalgia:
Lilith sighed as she fiddled with her book. It was about a family who had been torn apart by the war. It reminded her of her own family. Her sisters had died in a car crash, her mother had a heart attack and her father was missing, presumed dead. In short, her life was a complete and utter mess. She threw the book down and started crying. Why had so much tragedy come her way? She wanted to go back to when everyone was fine and dandy. It wasn’t fair that she had to endure so much on her own. Lilith began thinking of the happy times she had with her family.
It was a rainy day and the family had just come home from the mall. Lilith always loved the rain. It made her feel a nice feeling. Like a cozy, everything-is-warm kind of a feeling. Her mother dried her hair with a towel and told her to change. Lilith ran upstairs, changed into her favorite pajamas and slid down the banister. Her sisters followed, laughing happily. The three girls went into the kitchen to get hot chocolate, marshmallows and pie and brownies.
They felt so happy and cozy with their delicious sweets. Their mother had laughed and said that it was okay once in a while to have so many sweets. Lilith also remembered when her sisters would play on the playground, swinging on the monkey bars. They had taught her how to get up on the gynastic bars and encouraged her when she was too scared to fall backwards.
Lilith sighed, feeling nostalgic. This kind of sentiment made her feel a little better.
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Thank you for using cloud transportation:
Lilith exited the library reluctantly after receiving a message from her father. She was to go to the shopping mall, buy new clothes for the school year and then go to the supermarket for groceries. Lilith liked getting new clothes but she prefered reading. Oh well, she thought. Might as well get it over with. She headed down to the clouds, where people went from place to place.
Suddenly, Lilith realized something. It wasn’t quite right. She hurried back to the library. Where’s my change? I can’t use the clouds if I- Oh, here it is! She grabbed her bag of change and rushed back to the clouds. Thankfully, there were a couple left. She went up to the coin collecter, inserted a coin and instantly, a cloud flew up to her and landed. Lilith got onto it and said, “The shopping mall.” Instantly, the cloud zipped off, flying through the sky. She could see the city below and many clouds flying around, taking people places. It was always great fun to use the clouds. Unfortunently, Lilith was plauged with the fear of falling so she always stayed right in the middle of the cloud. She didn’t like the feeling of her stomach dropping as she hurled downwards to her certain doom.
She glanced around and then looked down again. She didn’t feel afraid of heights. Just the idea of falling gave her a little nervousness. She spotted her destination, the shopping mall down below. The cloud started to dive but Lilith wasn’t worried. She had done this hundreds of times. All she needed to do was hold onto the edges of the cloud and she wouldn’t fall to her fated death. The cloud slowed down and landed near the shopping mall. Lilith stepped off and the cloud zipped away to take another traveller to their destination.
307 wordsThe sudden and tragic death of Lilith:
After the shopping mall trip, Lilith took another cloud to the supermarket. The trip was going to take a little longer than expected because of traffic. She sighed and settled down to enjoy the ride. Everything was going smoothly and quietly. It was quite a nice day and the sun was shining down merrily upon Lilith. She smiled and sat up, looking around. Not another cloud in sight. How strange. Usually, there’s lots of clouds flying around. Maybe they’re all at the supermarket or something.
Suddenly, a cloud whooshed up and slammed into her. Everything seemed to slow down for a second. She felt herself lifting up into the air. Then, time seemed to catch up and her cloud zipped. The culprit was gone and she was falling fast. Really fast. She felt her stomach dropping as the ground came up to meet her. She felt terrified. What’s happening?! Why am I falling? Then, darkness.
Steve, Lilith’s father was walking from the café to his office when he heard screaming. He rushed over and saw Lilith, lying on the ground. She was dead. He stared in shock. It looked like she accidentally fell from her cloud. How could this have happened. Grief filled his heart and he went over to Lilith’s dead body. A tragedy.
215 wordsA final happy ending:
Lilith blinked awake. She was in the sky. It was beautiful. Wait a minute..Why was she in the sky? She remembered falling… Then, she… died? Then why was she here. She sat up and realized that she was glowing. And the ground was made of clouds. Lilith looked around. Everything was golden and full of light. Between the clouds, she could see the city, way down below. She felt weird. So light but so empty. Then, a girl walked up to her and smiled.
“Hello Lilith.”
Lilith blinked. “Am I dead? How do you know my name? What happened?”
The girl held out her hand and Lilith took it. The girl pulled her up and gestured around. “You’re not dead, don’t worry. This is a magical realm where those who are special get to go after they fake their deaths. You fell but the dead you isn’t you. It’s a fake.”
Lilith didn’t understand anything the girl said. The girl sighed and said, “Let me start over. I’m Silvia. You’re not dead. When you fell, you were transported here and we created a fake body, made it look like you and that was the thing that dropped onto the ground. So now, everyone down there thinks you’re dead but you’re not. You are one of the special who have magical cores. This means that you can use magic, but only when necessary. You can also fly. This realm is where the magical live.”
Lilith nodded, finally getting it. “So, how long do I live here?”
Silvia shrugged. “Until you die, I guess.”
“No one’s died yet?”asked Lilith.
“Nope, not yet. This realm is fairly new and the one who imbued people with the cores only did it about a year ago.”
Lilith tilted her head, confused. “But how did that person imbue people..?”
Silvia laughed in amusement. “Hehe, I have no idea. It’s confusing, isn’t it? I only fake died a month ago so I’m still learning, too. Say, let’s go meet the orignal magical person!”
Lilith began to smile as well. Silvia’s laugher was extremely contagious. “Sure, let’s go! Hey, how do you get anywhere?”
Sylvia finally finished giggling. “We fly! Or teleport. Whichever one works for you!”
“How do I teleport? Is there like a spell I need to chant? Or a relic?”
“Nope, all you need to do is think of the place you want to go to and you’ll be there instantly! Magic is awesome, isn’t it?”
“Do we need to teleport to get to the person who imbued everyone?”
“I mean, we could but flying’s more fun. Plus, you need to get a hold of your wings. Can’t fly if you do not know how!”
Lilith smiled and began flapping her wings. Silvia encouraged her and gave some advice. “Yeah, that’s it! Keep flapping! There you go!”
Lilith beamed as she soared through the air. She loved it. No danger of falling either. Silvia took her hand and they headed towards a golden house.
“That’s where the orignal magic person lives! Let’s meet her, shall we?”
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Last edited by CatOrchid (July 26, 2023 23:47:18)
CatOrchid
➵ Christian | Programmer | Tennis
➵ Artist | Violin | Piano | Writer
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Matthew 5:16
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