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The Birth of Proci
The Kingdom of Dreams can be a wonderful, dreamy, and beautiful place but manipulative in the forms of illusion, imagination, and hallucination stir amongst the darkest parts of Dreams. It was 50 years ago when a group of intelligent scientists in the Dreams Military Mother base created a liquid substance to cure their people to achieve immortality and/or heal wounds and injuries quicker before Death wrapped their souls away. This substance was known as Proci (pro kee; the o in proci is pronounced softly. It is the singular and plural form.). Proci has the ability to reproduce itself only within a dead host. Dream scientists did not discover this until they had tested Proci on laboratory rats, animals, and even family and friends who voluntarily participated in the experiment. All of which died because when a living being consumes Proci, the substance serves as poison; in which case serves as suicidal for the being. During the failure in the experiments, many families protested against Proci and its existence. The families that lost their loved ones in the experiment of Proci lived in pain and sorrow but that did not stop the Dream scientists from achieving their success and obsession with Proci. Proci consumed the dead sleeping in the morgue, giving them a new life; the living dead. The Dreams scientists let a few to roam the outdoors of the world but they managed to escape the electrical fences and raged through the outskirts of the city. 1/3 of the Dreams population were greatly infected by what was known as the Proci bite (in other words, living beings that were bitten became a zombie), excluding those who died during the Proci experiment, and the deceased in the cemeteries. This urgent news was brought directly to the King of Dreams whom in turn decided not to discard the living dead nor Proci itself but instead use them as his army to conquer land and win more power. The king sent out an order that the Proci and the Proci victims would replace his army. Some soldiers sworn to continue fighting for their King, people, and home where they resulted in giving up their lives for Proci. The King of Dreams became more callous, heartless, and greedy for power when Proci was brought up to his attention. The nearest kingdom to his was the Kingdom of Earth. Humans who he had become allied with for more than 100 years and stored their bad dreams away and keeping peace amongst the skies they both share. But the King of Dreams was getting tired of it, instead he had other plans. During a public speech, he announced to his people that if anyone were to stand in his way to win the Kingdom of Earth, he would eliminate them from the face of the world. He plans to rebuild the Kingdom of Earth with the use of Proci and use the land that once was the Kingdom of Earth, as the home and military mother base for breeding Proci. With the help of the military scientists, the King of Dreams orders to let Proci loose into the Kingdom of Earth. Proci infects more than one million Earth citizens, even the royal bloods. Proci and the victims become stronger every 48 hours.
The Fall of the Kingdom of Earth
Allied with the Kingdom of Dreams, the King of Earth receives an emergency report from one of his messengers; an invasion of infected and disfigured creatures biting the citizens of Earth and within 24 hours, becoming one of the walking deceased. When the King of Earth called his ally for help, the King of Dreams did not return a friendly response. Shocked and frightened, the King of Earth soon realized that the diseased invasion came from the Kingdom of Dreams. Word spread quickly throughout the Kingdom of Earth and many citizens tried to evacuate as quickly as possible away from the diseased Proci but most of them who attempted to flee or fought were either consumed by the Proci bite or devoured in a feeding frenzy. Several messengers whom managed to stay alive from the attacks sent urgent warning messages of help to the other kingdoms nearby. Earth's alternative allies were the Kingdom of Ocean and Flames, though when backup came, neither kingdoms were able to defeat or prevent the Proci from spreading into their kingdoms. The Kingdom of Ocean's army attempted to lure the Proci near its waters but soon after retreated back into the depths of the sea for fear that any more of their people would become infected by the Proci and spread the disease into their homeland. Similar situations happened to the Kingdom of Flame's army . Their attacks and flames slowed down the reproduction process of the Proci and burnt the infected to crisp and ashes, causing the Proci to evaporate into thin air but when an individual stood nearby to where the evaporation occurred and inhaled the substance. Unfortunately, the Proci would once again start its process over, killing the living being and then taking it over, giving it a new but dead life.
"How do you kill what's already dead?" one of the messengers asked amongst the group of survivors huddled together in the castle.
"To kill one is to become one." The Kingdom of Darkness has many living dead monsters and immortals but are they able to fight and destroy the Proci? Scientifically speaking, if Proci were to infect those in the Darkness, their body cells would be infected and damaged but reproduced new cells would quickly attack the infected cells. They would not be able to fight in their natural strengths but still would be able to fight. Also, The Kingdom of Darkness is not an ally of Earth but is of The Kingdom of Ocean. The Dark King heard news of it when the King of Oceans asked the Dark King's aid.
At the arrival of the Dark King and his army, the Earth King attempted to flee himself from the battle as the Proci broke its way through the gates of the castle and began feeding on the last of survivors. Overwhelmed by fear and death, he murdered his wife and children because his reasons were that he could not live on seeing and knowing they would become infected with the Proci and live in pain with it. The only people that witnessed the murdering incident were the Dark King himself and his trusted companion, 4. The Dark King attempted to stop the Earth King from swinging his sword at his youngest heir (not realizing that the son was already infected with the Proci) by lunging himself between the sharp blade and the young boy that sat on the floor. The Dark King shut his eyes wrapping his arms around the boy and holding him against his chestplate, ready to take the hit but doesn't feel the cut of the blade or the taste of his own blood. Instead 4 is hovering over him, looking at her the sword that had penetrated through the right side of her chest and the tip nearly comes into contact with the Dark King's back armor. Smoke begins to rise from the injury that 4 had taken but realizes her cells are not regenerating as quickly as normal and soon realizes that the sword used was not just an ordinary sword but it is the Sword of Aegis. Because it is the Sword of Aegis, 4's healing regeneration is lowered to 35%. The Dark King's attention is converted to 4 but as he turns, an arm is shot through his chest and his heart is ripped from his body. The arm and the ripper is the young heir whom the Proci has completely taken over his mind and body. The infected heir bites into the Dark King's bloody heart and screeches loudly at its satisfactory appetite. Angry, 4 reaches back for the handle of the sword, pulling the sword out of her chest, she uses it to slice the arms off of the infected heir and then slice his head off. The Earth King is amazed at how the Proci turned his son into a carnivorous monster and had to witness someone, a non ally kill his son right before his very own eyes, and an amazing warrior that seems all too familiar to him, from the Kingdom of Darkness.24 4 discards the sword after slaying the infected heir and drops to one knee, cuddling the Dark King's lifeless body into her arms, stained with blood.
Quietly and sneakily, the Earth King reaches for his Sword of Aegis and swings at 4 but hits something with a 'clank'. His eyes widen as sweat pours down and stings his eyes. A bright and blinding red-orange flaming wing was blocking his attack from 4. The wing that was once there before the flame wing was a skeletal red demon wing but now it had appeared out on her back but where the sword penetrated through her right chest was bleeding, profusely. Small rocks and dirt began to fall from the ceiling but 4 ignored all of that and the loud noise of people yelling and fighting off the Proci outside the castle grounds, she ignored that too. She felt pain but she was filled more with anger. She turned her head and glared at the Earth King for the intrusion, the surface of her eyes reflected the flames of the wings. Finally, it was her eyes that reminded him of where he had met her before. She resembled a bird goddess in which the Flame Kingdom worshipped, the Earth citizens had long forgotten the goddess's protection for the people. When the Earth King opened his mouth to speak, his voice stammered as he took a few steps back but kept his sword drawn in front of him. "You're supposed to be dead, trapped inside that statue I created with my own hands!" 4 did not show any signs of emotions of confusion or surprise. Honestly, she did not have the slightest idea what the Earth King was talking about and disregarded it because she was already angry at the fact that the Earth King was being a complete coward to himself, his family, his people, and his country. "...and it wasn't just any statue, it was an immortal statue where all the Gods were watching over. You... impossible!" Shaking the sword at 4 as she took another step towards the Earth King, still cradling the lifeless body of her King, he continued to spat nonsense to her, "There was no way you could have gotten out! If you did, the Gods would have restrained you!" The both of them lost balance as the floor violently shook beneath them and the Earth King found the opportune time to leap at 4. "No matter now, you've been severely injured by the Sword of Aegis in which you cannot make a complete transformation and this time I'll make sure you don't rise up again!"
When 4 emitted a low growl through gritted, bloody teeth, the Earth King ignored her threatening eyes and continued to speak as he swung the sword at her, "Aegis never fails to do what it always does best and it will put you back where you belong!" Before the sword of Aegis could reach 4 nor 4 to kill him, the floor crumbled into pieces under their weight, the walls, and ceiling fell upon them. When a cloud of peace and mournful air filled through the deserted Kingdom of Earth, the Earth King was crushed and followed by a quick death. Unable to regain strength in time of the fall of the Earth castle, 4's body turned to ashes, mixing with the dirt that fell from the ceiling. But when sunlight danced its way through the cracks of broken walls and debris of the remains of the castle, 4 gained rebirth but was left with pain, sorrow, and blame. When she adjusted her eyes and mind to where she was standing, she observed the quiet environment around her. In a nearby temple called the Sanctuary of Earth, a beautiful and young priestess approached 4, holding something in her hand she reached out towards the warrior. When she opened her hand, there lay a pendant holding an oval-shaped blue-green stone. "A gift of gratitude for saving our country," the priestess spoke softly but 4 did not respond nor turn to greet the beautiful stranger. "A part of you has been bestowed upon it. It is called Turquoise." She stopped, awaiting a response from the warrior but when 4 did not speak again, the priestess continued, "This pendant of Turquoise contains all Earth elements and can be used to protect those you love. With you, it will feel security and when the time comes, it will seek its rightful holder." Knowing that the warrior would not budge from her standing point, the priestess reached out and held 4's hand, placing the pendant into the cold, lifeless hand. Then she cupped her slender and warm hands over 4's. Looking up at 4's eyes, they were filled with pain and sorrow, the priestess managed to smile, "Do not let your soul overcome you. If you give it the opportune time, you will be living in a dark, quiet, and dead world only by yourself."
The End of Proci
The grounds were covered with lifeless, disfigured bodies, limbs sliced off or missing, and stains of blood everywhere. Kingdoms of all were helping and tending to each other's injuries and aid. The Kingdom of Earth was already rebuilding itself with the survivors who had managed to flee far away from the Proci, came back to build a new and better kingdom. When the priestess stood by the fallen castle of the Earth and watched 4 gather the remaining limbs she could find under the debris of her King, she set foot back to her kingdom, again without a response to the priestess. After 4's departure from the Kingdom of Earth, few that survived began gossip and rumor about how they were either glad that the Kingdom of Darkness came to help rid the King from the throne or complain the destruction and mess they made for the Earth citizens to rebuild a completely new city. The General of the Darkness Kingdom had travelled to the Kingdom of Dreams to retrieve the King of Dreams whom was the main problem of how the Proci spread and eliminated the mother base of the Proci. Within moments of destroying the Proci base, the King of Dreams surrendered himself but the General saved a drop of the Proci for the King of Dreams. Instead of killing him, the Darkness General placed the infected King of Dreams into the Darkness Kingdom, beneath the undergrounds of the castle, within the wreaking dungeons, letting him suffer alone.
The Seeker of Turquoise
Upon returning to her kingdom, the bundle of sack she carried on her back which contained the King's bodies, she walked past many onlookers who either threw objects at her or cheered her on. She entered through the Shrine of the Fallen Heroes and began the procedure of burying her King. She kneeled upon his grave for a week, even when the kingdom elected a new king to rule over. She did not stop her mourning for the previous king until the new king came to visit her at the Shrine. During the time the new king was elected, he had gone through his father's archives in the study room where he discovered many secrets that bore 4's past. He found a small black notebook that entitled Diary of 4 on the front cover and flipped through the pages to find that there is something very interesting but dangerous about the soul 4 possesses within her body.
One full moon, 4 went to the Shrine to visit the late king but she did not kneel before it anymore. A bright blue-green glow caught her attention and immediately opened her hand to see the pendant pumping like a heart and glowing brightly. 'It must be seeking it's rightful holder,' 4 thought to herself and set it down on top of the king's burial but the pendant jumped off the burial and onto the grass, continuing to pump like a normal heart beat and glowing brightly. If the king's burial wasn't the rightful holder, then who could it be? 4 picked up the pendant and left the Shrine. As she approached the castle, the pumping of the pendant accelerated. She leaped to her guarding post, the roof above the ballroom of the castle but as she past the Princess's balcony window, the pendant flung itself towards the open window. 4 pivoted and reached out to grab a hold of the fleeing pendant but missed. She landed stealthily onto the balcony that led to the Princess's room and grabbed the pendant that lay on the cold, concrete floor. She walked in and found the Princess sitting on her canopy bed, all dirtied and disheveled, bearing a bored look on her face. But when the little girl caught sight of 4 standing in the open, she bounced up with energy and ran to her.
Should be continued...
Ill give Yinyu a Idea for the next story of this
The Phoenix Goddess
The House of Heliopolis, before it became known as the sanctuary for the people of the Kingdom of Flames, was an ill-fated house. The cause of all the misfortunes was held to be an ancestor, a King of Flames named Solaris, dating back 500 years ago, who brought upon himself a most terrible punishment by a most wicked deed. That was the not the end of the matter because the evil he started carried through after his death. His descendants also followed through the same wicked path and were punished. A curse seemed to linger over the family, making men sin in spite of themselves and bringing suffering and death down upon both parties; the innocent and guilty.
Ten years had passed and Heliopolis was the only one of Solaris' descendants not marked out by misfortune. He was happy in his life, although he wooed a dangerous lady who had been the cause of many deaths, the Princess Electra. Her natural beauty brought beyond admiration but quick deaths to those who promoted the admiration to her. The Princess Electra always wore a red and gold gown that signified herself as the Phoenix Princess. Besides her quick temper, she walked with gentle elegance and etiquette through strolls. Those that confessed their love for her, she made him follow her into the deepest and darkest forest of the Flame country, a forest which some quote, "If you don't open your ears as well as your eyes, you may as well give your life to eternity." In other words, the forest was as a maze, if you did not remember your way back, you would be lost and rot in the forest forever. No one knew of the Princess's wicked deeds in the forest.
The curse of the House of Heliopolis was ended.
"The future is just a collection." - Anonymous
The Phoenix statue sits in the House of Flames in the Kingdom of Flames, entraps the furious, malicious, and destructive Phoenix Goddess. Citizens of the country altogether fear, respect, and worship her. 15,000 years ago the Goddess was turned into marble stone by a courageous Earth sorcerer knight because she shed too much blood with her claws and anger. Her anger began of jealousy in the House of the Gods, a banquet contest of the most fairest, was held and the Phoenix Goddess was one of the three final contestants. When the tables turned for her and she was not chosen as the most fairest, she felt disgraced and ashamed when she witnessed her own people did not choose her as the fairest. Her anger turned upon her own people and spread throughout the land.
While entrapped inside the stone, an unbearable curse is placed upon the stone as well as heavily guarded by the seven divine knights from the House of the Gods to ensure the Goddess does not escape and create havoc once again. Many believe the Phoenix Goddess is still trapped within the cursed marble stone and the seven divine knights confirm of the Goddess' presence but there are those who doubt and spread conspiracy that the real Phoenix Goddess has escaped and is living amongst them; only in silence and awaiting to strike damage and destruction, repeating its horrific tragedy again.
...It COULD! be continued
Kingdom of Darkness - Random Chapter
She had radiant colors flowing through her hair except for the tips that were burnt black. Lavender, pink, sunshine yellow, and teal. She used her long hair to flip and snap like a whip. She sent bundles forward and strapped themselves around the soldier's wrists, ankles, and abdomen. Pulling him towards her into the darkness, she loosened the hair grips only until she had dug her fangs into his warm, bare neck. Letting the shrill of his voice echo through into the moonlit sky.
[Scene changes to the premises of the Kingdom of Darkness]
The princess had just woken up, frightened by a vision while she slept. Looking around her room, she found her bodyguard resting in the corner of the room, adjacent to her canopy bed, eyes closed. Smiling and holding her breath, the princess quietly tip-toed out of her room, to the balcony window, then began carefully climbing up the walls of the castle. She had gotten better at climbing the walls than before by focusing her energy on the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands. Slowly but surely, she made her way up the rooftops of the towers, eventually, reaching to the top and settling down catching her breath. She situated herself comfortably on the rooftops of the ballroom tower which was where the post guard of the King and Queen's bodyguard always stood to survey the premises of the castle. But tonight, the bodyguard whom she was looking for was not around nor at her post. The only thing that was present was her lunar scythe, resting soundly. The red gem in the center of the blade staff glowed brightly as if greeting the princess with respect and honor of her presence before it. The princess' bodyguard didn't have any trouble climbing up the walls of the castle and stood silently behind the mischievous princess. The princess did not notice her private bodyguard's presence and continued to wonder where the other bodyguard could have gone off to.
Approximately 20 minutes had passed and still there wasn't any sign of 4, the bodyguard that the princess was looking forward to seeing. Anxious and impatient, the princess began pacing back and forth on the rooftop, still not aware of her private bodyguard's presence. The princess did not want to fall asleep again or else she would dream of that horrid vision again that was still fresh and vivid in her mind. When the pacing quickly bored her, she began to play with the pendant she wore on her neck. She really wanted to tell 4 about the vision she had, she must. There weren't any exceptions not to because 4 was involved in the vision too. She suddenly felt frightened every time she thought about what she had dreamed about.
The princess's private bodyguard sensed 4's presence before the princess could. Several medical demons rushed to 4 with first aid kits in their claws but the ignorant bodyguard brushed past them as if they were tiny ants. The private bodyguard's eyes narrowed down at one specific spot on 4 and frowned. 4 had a hand clutching tightly to her shoulder. She refused to be aided or to rest in the hospital but decided to rest as she resumed her regular post, to wait for the next mission to be employed to her. Flapping her wings, she flew to her post. As she landed, she was greeted by the young princess with a tight and joyful hug. 4 winced as she felt the pain strike through her injured muscles but wiped the expression away when her eyes met with the princess'. The young princess began bombarding 4 with questions as to where she had gone off to and why. She was about ready to tell 4 the vision she had when her private bodyguard interrupted them, giving the princess a little jump of fright. "It's better if she rests than play your interrogation game," the private bodyguard suggested to the princess before turning to frown at 4's poor condition. "You should really rest at the hospital, 4."
As usual, 4 ignored her suggestion and resumed her regular post. She sat down, leaning against her staff. She could feel the scab beetles within the staff crawling about as they began to massage her back. Every now and then, receiving the pain from her wounded shoulder. A single black scab beetle popped out of the staff and dug itself into 4's wounded shoulder as if to investigate how serious the wound is. As it disappeared 4 clutched her shoulder tighter. trying to lessen the pain. "Was it a tough one this time?" the private bodyguard asked but 4 did not respond or rather she couldn't. Gritting her teeth together, she resisted having to scream or relieve the pain in any other possible way. She began to feel what fear was. She was afraid of it coming out again, taking control of her mind, body, and soul. Then worst of all, hurting the people she loved, the friends she met and made through missions and traveling through kingdoms. She had to, no, must live with this agonizing pain and suffering, and never let it take control of her. She heard the Princess' bodyguard's lips moving but her voice could not penetrate through her thoughts. Trying to read her lips and resisting the pain in her shoulder began to irritate her. "You should really--" the private bodyguard began to stress but was interrupted by 4.
"Shut up!" 4's breath began to shorten and she could feel her chest burning up. In front of her eyes, she saw a vision of the monster that resided with in her soul. Angry, she wanted to swing at it but did not have the energy to. It was laughing and mocking her.
Her conscious did not calm down until the Princess' voice reached her ears. "I had a really scary dream and that was why I came to see you and tell you about it." 4 looked at the princess, forgetting her wound and pain for several seconds, but her hand that gripped her wound on her shoulder did not loosen. When the Princess began again, her eyes filled with tears, "You attacked me... only it wasn't you. You looked like something else, changed into--" before the Princess could finish her words, raindrops began to fall from the dark clouds above them.
"Your majesty, you'll catch a cold if you stay out here any longer," the Princess' private bodyguard said, setting her hands on the shoulders of the young princess and making her turn the other way, away from 4. With a frown as to why 4 hadn't responded at all or greeted her when they saw each other, the Princess did not have any other choice but to leave without saying anymore. The princess' bodyguard followed her majesty back to her bedroom, where the rain began to pour hard.
4 was left sitting against her staff on the rooftops of the ballroom tower. She closed her eyes as the Princess' words raced through her mind. 'I changed into what? A form you could not accept, right? Rest assured, my Princess. I'll kill it before it hurts anyone, especially you.' As she let the rain collect on her skin and dampen her hair and attire, the beetle reappeared but suddenly fell to the side of where 4 sat, crumbling to pieces as the rain washed its remains away. 4's wings shielded her body, closing in and creating warmth against the cold rain. The staff unwrapped its skin and veins around 4, also aiding to create warmth around her as 4 struggled to heal her deep wound in the shoulder. The staff stood bare, revealing the backbone that belonged to a fire-breathing dragon. The red gem near the blade glowed, only it was not the same friendly glow when it greeted the Princess. It glowed because it sensed great danger.[/qoute]
May or May not be continued since its a Random Chapter...
“The kingdom has been fully re-established but there have been numerous cases of students missing at FAS; most of them consist of females ranging between sixteen and eighteen. This is a request for her majesty herself. Only she and an honorable knight she entrusts know of your mission and arrival. At her majesty's request, you will work with her knight--”
“I will be anonymous.”
“You will greet her majesty as you do ours. Your arrival time and day will be noon and 3 days, no sooner and no--,” The general looked up to see an empty room before him. He slammed his fist against his desk, swearing, unaware of how long he had been speaking to himself. “I hate it when she does that!”
Immediately, she ordered one of her clones to resume her usual post to guard the premises of the kingdom, then grabbed the only thing she needed before leaving; her lunar scythe. There were at least three checkpoints to pass through in order to arrive at the destination requested. Also, it was going to be extremely hot there so she wouldn't be needing her leather hooded cape. As always, she wanted to make her tracks untraceable therefore, she placed a sleeping powder in the wind which blew in the directions of the checkpoint bases. She passed through the checkpoints without a problem but walking across the lava sea made her stand on land for a good thirty minutes. During the thirty minutes, she was calculating the times of each bursts that exploded vertically into the air, and when the plates on the surface of the lava sea would shift until breaking down and emerging into the lava. The other problem was dragons. Could she hitch a ride on one instead of flying over the unfamiliar terrain herself? No, she had to be as subtle as possible. As she was ready to lift off the ground and into the humid atmosphere above, an ebony-colored dragon landed next to her. It's golden and reptilian eyes looked menacing but its personality was the opposite. The ground shook but the bodyguard was not caught off balance. She ignored the dragon and flapped her wings. She had abandoned her cape for better usage such as bundling up her lunar scythe. As both of her feet left the ground, the black dragon nipped her bundle that she carried around her back.
'A rookie?' she asked herself. She flew in place, turning to look at the dragon. 'only rookies would beg to be ridden on. Only rookies would beg for outsiders' attention. Only the old and experienced would have the intention to kill.' Something was different about this dragon compared to all the other rookies and experienced. As she gently placed her hand over its scaly forehead, rubbing back and forth, she noticed its neck was bejeweled with a golden chain, the gold was the same color as its eyes and it also did not have a tag hooked to its ear; not like the rest soaring lowly above the steaming lava sea. When the dragon let go of the bundle, the bodyguard flew out of its range to grasp her again. She managed to avoid all of the random bursts of flames the lava created except lose the black dragon. It followed behind her but at a distance. Strangely, the other dragons avoided the both of them. The black dragon stopped following the bodyguard when she landed onto the other side of the lava sea. Thinking of it as nothing important, the woman walked into the village market, looking for suitable and affordable living accommodations, transportation to the school, and commoner's clothes. Half a pound of gold got her many things but she wanted to stay as low-profile as possible when living in someone else's jurisdictions. She was planning to disguise herself as one of the nine transfer students to the FAS (Flames Academy School). The examination was held in the early morning; it was broken down into three sections and held inside the large, air-conditioned auditorium. The first section contained a hand-written exam, multiple choice questions and answers about battle tactics, leadership skills, and critical thinking. When she had to fill out her health record forms, she labeled herself as a half-breed dragon, in order to explain about her horns, wings, and tail. The second and third sections of the examination were physical, containing performance and quality skills which would determine which grade level was fit for the individual's attendance at the academy. Class A was the highest and accumulated the most intelligent students and Class E consisted of the lowest.
The bodyguard passed her examinations with very high scores in all of the sections though she humbly rejected to be placed in the Senior Class A section, confusing her proctors whom had applauded and admired her. They wondered and asked her why she did not want to be among the Senior Class A since the Class A was something every student dreamed of getting into. When the bodyguard gave them the best, reasonable explanation she could think of, the proctors finally gave in and placed her in Senior Class B. Transfer students had a choice whether to begin attending the academy right away or waiting to start on a fresh, new week. But their work and duty as a FAS student had to be caught up on their own time and responsibility. Several students were eager to begin and others wanted to celebrate their success first. The bodyguard began classes on the day she took the examination. She wore the senior school uniform (gold and burgundy) but covered a cape and hood on her back. She hid her wings and tails underneath. She walked alone; quietly. Several students exchanged looks at the sight of her presence while others smiled at her, expecting a smile in return. The woman looked straight ahead to where she was headed towards, not even turning to smile. She was three days early before her mission actually began. She planned to familiarize herself with the school grounds and its many hidden passageways interiorly and exteriorly. Within a full day, she quickly learned all the rumors about the famous students attending FAS and which groups/organizations they were affiliated with. The one that caught most of her attention were the female only groups, especially the one with the title labeled Fellowship of the Phoenix Goddess (FPG). The proctors that watched and tested the bodyguard told staff and faculty members of the FAS about her examination scores. Soon, the entire school knew about it and several students wanted to know who she was; envious of her wits. She was verbally insulted but no one dared touch her; after the incident when a group of Senior Class A jocks ganged up on her, attempting to strip her of her clothes. All because they wanted to see how much of a half-breed she labeled herself on her health record forms. During the incident of the fight, the princess of the Flames Kingdom appeared and ended the distraction immediately. Her noble knight by her side and drawing his sword between the boys and the bodyguard. The knight wore heavy, plated armor and a helmet to hide his face, except his dark, determined, and mysterious eyes.
The Princess of Flames had heard about a Darkness bodyguard coming to her country to help her investigate the unsolved mystery cases of the missing students at FAS. She was aware that the bodyguard would arrive earlier than requested. She had a strong feeling that the transfer student standing before her was the Darkness bodyguard but she did not want to embarrass herself in front of her people if she were wrong. Politely, she made a respected bow to the transfer student and apologized for the boys' troublesome actions. All around her, FAS students of all classes, were kneeling with their heads lowered to the ground. The general's voice echoed through the bodyguard's mind, 'You will greet her majesty as you do ours'. Exhaling slowly and quietly, she turned her back to the boys, the princess, and her so-called noble knight, and walked off the school premises. When she reached the small motel she was staying in, the old landlord kindly greeted her, “Miss Winters, how was your first day at school?”
Winters was her alias name for this particular mission. She did not respond to the old woman but walked upstairs to her room. There was a bed but she did not disturb the sheets or pillows. She did not sleep lying down. The meals the landlord offered, the bodyguard did not touch. She did not eat food anyway. “Maybe she feels homesick,” the landlord said to herself, blowing out the candlelight she had lit to find her way to her own room. Crawling into bed and pulling the sheets up to her chin, she spoke to the empty, dark room before falling asleep, “I wonder if there is anything I can do to help.”
Two days before the mission actually began and already there was a banquet at a professor's mansion. Every class grade and level received an invitation. A week from now, all the students, mostly the females were busying themselves through the markets for an unique dress to impress. During lunch break, the Flame Princess found the new transfer student, sitting alone under a lonesome oak tree, hiding in the shade from the heat. The princess suspected this transfer student was not a true blood of the Flames country because of the way she acted in the environment; always in the shade, avoiding the heat, either way she was definitely not from the Flames generation. As expected, the transfer student did not stir nor look up to kindly greet the Princess. Inspired by the hooded cape, the Flame Princess wore one today as she greeted the transfer student. “How are you liking it here at FAS?” the Princess asked, lifting off her hood, as a sign of etiquette mannerism and as she approached the transfer student, many onlookers looked in their direction. A senior Class A boy, affiliated with a group abbreviated F4 (Flames 4), walked angrily up to the transfer student, consuming a flame thrower in his fist.
“It is dishonorable and disrespectful to not greet her majesty in her presence. Who do you think you are, half-breed?” the boy spat down on the grass, near where the transfer student sat, cross-legged.
“Jared,” the Princess stepped in front of him, “it's quite all right, she's not accustomed to our--” she gave him a weak smile but he ignored it.
“No, your majesty, it is not all right. Not one bit. Your majesty cannot let trash like this walk all over you.” Suddenly, it all happened too quickly, another member of the F4 gently grabbed the Princess out of the way as Jared, the leader of the group continued to spat nasty words at the transfer student. “If you do not apologize right this minute and bow before her majesty, I will make you eat this flame ball,” Jared threatened her. A crowd had formed which was what caught the professor's eye (the professor who was hosting a banquet at his mansion a week from now). When the Princess screamed, the professor was already down the stairs and onto the courtyard, in between the transfer student and Jared. Though he was too late to stop the first attack, he managed to diminish Jared's trump card by gripping the boy's wrist firmly. “This type of behavior will neither be allowed on school grounds and most likely not in the presence of her majesty,” the professor warned both of them. He had drawn out a stern hand to hold against the transfer student's shoulder as she stood in place. Though he did not have to place a spell on her, she seemed to know what to do.
The attack did not physically harm the transfer student though it did singed the bottom tip of her cape. The smell of burnt fabric trailed with her as she left the school grounds and back to the small motel. As she entered, she found the old landlord greeting her as always with a warm and gentle smile. The landlord stood hesitant for a moment, sniffing the air, “Is something burning?” she asked, looking all around the student. When the student made no response, the landlord spoke again and this time begged the student not to leave. “Miss Winters, I know that it must be hard for you to live in an unfamiliar place, far away from home.” She fell silent for several minutes, catching her breath before continuing. “It is hard for all of us, especially when your own child does not remember his mother.” Miss Winters, the new transfer student, was puzzled but did not display it, the woman broke into tears but managed to continue her story. “Come here,” the old landlord gestured to Miss Winters to follow her into her office. In the dusty cabinets, she pulled out large photo albums and opened the covers. She began to affectionately touch the baby photos with her fingers. Each page, each photo was of an infant, the same boy; presumably the landlord's son. “My son, my only son. The army took him away when he turned seven. Crossed the lava sea and fought countries after countries. When they finally came home, he could not, for the life of him, he could not remember who his mother was.” She was chocking up her tears now but Miss Winters ignored her cries. Instead she studied the infant's facial and bodily characteristics. “He lives among the royals, who take very good care of him; better care than I could have ever given him. I have heard good news about him and his health.”
Miss Winters, the transfer student, or most likely known as 4, the Darkness bodyguard, disliked being in a room where a woman weeped. She had no idea how to comfort someone who weeped. Though she did her best to listen attentively with on ear, until the landlord began interrogating her about her personal life. The old landlord looked at the school uniform Miss Winters still wore and spoke with a skeptical tone of voice, “You look too old for a senior student.”
“And you are too old to be crying your eyes out,” Miss Winters finally spoke up and the empty room was filled with only the landlord's laughter.
“Crying does not decide age, my dear. It is not better to keep it all in here,” she advised, pointing to the left of her chest, where her heart could be seen pounding against her bosom. “When in doubt, you need to talk to someone, I'll always be here.” With that said, she gathered the photos of her son and put them away, neatly and carefully. “I hope tomorrow comes a better day for you, for all of us.” She waved a good night to the student and walked off into her room to rest for the night. Before departing, the student looked out the window, thinking she had heard something in the distance but the full moon glowed brightly from behind the dark clouds.
The Phoenix Goddess
The sacrificial ritual took place fourteen miles east from the FAS, within a small abandoned cave. The sacrificial item was a human being, female and a volunteered member of the FPG. There were candles and torches lit and held, the rest of the members wore dark cloaks, standing in a circle around a flat, stoned but raised platform. They were chanting in unison a chorus as two more cloaked members emerged from a dark corner, dragging a whimpering girl with them. The girl was blindfolded and muffled with duct tape across her mouth. Her arms and legs were tied together as she squirmed for freedom and tried to scream but her pleas could not be heard. Tears of fear began flowing down her hot cheeks from under the blindfold.
The group in the circle stopped chanting in unison as the girl was held down firmly on the raised platform. Then one of the members in the circular group stepped into the center and spoke, taking off her cloak. She still wore her school uniform, a senior Class B, her red curls bounced on her shoulders as she lifted her head up or turned sideways. “Members who defile the Goddess must be cleansed from their sins under her majesty's eyes and be forgiven,” she announced, revealing a gold dagger from behind her back. “As a loyal worshipper of the Phoenix Goddess, I shall take my hands and cleanse your sinful actions for the Goddess.” The girl's muffled cries stopped, her tears, breathing, and squirming suddenly ceased. The only movement about the girl was her blood trickling down from the platform and collecting into a puddle around the bottom base of the platform. The members that had held the girl down, retrieved medical scissors, tweezers, and latex gloves. They were cutting the girl's abdomen. The senior Class B student with the red curls reached into the dead girl's stomach and grabbed a delicate organ which she raised above her head, announced to the members still standing silently in a circle, “We will serve this to the new members joining the family.”
The next morning, Miss Winters left the motel early to go to the school grounds. There was a field trip to the Kingdom's courtyards to learn about the history of the arts. Several students whom lived on campus stayed in bed until the last five minutes to prepare. The professor whom was hosting the banquet at his mansion, was placed in charge for bringing the entire senior class level students to the Kingdom grounds. The Princess would be waiting for their arrival at the Kingdom's courtyard. This morning, Miss Winters was not feeling well; she had not slept well through the night. More or less likely, her lunar scythe was in the process of metamorphosis. At the school grounds, she could sense the professor staring at her, making sure that no other students approached her way and began another useless fight again. When she looked up at the professor, she saw a group of young senior and junior Class A girls surrounding him; asking about his banquet and the dresses they planned to wear. She studied his face; every edge and curve, then the photos of the old landlord's baby boy was the first thing she related the professor's facial characteristics to. She looked away, wincing at her thoughts when the professor turned to look at her. He also sensed her stare. 'Impossible,' she thought to herself. 'The old lady is crazy. Her son most likely died in the wars he fought and up to now, she still hasn't had the guts to face the truth about what really happened to her son.' Besides, it was not her mission to decipher a boy who could not remember his past.
An hour passed and all the students were packed and ready to leave. The professor in the lead, led the way, a shortcut to the Kingdom grounds. It was an underground abandoned subway that led right up to the gates of the Kingdom. They arrived shortly within fifteen minutes of walking. Unfortunately, Miss Winters fell behind the crowd, studying and analyzing every unfamiliar thing she encountered. Lava surrounded the underground tunnel so it was best to walk quickly through. All of the students did not seem to have a problem walking through the heat except for Miss Winters. The closer they walked to the Kingdom, the worse pain she endured inside her chest and head. She wore her hooded cape and some students gossiped among themselves that the half-breed transfer student was only boiling herself up by wearing the heavy cape which she refused to take off. She started to hear voices in her mind, not the students' but a menacing and haunting voice. Her breathing became heavy as she tried to ignore the voice. 'This is my home. They hated me...' the voice was saying over and over again like a broken record. Miss Winters' chest began to burn and since she was caught up dealing with her chest pains, she did not notice the professor by her side, helping her to stand. She wanted to push him away but did not have the energy to. She was sweating up to the point where her sweat would drip down into her eyes and sting her pupils. When they reached the end of the tunnel, the rest of the students were already entering the gates of the Kingdom. Miss Winters had regained her strength and the menacing voice in her mind disappeared. Now, the voice she heard was the professor's, “You can die in that tunnel if you let your attention wander too long.” He warned her but with a polite smile. She did not return the friendly smile but instead pushed him away from her, leaving him behind as she caught up with the rest of the students in the crowd. His smile faded into a smirk as he mumbled under his breath, “Transfer student, my ass.”
The Princess of Flames welcomed her fellow upper classmates to her home then led the way into the courtyard, where the Professor once again, resumed his position in leading the students around the courtyard, lecturing about the ancient statues, ruins, and paintings that belonged to famous artists of the Flames country. Miss Winters wandered around the courtyard alone, where butlers and buttresses at every corner watched her every move. 'So this is what it was like for an outsider to feel when being closely watched,' she thought to herself. She stopped in front of a fountain where seven armed knights wore plated gold and burgundy armor, stood with their backs facing a beautiful marbled type of large bird. She looked down at the carved label on the base of the platform the marbled bird stood and the words imprinted in bold and capitalized letters, PHOENIX GODDESS. Yet, when she looked up at the Phoenix statue, she felt her chest burn again, only worse this time and stronger. She began to hear the same voice haunting her mind, only it was louder. She felt nauseated and her vision began to blur heavily, seeing two of one things. The knight nearest to her, unguarded his sword to his side and asked the transfer student if she was feeling all right, even though she did not look well at all. When the knight grabbed Miss Winters' shoulders from her losing balance, unfamiliar images flashed before her eyes. The haunting voice screamed and shouted, 'Don't touch me! Let me go! You cannot keep me locked up forever! Please help me! Somebody free me!' At that instant, Miss Winters pushed the knight away from her and sprinted towards the statue of the Phoenix Goddess. She attempted to smash it with her fist but her body felt as though someone had taken control of it, someone stronger than herself. The rest of the knights who were guarding the statue, wielded their swords at Miss Winters. The blades of their swords cut through the fabric cloth of her cape and sliced the surface of her skin which made her quickly regain her conscious again. When she awoke from being controlled, she was held down by sharp blades under her neck. She turned to glare at each one of the knights who glared back down at her, “You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent--” the leader of the knight commanded through gritted teeth. Miss Winters did not respond but she did not like being held down by blades. Her skeletal tail whipped out from underneath her cape, moving at lightning speed, invisible to the naked eye, it cut through the armor, gloves, and fingers of the knights who held their swords down at her. As they retreated backwards, screaming in agony of the pain, Miss Winters grabbed a sword that was abandoned by its owner and turned around, swinging it to block a spear that flew at her. The knight who threw the spear was not any of the knights who guarded the Phoenix statue and soon a crowd had already formed. There was no sign of the Professor or the Flames Princess. Miss Winters remembered the honorable knight that walked alongside the Princess and it was him now, leaping towards her.
They fought until their weapons locked among each other. Miss Winters used her tail to cut the fingers of the knight but he did not let go of his weapon. “Are you out of your mind, half-breed?” the knight addressed her. “You break that statue and more than a million people across this world will die.” The helmet he wore, made his voice low but mysteriously attractive, but Miss Winters paid no heed to it. She was wondering herself what was wrong with her. His cologne was irresistible which was what made her snort and result to where she wanted to get away from him because he was dangerous. Their bodies were so close against each other for her to kick him. She leaned most of her weight against his weapon and then sliced the surface of his neck with the sword she freed from the lock. That was when the Princess appeared, next to her noble knight. “There's been a misunderstanding. No one is at fault but the trip has been cancelled for today. Professor Pella will be waiting for you back at the school grounds.” The students groaned in unison and upset of the cancellation of the trip but they obediently obeyed the order from her majesty. As upset as they were, at least they had something to gossip about; the transfer student attempting to break the cursed statue. Her majesty ordered her butlers and buttresses to aide Miss Winters' and her noble knight's wounds though the both of them were similar when aide was requested. Both of them would refuse to be touched. Miss Winters did not return back to the school grounds but instead headed back to the small motel. Before that happened, the Princess had to a private talk with Miss Winters where she contradicted everything she had said earlier to her fellow classmates. “I know who you are,” she said sternly, glaring at Miss Winters then turning her back to the transfer student, who clutched her arm that was bleeding under her cape. “The entire school talks about you, the professors and the students altogether. Now, you dare hurt my noble knight. Didn't our agreement state we were fighting on the same team? Your actions are endangering my people. As a Princess of her country, it is my duty and responsibility to protect the people in my Kingdom from harm. If we cannot cooperate-- Hey! Wait!” The Princess had had her back facing the transfer student and didn't realize the figure walking towards the gates of the Kingdom was her. Watching from above on her balcony window, she frowned, “What a rude mongrel! I wasn't finished talking to her! I wonder if the Darkness Princess has to put up with her like this,” she asked herself.
Upon entering the small motel, the landlord had already smelled trouble from the half-breed. She had prepared a first-aid kit on the kitchen table and brought out a clear bowl of warm water. She begged the half-breed to stay be aided by the landlord. “Did you get into another fight again at school, Miss Winters?” the landlord asked knowing she would not get an answer. “It is hard to become accustomed to another country's law and environment,” she continued on, only her old, creaky voice filled the void space of the room. She unwrapped a layer of bandage from the roll provided in the case and reached over to place it on Miss Winters' wounds but the half-breed retreated away from her aide. The landlord laughed at this and then set the bandage down on the table. She proceeded to slip a dry white towel into the warm bowl of water, “You're right. I need to cleanse the bacteria off the wound first before applying a coat of bandage.” Miss Winters ignored her, looking out the open window of the kitchen room. The sun was just setting on the horizon. When the old landlord began to hum a gentle and sweet lullaby, a dragon's head, unexpectedly peered into the window. Surprised, Miss Winters looked at the dragon; her lunar scythe had completed its metamorphosis into a dragon! It was a dark metallic silver and it's spine was protruding out of the back skin revealing a grotesque appearance but what Miss Winters was more surprised about was to see how calm the landlord was upon seeing a rare and demonic looking dragon. The landlord walked over to the dragon and placed an apple in its large mouth Without turning to face Miss Winters, she spoke, gently petting the dragon's forehead, “I knew you weren't just a transfer student, Miss Winters.”
Fellowship of the Phoenix Goddess
“What is it's name?” the old landlord asked. “It is certainly different from the others that belong to this kingdom.”
“Lucifer.” The demonic-looking dragon snorted as its name was spoken of.
“Ah my, the princess finally speaks!” the landlord teased. “I'm beginning to doubt Miss Winters is your name since you do not respond to that very well.” She continued to feed the dragon, Lucifer, whole red apples. After giving Lucifer the last apple in the basket, she turned and walked over to the bowl of water. She dipped her hand inside to check if it was still warm; yes it was. She soaked the towel and twisted it damp then proceeded to wipe the dirty blood off and around the cuts on the transfer student's injured arm. But when the landlord walked back to the bowl of water to soak the dirtied towel into the bowl, there was no sign of blood on the towel or into the water. She looked at the wounds on the student's body and watched smoke float into the air. “What kind of half-breed bleeds smoke and owns a rare dragon made out of a bladed weapon?”
The next morning, the Professor who had taken the senior class on a trip to the Kingdom yesterday afternoon, came into class wearing a scarf around his neck. He claimed he had caught a terrible cold after returning to the school grounds but many students were not convinced of his excuse and spread rumors that he was having private affairs with several female staff/faculty members and that his scarf was covering something embarrassing; a hickey. Many young girls whom admired the Professor became envious and jealous by the rumors and went to investigate the truth. Today, in the courtyard of the school grounds hosted the clubs and organization fair. The transfer student did not sign up for any but showed up at the female-only organizations. The last one she attended to was the Fellowship of the Phoenix Goddess. All of the organizations she attended, whether it be the officers of the group or just members knew about who she was; the famous half-breed, intelligent transfer student. She didn't care, personally, she just wanted to solve the cases to the missing students. She had already spent a week staying at the Kingdom of Flames. She did not want to stay much longer although the mission this time did not have a specific finished time. No matter, she liked to accomplish missions as quickly as possible, without any hassles. Though this one was different, she was feeling different every time her mind had a spasm, like at the Kingdom courtyard. She would become something different, destructive, and out of hand. Something she feared about herself and only she knew about it. Something she did not want to ever have happen or let out.
As the Flames Princess spoke the truth, the new transfer student was the popular talk at the school and she had fans too consisting of both boys and girls throughout the grade levels. The Flames Princess was one of them though she would deny it every time a classmate of hers would confront her about it. The Flames Princess was indeed worried about her people's safety form the Darkness bodyguard or now known as the transfer student to the entire FAS. In order to ease her stress off of her shoulders, she sent out reinforcement ninjas to track down the Darkness bodyguard's every move and whereabouts, reporting it back to the Flames Princess. There was an even greater problem she had to face; the unsolved cases of missing students from FAS. There was another missing student from Class B who was reported missing last night. The Flames Police (knights) would find images of the missing victims already dead but their bodies nowhere to be found, no hints, no clues, no nothing for them to start searching. Though they did know little information such as the victims would be placed on a raised platform before being killed and a piece of their organ would be missing; the liver. Since there was no king or queen that ruled the Kingdom of Flames, it was up to the Flames Princess to make final decisions. She had aging suitors who wanted to take her hand in marriage and were glad to give her their guidance at decisions but she never turned to them for advice or help. The only person she gave all of her trust to was her noble knight, whom was also known as the Professor. “Where do we begin looking for the clues?” frustrated, the Flames Princess asked her noble knight.
“The bodyguard seems to have a plan.”
“Relying on her wits? Like she knows anything. This is our homeland which means only we know it best,” The Flames Princess said, making a face whenever she thought about the rude Darkness bodyguard but smiled whenever she reminisced how the bodyguard fought with the knight at the courtyard yesterday.
“You speak the truth, milady but sometimes it is best to lie back and have someone else take the lead.”
“Speaking of her, where is she?” the Flames Princess asked aloud, tapping her feet, impatiently.
The knight looked up at the Princess from aiding his own wounds. His voice was always calm when speaking to the Flames Princess and that was one of the things many girls liked about him besides his mysterious appearance. “Rest assured, there's no need to ask because we already know,” the knight said, politely. He revealed a small transmitter detector from behind his back and both of them watched as a little red dot beeped and moved on the green screen provided.
Back at the school grounds, evening had set in the clouds as the Darkness bodyguard sat among the joining members inside the empty classroom. “Miss Winters, quite the popular subject at this school, aren't you?” the President of the FPG announced, as she eyed every new member, sitting uneasily in their seats, except for Miss Winters. “Also, victorious at being the first to attempt passing the royal knight guards. If you don't mind me asking,” she began her interrogation, playing around with her red curls that hung by her shoulders, “what were you exactly trying to achieve yesterday at the kingdom courtyards?” Miss Winters did not respond nor looked up at the President. She heard a quiet radar within her cape beeping, annoyingly. She was determined to find out what it was and where it was coming from. “Miss Winters,” approaching her carefully, the President stressed the tone in her voice, addressing the unresponsive transfer student.
The leader bent over and grabbed Miss Winters' by the shoulder but was quickly counterattacked by a sharp dagger held under her chin. She was inches away from Miss Winters' red glaring eyes. When Miss Winters spoke, the President of FPG felt fear crawling into and underneath her skin. Miss Winters also had reached around and grabbed the back neck of the President and pulled her in closely to her face. “You haven't introduced yourself yet.”
“I...,” the President stuttered as she jerked her head back, trying to distance herself away from Miss Winters. From behind, the official members on the committee had stepped in to help but the President raised a hand, telling them to hold off. “I am Yamila Mustapha, President of the FPG and Senior Class B,” she said, trying to smile sweetly at the new members, then smirking at Miss Winters. “I'm glad to see our family expanding.” she stood behind a beige podium in the front of the class and asked the official officers to introduce themselves. Vice President was a Junior Class A, Galle; short, bleached straight hair and was the tallest among the officers standing in a straight line. Treasurer was Junior Class B, Darin; mid-length, straight black hair and Historian was a Junior Class A, Mira; short, brunette-haired. All of them shared the same robotic expressions and their eyes were frozen like the eyes of the Phoenix statue in the kingdom courtyards. All of them except for the President, Yamila. It almost seemed as if the rest were under a strong trance they could fight against. The next gathering was tonight, midnight inside an abandoned cave lit with meditation candles and torches for lighting and it was to celebrate the new members joining the organization. Before the meeting was adjourned, Miss Winters threw her dagger against the chalkboard where Yamila was writing the time and place of the celebration gathering. But before Yamila could return the favor, Miss Winters had already disappeared.
“Miss Winters is at the school grounds,” the noble knight said as he looked at the transmitter detector again before reverting his eyes to the dark red skies, “But it's already evening, what could you be up to?” The dot on the detector began to move off the premises of the school grounds and into the forest behind the school and near the lava mountains. The Flames Princess was sleeping soundlessly on her bed because she had been exhausted by associating herself with so many issues. The knight pulled the covers over her body and left silently.
Back at the small motel, the Miss Winters stripped her hooded cape into pieces, making sure there weren't any more transmitting devices hidden on her. She knew how and who had placed it on her in the first place, it had to be him, the noble knight of the Flames Kingdom. When their weapons had locked, somehow, he had clipped it on the interior of her cape. When she gripped Yamila's neck at the meeting, she attached the transmitter device underneath the collar of her shirt. If any questions wanted to be answered, the President of the FPG would know the answers. The landlord walked into Miss Winters' room because the door had been left propped open. She saw tiny pieces of fabric fall from the air and cooed as she raised her scrawny, wrinkly arms, trying to grab the pieces. “This is what they call confetti,” the old landlord said and smiled at Miss Winters. She walked across the small room and opened the single window. “He's a wonderful dragon to have,” she said, looking out the window for Lucifer. “But it is strange how he acts the opposite of his owner.” Miss Winters was not paying any attention to the lan
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O-Oops..i added to much to it ended uo getting cut off (the story did) NOOOOOOOOOOOO! AND I DELETED THE FUROM THAT HAD THEM ON IT! AND I DIDNT SAVE IT *despair* im sooo stupid TT_TT
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