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A group dedicated to showcasing quality literature of any kind, including fan fiction and non-English literature. We we will host contests and have a monthly theme to get your creative juices flowing.
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Founded 13 Years ago
May 5, 2011

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A Glow DimmedBitterness, inevitable. It feels like time has come for him.A long, hard-fought battle to live—eventually, it is lost.Oh, alas—the demons inside his head devoured him whole.A light that was shining brightly, now devoid of all energy…A life well-spent, the flare slowly fading away to the dark…He was a born legend—the party never died with him.A fighter who never backed down, who kept leaping forward,His illness still leaving him determined to live happily…Many more months passing by—yet he never stopped going forth.His life was fruitful and lively—the life of the party.A thrill ride with his band of brothers, under the limelight…While indeed, a break is needed, their friendship is withstanding.Life of family and love—he settled down, now chilling out.Happy dad to youthful beauties, loving husband to kind woman.But, oh noes… all inside his head, a malfunctioning brain.His inner glow was slowly dimming, such pain so persistent!His role was nearing the end, his light slowly losing energy…And yet, he still kept shining his eminence—such resilience!Surrounded by endless love, he lived and passed on joyfully…His body might have lost the war, yet he found serenity.It’s over; it’s all put to rest—his glow in the dark, dimmed for good.His glow had dimmed for real—but he, indeed, left a lasting glow.Yes, indeed… he shone brightly during his lifetime right here.Shining star that silently faded to white dwarf, life well spent.He stood out from the crowd, his eminence making such impact…There could be no one else like him; he’s indeed one of a kind.A legend lighting up many hearts; he truly glowed in the dark.
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One leg less 1. HospitalEvery time as Mida closed her eyes, she dreamed about the time before everyone she loved were dead. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Over and over was she taken back to when her worst problems were in calculus and wars was something that happened in old history clips. They had her so doped up that she was sliding in and out of sleep like falling off a cliff and then being yanked back up again when she needed more of whatever they pushed into her veins. Before her surgery, there had been a shot of something that burned like acid through her veins. That was impossible to forget as a new injection came every day. The dreams weren't that bad. It was the waking up. Before the pain hit her, there was just enough time for her to situate herself back into reality. Then she was grateful for the pain because it was so intense she couldn't think of much else. They had taken her right leg at the middle of her thigh. None of the people who took care of her looked healthy enough to really be out of bed themselves, but there they were, slipping in and out of her line of sight as she lay flat on her back under thick, heavy layers of misery and narcotics. Not much blankets though, there was no need for it at it was more than 120 degrees in the room and no air condition. Nothing but a ceiling fan that kept whirring in the ceiling, whirring through her dreams and turning into engines and bees. In a rare moment of clarity, it hit her how important it must be for them to keep her alive. There couldn't be many patients left in the hospital. There weren't very many people left at all. Mida remember Rohan kissing her feverish forehead and telling her it was over, just before they wheeled her away from him. What had been over? She'd wanted to yell out at him, but her lips hadn't been complying, and all that came was a scream, or perhaps a moaning, she had no way of telling. Then things got fuzzy, as all that mattered for a while was her missing leg. The idea that it was detached from her body, but still somewhere; in some containment unit waiting for disposal or rotting in a biohazard bag in a landfill; made it hard for her to think about anything else. It was a week of those horrible shots cutting through the painkillers they gave her for her leg before Mida finally began to spend less time dreaming about the past. By then, she'd learned that the shots were a cure for the Virus. They keep it from coming back. Mida also knew that the Virus had put a quick end to the Pan-Asian War. The war her father had gone north to stop. Keeping the Chinese from the Indian border. While others kept the Arabs away. She had a fuzzy idea of India allying itself with the old arch enemy Iran to keep the Arabs and the Chinese out. She didn't bother herself with the reasons for war though. It was her losses that were almost more than she could stand. When those things threatened to overwhelm her, she ticked off the things she know for sure. Mother was dead. She was one of the first victims of the same virus that took Mida's leg. Then her little brother Dimo had died and older brother Kyro as well. And father was gone, lost somewhere up north. Killed by the Chinese or taken to a Chinese war prisoner labour camp even farther up north, in the lands where there was always winter. Mida also knew she was lucky to escape with everything but her leg. She knew she was Mida Chandra, native of Calcutta. Orphan. One-legged. But not alone. Because she knew Rohan Baliay would come back for her. She wasn't so sure where Rohan was though. Perhaps he'd returned to Calcutta where he had his family and his business. "I need to go to Calcutta," Mida told the nurse who came in to check her bandages. "I'll need a transfer to a hospital there." The nurse regarded Mida, her hands still smoothing clean wrappings over the place where Mida's left leg used to be. Mida couldn't watch, so she focused on the elderly woman's face. The nurse looked so tired and sad and Mida wondered if she too had lost beloved ones, as she has an odd way of looking into the middle distance that made her seem haunted. "No one can leave the city," she said. "The migration is over." "Migration?" she had an opiate-fuelled image of people moving across the plains like buffalo. "Everyone left is here in Goa. No one in, no one out, you know." "But I have to get to Calcutta." she said it like it was an enchantment, a magic formula to start things happening."I think I heard that Calcutta was spared, but you can not go there. Not now, even if you were allowed. You're not well enough yet." Her heart plummeted into her stomach. "But I have to." "I’m sorry." Something about the dullness of her voice prevented Mida from arguing anymore. The old woman was right anyway. Claustrophobia washed over Mida. She was trapped in this bed, in this hospital, in this city. She turned her face as tears stung her eyes and heard the nurse push the button that gave her a refill of the drugs that sent her back into her dreams of the past. • • Rohan was going to come back for her. It would take more than a couple of weeks of his absense for Mida to believe otherwise. Then she started to figure out a way to get to him. To get to Calcutta. Stealing a car was out of the question, she couldn't drive with just one leg. So she had to be stowaway on a train or a bus or something. Because she had no money, nothing to sell. She felt around her leg where her gold bracelet with the tiny heart had used to be. Of course that was gone, someone had stolen it from her between her falling ill and waking up here to first feel around her neck to find it empty. The memory of her grandma, one of her last links to her past. Gone.Only Rohan remained. She didn't have anyone else. And the rest?Mida wanted to believe her friends were safe. That they had survived, even Maxim and Shirin, who'd been as sick as she was. She kept dreaming about it, how the Virus ate at Shirin's smooth, dark skin, and she wondered somehow if Maxim and Shirin were also somewhere in the hospital. Or if....When the nurse returned, Mida asked for her name. The woman had the syringe with its thick needle and icy blue medicine for Mida's daily shot and she looks at Mida like she suspected that Mida might be trying to distract her from using it. She’d been taking care of Mida for weeks and she was suddenly embarrassed that the younger woman didn't already know who she was. Mida turned on her good side, just enough to expose her hip, and the pain of the movement stole her breath away so that she hiccupped before she could ask again. "What’s your name?" "Drishti," she replied as she cleaned Mida's skin with alcohol. The needle felt as thick as a juice-box straw and the pain of the medicine, which Drishti had called a suppressant, seared down to join the pain of Mida's surgery site. Her left hand convulsed against the mattress as she tried to contain the pain. Drishti rubbed the injection site to make the medicine move through more quickly. Mida closed her eyes, her brain desperately trying to segregate her right side from the waist down, as if it could cordon off all the pain and leave the rest of her body in peace. "How many more of those shots do I need?" "One a day," Drishti said. "Every day. I’m sorry." "For how long?" "Forever. That’s what they’re saying, anyway. Makes you feel any better, we all get it." The pain was easing. Mida couldn't think about forever right now. "Drishti, I think I might had someone here, in the hospital." "What do you mean?" Mida began telling she believed she had friends here, but then she hesitated. Drishti might not care about helping Mida find her friends. "My cousins. I think they were brought here when I was." Drishti's focus shifts from her usual middle distance to her patient's face. "What's their names?" For a second, Mida couldn't remember their last name and panic settled in her belly, constricting her lungs. She closed her eyes and inhaled, the way her mother had taught her - then the information was there. "Maxim and Shirin Aayansha." "I'll see what I can find, but I cannot promise you anything. You know how it is these days," Drishti said as she made a note on her clipboard. Mida didn't but she said nothing about that and she watched as Drishti took the silver tray of syringes, and left Mida alone with the whirring fan and her claustrophobia, stuck in her bed instead of walking the halls looking for her friends....
Vanguard: Pilot EpisodeEXT. ALIEN PLANET - FOREST - NIGHT A group of humanoid aliens are silently marching. They have purplish grey skin and antenna's. They are nervously wandering through a forest. They shiver when they hear noises. Suddenly a burning slashing sound is heard, they look in horror to see a tree falling down, a cauterized stump where it once stood. The assailant was a demon wearing black spiky armor wielding a glowing red sword with blood red eyes. Various creatures and monsters loom behind him. He points his sword commanding them to attack. The aliens run for their lives as the monsters chase them, they panic and run to a cliff where they see massive black ships blasting the burning cities. The aliens were huddling at the edge of the cliff. A little alien girl is cowering with her parents. The demon jumps out of the forest and lands in front of them shaking the ground. He orders his minions to finish them off. Suddenly the black ships explode and someone lands in front of the aliens creating a massive cloud of dust. The smoke clears revealing a warrior in blue tokusatsu style armor with a broadsword, COMMANDER BLUE - JAKE CANNON. The demon and his minions look worried while the aliens were confused. The demon sends his minions. Commander Blue activates his sword causing it to be immersed a pure white fire. Commander Blue slices and cuts the attacking monsters and their bodies would burst into white flames. Once his minions were dead he charges towards the Commander Blue. Commander Blue stabbed him through the chest. Beat. The demon screamed in fury as he burst into white flames. He flailed his body about before disintegrating into ash. Now that the enemies were dead he turns towards the aliens who were still terrified. Commander Blue gets on one knee and gestures them to come to him. They are too scared to move till the little alien girl moves slowly and cautiously towards him. She timidly takes his hand and realizing he was not going to hurt them they gather around. A loud explosion is heard behind them as more of the city was destroyed. Visibly distraught Commander Blue opens a blue portal and leads the aliens through it. EXT. NEXUS CITY - MORNING They all find themselves in a massive city built inside a giant metal dome. The buildings were mostly square shaped with slightly bluish gray tint to them. In the center was a massive pillar with a giant glowing orb in its center - The Core of Nexus City. The artificial sky changed from a dark morning black to an early morning blue. The refugees stood in awe of the metropolis. Approaching them were various sentient beings - sapients- offering blankets, food and warm drinks. The alien girl looked up at Commander Blue with wide eyes. COMMANDER BLUE Welcome to Nexus City. Home of the Vanguard! INT. JAMES APARTMENT - NEXUS CITY - MORNING JAMES CASTAWAY (18) a young tanned skinned man with a gymnast body was sleeping in the starfish position, with his brown shaggy hair covering the upper part of his face. His room was modest and clean and was filled with objects from his travels (many of them are pop culture references), as well as Vanguard inspirational posters. In another room was ALLOWISH SNOW (10) a slim pale little girl with long white hair and mouse ears was sleeping in the fetus position. Her room was pale and cute with Vanguard inspirational posters and stuffed animals. They wake up at the same time feeling groggy. They are dazed at first before they collectively gasped in their rooms. JAMES/SNOW It's today! They both rush out of bed in their pajamas and run into each other in the halls. JAMES/SNOW It's today. They rushed about the apartment in perfect synchronicity, Snow got herself cleaned up for the event while James made breakfast (still in his pajamas). After cleaning herself up Snow put on her clothes, a white dress with hiking sandals and a shining red cape. The breakfast was eggs, bacon and slices of bread. When James was done cooking he placed the meal on the table and went to clean himself up. Snow sat down to eat. JAMES (O.S.) Snow did you use all the hot water? SNOW I wanted to look good for today. JAMES (O.S.) They are not going to care about that kind of thing. SNOW Couldn't hurt. Some time later the two are ready to go. James was now dressed in cargo pants, army boots, a brown leather jacket and an aviator hat with goggles. He went into his walk-in closet which had an assortment of swords in addition to other weapons, tools and his clothes. JAMES Now which sword today? AH! He picks a broadsword with a hilt that looks like an outstretched bird with a emerald in it's center. JAMES Thornes Talon! A legendary blade wielded by the hero-king Thorne during his battle against the demon king... SNOW (O.S.) James we got to go! JAMES Coming! James sheathes the sword. He passes by the kitchen and quickly shoves some food in his mouth. INT. NEXUS CITY - APARTMENT - GARAGE They head to the apartment's garage where an assortment of vehicles across many dimensions (many based on famous videos from pop culture) are parked, safely encased in energy cubes. He reaches for his badge - an device resembling a iPhone - and pointed it at an energy cube. In it is a hover bike with a side-car. They get in and fly out. As James flies around the city more of the strange inhabitants of the city are seen out and about. The Vanguard title appears with Nexus city as a backdrop, the theme song starts playing. As it plays a montage happens, the city is being seen through a birds-eye view as it pans around the various buildings. Most building were the aforementioned architecture but there were multiple buildings from many different dimensions. This created a multitude of buildings from different worlds, cultures and time periods. The panning stops at a floating sphere that acted like a stoplight. In the early morning traffic was a 18th century carriage being ridden by a steampunk robot, parked next to a triceratops being ridden by a caveman. They were passed a floating sci-fi car and a giant dragonfly.The alien refugees from earlier are given a tour of the city. They "oohed" and "awed" everything they saw. The little girl saw James and Snow and waves giddily. They wave back as they fly about. EXT. VANGUARD ACADEMY - NEXUS CITY - MORNING By now the music has stopped. James parked his vehicle, outside a great white building in neoclassical architecture - Vanguard Academy. Walking inside was a plethora of various sapient from across the dimensions. While the masses go inside James and Snow go into a back entrance. The entrance is guarded by two large horned humanoid beings (a red one and a blue one). They glare at James before he shows them his badge and is let in. INT. WAITING ROOM - VANGUARD ACADEMY - MORNING James leaves Snow alone so he can talk to the commanders. Snow sits in the room feeling nervous. She sees many other potential candidates all looking much more qualified then her. One was a amazon woman wearing a leather bikini showing off her washboard abs, she was holding a battle axe that looked as heavy as Snow. She smiled and waved at Snow and Snow awkwardly waved back. Another was a masked warrior wearing black leather clothes armed with a giant machete. He seemed to glare at Snow judgementally. A propaganda video was playing on a nearby screen. It has Commander Blue holding the Vanguard flag. PROPAGANDA VIDEO The Omniverse… Showing various spheres each one have an exotic world in it. PROPAGANDA VIDEO The totality of existence, the infinite dimensions are a source of infinite wonders, but also infinite dangers. Shows dark silhouettes of demons with glowing red eyes. PROPAGANDA VIDEO The Empire of Argus, the empire of evil. A race of colonizers devoted to spreading destruction and misery across all of existence. Only we the Vanguard... Commander Blue is seen along with nine other warriors all with similar tokusatsu armors. PROPAGANDA VIDEO Lead by our illustrious Commanders... The Commanders raise their arms showing off hi-tech watches. PROPAGANDA VIDEO Wielding their mighty Aegis's can stand against them. Join the Vanguard and make the Omniverse a kinder, safer place for all sentient life. It shows multiple variants of humans and alien species holding hands. A slug-like being came in holding a tablet. SLUG SECRETARY (Loud gurgling noise) SNOW I'm Allowish Snow. The Slug secretary gestures her to follow them. The two other recruits stared. AMAZON How did she know what it was saying. The machete man shrugged his shoulders. INT. MEETING ROOM - VANGUARD ACADEMY - MORNING Snow found herself at the end of a long mahogany table with an ever optimistic James standing beside her. The table had all ten commanders on the sides as well as a anthropomorphic lion in a fancy suit as well as a cross shaped scar on his forehead that went down to his eye - LORD COMMANDER BRONZE - REGULUS BRAVE. BRAVE So James Castaway you are here to formally request that your ward Allowish Snow be allowed to take part in missions? Is that Correct? JAMES Yes, Commanders I have argued my case and know that she has great potential that can be used for the betterment of the omniverse. BRAVE You ARE aware that your ward is only ten years old? JAMES So what? Jake was only ten when he became a commander and I was ten when he took me on missions with him. Commander Blue nodded approvingly. A fair-skinned blonde woman wearing a doctors suit - COMMANDER WHITE - ASHLEY SILVER. ASHLEY Jake was a once in a century superheroing wunderkind. And the beneficiary to some very fortuitous circumstances. It is an unfair standard to imitate. You yourself James had... special conditions which allowed you to take part. James rubs his chest where his heart would be. Sitting disinterested was a ripped anthropomorphic eagle COMMANDER YELLOW - ZEUS. ZEUS What does this one do again? A lanky old man in green hazmat suit with wild white hair and beard and steampunk goggles - COMMANDER GREEN - DAEDALUS HOOVER. HOOVER Allowish Snow possesses the meta ability to alter and mold any solid inorganic matter around her. Zeus was blinking not really understanding. To demonstrate Snow tried using her powers on a glass for the water jug in the center of the table. Her eyes glowed white as the glass stretched and distorted its shape. When she was done the glass was in an almost artistic shape. Snow gasped the ability having drained her stamina, James affectionately rubbed her back. A warrior wearing similar armor to Commander Blues, but his was red and was more samurai-esque - COMMANDER RED - KUSANAGI SMIRNOVA. KUSANAGI An impressive ability. But one she cannot fully utilize yet. It would be foolish to send her out before she is fully trained. BRAVE Perhaps we should take into account her academics. Commander Grey, how is her education going? Sitting on the table with his feet propped up was a young Asian man wearing a tank top and cargo pants with large headphones as well as bandages around his mouth. He wasn't listening. BRAVE Commander Grey? KAI! COMMANDER GREY - KAI MAGATAMA. KAI Well, she doesn't seem to have any weaknesses but she doesn't have any strengths either. The other commanders started muttering amongst themselves. KAI Come on she has only been training for six months, I'm not sure what your expecting. They can't all be prodigies. COMMANDER BLUE People, people we are overcomplicating the situation. The answer is simple. A quick test in the simulator, if she passes she will be given full membership into the Vanguard, if not she will have to take additional training. Agreed? The other commanders mutter before agreeing. James offers Snow a congratulatory thumbs up. Snow gulps nervously. INT. SIMULATOR ROOM - NEXUS CITY - MORNING She finds herself in a dark temple arena of sorts. Snow looked around till she saw a small glowing red orb materialize in front of her. SNOW Huh is that it? I was expecting something... Suddenly bricks from the temple are pulled out and drawn to the orb. They orbit around it an almost cube shape. The orb let out a "roar". SNOW Hard. Outside the commanders and James watch the fight via a large screen, each with various expressions. James was super nervous and Commander Blue noticing it rubbed his back supportively. The orb was throwing bricks that Snow would dodge. She would also use her powers to change the bricks. She would turn the bricks into sand, or bubbles or muck. She turns one of the projectiles into a glass brick. The brick hits her and she falls to ground groaning. The orb rearranges the bricks to form a mallet and was ready to crush the disoriented child. Snow activated her powers and held the mallet in place trying to transmute the mallet, she was steadily turning the mallet into smoke brick by brick. But the strain of her powers was too much for her and her nose starts to bleed. Unable to maintain it she falls unconscious with the mallet crushing her. She exploded into a cloud of zeroes and ones. The words "game over" appeared on the screen. Displeased the commanders leave. It is revealed that Snow is in a large machine resembling a lotus pod, she was unconscious in the machine and a peg shaped drone, using its tentacles to take her somewhere to get looked at. INT. MEDICAL WARD - NEXUS CITY - AFTERNOON Snow wakes up in a hospital bed with Ashley Silver watching over her muttering medical notes while writing on a notepad. SNOW Commander White? ASHLEY Commander White sounds so pretentious. Just call me Miss. Silver. SNOW (Depressed) I failed didn't I. ASHLEY Yes you did. But don't worry, we are all just glad you are OK sweetie. COMMANDER BLUE (O.S.) Why didn't you go after the core? It was revealed that James and Commander Blue were outside waiting for her. James was visibly relieved while Commander Blue was harder to discern. COMMANDER BLUE Everyone knows when dealing with an adversary like that you have to go for the core. SNOW Really, everyone knows? Dealing with floating rock monsters is common for you people? JAMES There is a reason it was a beginner course. COMMANDER BLUE I am simply pointing out that your powers are limited you need to learn to make the most of it. JAMES Come on if you put her in the simulator again... COMMANDER BLUE I'm sorry James. But the conditions were clear. Snow failed the test and in so doing proven what I suspected. That she is not ready for missions. SNOW Seriously! You were LEADING missions when you were my age! COMMANDER BLUE In the words of Mark Twain "Comparison is the death of joy". SNOW Who's Mark Twain? COMMANDER BLUE Samuel Clemens, know by his pen name Mark Twain. Was an American author most known for his stories "Huckleberry Finn" and "Tom Sawyer"... ASHLEY Jake! Now is not the time for Jeopardy. COMMANDER BLUE Sorry. The point is the life of a vanguardian is a marathon not a sprint. Take your time do your best and I know you will do great things. Till then, get your rest. Now if you'll excuse me I have duties to fulfill. ASHLEY I need to get to my rounds now, feel free to call me if you need me sweetie. Ashley left to do her job. Snow slumps onto the bed. SNOW Well that is it. Looks like more training. JAMES Don't be like that. SNOW (Curls up moodily) This was a dumb idea from the start. I'm just some orphan girl with a few magic tricks. It was stupid to think I could be a hero of the omniverse. JAMES (Strokes her back affectionately) Don't let it get to you. Every great hero in the omniverse started out as nothing more then what you are now. Tell you what. I am going to do some recruitment work this afternoon, how would you like to join me? SNOW I thought I wasn't allowed to do missions? That was the whole point of the test? JAMES You can't go as an OFFICIAL member of Vanguard. But you can come along as an observer. Besides I am not planning on doing anything dangerous. SNOW That doesn't sound right. JAMES Yeah I am technically going behind the commanders back on this one. Now come on, what do you say? SNOW (Stands in bed eagerly) Alright I'll do it! I will show them all. I will become a member of Vanguard, then a Commander of Vanguard then SUPREME COMMANDER of Vanguard. JAMES (Ruffles her hair playfully) Walk before you run kid. Walk before you run. INT. NEXUS CITY - NEXUS STATION James and Snow head to building that resembles a hi-tech version of grand central station. In it various sapients were awaiting to use giant rings to go to whatever dimension they need to. Members of Vanguard were given a special less crowded area to do there jobs. Not only was it less crowded but it had some more luxuries like a food stall and sitting areas. James went to the dispatcher to get the coordinates set. The badge was placed into a machine and the coordinates were set in. The dispatcher was a Hispanic human male. DISPATCHER OK, ehhh, Since only James is an official member of Vanguard, ehhh, he will have the badge. The badge, ehhh, will have two charges, ehhh, one for to get there and one to get back, ehhh, so use them wisely. James nodded. JAMES Ready? SNOW Ready! James activates the portal function on the badge. They leap through the portal. EXT. KINGDOM OF BRIGHTSTONE - FOREST - AFTERNOON They find themselves in a temperate rainforest. They wander about the woods. From an opening in the trees they see floating boulders in the sky. Snow gasps in awe while James is dismissive of the sight. JAMES You've seen one floating landmass you have seen them all. They walk through the forest. SNOW So where are we actually going? JAMES Our new allies the kingdom of Brightstone. I am sure we will find someone there. SNOW Like who? A dashing knight? A heroic rouge? A powerful mercenary? JAMES Not sure I will know them when I see them. Snow looks at him dryly. SNOW Seriously? Your a talent scout? Don't you have some sort of talent seeking device or something? JAMES Talent is too liberal a term for a device like that to work. SNOW Maybe some sort of machine that detects people with super powers? JAMES Super powers don't automatically make someone a hero. SNOW Maybe a crystal ball that seeks out heroes or something? JAMES You have to know precisely what you are looking for to use scrying devices. SNOW So your plan is to just walk into a kingdom and hope to just run into a hero? JAMES That's my modus operandi. SNOW (groans) I wouldn't have come if I knew you were really THAT naïve. I mean do you honestly think that this worlds savior will just pop out of the bushes right now? Not far from them a young man with freckles and messy strawberry blonde hair was on a white steed galloping through the woods - ISHMAEL BRIGHTSTONE (18). ISHMAEL Yah, Yah! Go Spirit go! Suddenly they burst through bushes to see James and Snow. James stands protectively in front of a frightened Snow. Ishmael panics and stops his horse. ISHMAEL Wow, steady girl, steady! Ishmael tries to stay balanced but fell of his horse. The horse rushes back to where she came from. ISHMAEL Hey, Spirit come back! Spirit! Spirit! (Falls to his knees depressed) James pats him on the back. JAMES Sorry about your horse. We can go after her if you want? ISHMAEL It's fine. Brightstone horses are trained to return to the castle, she'll be fine on her own. (mutters under his breath) Father always said the horses had more brains then me. (He notices James and Snow) Stupid, stupid, stupid. I haven't introduced myself. I am Prince Ishmael Brightstone, fourth son of King Magellan Brightstone. JAMES I am James Castaway, this is my ward Allowish Snow. ISHMAEL Your child, I couldn't help but notice... are those rat ears? SNOW Mouse ears! These are mouse ears! ISHMAEL Sorry, sorry I meant no offence milady. So what brings you to these woods fair travelers? JAMES We are talents scouts for the Vanguard. ISHMAEL What is this Vanguard? SNOW Here we go. James activates his badge's hologram app, it showed a sphere with various images. JAMES The Vanguard is a interdimensional organization of heroes devoted to the wellbeing of all life. Including but not limited too abolitionism, environmentalism, conservationism... ISHMAEL Oh now I remember your that group of oddities that are trying to... Listen forgive me but I have to go now, I am on a great quest. JAMES A quest! Do tell! ISHMAEL Princess Nicostrata Von Dragonkin has been kidnapped by the Goblin King, Lord Zelzar. He is holding her hostage in his castle of Skyforge. And I as her fiancée am going to rescue her! James eyes were sparkling from the tale while Snow was more skeptical. SNOW So you are a prince on a journey to rescue a princess from an evil wizard. ISHMAEL Yes, I just explained that. SNOW In a weirdly expositional manner too. You have to admit it does sound like a cliché? JAMES I know isn't it wonderful? You have got to let us come with you. ISHMAEL/SNOW Pardon me?/Say What now? JAMES It would be an honor to accompany you on such a heroic quest. ISHMAEL Errrrr… sure. I need all the help I can get. SNOW What? ISHMAEL Lets us go forward brave adventurers. Ishmael headed deeper into the woods while James eagerly followed. Snow followed but much more reluctantly. SNOW What are we doing now? JAMES This is the perfect chance to see if he Vanguard material. Ishmael is walking on a log he almost slips on some moss but corrects himself. SNOW Really? Him? JAMES I can feel it in my heart. He taps his chest. SNOW Seriously that is what you are going with? JAMES Hey I felt the same way when I found you. He taps her nose affectionately. SNOW If the commanders find out you put me in danger... JAMES Don't worry I have a charge on my badge. I can send you home if things go sideways. Besides can you honestly say you weren't hoping to go on a real adventure? SNOW You always know just what to say. But if I die I am haunting you. They head off to catch up with Ishmael. EXT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - AFTERNOON A black castle located on a floating rock overlooking a cliff. An enchantment causes black thunderous clouds to surround the place. INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - DINNING HALL - AFTERNOON The dining hall is a balcony overlooking the dark clouds, the goblins eat, drink and perform acts of debauchery. A pale slender woman with long blue hair and a dragon tattoo on her left shoulder is being dragged by goblins soldiers that only reached up to her waist. Other goblins would laugh at her She was bruised and emaciated and wearing a tattered dress but still managed to have a defiant air - NICOSTRATA VON DRAGONKIN. Sitting at the end on a throne of black wood was a tall human wearing black armor and a purple robe, his face obscured by a helmet, armed with a long black scepter with a ruby at the top - LORD ZELZAR. Behind him was a massive quadruped dragon with dark green scales and an iron necklace with a ruby in its center. She is thrown at his feet. ZELZAR Another escape attempt? When will you learn your place woman? NICOSTRATA I am the heir to kingdom of Dragonkin. I will not be cowed by slave to Dis. Zelzar is angered by her insolence and bangs his staff on the ground using his ice magic to send a cold wave across the room. The goblins trembled while the dragon remained stoic. Nicostrata is unrepentant. NICOSTRATA You can't kill me. You need me alive. ZELZAR You think I don't know that woman? It is my plan! My plan is too hold you hostage and force your parents to surrender to the kingdom of Dis. And Dis will then grant sovereignty to my goblin kingdom! The goblins cheered. NICOSTRATA You are a fool putting your faith in that decaying kingdom. Dis is collapsing under the weight of its own corruption there is no way they will follow through with their promise. Zelzar's anger triggered his magic causing a wave of cold wind to be expelled from his body. ZELZAR I will not discuss politics with a prisoner! NICOSTRATA And I will not be degraded anymore. She points her hand at the dragon. NICOSTRATA Noble beast. You are a holy animal to my people. The blood of your kind flows through my veins. I beseech you aid. The red glow of the dragons eyes seemed to dim, then the amulet glowed and the dragons eyes changed back to red. ZELZAR Stupid inbred. The amulet is charged with my power. Now take her to the dungeon to be tortured. She will pay for her insolance. The goblins dragged her off kicking and screaming. NICOSTRATA You won't get away with this! One way or another I am getting out of this castle! The doors slammed shut on her. ZELZAR Now my subjects rejoice for our kingdom is within our grasp and no one can stop us! The goblins are cackle manically, revealing in their premature victory. EXT. KINGDOM OF BRIGHTSTONE - FOREST - AFTERNOON Ishmael, James and Snow found themselves at a cliff. SNOW Now what? ISHMAEL Don't worry! For you see fair travelers I am an aspiring sorcerer. And with my blade! (draws a posh rapier) I shall harness fire to cut this tree thereby creating a bridge. Ishmael squats down and tries to harness his magic through his sword, he ends up making a constipation sound. JAMES So his sword is his conduit. SNOW Conduit? JAMES Right, you aren't old enough for occult studies. The official explanation for magic is the use of bio-energy or the energy within to alter the world around them. To do this they need an object to channel their energy into. You know things like wands, scepters, medallions... Ishmael groans as his magic was activated causing the sword to become engulfed in a great pillar of flame. ISHMAEL It's working! Its actually working! The flames melt the sword till only a charred handle remains. Beat SNOW Do you have any other types of magic? Like teleportation, or levitation or something to make us a bridge? ISHMAEL Sorry all I know is fire magic. JAMES Don't feel bad. Pyromancy is a very special gift. Hey Snow think you can help us. SNOW I'll try! Her eyes glow white as she focuses on some rocks on the cliff. The rocks stretched till it reached the other side. Snow fell unconscious after she used her power. James picked her up and carries her piggyback style. Now James and Ishmael were walking across Snow's makeshift bridge. ISHMAEL What kind of magic was that? JAMES It wasn't magic is was a meta- ability. A super power. ISHMAEL What's the difference? JAMES Well magic is something that can be learned or taught while meta abilities are acquired either through some sort of lab accident or a glitch in genetics. ISHMAEL So where did she get her powers? JAMES Some people are just... born different. They continue to walk. EXT. KINGDOM OF BRIGHTSTONE - FLOATING FIELDS - AFTERNOON They step out of the woods and into the fields, the fields were wide open plains with floating rocks in the sky. By now Snow had woken up. ISHMAEL Young lady are you OK? SNOW I am fine, I'll just walk it off. They see Skyforge castle in the distance surrounded by dark clouds. ISHMAEL Well friends we are here. Now to find a way into the castle. JAMES I know of a way to unleash a great rainbow bridge. To use it we must first gather six magical orbs. The first orb is located in the mines of... SNOW Or we could just ask those guys? Snow points to an army of medieval soldiers and airships, thus explaining how they got there before them. ISHMAEL Oh no THEY are here. INT. ROYAL TENT - FLOATING FIELDS In a gaudy tent three princes were seen planning an attack. A soldier comes in. SOLDIER Your majesties. Fourth prince Ishmael has appeared with his companions. HEOROT Let them in. James, Snow and a very reluctant Ishmael enter the tent. There was a young man in ostentatious clothes with long strawberry blonde hair and a goatee with a handlebar mustache - HEOROT BRIGHTSTONE. Next was a massive man in fancy body armor, with long strawberry blonde hair covering his upper face leaving only his cleft chin exposed - BELVEDERE BRIGHTSTONE. The last was gangly man with messy strawberry blonde hair and coke bottle glasses - EDUARD BRIGHTSTONE. ISHMAEL Meet my brothers.... HEOROT (Steps in front of Ishmael) I am Heorot Brightstone first in line to the throne. You peasants have permission to kiss my royal fingers. James and Snow stare at his overly manicured hands with gaudy jewelry. JAMES I'll pass. SNOW Yeah I just ate. BELVEDERE Me Belvedere. Me second son. Me strongest. EDUARD And I am Eduard Brightstone, third son of Magellan, and kingdoms greatest scholar. I am also a renowned, physician, poet, philosopher and... uhm does that servant girl have rat ears? SNOW Mouse ears! JAMES I take it you are here to rescue the princess? HEOROT Of course. We couldn't leave the mission to our loser of a brother. BELVEDERE Ishmael weak. Ishmael fail. We will do good. JAMES Now hold on. Ishmael is a great and powerful wizard. The three brothers blink for a moment before bursting into laughter. EDUARD Him a great wizard? The court jester does better magic tricks. Ishmael is depressed. JAMES He knows fire magic? BELVEDERE Only fire. Nothing else. Completely useless. EDUARD Statistically speaking a box of matches could do his job. Ishmael hangs his head, Snow pats his back. JAMES Look Ishmael explained everything on the way over. I know we need to rescue the princess or the Kingdom of Dragonkin will surrender to its enemy Dis. HEOROT Bah I could care less about the pissing contest between those two kingdoms. When I save the princess she will come to her senses and marry me and produce my beautiful heirs. Ishmael gets red faced. ISHMAEL She doesn't want to marry you. At the ball she chose ME to be her husband not you. EDUARD The only feasible explanation was that she had too much to drink. BELVEDERE She drunk. No other reason. Ishmael was visibly angry. James noticed that literal steam was coming off him, a result of his fire magic going haywire. SNOW If you three were the alternative its no wonder she chose Ishmael. Everyone in the tent gasped, except the soldier who snorted in laughter. Heorot furiously drew his sword. HEOROT You dare raise your voice against me peasant? He was about to strike her with his sword when James grabbed the sword and held it in place. JAMES ENOUGH! At the end of the day an innocent woman is being held against her will. And she needs us to rescue her. James lets go of the sword causing Heorot to fall to the ground. HEOROT Fine whatever. We just need to get rid of the wizard. I wish that charlatan was here right here, right now. ZELZAR Wish granted! The dragon used his wing to knock the tent over revealing Zelzar floating in the air. The soldiers charged towards the dragon but he knocked them about with flicks of his wings and tail. Zelzar floats to the ground and Heorot points his sword at Zelzar. HEOROT I am the firstborn son of King Magellan and you heathen will do as I... Zelzar blasts his feet with ice magic causing him to panic and drop his sword. Zelzar kept firing at him and he ran in a very undignified manner pushing aside nearby soldiers. Ishmael picked up his discarded sword. ISHMAEL Taste my flame dark one! Ishmael tried to use his fire magic but the flames ended up melting the sword. ISHMAEL Not again. ZELZAR Taste MY flame, inbred. The dragon opened fire with a torrent of flame. Snow got in front of him and created a dome of stone to block the flames. Belvedere roars in animalistic fashion having drawn two massive battle axes. He charges but Zelzar touches his chest causing him to encased in a block of ice. Snow opened up the dome so they could get out. James drew his sword and charges forward. James attacks with a relentless barrage of sword attacks to keep him from using his ice magic. The dragon is now in the air blasting the soldiers with fireballs. The soldiers could do nothing but retreat. ISHMAEL Archers aim for the membrane in the dragons wings. Bring him down. The archers ignored the order and ran for their lives. Zelzar tries to hit James with an ice infused strike of his sceptre, James dodges and continues the fight. Eduard is running along with the soldiers. EDUARD Quick everyone we'll escape by airship. ISHMAEL No, the airships are too slow and full of gas. As Ishmael predicted the airships did not have the speed or maneuverability to outfly the dragon. The dragon was able to blast the combustible balloons with little effort. The defeated army ran into the woods. James was overpowering Zelzar. A powerful blow sent him flying a good deal away. Snow was nearby cheering him on. SNOW Go James! As James prepared a finishing blow, Zelzar covered Snow in magical frost and pulled her toward him. Just when James was about to strike he stopped seeing Zelzar using Snow as a human shield. He pointed his scepter at her. ZELZAR Drop your sword. NOW! James drops his sword and raises his hands. Snow tries to bite his arms but they are armored. The two glared at each other before James conceded. In a burst of cold wind Zelzar disappeared and the dragon flew off. James rushed about the destroyed camp. He found Ishmael walking into the woods looking forlorn. JAMES Where are you going! Snow needs us! ISHMAEL No she needs you. I will just slow you down. JAMES Come on I know in my heart... ISHMAEL Oh shut up! I am a screw up. I always have been and always will be. It was stupid to think I could do this. I thought I could rescue the one person who actually thought I was worth something. James looks sad as a series of memories assault him. JAMES I totally get what you mean. You spent your whole life being told by everyone that you were worthless. Then one day you finally met someone who sees value in you. So you do EVERYTHING you can to please them. Ishmael stares at James sympathetically. JAMES Snow was in that position not that long ago. It is why I took her under my wing. The reason I took this job was that I could find people like me and Snow, people who need somewhere to belong something to be a part of. Ishmael smiles. ISHMAEL You make it sound more like a cult then an army. JAMES I prefer to think of it as a community. So what do you say? Ishmael puffs his chest out. ISHMAEL How do we get up there. James smiles he activates his badge and it opens a portal in space. From out of it his hover-bike appears. INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - ZELZAR'S QUARTERS Zelzar lumbers into his bedroom looking haggard. He throws off his helmet revealing an 18 year old albino human. A goblin maid appears. GOBLIN MAID Master are you alright. ZELZAR I am fine, I just used up a lot of magic. Just let me rest. The maid bows and leaves him. Zelzar stares at a painting of a ten year old Zelzar, wearing raggedy clothes surrounded by Goblins who accepted him into their ranks. INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - DUNGEON Snow is being lead by two goblin soldiers to the down the dungeon path, but she is looking pale. She bends a knee in exhaustion. GOBLIN 1 (Kicks her) Hey kid get up. SNOW I have been using my powers all day. I need some rest. GOBLIN 2 Then lay on the ground wretch! The two goblins start to kick her. When suddenly Nicostrata appears holding a metal bar. GOBLIN 1 Not again. She beats them with the bar till they are unconscious. NICOSTRATA Are you alright little one? SNOW I'm fine I have been through worse. NICOSTRATA What are you doing here darling? SNOW I came here with Ishmael to rescue you. Obviously things are going south. Nicostrata smiles widely before squealing and grabbing Snow in a hug. NICOSTRATA That is marvelous news. I knew he would come for me. SNOW I'm sorry you knew HE would come for you. NICOSTRATA (Dryly) What do you mean by that? SNOW No offence your majesty but he doesn't come across as the storm the castle type. NICOSTRATA I have known him since I was a child and well... I can't really explain it but I sense potential in him. It is like... SNOW You feel it in your heart? NICOSTRATA Yes. I know it sounds silly. SNOW (Smiles knowingly) Not as crazy as you think. An explosion was heard. SNOW We need to get out of here. NICOSTRATA Not yet. First we need to free the dragon. SNOW The fire-breathing monster? NICOSTRATA He is no such thing. He is being enslaved by Zelzar magic collar if we can remove it. SNOW Or we could just get out of the enemy infested castle? NICOSTRATA Dragons are holy animals to my people I cannot turn a blind eye to his plight. SNOW (Annoyed groan) NICOSTRATA Also it will make escape significantly easier with a massive fire breathing animal on our side. SNOW Touché. Lead the way. Nicostrata leads Snow to the lair of the dragon. EXT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - SUNSET The Goblins tried to shoot the hoover bike with cannons but James dodged them. Ishmael was now holding James sword. ISHMAEL You sure this will work? JAMES Your magic is so powerful that no normal sword can contain it. ISHMAEL And this sword is different? JAMES That sword was wielded by the legendary hero king... (Dodges cannon blast) You know just trust on this. He flies his bike towards a hangar where a bunch of hover boats are docked. They fly towards the door with Ishmael pointing his new sword at it. The sword glows a bright red as they get closer to the door. Ishmael launches a great fireball which blasts open the door sending nearby goblins flying. James flies through and does an Akira slide to stop. Ishmael stares at the sword, he triggers his magic causing the sword to catch fire. He stares at James. JAMES Yes you can keep it. James picks up a spear from a fallen goblin and twirls it around. Ishmael gets off the side car and strikes a pose. A swarm of goblins surrounds them. They leap into battle. JAMES For Snow! ISHMAEL For Nico! INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - ZELZAR'S QUARTERS Zelzar is mediating to recharge his magic. He hears the sound of an explosion. He snarls. ZELZAR Not yet. I need to be fully charged if I am to rescue them. INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - HALLWAYS Snow and Nicostrata are running through the halls dispatching any goblins they come across. Snow would use her shockingly powerful body to defeat them with martial arts while Nicostrata would beat them with her bar. She picked up a shield from a nearby and used the shield as a bludgeon. They go into the center of the castle which is a massive blacksmithing forge made with ancient techno sorcery. The dragon was sleeping in its center. Snow bars the door. Hearing them enter the dragon awakes and looms above them. NICOSTRATA Great beast I know your will is corrupted. For I am Dragonkin, my ancestors mated with your kind... SNOW Wait mated? Like mated, mated? Like birds and the bees? You didn't turn them into humans or... NICOSTRATA By the dragon blood flowing through my veins I beseech you to free yourself from your enslaver. The dragon tried as hard as he could to break free from the amulets power. Snow and Nicostrata watched eagerly hoping he would be strong enough to break free. But he was not. The dragon unleased a great stream of fire to which Nicostrata blocked with her shield. Snow dodged and watched as Nicostrata was getting overwhelmed. She stared at the amulet. SNOW Go for the core! Snow tried to activate her powers but the strain was causing her nose to bleed badly. SNOW Just one more! With great strain she was able to break the amulet. Once broken the dragons eyes go back to his normal colors and his dark green scales revert back to his light green colors. The licks Nicostrata and starts to nuzzle her. Nicostrata rubs his snout back. NICOSTRATA I knew you were just a big old softie now that mean old man isn't controlling you anymore. SNOW Princess. NICOSTRATA I shall name you George, and you shall be my friend, and we shall have you canonized. SNOW Princess! We are still in enemy territory. NICOSTRATA Apologies. Nicostrata climbs onto Georges neck and offer a hand to Snow. NICOSTRATA Shall we. Snow eagerly climbs on. SNOW Yeah lets do this! The dragon roars. INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - DINNING HALL James and Ishmael fight there way through the castle, James fighting skills and Ishmael fire magic make short work of the goblins. They find themselves in the throne room surrounded by the goblins. Zelzar teleports in with a blast of freezing wind. ZELZAR Enough you will torment us no longer! Suddenly George bursts into the room with Nicostrata and Snow riding him. The dragon opens fire and the goblins are forced to flee. Zelzar glares at Ishmael and charges towards him. There weapons clash. The others fought the goblin army while Zelzar and Ishmael dueled. Ishmael flame induced sword clashed with Zelzar's ice infused scepter. ISHMAEL It's over Zelzar. Your army is in shambles and your castle has been breached. For the sake of your dignity stand down. ZELZAR Never! Zelzar blasts Ishmael with an surge of ice magic Ishmael held up his sword to block it. ZELZAR A spoiled little princeling like you would never understand. Someone who has had everything handed over to him! You can't know what it is like to be told your worthless, to spend your life being shunned and hated. To be constantly looked down on and deemed inferior. ISHMAEL I understand better then you can possible know. And I have a feeling my friends would also understand. And it is for that reason... (Charges swords magic to its max) I will fight for those who believed in me! Zelzar deactivated his spell to charge a stronger one. ZELZAR As will I! The two blasted powerful spells at each other. For a while it seemed like Zelzar would overpower Ishmael before he pushed himself to his limit. The fire spell consumed him and he was blasted into the distance with his armor disintegrating. He flew out of the stream, seriously burned but alive. He snarled and looked around. He saw that his goblins were retreating on the hoover boats. James on his hoover bike and Nicostrata on George surrounded him. ZELZAR You shall pay for this humiliations. I swear I will have a kingdom for my goblins, even if I have to tear the world apart to do it. James nods sympathetically. JAMES You really love them don't you? ZELZAR What of it? JAMES Tell you what, why don't start over and have you join the Vanguard. SNOW (O.S.) Are you kidding me! JAMES You are powerful and capable, not to mention you care greatly for your peers. ZELZAR They are all I have. SNOW I would like to go on record and point out that he tried to kill us all like five minutes ago. JAMES We have plenty of reformed villains in our ranks. (Looks back at Zelzar) Renounce your life as a villain. Live as a hero and the Vanguard will give you and the goblins a place where you are truly accepted. What do you say? Zelzar glared at James before sighing. ZELZAR First a slave of Dis, now a slave of the Vanguard. I am done leaning on others. I will build this kingdom on my own. He disappears in a blast of cold wind. The Goblins fly their boats off to the distance. INT. SKYFORGE CASTLE - DINNING HALL - NIGHT They all land on the balcony, with Zelzar gone the enchantment that kept the dark clouds surrounding the castle was gone. So now the clouds were disappearing revealing the night sky. James and Snow get off their bike while Nicostrata gets off George. Ishmael gets on one knee and holds Nicostrata's hand. ISHMAEL Oh fairest of maidens. I have bested many trials on my quest to... NICOSTRATA Shut up and kiss me. Nicostrata pulls him into a dip and smoothers him with kisses. James is pleased, Snow is grossed out and George is covering his eyes with his wings out of embarrassment. Once she is done Ishmael has a dreamy look on his face while Nicostrata is smiling. NICOSTRATA I knew you were special. JAMES This is why I love my job. SNOW Yeah I could get used to this. Wait a minute if you used your portal to get your bike how are we going to get back to Nexus city. JAMES No problem. I can just call someone to pick us up. ISHMAEL About that. I would like see this Nexus city that you wouldn't shut up about. James smiles and pulls out some pamphlets. EXT. NEXUS CITY - MORNING Some time passes. Ishmael, Nicostrata, George and the solider from the tent all land outside of Vanguard academy. Ishmael was wearing armor with high quality clothing, Nicostrata was wearing a battle gown of sorts and George was also wearing armor plating. SOLDIER Presenting Ishmael and Nicostrata Von Dragonkin, duke and duchess of Skyforge. As well as the royal steed Saint George. Outside waiting for them was Regulus Brave and the other Commanders. ISHMAEL As the heirs to the kingdom of Brightstone and Dragonkin we hereby devote our lands and resources to the Vanguard in their battle against Argus. BRAVE Thank you, we understand what a great honor and privilege it is to work alongside you. Rest assured the Vanguard will work tirelessly to prove ourselves worthy of your trust. Further more... As Brave continues his speech the other Commanders look bored. KAI Great MORE work. ZEUS Do we have to do this whole song and dance every time we get a new kingdom? KUSANAGI Quiet you two. With every new ally we become one step closer to ridding the omniverse of Argus. INT. VANGUARD ACADEMY - BALLROOM - NEXUS CITY A ball was held in celebration of the new alliance. Ishmael and Nicostrata are talking to the amazon woman and the man with the machete. James and Snow are also at the party wearing fancy clothes. James had ceremonial sword strapped to his back. JAMES You did well out there Snow. I knew you could do it. SNOW Really you know I could do all of THAT? JAMES I admit, things went from zero to hundred really fast. But you handled yourself like a pro. ASHLEY (O.S.) And we are so proud of you sweetheart. They see Commander Blue and Ashely walking towards them. Commander Blue was still in his armor while Ashley wore a strapless dress with her hair down. SNOW Commander Blue, Commander White... I mean Miss Silver. COMMANDER BLUE James has written a very extensive report on how you performed. Commander Blue rubs James back. James is happy with the gesture. COMMANDER BLUE In fact I am so impressed with your performance that I have decided to officially nominate you as James assistant. SNOW You mean I will be able to go onto more adventures with James? COMMANDER BLUE As long as you go ONLY with James and keep up your studies then yes. Snow squeals in joy and hugs James. SNOW I promise I won't let any of you down. JAMES (Kisses her on the forehead) You never will. They hug, Ashley joins in while Commander Blue stand by unsure what to do. Ashley grabs his arm and forces him to hug. EXT. KINGDOM OF BRIGHTSTONE - FOREST - NIGHT Zelzar was camping in the woods with his goblin army. They were in an area with patchwork tents and a large fireplace. ZELZAR My faithful subjects, dire times are amongst us we must... (Sigh) Look I am not going to lie to you my friends. Things are bad. The Vanguard has dismantled the kingdom of Dis so we won't get any employment. I see now that trying to make it on my own was a bad idea. A goblin place his chin on Zelzar's lap. GOBLIN 3 What will we do my lord? Zelzar stares at the goblins who all look at him expecting an answer. ZELZAR I honestly don't know. But I will find a place for us. Even if I have to sell my soul to do so. MEPHISTO (O.S.) I'll hold you to that. They look up and see a humanoid demon standing on top of a tree with the moon behind him. He had ink black skin, glowing red eyes, horns, bat wings and a tail with pointy tip. He was wearing punk clothes and bits of tattoos can be seen. He was armed with a trident - MEPHISTO. ZELZAR Who are you? Mephisto fly's out of the tree and lands in front of them. MEPHISTO My name is Mephisto I am a recruiter for Argus, the Empire of Evil. ZELZAR Empire of Evil? MEPHISTO We of Argus exist to spread havoc, chaos and destruction across all of existence. ZELZAR Why? MEPHISTO Because its fun. Zelzar was skeptical. MEPHISTO What you can't tell me you didn't have fun being the bad guy. ZELZAR What do you want? MEPHISTO The real question is what do YOU want! You want to make a home for your imps... ZELZAR Goblins. MEPHISTO Whatever. Look you want a city, we will kill everyone and give you the buildings. You want a planet, we will wipe out all life and give you the planet. Heck we could give THIS planet if you want. Zelzar was listening but still skeptical. MEPHISTO Did I forget to mention we are the archenemies of the Vanguard. ZELZAR (Hisses) Those meddlers ruined my life and my kingdom. MEPHISTO Yeah they ruin A LOT of lives. That is why employment is always so high for us. The goblins started talking amongst themselves. MEPHISTO Still need convincing. Then maybe a demonstration is in order. A black portal opens up beneath their feet. The portal drops them to an alien planet (the same one from the start of the episode). It had been converted into a gothic hellscape with a blood red sky and massive black towers. The ships from earlier were patrolling the skis. Various monsters and super-villains were seen around the area lording over the various species enslaved by Argus. On top of the largest tower looking down on them was a tall humanoid, body adorned with a black carapace like armor, save for a corpse white face with glowing red eyes. He also had a tail on his head reaching his ankles - SUPREME GENERAL SCORPION. Accompanying him were twelve other demons of various shapes and sizes all having glowing red eyes, together they formed - THE THIRTEEN GENERALS. Zelzar and the goblins saw it all and were very excited. MEPHISTO Welcome to Argus.
The Legend of Zelmore: Arioch's Wrath (The Start)Inside an unknown room, a heart slowly beating. Darkness engulfs the walls except for a single candle flickering in the corner. There's a feeling of dread, but somehow, an aura of mystery surrounds the room.Like something important's hidden within its depths. The air is held back, like a complete exhale, while the darkness cloaks the ceiling. The sound of the heart slowly beating echoes through the walls, like a message of mortality.Despite the ominous atmosphere looming within the walls, something deep within holds a hint of hope. It seemed like an escape from the darkness into a secure sanctuary. But for the moment, the heart beats ever louder in the darkness of an unknown room, with a shimmer of light. Barely visible in the distance.Tinnitus was involved. The high-pitched ringing sound began growing louder and louder. And it seemed to be coming from everywhere. It was as if it was coming from the air around the being, echoing and bouncing off the walls.But then it shorted as if smothered by an unseen hand. In its place, we heard a different sound, a huffing and puffing noise that seemed to be growing faster instead of fading away. We looked around in fear until a bright light suddenly illuminated the area.Two pairs of eyes opened like a lightning bolt, like some ancient guardian was revealing itself. The being realized that the sound was not coming from the creature's eyes but from its mouth.The being slowly shifted its eyes, realizing it was in a room and completely covered in bandages and dirt. It tried to get up and catch its bearings but soon realized that its limbs wouldn't cooperate.Its vision was still slightly blurry, but it could make out the figure of a man smiling from the corner of the room. Voices muted. And three dark shapes were present. It was impossible to make out what they were saying. Two of them left quickly, leaving only one who seemed unkeen to leave.It remembered something from the depths of its memories, a name, but it slipped away just as quickly as it came. As the figure approached, it tried to speak, but its voice was inaudible. All it could do was stare in confusion, wondering what was happening to it.Where...where am I? The being spoked in its mind.The being slowly opened its eyes further and squinted as it took in its situation. Looking around, it noticed it was lying down - although there's something off about its position. It felt like it was...tilting.Trying to figure out what might be causing it to feel this way, the being slowly tilted its head back...until its vision cleared and it saw itself. It was lying in an outfit that was unfamiliar, as it also seemed like a patient's outfit.Confused, the being tried to sit up, realizing it was in a medical facility. Suddenly, everything began to make sense, and the being finally felt the complete weight of the situation.The patient's outfit was pristine white, with a unique pattern of heart-shaped dots surrounded by circles of smaller dots in hues of pink. It was a modest yet adorable outfit meant to keep the patient comfortable. The clothing was a cotton blend, giving the patient a nice, lightweight feel. The skirt and top were connected by a flexible zipper, allowing the patient to move freely and easily.The neckline featured a dainty white bow, giving the patient extra cuteness. The heart-shaped dots and small circles added a unique touch, while the overall design was simple and classic.The being felt a massive sensation, unlike anything they had felt before.Pain coursed through its body, from its arms to its legs and deep within its core.It was unbearable, yet somehow on the verge of healing, like the pain was slowly vanishing from the inside out. Then, just as quickly as it had come, the feeling was gone, leaving a sense of peace and comfort as if nothing ever happened. The being was relieved but still confused as to what had just happened.The being slowly lifted its hand and moved its fingers. An odd sensation filled its arm with slight vibrations made it feel alive.As it looked downward, it realized that the reflection staring back at it was not its own.Instead, it gazed upon light aqua skin, stick-straight hair, curves, a feminine frame, rainbow hair from yellow, magenta, and violet, and a strange face. Underneath were more straps, blood stains, and a white bra. Its hands trembled as it examined the tightly strapped apparel that was not its own.It touched its chest and found a pair of sensitive breasts. Her eyes widened, and her heart increased its beat as she curiously explored the area. Afterward, she touched her head, which was puffy. Dirt crumbs were attached to it as the young woman recently pulled out from underwater. A tear slowly made her way down the unfamiliar face to the ground. She felt alien, and questioning what she was and why there filled her with dread.She turned to her right and saw a stack of clothes on a chair. A simple folded white shirt, neatly tucked with creases and seams intact. Beneath it lay a yellow skirt, its embroidery work depicting subtle patterns, and its frills and pleats tied in a neat bow on the side.Nearby the kilt was a white headband with a yellow strap, its fabric glimmering as the morning light shone through the window. A pair of white shoes with yellow stripes extended on both sides sat at the far end of the chair. Other than these items, the chair was empty, allowing her to try them on and choose the ones best suited to her.Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder, and she quickly shifted and looked to her right.The girl's eyebrows rose upwards in curious surprise, her panting tensed in fear as she stared into the face of a mysterious being whose face adorn with a mask.It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before. It was a plain, white mask with a clean shape, a skull-like appearance with horns and strapped around the head. The eyes are seemingly almost empty and sad yet determined."Are you okay, Rachel?" The being asked calmly, holding the girl's hand softly.She couldn't help but feel her heart pounding as she walked closer to the being, pushing back her fear.In addition, the being appeared to be aware of her name.With courage she didn't know she had, the girl eventually reached a clearing, and before her, a phantom shrouded in a mysterious and intimidating presence.The being had a long white bane, a gray necklace with a skull in the middle, solemnly hovering over her. Inside the black sclera were pure white pupils, and her silver witch-like jacket had black extends and arms that were jagged and long. Furthermore, her body had a 3D red-and-blue outline, adding to her ghoulish appearance.Her frame is tall and slender, yet undeniably flaunting the curves that would catch any eye. Her indecently influential hips lead up to a beautiful waist for her to proudly showcase. Her chest fills out in a pleasing way with her newly discovered bustier chest that could even make men weak in the knees.Her gown flowed down her curves, exquisite fabric fitting her like a glove. Her hair cascaded down her neck and matched her tail, both curling at the end. Her face was equally eerie, and her dark eyes seemed to have a glare that could make anyone uneasy.After narrowing her eyes, the girl was hit with a wave of familiarity as she stared into the phantom's figure. She felt as though she had seen this figure before. Something echoed in her mind, yet she couldn't recall the memory. Once she tilted her head easefully, her eyes met with the ghost. And with a steady, clear voice, she spoke."Who...who are you...? And...why do you look familiar?" The question lingered in the air, and Rachel felt as though if only for a moment, they were the only two in the room, surrounded by a wave of familiarity and warmth.The phantom took a deep breath and exhaled as she grabbed the clipboard from the table nearby. She then glanced downwards towards the head of whoever was there and reached out to touch it.As the being looked up in confusion to see what the phantom was doing, she snapped her fingers, displaying to the girl an image of what was occurring on her head; a spot of blood had formed, causing the girl to let out a gasp, as her jaw dropped in response. She weakly stepped back, her limbs shaking while her eyes glued to the floor beneath her."Just as I feared. The impact of the crash has damaged your head and must've impaired your memory." The phantom said to Rachel, who immediately turned her head to the being."How long...was I out?" Rachel asked when she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow."Merely a few hours. In case you haven't known, my crew and I found you across a ditch not far from here. You've taken a rough landing.""L-Landing?!" The girl, without hesitation, quickly glanced down at the bloody spot before turning back to the floor. A faint grunt escaped her lips as the phantom gently sat next to her and placed the clipboard behind them. Rachel felt a comforting hand land on her left shoulder."During our recent activities, we spotted something coming from the sky. Not knowing what it was, I asked my..."leader"...to send a group of searchers to investigate. We arrived at the scene to find a portal that seemed to have come from the Void itself. We also discovered someone had fallen from it and crashed. Upon reaching the crash site, that is how we found you." The phantom snapped her finger, and another being walked into the scene. Rachel turned to her left and raised her eyebrows. Rachel looked down at the short being before her.It has two metallic arms and claws, single optic and white torso and thighs with black feet, topped with a strange symbol attached to its chest. It moved like a human yet covered with a shiny chrome exterior, two cat-like horns jutting from its head, and a heart-shaped symbol adorning its center.She narrowed her eyes as she studied the insignia. The mark was indeed heart-shaped, but golden, tribal-inspired, stripes, two-cat-like eyes with one in the middle of the forehead, and surrounded by ten horns. Rachel tilted her head, scratching her chin in contemplation."Excuse me, um... Robot? What does that symbol mean?" The rainbowlass inquired, pointing her index finger at the icon. The mech glanced down at the symbol. Its pupil follows the movement before looking back up at the girl."The emblem represents our lord and master. My brethren and I wear it as a mark of pride. To symbolize whom do we serve." The robot responded as the girl placed her hand downward."Master?" Rachel whispered, her voice filled with curiosity and trepidation, and she turned her head toward the elusive phantom."I remember yourself speaking of your leader," the spectral figure acknowledged as she lifted an eyebrow."Yes, but I find it more fitting to refer to him as such, considering his... troubled history with this place," The ghost responded, averting its gaze from Rachel and focusing on the desolate ground."The automaton mentioned he's some lord and master. How long has this figure... held sway?" The rainbowlass inquired, her words hanging heavy in the air. The ghost fell silent, clenching its spectral hands into tight, trembling fists. The phantom closed her eyes, and a weighted pause enveloped the air.The ghost began to reignite voices in her head, tinged with the anguish of remembrance. Rachel observed as the ghost's hands shook and a deep frown etched across its incorporeal brow. The world around her seemed to vanish for a fleeting moment, replaced by an ominous black tint seeping into her vision.The echoes of destruction, screams, explosions, gunfire, and roars inundated her senses. Rachel tilted her head, leaning in closer, trying to comprehend the torment etched on the phantom's face.For an agonizing moment, she couldn't breathe under the weight of the haunting memories that gripped her. Then, as suddenly as it began, the phantom's tumultuous mental landscape began to subside. It exhaled, reopening its eyes, and lifted its head to the heavens.The phantom turned back to Rachel, revealing a pained expression across her spectral features."Let's just say he... presided over this, this... 'kingdom' for a while, and as Bobert mentioned, he left an indelible mark," the phantom confessed, its eyes almost twitching but trying to keep the inner turmoil within."Bobert 6B Alpha, huh? And when it comes to names, what's yours?" Rachel inquired, gazing up at the apparition. The specter let out a small sigh, casting her eyes downward after clearing her throat."My name is...N-N-Nyx..." The phantom responded."Nyx?" Rachel questioned, and Bobert interjected, raising his claw."Indeed. Nyx, the Queen of Zelmore," The robot declared, bowing down. Rachel's eyebrows shot up, her pupils contracting, and her eyes twitching."Wait a second, Queen?! Zelmore?!" Rachel exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously from side to side and clutching her temples as residual pain from the crash lingered. A gentle sigh escaped Nyx's lips as she massaged Rachel's head. The girl turned to the ghost, still harboring disbelief about what she had just heard.The agonizing pain from her wounds suddenly began to subside. The rainbowlass observed in silence as an ethereal aura enveloped her form, the torment across her body dissipating into nothingness. As the spectral healing concluded, Rachel examined herself with disbelief and relief.The ephemeral radiance vanished, and with newfound strength, she turned her gaze back to the phantom."Perhaps I should acquaint you with this place, given your newcomer status. But I strongly advise you to stay close." Nyx suggested with a melancholy undertone in her voice."S-Sure thing, your... Highness," Rachel stammered, her eyes falling upon her attire nearby. With a determined glare, she descended from the table, retrieving her clothes. Shedding the hospital gown, she adorned herself in her original garments. Her gaze then shifted back to Bobert."Bobert, you're dismissed. I'm taking charge now," Nyx declared, and Bobert nodded respectfully before exiting the room. As the mechanical companion departed, Rachel approached Nyx after fixing her hair. Nyx acknowledged with a solemn nod as advancing toward the door, and the rainbowlass followed her as they exit the room.
The Legend of Zelmore: Arioch's Wrath (The Tour)As Rachel and Nyx exited the hospital room, they strolled along the grand hallway of the castle, its walls adorned with tapestries depicting tales of ancient glory. The atmosphere shifted as they ventured further. The antiseptic aroma of the hospital gave way to an aroma of old stone and polished wood almost mangled with gravel walls.Rachel scanned the surroundings, glancing left and right, absorbing the scenery around her. She tilted her head, keeping her hands down close together while Nyx remained focused on the walkway as the rainbowlass stayed nearby and placed her vision forward.The duo then turned a corner, finding themselves in an incomplete ballroom. Rachel's eyes and eyebrows widened in confusion and amazement as she took in the grandeur of the cavernous space. She raised her head upward and immediately downward.The room's towering walls reached skyward, with unfinished paintings, large, unadorned windows, and many humanoid beings and strange creatures with aprons, paint, canvas, varnish, paint brushes, clay, cups of water, rags or paper towels, drawing boards and palettes.Sweat dripped from their heads as some noticed the robots nearby, while others took breaks to wipe their heads and drink water. While observing, she noticed teller mechs resembling Bobert but with feminine frames, sturdier legs, and a maid-like texture on their bodies. These mechs had cannons for arms, and their attention focused on the artists.On the walls, vibrant paint splatters resembled a cosmic explosion, as if the universe itself were being born anew. Speckles of gold and silver dust shimmered, suspended in the artistic void. One painting drew the eye with its swirling vortex in cerulean blues and emerald greens. Wisps of white paint floated like ethereal spirits, hinting at a celestial dance frozen in time. A lone figure, barely outlined, reached toward the heavens, fingers stretching into the void as if desperately grasping for an elusive truth.Adjacent to it, a canvas seemed caught in the chaos of creation. Strokes of ochre and crimson clashed with cool indigo, forming an abstract battleground of emotions. Thick coatings of impasto added tactile depth, creating a palpable tension that lingered in the air. The artist's tools lay scattered, brushes and palette knives abandoned mid-motion as if the painter had momentarily stepped away from the tumultuous scene.On another wall, the haunting visage of a spectral figure emerges, half-formed, as if caught in the midst of materializing from the abyss. Wisps of ethereal color hint at a story yet to unfold—the artist's brush frozen in mid-swirl, leaving an otherworldly aura suspended in the inky background.Adjacent to this spectral scene, an abandoned cityscape materializes from obscurity. Its skyscrapers stretch toward the unknown. Silhouetted against the indigo sky and buildings rise and fade, as if the artist ceased their work just before revealing the secrets concealed within the urban labyrinth. The city, suspended in an eerie limbo and fire, beckons with the promise of untold stories.Further along, a forest begins to take shape, its trees reaching upward like skeletal fingers clawing at the obsidian void. Hints of emerald and sienna suggest a forest teeming with life. Yet the shadows swallow the details, leaving the observer to imagine the creatures and mysteries that dwell within the incomplete thicket. The final artwork features a silhouette in the shape of a heart. It bore a striking resemblance to the emblem previously affixed to Bobet.Nyx, familiar with the room, couldn't help but look down at Rachel's reaction."Interesting, isn't it?" Nyx remarked suddenly, her voice echoing in the vast, echoing chamber. Rachel nodded, her gaze dancing between the skeletal framework of the grand chandeliers and the intricate patterns etched into the unpolished marble floor.Together, they began to explore the forgotten beauty of the incomplete ballroom, an unexpected detour that unveiled the hidden wonders within the castle's ancient walls. In the backdrop of the incomplete zones, a mesmerizing cinematic mural captured the enigmatic presence of a cloaked figure adorned with a heart-shaped mask, surrounded by ethereal tendrils of blazing flames."I supposed this is some sort of...art gallery?" The girl asked as the phantom looked at her."Something like that, and these artists are doing a fine job getting it done. And making sure the area has the finest detail possible." Nyx pivoted, her gaze drawn to a group of artists on a break from their canvases. Returning her attention to Rachel, she extended her finger, gesturing downward to the floor. She nodded as she hovered above the artists.The rainbow-haired woman watched as the materials were organized, her chin scratching and one eyebrow raised. Some bowed on their knees before her, proclaiming, "Greetings, Your Majesty," while others curved with their legs standing tall and their torsos moving up and down.In the room, an ethereal presence lingered, almost palpable. It was as though the phantom stood among them. A soothing empathy radiated from the unseen entity, and an unexpected comprehension gently enveloped the artists like a calming tide.Rachel tilted her head as her eyes fell upon the ghost near the painters.Huh. Upon sighting the spectre, the phantom raised her hand, and a faint glow illuminated it. Objects around the artists then started to move around as if being controlled by an invisible force. The ghost was arranging the materials around it, sorting them into their respective sections as the mechs watched in awe, not daring to move their cannons.Rachel inched towards the artwork, her eyes roaming over its details. Her curiosity guided her, prompting subtle turns of her head to absorb the surrounding elements. As she approached, her eyebrows lifted, and her eyes narrowed in response to the vivid creative expressions that unfolded before her.The room buzzed with a silent agreement as every painter acknowledged the unspoken directive. Then, the ghostly apparition shifted her attention to the mechanical beings nearby. A once-present smile faded, replaced by crossed arms."Mom-Units Psi and Omega, let the painters have breaks here and there. After all, they can't rush art," Nyx declared. The robotic entities synchronized in their nod."Yes, Your Highness." Both mechs responded as The ghost appeared next to Rachel instantly, and she turned to see the phantom standing not far away. Nyx lifted an eyebrow, her eyes resting on the rainbow-haired girl."I take it you're fond of fine art?" She asked as Rachel stammered to find the right words."Y-Yes. It looks, uh, amazing. Yeah... I thought to do something while I wait than just standing around aimlessly while you're...occupied." The rainbowlass responded as Nyx understood and nodded."Very well. Now, let's continue the following section," She said as the two left the area. The corridor stretched seemingly endlessly, its stone walls and tiled floors illuminated by flickering torches.Rachel and Nyx made their way down the grand marble staircase, the sound of the rainbowlass' steps gradually being swallowed by the air outside. They stepped into the outside world, and the atmosphere shifted drastically. The ominous sky hung low, painted with a sinister palette of grey, orange, and red, casting an eerie glow over the landscape.As Rachel wandered along, she peered up at the gigantic clouds swirling around the peak of the colossal skyscraper. Its spiky protrusions resembling stalagmites seemed to stack up like the levels of a birthday cake. Her pulse raced, and her pupils shrunk.On closer inspection, she detected a glowing halo stemming from the further outer walls and a gentle heat surface in the atmosphere. A gentle breeze rustled around Rachel and Nyx, causing their dark locks to flutter.As the two strolled along, they encountered a collection of statues facing each other, with a few more artists painting and sculptors almost finished with an artwork.The courtyard, a bleak and desolate scene, was enshrouded in an everlasting gloom. The ashen sky above seemed to mirror the bleakness of the dismal ground below. Splintered cobblestones coated in a blanket of moss. The twisted branches of skeletal trees stretched like bony fingers, clawing at the air and casting eerie shadows across the courtyard.The thin, sickly light of the wrought-iron lanterns barely penetrated the heavy mist that hung in the air. The atmosphere was heavy with sorrow. As if the very stones beneath one's feet."What's this space?" Rachel and Nyx turned their heads towards her, the latter opening up the expanded center of the area."This is the courtyard, a central hub for this castle, and where the sculptors and artists are nearing completion of their... project," The ghost replied. The girl scanned the surroundings, noticing various openings. She raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips, before turning her attention to the towering structure and scratching her chin."And the tower behind us?" The rainbow-haired girl inquired as the phantom gazed at the skyscraper. The ghost sighed lightly, facing the girl again."That tower beneath which we stood is a testament to his might. He dubbed it his 'crowning achievement,' surpassing even New York's Empire State Building. It comprises multiple layers, and we find ourselves in the midst," Nyx explained, levitating away from the courtyard.Rachel followed suit, breaking into a sprint. They entered the first opening ahead, stumbling upon a corridor. The girl slowed her pace cautiously as the ghost halted near some spikes. A magical aura materialized before Rachel. She gasped as it enveloped her, and in an instant, the two vanished, reappearing in another area.A sudden flash of light illuminated the lower sections of the castle, and Rachel and Nyx appeared before another building in the vicinity. Rachel was taken aback and panting slightly. She swiftly checks on her body as there's something on it. Nothing, so far. Nyx gently levitated towards Rachel and placed her hand on her right shoulder. Rachel looked up at the ghost with a raised eyebrow."Did we just...relocate without walking?" Rachel asked, and Nyx nodded."Yes. I guess you never heard of magicians." She asked as she removed her hand from her shoulder, and the rainbowlass twisted her head left and right and looked downward on the ground. She scratched her head instantly."N-N-No... Not at all. Neat trick like earlier, by the way. So, where are we now?" The girl asked as she looked around, noticing something from the distance. A second wave of mechs and armored magicians appeared, silently watching, their gorgeous robes embroidered with magical symbols. The shimmering aura of their presence was a reminder of the powerful spells woven into their armor. Every mage was holding a complex staff, the end of which radiated with mystical force.The male magicians had an aura of stoic determination, their armor decorated with intricate designs that showed off their experience in the arcane arts. In comparison, the female magicians wore garments, and each had a staff or wand that was charged with magical power, ready to be used at any time.Next to them, a diverse army of mythical creatures stood. Mammals, avians, mechs, reptiles, rainbowlasses similar to Rachel, amphibians, plants, bugs, magicians, objects, arachnids, humans, and many others. Throughout marching, chants screamed from their mouths as they marched with medial-inspired gear, and each had a heart symbol.As they strode past, the soldiers noticed Nyx nearby and stood tall like any typical soldier. Some people, however, were taken aback by the rainbow, but they quickly refocused on their routine.Every trooper stood in an expanded area, each with specific buildings designed to serve a particular task. One of the most notable elements is a moving bridge that regularly crosses the moat and may be raised or lowered to control who has access to the castle.Another noteworthy building is an elaborate enclosure or defensive outwork protecting the castle's entrance, usually placed in front of the gatehouse. The massively fortified main entrance of the castle, which includes defensive features including a drawbridge, portcullis, and murder holes, is located next to these aspects.The palace's filled with well-placed turrets along the curtain walls that act as lookout posts, additional defensive positions, or homes for archers and artillery. The castle's outer walls enclose it and create a protective barrier. They're frequently reinforced with battlements to give archers an advantage."As you can tell, we're at the castle's frontier. And the structures are very concrete: curtain walls, towers, a gatehouse, barbicans, arrow slits or loopholes, battlements, and a drawbridge. Each played a specific role, either in terms of protection or entry, depending on the situation."Before your arrival, my "commander" faced several hardships and grew more watchful with each one. So, he set up the best possible security system using mechs, magicians, and military men." Nyx uttered as they appeared outside the castle and stood next to it. Gradually turning her head, Rachel's mouth dropped open in shock at what she saw.The formidable castle looms with strength, its base firmly planted in the rocky landscape. A majestic moat surrounds the fortress, with crystal-clear waters at the top, cascading down from a natural spring and creating a shimmering surface that reflects the azure sky above.As it descends, however, the moat turns into a menacing river of molten lava, a blazing inferno that swirls and churns ominously. The contrast between the tranquil water and the fiery depths creates a captivating scene, stunning and dangerous. Connected to the mountain by a series of imposing bridges, the castle stands guard at a strategic vantage point, with the dual elements of water and lava ensuring that any invaders attempt to breach its defenses.Rachel uttered a quiet "Woah" as her eyes took on a black tint, her pupils shrunk, and her jaw dropped in awe."Indeed. The king was proud to have the people "help him" create this self-proclaimed masterpiece," The phantom articulated, crossing her arms and clearing her throat before looking away and closing her eyes."The castle is massive even from the outside! How long did it take to build?" The rainbow-haired girl asked, turning her head to the phantom, who opened her eyes and faced her again."It took a while, but it's exactly how he wanted it to be," Nyx replied, loosening her arms slightly. "But anyway, the tour's not done, so hold on."A mystical energy cloaked the two of them, and in an instant, they vanished, leaving no trace of their presence.
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SILlY bUnNy 2024 EDITJustin-97 Subject: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was perusing these Nightmare forums and stumbled upon this about childhood nightmares. It triggered an old memory I haven’t thought up in years, and I thought I would share it. I don’t usually comment or post stuff like this, but I need to because it scared me so much as a kid. I know this sounds a cliche, but I would get into bed and close my eyes, and when they opened again, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore. I was in this weird school…I think it was a Japanese or Korean school. It didn’t seem like any school in America that I know of. The freakiest part was the school's appearance; the environment was made of nothing but lines and scribbles. No color at all, just black lines making up everything in sight from the walls to the floor and even the furniture. The lines were all uneven, just crazy, overlapping, and zig-zagging lines everywhere like some demented child’s drawing. It was like I stepped into a sketchbook that belonged to a kid hyped up on crack. But that wasn’t the scariest part. The first time I woke, I was confused by where I was. I looked around, taking in the strange dreamscape, but I didn’t even take a step before I heard it. The chanting: Silly Bunny Silly Bunny Silly Bunny Over and over again, those two words rang in my ears! It was like some demented children’s choir singing aloud, but it was so loud that it drowned out the sound of my beating heart in my chest. Then, HE stood at the end of the hall straight ahead of me. I guess it was this SILLY BUNNY-guy the song was about. As soon as I saw him, the singing suddenly stopped, and there was nothing but an eerie silence. The thing before me wore a light purple Easter Bunny suit with a white stomach and a large green bowtie with orange polka dots. He wore white Mickey Mouse gloves, and in his right hand, he held a red balloon. Oh god, just thinking about him is giving me Pennywise vibes. He easily towered over my five-year-old frame; he was well over six to seven feet tall, thanks mainly to his oversized head. His face was the scariest part, with his white furry cheeks surrounding a permanent smile with no lips, just teeth. That smile was a flat fabric formed into a horrible grin with triangular teeth like a jack-o-lantern. Above that smile were two large, soulless eyes, and the pupils were so dilated I could see my reflection in them like I was swimming in a black ocean. He also had two floppy ears on top of his oversized head, which stuck up slightly. He was like some demonic cartoon character who didn’t match the black-and-white sketchbook world around him. He didn’t belong; HE shouldn’t exist, yet he stared down at me like a beast on the hunt, and I was his next meal. How did I forget a face like that? He stood there looking at me for the longest time, not moving an inch. I knew it was a dream, but I could feel my heart dropping into my stomach the longer we stared at one another. The Bunny’s head suddenly twitched violently about without warning, back and forth, side to side in quick bursts, as if he was glitching out. The chanting returned, louder than before, as if whatever was singing was in my ears. Then, the bunny-man-thing zoomed down the hall toward me in a flash. His head glitched and shook violently from side to side as he charged down the hall like a jumpscare from Five Nights at Freddy’s. The rushing of his feet stomping along the floorboards sounded like thunder echoing through the hallway, growing louder the closer he came toward me. I didn’t even think to run; I was frozen in place with utter shock, and even if I did, I had no chance of escape. The Bunny was just about to get me, getting right up to my face in a blur, but before he could grab me…I woke up. I jumped straight up in my bed, screaming so loudly that night I woke up the whole damn house. My parents were pissed, of course, but that didn’t matter to me. I was safe and away from HIM. Yet the safety I felt then was short-lived, as that was just the first night I had a nightmare like that. More came in the following two nights, each worse than the last. My memory of the other two is foggy at best, so I might come back and talk about them later if I remember. How the hell did I forget something like this? How could I ever forget a face like THAT? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Dude? How the hell did you have the same nightmare as me? Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …What? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… [Insert Picture Here] Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …Where the hell did you get that? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I drew it when I was eight years old. I would have thrown it away years ago, but it’s in my files. Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What files? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… My therapy notes from when I was a kid. I received a copy of them when I turned 18. The nightmares got so bad that I was afraid to sleep with the lights off well into adulthood. To this day, I see the damn Rabbit standing in the dark corner of my bedroom at night, just staring at me with those big, dead eyes! Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I remember….just how bad the nightmares became. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Okay, so tell me if this sounds familiar: This is how my second nightmare about the Rabbit went. I again found myself in that school, drawn, scratchy pencil marks everywhere. I was alone while I stood in the hall, darting my head aimlessly, taking in my surroundings. I was able to move this time, taking a step forward, and began to look around. The marks on the walls seemed to shift and move around as I did. It creeped me out quite a bit, but I ignored it and was able to look out the window for the first time. Through the window, I could see that the sky was white, like fresh paper. I saw balloons flying about in the air, contrasting the black-and-white pencil outlines of the environment, sticking out like a sore thumb. The balloons drifted lazily as if weighed down by something not too heavy to fall to the ground below but not too light to allow them to simply fly away. I couldn’t see what was weighing the balloons down in midair; I think I was on the second or third floor, but…as I looked through the window, I heard the singing again. Nothing but SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. It was loudest when I was near the window. I backed away from the glass to get away from the noise, but that was when that damn Rabbit appeared from the corner of my eye. From down the hall, he was just skipping happily, but he wasn’t moving like he did in the previous dream. Now he appeared animated as if he was in one of those old crappy Flash games on Newgrounds back in the day.Just a poorly drawn figure in the same animated loop, moving toward me in eerie silence. I froze in fear at the sight of this…THING slowly coming toward me. I could feel the sweat pouring down my forehead as I watched the Rabbit getting closer with that fixed, sharp-toothed grin. I struggled to move my feet, but I finally did and bolted down the hall. I suddenly took a left turn, but when I did, the Rabbit was ahead of me, skipping toward me like before from down the hall. I ran the opposite way, deciding to take a right turn this time, but the Rabbit was already waiting for me again. He was just skipping toward me in that same shitty loop. I ran, and I ran until I came to a set of doors, but they were locked. I pulled on the handles with all my might, but the doors stayed closed. I spun around to break for it, but the Rabbit had already caught up. He had me cornered, but he didn’t do anything. He stood there looking at me with those big, dull, lifeless plastic eyes. The fingers of his hand gripping a red balloon twitched. His head spazzed out like one of those poorly done SFM animations on YouTube, getting faster the longer he stood there looking at me. I remember feeling dizzy just watching his head swinging around every which way, but the feeling of dread welled up inside me. It was like one of those moments in a horror movie where you know a big jumpscare was about to happen, and you just want to get it over with. Yet it just kept dragging on for an uncomfortable amount of time. After what felt like an eternity, He finally lunged at me, springing forward and getting right up into my face in a flash, like a first nightmare. That’s when I woke up screaming… Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I do remember that dream…how is this possible? T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Okay, how are you two detailing my nightmares so perfectly? Justin-97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Wait, you too? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What the hell? Now, there are three of us? T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Do you guys, by chance…remember the third nightmare? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh god, how could I forget? The third and final nightmare with that freak in it… Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I don’t. As I said, it’s been so long. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Well, I remember…I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up in that same school, lying on my back this time. It was weird; every other time I found myself in this godforsaken place, I would always be standing, but not this time. That wasn’t the only thing different the third time around. As I sat up, I saw an open door leading to a courtyard, seeing bushes and trees drawn with the same scribbles as everything else in the dreamscape. The singing soon started like before but seemed louder once I stepped through the doorway out to the courtyard. The singing came from overhead, chanting, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. I looked up to see the source of the chanting, and I immediately wished I didn't. Carter, I know why the balloons seemed weighed down…there were heads tied to the ends of those balloons. Severed heads at the end of each string, floating about, chanting SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. Their eyes were sewed shut with X-shaped stitches made with thick, black cords. Children’s heads drift through the air, tied to the strings of each colorful balloon by the hairs of their scalps. It was almost as if the hair on their heads had merged into the cords of each balloon. I felt sick to my stomach from the mere sight of it. I soon began to hear a new sound through the choir of singing balloons. It was faint at first, but it grew louder. It sounded like it was coming from above me. I then looked up, and there he was, SILLY BUNNY, lurking on the wall like some overgrown spider. His head was spun around in a 180, staring down at me with tears forming from his big, dead eyes. As one gooey tear streamed from his face, I realized it wasn’t a tear; it was saliva. That was when his mouth, HIS REAL MOUTH, opened up wide. His face split across the center between that fake, permanent grin and those big, dull eyes that seemed to roll back into its skull. Streams of drool poured down from his gaping maw. His head jittered crazily, and his mouth grew wider and wider, making his head seem even bigger. Two rows of fangs appeared in his gaping jaw that perfectly overlapped. I could smell his rotten breath, which reeked of death and decay. As his mouth opened, drool came raining down from above. While his mouth opened wider and wider, a hissing roar like the wailing of a hurt animal mixed with a deflating bicycle tire rang through my ears. Before I knew it, he flew down at me with that gaping hole, ready to swallow me whole. I remember screaming as loudly as I could, and then…I woke up in my bed. I was so relieved it was over, but I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since… Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… God, that sounds horrible… Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… That’s not the nightmare I remember having on the third night. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What? But we’ve all had the same nightmares up to this point… Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… The third and final nightmare for me was worse than that. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh, what could be worse than a swarm of severed heads dangling from balloons? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I saw another kid get eaten. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… The therapists all tried to convince me it wasn’t real…but we’ve been talking about it for quite some time now; every one of us insists it was real, and I believe I saw someone die before me. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What exactly happened? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I'll share my version since we’re all spilling our guts out over this. I woke up like Tiffany did; I found myself on my back in the middle of the hall and heard the chanting of SILLY BUNNY. As I got to my feet, I heard someone quickly approaching. I turned to where I thought the noise was coming from, and another kid my age was running through an intersection. The look of panic written on that other boy’s face told me it wasn’t his first time here either. He stopped in the middle of a four-way intersection of halls, his head darting around toward the ceiling as if looking for something until he finally noticed me. He was a good 50 feet ahead of me, and I don’t know why, but we just stood there, staring at one another in silence for what felt like forever. I didn't expect to see any other kids in this nightmare, and neither did he by how confused he looked. I remember giving him a shy wave, but I don’t think he reacted to it, nor did he have the time to. Before I knew it, that damn Rabbit appeared behind him from around the corner.I felt my eyes bulging out of their sockets; I was so frightened. The other boy looked at me even more confused, unaware that the Rabbit was behind him! I saw his face split open across the middle with a set of six fangs, just like how Tiffany described it, appearing with streams of drool slobbering down over his fuzzy lips. The hissing sound of his roar alerted the other boy, who finally turned to face him, but it was already too late. I saw the Rabbit chomp with his wide jaws over the boy, swallowing him whole with just one gulp. I remember the sickening sounds he made as he swallowed the boy whole. The Rabbit's stomach began to move about violently. The boy was still alive inside the rabbit suit, kicking and clawing his way out hopelessly. Closing its jaws shut with a hiss, the Rabbit finally looked up and noticed me; it tilted its head as if examining me. I think the Rabbit wasn’t expecting to see me there, but I could not move; I was so scared. It brought a gloved hand to its chin as if to ponder what to do with me before its head glitched out like in my other nightmares, rocking quickly from side to side, front to back, again and again. I stood and watched on, unable to move, my knees shaking, and my breath caught in my throat. I watched its mouth open wide again, and that hissing roar rang out through the halls once more but gave way to a new sound: cries for help. IT WAS THE OTHER BOY! He was screaming, begging for help from within the Rabbit’s stomach! HELP ME! The other boy just shouted, HELP ME, HELP ME, that damn Rabbit’s mouth acted like a megaphone. The Rabbit jumped to the ceiling with a loud crash of snapping, creaking old tiles. It clung onto the roof on all fours. His head, with its gaping maw, turned backward, just like how Tiffany described it. I could still hear the other boy screaming for help as the Rabbit ran across the ceiling on all fours toward me at incredible speed! I still couldn’t move, afraid to look away, as the Rabbit finally reached me. He lunged at me with its big, open mouth; the boy’s cries for help from the Rabbit’s stomach rang in my ears! I then screamed, and I was in my bed crying. My parents burst into my room but were more upset over how I pissed the bed for the first time since I was four rather than concerned. They simply chalked it up as another nightmare I was overreacting to. Later that week, I was proven right. I remember seeing the boy’s face on the news. I can’t remember his name, but I remember he was from the next town where I lived as a kid. He had gone missing during the night, no trace of him left behind. I knew what happened, but no one believed me…The adults just put me on meds to shut me up so I wouldn’t cause any trouble, but you are talking about it now! This proves I’m not crazy, right? I did see it! I saw that boy get eaten by Silly Bunny; I know I did! I know I did! All those doctors told me it was just nightmares, but they weren’t! They were real; they really happened, and that Rabbit was real! T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh my god, that sounded horrible. Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I had these nightmares, too. I remember Silly Bunny… BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Same… [Insert Picture] T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… And now there are two more? What the hell is going on? Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I don’t know, but I remember the balloons with the severed heads. I saw them in my third nightmare. I woke up the same way as the rest of you; on my back in the middle of the hall, I could hear the chanting this early on. For some reason, I followed the singing outside. I knew better, every fiber of my being telling me not to, but I was in a daze. I didn’t have control over my own body. I walked down the shifting, pencil-sketched hall until I was at the courtyard's entrance. I believe it’s the same one you described in your nightmare, Tiffany. I saw the balloons with the severed heads singing SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY. I looked all around the black and white landscape all around me. I looked forward and finally noticed another child in the courtyard. The kid wore a yellow shirt with red shorts, but I never saw their face. I tried to call out to them, but I couldn't speak. It was as if something was caught in my throat. I tried desperately to call out to the other kid, who stood frozen in place. Silly Bunny came from the doorway on the other side of the courtyard. He walked up to the other kid. I wanted to run and grab the other kid, but I was frozen in place, unable to move like the rest of you. Silly Bunny stopped before the other kid and looked down at him. He towered over that kid like a giant, glaring down at them with those big, dull eyes. The Rabbit grabbed the kid with his left hand and lifted him like it was nothing. He raised his right hand that held that red balloon up high, loosening his grip, and an extra length of the balloon’s string fell from his clenched fist. It was shaped like a noose, and he wrapped it around the kid’s neck. I could do nothing but watch as I saw the kid’s body begin to twitch and pulsate violently. I could still hear their struggling breaths in my sleep. Silly Bunny didn’t move, staring blankly at the scene before him. In fact, I think he was enjoying it, like examining a work of art in the making. Suddenly, the kid’s head popped off, and their limp body fell to the ground with a wet, squishy plop. Silly Bunny watched as the body hit the ground before his feet, and then his attention was to the balloon. He and I watched as the balloon ascended into the air. The head morphed into this dried, mummified husk; two thick strings formed Xs over the eyes, shutting them closed, and the hair on top of the head fused with the balloon’s string. Once the transformation was completed, the new addition began chanting SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, SILLY BUNNY, joining the chorus of other balloons. I looked back down before me, and Silly Bunny was staring directly at me. He tilted his head to the side, lifting his now free right hand, and waved at me with his fingers. I still couldn’t move or make a sound, and Silly Bunny began to skip toward me nervously. I could feel my heart pounding in my tiny chest; his shadow loomed over me, and Silly Bunny stared down at me as he did with the other kid. I could hear him growl and hiss, his hot breath hitting my face, making me tear up. He grabbed me, pinning my arms to my sides, and lifted me off my feet into the air. I thought I saw tears forming beneath his eyes, but his face opened wide across the middle to reveal a gaping hole with yellow fangs. He had me in his grip and was about to have me in his mouth. He lowered me into his mouth to swallow me whole. And as I felt his hot breath hitting my face once more, I finally screamed. I could hear my screams echoing through his mouth like a cave, and then I finally woke up, safe in my bed. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Wait, so the heads were…other children? Like us? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What I wanna know is just how many of us are there? Just the five of us, maybe more? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Please tell me this is all just some big prank or a hoax, anything but it being real, man. I would believe mass hysteria or some collective dream, but this can’t be real! Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Well, what did you see? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I stabbed the fucker in the eye with a pencil. Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… You what? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Yeah, that’s right, and the fucker bleeds too. It bleeds green blood, in case you want to know. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… How? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… On the third night, just like all of you, I woke up in that hallway. I heard the stupid, eerie singing too. Unlike all of you guys, I bolted down the hall like my ass was on fire upon hearing the pounding footsteps coming up behind me as soon as I got up. I didn’t get very far, as that fucking Rabbit was hot on my heels, gaining on me as if I was moving in slow motion. I had just started to run, and as soon as I turned back to look behind me, he was standing there with that stupid wide grin and big, dead eyes. I was older than most of you, so I was fast enough to get away, regardless of all his tricks. I made a sharp turn into one of the classrooms. The room matched the rest of that godforsaken place, made up of sketches and scribbles with rough, black lines that made up everything from the chalkboard to the desks. The Rabbit didn't expect me to turn as soon as I did. It slipped and fell on its side with a loud thud, trying to stop and grab the doorway. I thought I could lose him, but that fucking Rabbit had me cornered now. He just got back to his feet, using the doorframe for leverage; the groaning and grunting echoed throughout the room as I stared in shock. It growled and glared at me; I don’t think it was happy I pulled a stunt like that. I found myself pressed up against one of the desks, and while my hand slid around to catch a grip to support myself, I felt a pencil against the open palm of my hand. As the Rabbit lunged at me, storming with outstretched arms to grab me, I jammed that pencil right into its left eye. It howled and shrieked in pain, recoiling back while green blood poured from its wound. I then heard the loudest, echoing shriek of my life, but not from the fucking Rabbit. It came from outside, and as I clutched my ears shut, I turned to the window to see the severed heads on the balloons, screaming out in pain for their master. The screaming didn’t last long, slowly stopping, and I smiled, thinking I had won. As I said, the fucker bleeds! I watched the creature clutch its injured eye, staining its big white gloves deep green with a big, smug grin on my face. My victory was short-lived, and the thing regained its composure, glaring down at me more pissed than ever. I witnessed its mouth opening wide, hearing that god-awful roar while its head shook rapidly. The damn thing jumped at me, and all I could do was shield myself with my hands and scream. I then woke up in my bed crying, sweat pouring down my body, my heart racing, and I was panting heavily. My parents didn’t care; they didn’t want to hear it. My mother was more worried about me making it to school on time than hearing about how I escaped some kind of fucking dream monster that eats kids! T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Wait, you said you are older than the rest of us? BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Yeah, I was like 13. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was 11… Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was almost four at the time. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was 8…how old did that Justin guy say he was again? T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… 5. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …Did we all experience these nightmares around the same time? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Sorry, I’ve been away for a long while. I needed time to process some things. T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What happened? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I remembered why I didn’t remember much about these dreams…I was repressing it. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Why? Was it any worse than the shit we went through? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Silly Bunny ate my little brother… BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Holy shit… Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Yeah, my younger brother Joey and I were experiencing the same nightmares during those nights. We didn’t see each other or anyone in the first two nightmares, but it was different in the third dream. This time, we woke up in that dream world together. Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Then what happened, dude? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Joey and I were close. He was only a year younger than me, so I always looked out for him like big brothers should. When the nightmares started, I told him I would protect him. Now that we were in this nightmare together, I thought I could keep Joey safe, but I was…wrong. Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Christ… T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… If this is all too much for you, I understand. You don’t have to share something this painful with strangers if you don’t want to. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… No, I need to share this. You all have shared your experiences, and I’m the one who opened this can of worms, so I might as well do my part. As I said, Joey and I woke up next to one another. We found ourselves on our backs out in the hall. I immediately went to check on Joey to see if he was okay. As he nodded that he was okay, I heard that familiar chanting from all the other dreams. I saw the color of Joey’s face grow pale just from hearing that godforsaken singing. He knew as well as I did what was coming: the singing always signaled Silly Bunny’s arrival. Joey and I looked down the long, vast hallway behind us only to see the Bunny standing there, eying us. He was just standing at the end of the hall, looking at us with those big, dull, glazed, dilated eyes with that fixed expression. I grabbed Joey’s hand, pulling him behind me, shielding my little brother from any monster who dared try and hurt him! I felt Joey hunker close to my body as he hid behind me. It was then we heard it… Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Heard what? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… His laugh. That horrible, menacing laugh echoed through the halls like a terrible ringing in your ears. How could I have forgotten such an eerie sound… Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… The Rabbit laughs? I didn’t even know he could speak, let alone laugh. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I think…yes, I think the Rabbit was taunting us. Silly Bunny felt some sick enjoyment from hunting us like a wild game. He wanted us to feel powerless and alone, but I had Joey with me, and I had to protect him. I made a promise to Joey to always protect him. Oh god, Joey…I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I tried…I really did; I tried! T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Okay, Justin, calm down. We know this must be very upsetting for you, revisiting all these bad memories, but going into hysterics isn’t helping anyone. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… You’re right; I’m sorry. It’s just…how could I have forgotten all of this? Carter_Universe95 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Hey, dude, some people deal with these things differently. You blocked it because your mind couldn’t handle it. You were young, and it was traumatizing for all of us. You lost someone dear to you, so no one’s blaming you. Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… …Thanks, man; I needed to hear that. BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… So what happened next? The fucking Rabbit stared at you and your brother from down the hall, and then what? Justin_97 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Oh, sorry…anyway, Joey and I were in the hallway, and Silly Bunny stared down at us. His laugh echoed through the hall, pulsating in our ears. It was like the Joker’s laugh from that 90s cartoon, mixed with this high-pitched wail that made it sound like multiple voices all laughing at once. The walls began to shift and move, and the floor beneath us moved like an oversized treadmill, pulling us closer to Silly Bunny. The shifting patterns of the black scribbly lines that made up floors and walls hurt my eyes. His arms were simply outstretched to grab Joey and me, no balloon in his grasp. We slipped and tried to regain footing along the moving floor. His laughter got louder and louder, and I looked behind me to check on Joey but saw Silly Bunny’s head open up. I saw it, too, like the rest of you; I saw the mouth with those big yellow fangs. His mouth and head moved up and down as he laughed like a demented Loonie Tunes character or a slinky rocking side to side. As I said, I think he was enjoying this sick game of his. I wasn’t about to give up. I had to protect Joey, so I found a way out of the trap. I looked down as I tried to pull Joey and me off the moving floor and saw a gap between the floor and the wall that wasn’t moving. It was a flaw in the monster’s grand design. I shouted to Joey to follow me, and I planted a foot right on the gap, pulling Joey behind me onto it. I then told Joey to run, and we ran up the hall. Silly Bunny wasn’t laughing anymore. I didn’t want to look back, but this little stunt of mine must have caught him off guard or, at the most, pissed him off. Either way, Joey and I heard that roar that shook the entire hall, making the two of us clutch our ears shut, but we kept running. The walls and floor returned to normal, or as normal as before. We just kept running down the seemingly never-ending hall. Joey loudly called out my name, sending a shockwave through my entire body from freight. I turned only to be met with Silly Bunny crawling across the ceiling on all fours, his head spinning backward and mouth wide open, chasing and gaining on the two of us. Silly Bunny scurried across the ceiling like a spider on crack, chomping our heels. I could hear the slapping footsteps above us mixed with that hissing, desperate roar and the panting of my breath. An even louder sound was heard, and Joey and I looked back, but we didn’t stop running. Silly Bunny had jumped down from the ceiling without warning, landing in the hall with a loud crash. He landed with such force that it snapped the sketch-like floorboards beneath the weight of his body, making a crater in the hall's floor. The Bunny gave out another roar and continued to give chase, but Joey and I kept running. He was faster now, gaining on us again almost immediately, yet we remained just out of his reach. We were in his shadow while Silly Bunny loomed over the two of us like a tall mountain. I remember now how small I felt at that moment. Joey cried out to me again, saying he couldn’t keep up. I looked back, and Joey was starting to slow down, and Silly Bunny was right on him. I could feel his sweaty hand slip from mine. I could feel the eyes in my sockets bulge out in terror. I could hear my brother calling out my name, and the last time I saw my brother was when he reached out to me with his little hand as Silly Bunny gobbled him up whole. As loud as possible, I screamed his name, JOEY, and I woke up in bed. It was morning, 6 AM, and as I regained my composure, my Mom stormed in, wanting to know what the noise was about. I lied, telling her it was nothing, which annoyed her more. She just shrugged it off with a huff and checked on Joey. My room was right across the hall from Joey’s, and when she opened the door, I stood in the doorway and passed my mother to my brother’s room; I saw his empty bed. My Mom called out his name and began to frantically search the room, calling my Dad for help, tearing my brother’s room apart, and looking for him, but Joey was nowhere to be found. All the while, I could only stare at the empty bed in my brother’s room. My brother was declared missing soon after. The entire state launched a massive search for him with news coverage, search parties, a reward, and everything, but my brother was never found. I knew what had happened, but I didn’t say anything. I knew the adults would never believe me, so I kept quiet about it all these years. Carter was right; I repressed that memory because I wanted to forget. I remember him going missing; he was declared dead when I was ten, but Silly Bunny…I wish I never remembered what he did to Joey. I couldn’t save him. I’m sorry, Joey… T1FFANYC1AY93 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I’m so sorry… Taki#99 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… Me too, my friend BlackWidowLover91 Subject: Re: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… What I want to know is why this happened. Are we the ones who got away or witnesses made to suffer from the memories? 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Dream HomeHappy belated birthday Amy! Enjoy your story whenever you have the chance! Valka gazed fondly at her three half-human, half-dragon children. Ever since she encountered Soulwings, who preferred to go by Stoick, her life seemed complete. However, the couple knew they would soon have to move from the tiny apartment to a bigger residence. Valka's apartment had been ideal for just two individuals. However, now they had three children to think about, all of whom had already shown traits of their half-dragon nature since they were born at home.Her eldest Hiccup, who resembled her except for his father's nose and eyes, was protectively cradling his younger siblings. For a ten-year-old, it was remarkable how mature and protective he was of his five-year-old brother Boden and their newborn sister Una. She waited anxiously for her spouse to return from his mover job. He said he'd be running a little late since he was moving a wealthy couple into one of the more expensive houses in Dragon City. She took a deep breath, giving her children one final glance before returning to the letter that had come in the mail that day. It contained the solution to their housing dilemma, but she needed to discuss it with her mate first. When he returned home, it was nearly ten. Given the plastic bags he was carrying, he had evidently stopped at the grocery store on the way home. “Val? Are you awake?” he called softly. He didn't want to accidentally wake his three children, especially his newborn daughter.“I'm in the kitchen,” she called back softly. Stoick walked into the kitchen, where they quickly put the groceries away. They each had a strong cup of coffee before Valka showed him the letter. He looked at it perplexed, wondering what it meant. Consequently, Valka explained what it was about. Even though her father, Old Wrinkly, passed a decade ago, just before she met Stoick, the family attorney had to go through numerous legal documents.Valka admitted her father needed to be more organized and have legible handwriting. But now they'd sorted it all out, and she was informed she owned the summer home they used during her childhood.She also had obtained a large sum of money. She pointed out that the house, with both the money and the home being relatively secluded, would be the perfect location to raise their children since they couldn't afford to remain in the city much longer. He thought about it for a while and agreed.But they both knew they'd have to wait until the end of the month, when their lease was up, for Stoick to explain to his supervisor why he was moving and get the paperwork all sorted. Thankfully, a small miracle had happened. Now, they could start the next chapter of their lives while giving their children the freedom to choose. They just hoped it would all work out in the end.
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Fanfiction Writing Advice To write good fanfiction, you have to understand what good writing is. Thus, I strongly recommend you to look up Mark Twain's Rules of Good Writing. They are beneficial and lead to incredible stories.Among the rules is "Use the correct word and not its second cousin." As using my Grammarly will tell you, please use words a knowledgeable audience knows. Don't show off your vocab that forces people to look up the words you are using. It makes it harder to read if you use words people don't know. It only makes it harder to read if people don't know what you're trying to sayAnother important rule is to write in a simple and straightforward style. So you have to ensure people understand both the setting and can follow the plot. The plot must be clearly established. The story will fail if people cannot figure out what you're trying to say or accomplish.It's imperative to proofread and edit several times. If you don't, you won't catch mistakes. Doing it a few times helps reduce these mistakes. Again, getting help from Grammarly or other writing apps is crucial. Also, please don't go overboard on details. Whether its a character's description or parts of the story. Don't go overboard. Allow the reader to fill in some of the blanks with their imagination.If the universe you're writing in has an established timeline, do not stray from it. Do not add events that haven't happened. Yes, many fandoms have a never-ending repeating year. However, try to stay within the established years. Do proper research with any story you're writing. Yet don't info dump. People are not reading fanfics to be given a history lecture. We're reading to escape reality for a few hours.Also, please don't make the chapters too long. You don't have to cram so much into one chapter. This can be a turn-off for many readers if they slog through an extremely long chapter. So it would be best to strike a balance between how many chapters and how long they are sometimes if the story is longer than you expected. Then it would be best if you broke it up into smaller stories based on the arc.Some ideas need more time to write. But again, don't make incredibly long chapters. So break it up into smaller chapters. But not overly long either. However, don't overdo the chapters, either. Again its a crucial balance between the length of the story and the chapter. If its extremely long in both chapter and length of the chapter, plenty of people will forget the story. If there is no end in sight.Or because they cannot follow along. Due to the length, it would be tough to remember everything. So again, strike the right balance and know when to break it into smaller stories.Please remember to add actions and emotions when a person is speaking. But do not write the actions as if they're saying them. For example, if someone is sobbing, please don't say "Sob, How, Sob." This makes it look like they're saying it. Which is sloppy writing and again shows you didn't proofread.Also, it would be best to care about who is reading your stories. There is no point in posting online if you don't care about others. Finally, you must listen to constructive criticism if you genuinely wish to improve. Don't be so high and mighty. It would be best if you showed the ability to listen and humility. If you think you're perfect, you'll never grow, particularly if people have repeatedly pointed out the same problem.A reviewer's job is to help people better themselves. There is a clear difference between trolling and constructive criticism. Again, don't be so proud that you can't swallow your pride and listen to those trying to help.While having a baseline for your stories is good, it also helps not to make it concrete. Your story is likely to change many times over. So be flexible both when you're posting and when you're writing. Ensure you've quality over quantity.Also, don't write just for a knitch. It's also a good idea to show some form of originality. That means you shouldn't rehash the existing story by adding a butt load of characters that don't add or change the plot. Also, try to go a little out of your comfort zone. So you can grow as a writer.Original Characters can be extremely tricky. First, you must ensure they're not overly powerful, relatable, and fit into the world. I've seen too many times people add a shit load of characters that don't add anything. Instead, they're clearly Sues because they're too powerful. Or not relatable at all.You've to make someone human by figuring out the character psychologically. So please don't write out what their flaws are. Instead, write them in your mind without preconceived flaws. Let them come out naturally as you're writing.Overplanning leads to problems. Often its better to let the characters write themselves then have them planned out. That way, it comes across as more natural. Again, it's important to show humility and not think you're perfect. For any occupation, you never stop learning. So avoid being prideful and unable to grow.Also, attempts at times to break free from established storylines. We've had plenty of stories that are so similar and to predictable that the storyline isn't interesting at all. Don't be afraid to break free of the norms. Remember, real life isn't clear-cut. Also, make your characters as well-rounded as they can be.Worldbuilding and character development are critical. However, neither should be overdone. Again don't shove it down someone's throat. Strike the right balance between show and tell. Don't worry about real-world logic. As long as it fits the logic within the story, it will be fine. After all, in fiction? Real-world logic goes out the window from the start.Also, it would be best if you offered the bad guys a chance at redemption. It's easy to die or do nothing. But it is a more significant challenge for someone to admit their mistakes. Then grow as a person and change. So that's more interesting. Also, don't be afraid to let your heroes fall to the dark side. Everyone is vulnerable to temptation. People are complex and not perfect. Anyone can give into temptation. So don't be afraid if the good guys go south.While it's vital to keep canon characters in character, don't be afraid to let them step out of their comfort zone. Particularly if its an alternate universe. Remember, in fiction, there are no limits.However, again keep it within the constraints of the universe you're writing about. Don't throw things out of left field. Instead, ensure that it fits into the established rules in your stories.Again, make it less predictable, so people will find it interesting. Change things up and think outside of the box. Once again, don't be afraid to go against the norms. Always ask for a second opinion. However, it is helpful to ask someone who isn't biased. So do your best to push yourself. That's my concluding thoughts.
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''Hold on''
I do not want to imagine
without living.
Demons in me will prevail,
I will lose my mind and control
for its existence
I will lose myself.
Do not leave me
on my knees I beg you.
Stay with me.
Go back to me again.
I have to feel
your presence again
I want to see your beautiful face,
to hear your tender voice
and your wonderful laughter
to touch your hands,
to hear the rhythm of your heart.
I promise you,
I'll love you forever, just come back to me.
I would never throw you away
out of my heart,
because I love you.
Come back to me!
I do not want,
without you to live!
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I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)
***Hello again, many people remember that read my work titled “Much Love”, that at MWFF 2014, I went to a panel where I discovered more about myself.
That same night, mere hours after I got home, I had a dream about “Axel”.
This was the dream I had about myself and discovering Axel, my fursona.
I hope you enjoy. :D
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“I am Axel”
Its dark,
Midnight black.
Where am I?
That noise,
Could it be...sobbing?
Forward I go,
Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
Its dimly lit,
But I can see myself.
I am sitting on a wooden chair,
Carved into it are the words I used to think of myself:
Dumb, useless, clumsy, walked-on, clipped, hurt...
My hands over my eyes,
slouched forward;
the sobs swell.
That was me.
The me they’ve hurt.
The me they’ve tortured with taunts.
The me they’ve ignored.
Th
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Dying Embers Prologue
Dying Embers Prologue
Fear.
The pain-bringer would come again.
Pain.
The pain came in waves one upon the next.
Loneliness.
Something in her called out to the points of light she could feel through the suffering; points that she could never see or touch.
Longing.
There was awareness, a deep understanding that there was more than this never ending cycle of pain and fear. That something should be filling the deep aching emptiness inside of her. There was awareness, but little more.
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Winter love
Twilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
unexpected pregnancies.
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
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FFM 12: The Choice
My hands gingerly rub over the roundness of my belly, to lovingly stroke the bareness of my flesh. Leaning back against my beach chair I stare absently out at the ocean's tide. Recalling the words from earlier this morning that the Doctor told me in a sorrow coated tone. "I need you to understand that the chances of you both living are very slim. Either you won't make it without taking the chemo or the baby will die by you taking the chemo. I am suppose to advise you to get an abortion so you can get on treatment as soon as possible."
I watched him grow still. I instantly took it as my cue to speak up. "What do you think I should do?"
His eyes clouded as he lifted a hand and rubbed his temples. "I don't know…”
I shake the memory from my mind then silently I move my eyes down to my baby bump and smile softly. "Don't worry baby, mommy will always keep you safe." I whisper tenderly. Out of the corner of my eye I catch the movement of his lean, tall body moving my way. Turning
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I am
I am…
Four words to a page,
Snowflakes on car windows.
Daggers welded by the draw of a tongue,
Fire flickering on sun tanned skin.
I am…
Blades of grass blowing in the wind,
Tidal waves swallowing islands in my wake.
An ember dying for the very first-last time,
Stainless cotton candy clouds-
-floating in the dreams of the innocent.
I am…
Gunfire, birthing a war,
Heated words molding lovers into haters.
Truths crafted into lies,
Life crammed into death.
I am…
Secret kisses, tamed embraces,
Hidden lovers with hurricane force winds –love-.
Two souls entwined by fate, never to part.
Lovers mark, lovers grip,
I am…
Words created by the broken heart,
Fairy-tails brought on by a child’s mind.
A lovesick teenager’s emotions spewed onto a page.
I am every escape and every release.
I am…
This poem,
Your poem,
Every poem that was,
and every poem that will ever be.
I am….<
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Warm Guaridans chapter 5 Day two : The Heiress
Warm guardians chapter 5  Day two: The Heiress or the Dentist?
I found myself staring at the ceiling the night was still young the moon seemed unnaturally bright tonight but I did not care, I had taken advantage of Tooth after killing her boyfriend.  What am I ? How could I live with myself after that Tooth said I was a good person but after what I did I was not so sure.
I needed to know more about her, to help get past our tension but the only thing I knew about her was her love for teeth and her dead crush Jack Frost who obviously could not help him out in this situation. I glanced back at Tooth curled in a blanket on the floor. It must be nice to sleep, but the dead do not dream.
This is as close as we get.
I pulled out Zinc's brain and took a bite, and gasped as the bright light brought me inside the memory.
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I'm Zinc Collins I'm thirteen years old, I just home from school a fresh bruise
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Camo girl chapter 11: The impossible Dream
Camo Girl: Chapter 11:
Lance was starting to get worried, he did not want Cameron to get hurt. He glared down at Cameron’s mask and grasped it with his hands as if he had found a treasure. The training grounds were in sambas pieces or wood medial  and wire were lying on the ground burned from Comanditka’s energy balls.
“I Am sorry about what happened I should have been there”.
Lance shook his head “No, I should have done something it is not your fault Tamera”.
Tamera walked over to Lance and then sat next to him, under the tree the clouds were starting to part their separate ways, creating a crystal blue sky abundant with peaceful whispers of the wind, kicking up the golden sand. As Tamera sat down the wind picked up making Tamera ’s red hair to fall gracefully in the wind.
“Lance for what its worth you tried your best that is an improvement from your days as the class clown.”
Tamera could not tell what
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Keeping our love a secret chapter 14
A/ N : Sorry, I did not update in a long time, but Iam back to give you guys more Keeping our love a secret! Let me know how I did on this chapter and what I could improve on and remember to review. Everytime I get a new review it makes me happy hope you like this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything exept Day, Collector, and Z
Enjoy!
Keeping our love a secret chapter 14: The sound of Madness
Collector glared at the man, as he pulled out his twin blades getting into battle stance, he spat on the ground and charged up his blades and ran up to the man. But, he dodged Collector's attack and chucked his needles at one of Collector's pressure points near his hand, causing him to drop one of his blades and stumble over in pain and breathe heavily. He tried to use his powers to mask the pain but, it was no use the more power he used the more pain he experienced.
The man let out a chilling laugh, that made Stio
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Song Of The Cicada
crawling, digging
dark oppressive earth
eating bitter roots
soil dry, sometimes wet
for two years
these unseen
places
are my home
suddenly, light
I have come
to the surface
for reasons I don't know
wind, I have never felt
out of instinct
I climb
higher than I have ever been
body freezes
clinging to the bark
pressure
I leave my body behind
soft, quivering
I leave my old shell
so strange
this new body of mine
slowly, waiting
my body hardens
I flex
my fragile wings
flying, searching
I sing for the others
somehow
I know are there
listening, hearing
what I want
to find
I go to him
finding another
just like me
but
different colors
instinct, mating
all is instinct
separation
growing weak
looking, finding
soil that is moist
I land
and lay my eggs
flying, falling
strength is leaving
I fall
to the hard earth
many changes
I have seen
during
my short life
from the dirt, to the sky
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Good bye Nicole
You suck the ocean dry
An all the oxygen in the sky
You think it is all for you
Selfish til the end sad but true
I really liked you and your smile
For a time I thought my effort was worthwhile
But I was just plan B
I never opened my eyes to see
Every time I kissed you good night
It was the final moment of delight
I truly cared about you
The love was there the feelings were true
Seems like all my effort was a waste
Leaving me with a sour after taste
In your mind I never had a chance
To be with you feeling the magic of romance
You broke my heart
Time after time you ripped me apart
I wasn't after you for sex or lust
Things that lack true emotion vanish like dust
Several months ago I set my eyes on you
Hoping that someday you would feel that way too
Sadly I was mistaken and wrong
This is what I feared all along
This pain and agony is getting to me
Doing heavy damage mentally
I can't even be her friend
No more opinions or care to lend
I'm in shock
As I gaze at my computer and my clock
Ni ma
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I Am
I am the vagabond
Writing secrets on the wall.
I am the gambler
Waiting on the house of cards to fall.
I am the artist
Sitting—uninspired—in the dark.
I am the watchdog
Growing fat without his bark.
I am the writer
Fingers frozen on the keys.
I am the imperfect one
Longing only to please.
I am the broken heart
Bleeding long into the night.
I am the wrong-doer
Seeking to set things right.
I am the regretful one,
Wondering where it all went wrong.
I am the songwriter
Looking for his perfect song.
I am the poem
Unwritten.
I am the hymn
Unsung.
I am the words
Unsaid.
I am the task
Undone.
I am the plea
Unheard.
I am.
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Maj0rMareMolester Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Anytime :D I'm not sure what all benefits contributors have at the moment because I've never really messed with it but I'll give you some benefits (if you aren't already set up to how I like) as soon as I get some time to mess around in the admin area ^^
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FedersStrich Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for inviting me to your group:hug:
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bejay89 Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's a great pleasure :D
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FedersStrich Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hehehe :wave:
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bejay89 Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hihi :hug:
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iluvsantaclaws Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This seems like a pretty quiet group Hiiiii guys!!! :O
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FadingAqueous Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
lol kinda. Most of the members just submit. Few get into the contests. :/
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iluvsantaclaws Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'd participate in contests I love competing... but I'm a sore loser I mean seriously. I'm too headstrong and stubborn *mom comes on and adds this* LIKE HER FATHER
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FadingAqueous Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Lol I know the feeling and thank you very much for the feedback :)
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SarahSildaSIXX Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
Hey ummm question. Would my Loki based story A Mischrif's life, would that be considered fantasy? there isnt magic yet, but there are a few deep parts and magic along the way. Can i submit it to this group? Or ven submit it for this contest?
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