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sandythereadingcafe · 11 days ago
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REVIEW:
DEEP RIVER PROMISE (Alaska Homecoming 2) by Jackie Ashenden at The Reading Cafe:
‘inspiring yet heart breaking’
http://www.thereadingcafe.com/deep-river-promise-by-jackie-ashenden-a-review/
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waaaiz · 18 hours ago
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Can you go more into Alfred's Puritan trauma or how his Puritan days affected him during and even after their decline? I feel like the fan base mentions it sometimes as a offhand joke but never really goes into how it affected him compared to like Romano or Spain having religious trauma or catholic guilt.
I think the best way to do this is to compare Alfred’s Puritanism with Matt’s Catholicism. A lot about how the North American Brothers were reared, the differences between them stemming from the situations of their births. Children born on the edge of a continent, they and their bodies embodiments of a frontier were European and First Nation blurred together into something new and how it lead to the men they are today. Lord this got long, sorry.
Canada: born Matthieu, in the north where there were never enough European women and relationships between Frenchmen and First Nations women were if not encouraged by the authorities and catholic church, nonetheless extremely important to the fur trade and thus tolerated. The children of those offspring with the rosaries of their father's and the family and clan and tribe connections of their mothers and the tongues of each. They weren't by any means rare. They were important go-betweens and controlled lucrative positions. There were never enough people in Quebec, never enough hands, so every child was precious and the responsibility of the community as well as the parents who bore them. Matt was raised on the river, rocked to sleep in canoes sliding gently to their next destination, and portaged across rapids same as the canoes themselves on the backs of men and women who viewed him as their own. If not of their bodies, then of their language and communities. If he's smaller and less sturdy than the average child, well that's no reason to worry, all children take ill. Teach the boy his letters, make sure the priests teach him. Keep him warm and safe and he'll grow. Whatever shy nature he has is as endearing. He's nothing unusual, and he's cherished because he is a child, a promise of the future. Francis' lack of care was never noticed because his community took him to their breast as their own son, and he was never motherless as the Virgin is the mother of all. His entire life, he has found his strength in others. Fathers, siblings, friends, partners. To this day, he adapts to change through the strength of community, a deep sense of shared love that keeps him whole.   America, born Alfred, of the south. Where the English especially those Puritans drew hard lines between who was and was not one of them. Children under Calvinism are not inherently good, they are not born free of sin. Children who stood out, who weren't plainly english? They carried a stain. They may not be saved no matter what care is given. They have no inherent goodness. The people of this land are to be feared, not leveraged for profit, or to fight any enemy. Alfred's father is powerful, yes, but being ripped to shreds across the sea in a civil war. Who is his mother? Who claims him? The colony is growing fast. There is competition, not enough food to go around. Alfred is a hale, freakishly strong child who rarely takes ill when epidemics rush through communities. His entire life, like Matt's, relied upon the kindness of strangers when arrangements from Arthur fell apart when plans rotted through. When being a child wasn't enough to keep himself safe, Alfred learned young how to charm, how to ingratiate himself into a community. He learns to work hard, to take in information at a moment. He knows when to run when to smile, what to say. How to make mothers take him in, how to make father's spare the lash. His ambition and social skills kept him alive. He keeps his hands empty, his posture loose and he smiles. Lopsided, adorable, maybe too many teeth, easily given to women as too a hanging noose. His entire life, his individuality is what made him. He pulls from inside himself, his own ambition, his own intelligence, his own drive. He has the desire, energy, and will put what he believes into force. Matt's given faith was tied to the land he was born in, the rivers and settlements named for the revered and the saintly and adapted with time to what he needed them to while always retaining unshakeable faith in forgiveness. Whatever he did, whatever sacrifices he made, killing he committed, or pleasure he indulged, he would be forgiven. 
Alfred's Protestantism was always his own, always a private matter between him and god and the hangman's tree. He carried the doubts of predestination with him across time and the continent, never guaranteed in his goodness, always half afraid he'd be obliterated for his ambition or that’d he pay if he didn’t obey. God did not forgive if you were already damned. His sins may never be washed from his hands. 
Where Matt and his Catholicism formed him to fit a family, a community, and the needs of others, Alfred and his Protestantism carved the world in his image. Where Matthew compromises, adapts to others, and yields. Alfred creates, advances his ideas, and wins. It made them the men they are, the nations they are.
(As always, my university education history was mostly in the 20th century and I am always open to corrections if I am wrong or just poorly nuanced or worded wrong in some way.)
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penaltybox14 · 22 hours ago
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Decofiremen: Silky, the Sear, and the fever
@darknight-brightstar @zeitheist @squad51goals Where Silky sweats in a hospital bed, wanting forgiveness, and Birch sits beside him, wanting the same thing. 
Thomas does not really sleep.  The fever pulls him one way and the Sear pulls another, and he lies shadowy and suspended between them, like birds on a telegraph wire.  But while he does not sleep he seems to dream: or maybe, he is simply tumbled back and forth in time, which has no meaning or reason.  Memories burst unbidden from the bubbles in his lungs, they sluice down into the needle from the bottle hanging above his bed.  Lungs, bottle, bed, light, dark.  He struggles to breathe: air in, air out.  It catches inside him, trapped, fights inside his chest and throws outward through his teeth: he coughs, wheezes, coughs again. 
A hand lays on him: his Sear skews out in all directions.  He thinks of the Jesuits, in Rochester, and then the nuns, in Greenwich Village when he was just a wisp still.  He'd been reared on rows of beds and tall windows and the promise of a greater light.  Sisters had sat with him through fever when he was small, tended his body with damp flannels and peaceful words.  But this touch strikes him like a pig-axe deep in his lights, and the fever skitters around it, hissing like coals.
When he opens his eyes the world is blocks of light and humming shadow, blurred, throbbing strangely.  The teeth of the night-time are ground to the root and the day is straining on the horizon.  Who's to sound the waking bell, who's already awake to tend the horses?
He closes his eyes again but the hand is insistent: it is familiar.  It is real.  He remembers. 
If he is dreaming, he thinks, turning his head: it would be a fine dream to stay in.  If he is dead, he thinks, it would be a fine enough welcome to St Peter's dew-damp fields. 
He was not dead or dreaming then and he is not now, not again, not when his vision stills and the sweat stops stinging his eyes. 
"Easy, Silks," says the sight of distant smoke.  "Easy now."
Thomas wants to take in the face: the throat, the stiff collar, the heavy coat with the captain's sigil on the sleeve, the hands, the dirty nails.  That coat looks as if it's never been worn; as if it still has cedar in the pockets.
The face is bent now, in hands, the one scarred - the skin flat and toneless, pale as Irish table-linens.  The shoulders curve and hunch.  He looks as though he is praying, though Thomas knows he never prayed to any God in his life but stubborn will and worn no halo but his own fists. 
He is not real.  How can he be real, be here.
I never guessed I would see you again.  I never had any hope of that. 
I used to pray for it.  Did you know?  How I used to pray to God you would forgive me, what I couldn't do for you?
At the crest of dawn and cradled in the fever's breast he dreams about Saint Florian's Hall and the morning sun, in thick, dusty blocks, breaking in and painting gold the decades of wax and polish on the floor.  Men stood, clasped firmly in wool, white gloves, their hair glossy with pomade, mustaches waxed as the floor, men waited with furtive eyes and firm jaws for their belts, their flourishes, their captain's coat and sigil. 
An empty auditorium, a single wooden chair that clacks when it opens and leans hard on one leg.  Clacks like a laugh.  Lit up by a sunbeam.  Among that room of stoic men, who whispered.  The sun holding up the ceiling, the dust suspended like ash in water in gutters, gulped down by drains and washed away to the river. 
When he coughs, the dust motes dance in the light, and shine like sparks.  It hurts to breathe, but the dream hurts more, he doesn't want to go back there.
Thomas sweats as if he lies in state in embers, watches the coals thrum and throb like the gloss of a gelding's croup at the canter, in the sun, in the blazing scorching half-twilight of a four-alarm blaze.  He sweats in the dark: where the sun and the house have fallen, the rafters stove-in like ribs, where the smoke ate up his tongue like rats and his sear scratched out his outstretched hand and he was too late, and he doesn't want to go back there.
Thomas opens his eyes.  He imagines that he opens his eyes and everything is right-side up again. 
Thomas opens his eyes.  He stares at the high ceiling.  His chest is broken open and all his dreams flown out, scattered and fearful. 
Thomas opens his eyes and turns his head: there is his brother, exactly where the sear said that he ought to be.
"My God," he whispers, his voice as dry as decades.  "You're still here."
Birchy looks at him, his eyes red, as if he has been walking through smoke.  Birchy's mouth moves: opens.  Closes.  His throat bobs hard and his lips grow tight.  He is sorry, says the deep sear.  He is so, so sorry. 
For what?
"I left."
"Oh."
The sear moves around him like a cloak, like something he could sink his hands into, some holy thing that ties him to earth and flesh.  His younger self draped across the flank of a horse, his hand on the muscular arch of its great neck.  God lives in the hands.  God speaks in the eyes.  Listen, Thomas, say the Jesuits.  Listen, Castor, says old Kidder Parson. 
You alright there?  Says a boy, years ago, at Captain Jack Hazel's engine-house.  Lying in bed and reeking as the sweat of their sear dries on their skin.  Feeling tender-skinned and brand new. 
"You're here," Thomas says.  "Now."
"Aye," Birchy says.  "I am, now."
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fanschaotictrash · a day ago
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Renga ~ The Snow Filled Night
Reki didn’t know what to do. He was coming at him at full speed. He knew he should be focused on turning, doing something to protect himself, but all he could see, all he could think about, was that face.
Behind the mask, his eyes were as dark as night, the blackness nearly impassable, no matter how much Reki squinted, trying to see a human element in them. His teeth were as sharp as daggers and pulled into a wide, pleasured grin. Reki was terrified, and he loved that.
“Aw, just look at your terrified expression. Come here, little lamb,” Adam chimed eerily and Reki’s eyes widened. He had to move, he had to act fast but he was frozen! As he was thinking all this through, mind screaming, he found Adam had gotten dangerously close to him and, at this point, all he could do was scream. His body finally reacted, stepping back and causing him to violently tumble off of his skateboard. As he fell, all he could hear was that hyena’s sadistic laughs, and all he could feel was the pain that shot violently through him, making him believe every bone, every muscle, was about to snap. He hit the ground hard, street lights flooding into his pained eyes.
Reki woke up with a start, covered in sweat and panting. He looked around, trying to become adjusted to his surroundings, reminding himself he wasn’t there, but every time he closed his eyes all he could see was him. Tears filled his eyes and he took deep breaths, trying to calm down. The gasping and sudden movement woke up the boy beside him.
"Reki?" Langa asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes. They were sleeping on the floor together in Reki's room. The idea had mostly been his mother's idea but he didn't object. It sounded like fun, and they had fun, in the daytime at least. Langa examined him further, eyebrows furrowing as he realized the state he was in. He quickly sat up, moving to sit next to Reki. "What's wrong? You're as pale as a sheet," he noted and Reki swallowed.
"It's nothing, I’m fine," he lied, causing Langa to raise an eyebrow.
"This clearly isn't nothing, Reki. Did you have a nightmare?" He hesitated.
"Yeah…" Langa paused.
“Was it about Adam?” he asked and Reki fell silent. “We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
“How do you know that, Langa?” Reki shot back, more aggressively than he intended. “More importantly, if he does come back, am I going to be able to talk you out of skating with him again?” Langa blinked in alarm, icy blue eyes brightening in a way.
“I wouldn’t! I don’t want you to ever get hurt again,” Langa assured him but Reki still had his doubts. He looked down, biting his lip.
“But will that be enough to stop you from racing against him? I mean, if he tried he could probably con-” he began when Langa suddenly pulled him into a hug, causing his eyes to widen. He wrapped his tender arms around Reki, head landing on his shoulder, the action as soft as falling snow. His silver hair brushed against Reki’s neck, serving as a voluntary cushion and feeling like a river against his skin. Reki stared at Langa, and he could have sworn his body perfectly fit the space between them, a hole he was only beginning to become aware of in his now sunken chest. He found himself collapsing into it as well, heart drifting there without his consent.
"I don’t want you to ever get hurt again," Langa repeated in a whisper as he held him close, hand wandering up his back and stroking his hair. Reki found himself becoming still, though he wasn’t tense, focusing on the sensation of those skinny fingers flowing through his red hair. They found a strand, intertwining around it and tugging it lightly. “I promise, I really mean it this time, Reki.” Reki carefully wrapped his arms around Langa as well, grasping onto the back of his shirt.
“You swear it?” he checked. He could feel Langa nod, pulling him even closer.
“Of course,” he breathed, as if it was the easiest thing for him and Reki couldn’t maintain his suspicions. Besides, the warmth from Langa’s body so closely to his was causing his eyelids to droop. He tried to speak but the words simply slipped and he couldn’t bring himself to continue arguing. He felt so...safe. He never wanted to leave, the nightmares couldn’t reach him there. As the sensation became stronger and stronger his hands slipped and he glided down Langa’s body, head landing on his chest as he buried his face into it, taking in his clear mint scent. He could hear Langa’s heart beat dramatically in surprise.
“R-Reki?” Langa asked, and, suspecting he might move him, Reki groaned. He didn’t want to move, even if his mother would find them like that in the morning. He hardly cared, for once his desire outweighed his worries. His face turned red as he weakly grabbed onto Langa’s shirt.
“Langa,” Reki whined back and he could feel Langa laugh lightly, bending down and giving him a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
“Okay,” Langa agreed quietly and the smile could be heard in his voice. Both his arms rejoined to wrap around Reki securely as he carefully and slowly pulled them both down, their heads landing on Reki’s pillow. Reki let out a breath of relief and Langa reached up, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Reki finally let his eyes close, drifting off into that space just for him, right next to Langa’s heart. “Goodnight, Reki.”
“Goodnight, Lan…”
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She didn’t know many things, but she knew she lived in the greatest country in the world. 
She had been taught that her country had been torn into two by war. It was their admirable leader who kept their people safe from the depraved enemies that surrounded them.
Her entire existence was spent within the confines of a small border village. From sunrise to sunset, people of all ages worked tirelessly on the field. Day after day she carried buckets of water on her shoulders until they bled and worked the field until dirt had stained her hands and feet brown. Life was hard here, but it was home to a tight-knit community of tenacious individuals that shared both hardships and laughter.
She was content with her small bubble, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about the outside world. Every night when her village was plagued by complete darkness, she would stare across the river where there was a sea of lights. As a young child who was afraid of the dark, she wondered what it would be like for the children on the other side who could live without fear.
“They may have electric lights, but we have the stars that shine just as brightly,” her mother had reassured her. “There’s no reason to be afraid when they will always watch over you.” 
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Neither her leader or the stars could protect her community from the following events. Year after year, more land would be rendered unusable, rapidly declining rice yields.
 She had witnessed neighbours wither away to death. Maggots that pooled out of the fleshy openings of the corpses became a cherished food source.
Her father had to resort to smuggling foreign goods to put food in their mouths, but this endeavor had led to his arrest. When the soldiers escorted him from their home, she wanted to run after him and hold onto his legs tight. Instead, she clenched her fists so tightly that it drew blood. Unless she wanted to be sent to the labour camps as well, she had to remain planted on her feet. 
Eventually, her family would have to consume grass and soil in feeble attempts to fill the emptiness of their stomachs.
Hunger was a feeling that infested every part of the mind and body— there was no room for politics or even morality. It was this deep-seeded feeling that drove her mother to make the grave decision to pool their remaining money to bribe the fishermen for a boat. They were very aware that the act of escape was a death sentence, but staying felt like just the same.
She was sixteen years old and had never stepped foot out of her village before. She could only take one longing look at the house that held the memories of her youth before sneaking out to the river. They rowed frenziedly across the water towards the promise of plentiful food. They hoped the darkness would blanket their movements from the overlooking border patrols.
Bang.
Someone had spotted them. She twisted back to see red blossoming across her mother’s chest.  Her mother used her last strength to push her off the boat. She scrambled to grasp her mother’s arms to keep her by her side, but she remained in her spot awaiting capture. It went against everything her heart was telling her, but she continued swimming towards the elusive lights in the distance. Time for grief and reflection was a luxury in the face of immediate danger.
The journey meant for two, ended in one.
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luke-x-percy · a day ago
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I can always tell when people haven't read the books and are just parroting shit they hear thinking it’s so hot when it’s icy cold so welcome to another segment of Robin Educates Ya'll With Quotes From The Series: Nico and Percy edition!
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“I won’t tell on you,” he said. “But you have to promise to keep my sister safe.”
“I...that’s a big thing to promise, Nico, on a trip like this. Besides, she’s got Zoe, Grover, and Thalia -”
“Promise,” he insisted.
“I’ll do my best. I promise that.”
[Titan’s Curse, pg 119]
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Bianca’s jaw tightened. “No. I’ll go.”
“You can’t! You’re new at this! You’ll die.”
“It’s my fault the monster came after us,” she said. “It’s my responsibility. Here.” She picked up the little god statue and pressed it into my hand. “If anything happens, give that to Nico. Tell him...tell him I’m sorry.”
“Bianca!” But she wasn’t waiting for me. She charged at the monster’s left foot.
[Titan’s Curse, pg 196]
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Awestruck, I looked to Nico. “How did you-”
“Go away!” he yelled. “I hate you! I wish you were dead!”
The ground didn’t swallow me up, but Nico ran down the steps, heading toward the woods. I started to follow but slipped and fell onto the icy steps. When I got up, I noticed what I’d slipped on.
[Titan’s Curse, pg 308]
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Annabeth and Grover helped me search the woods for hours, but there was no sign of Nico di Angelo. [Titan’s Curse, pg 309]
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“I can’t let Nico be in any more danger,” I said. “I owe that much to his sister. I...I let them both down. I’m not going to let that poor kid suffer anymore.”
“The poor kid who hates you and wants to see you dead,” Grover reminded me.
“Maybe we can find him,” I said. “We can convince him it’s okay, hide him someplace safe.”
[Titan’s Curse, pg 310]
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“So the Nico boy is gone now?”
“I-I guess. I tried to search for him this spring. So did Annabeth. But we didn’t have any luck. This is secret, Tyson, okay? If anyone found out he was a son of Hades, he would be in danger. You can’t even tell Chiron.”
[Battle of the Labyrinth, pg 38]
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“Percy has been worried about you, Nico. He can help. I let him see what you were up to, hoping he would find you.”
[Battle of the Labyrinth, pg 167]
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“We missed you at dinner,” I said. “You could’ve sat with me.”
“No.”
“Nico, you can’t miss every meal. If you don’t want to stay with Hermes, maybe they can make an exception and put you in the Big House. They’ve got plenty of rooms.”
“I’m not staying, Percy.”
“But...you can’t just leave. It’s too dangerous out there for a lone half-blood. You need to train.”
“I train with the dead,” he said flatly. “This camp isn’t for me. There’s a reason they didn’t put a cabin to Hades here, Percy. He’s not welcome, any more than he is on Olympus. I don’t belong. I have to go.”
I wanted to argue, but part of me knew he was right. I didn’t like it, but Nico would have to find his own, dark way.
[..]
“Makes sense,” I admitted. “But I hope we don’t have to be enemies.”
He lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry I was a brat. I should’ve listened to you about Bianca.”
[...]
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I nodded. “Keep in touch, Nico.”
[Battle of the Labyrinth, pg 342-344]
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He looked up at the Furies and took a deep breath. “I’ve done what my father asked. Take us to the palace.”
I tense. “Wait a second, Nico. What do you -”
“I’m afraid this is my new lead, Percy. My father promised me information about my family, but he wants to see you before we try the river. I’m sorry.”
“You tricked me?” I was so mad I couldn’t think. I lunged at him, but the Furies were fast. Two of them swooped down and plucked me up by the arms. [...] “All right, traitor,” I growled at Nico. “You’ve got your prize. Take me to the stupid palace.”
[The Last Olympian, pg 119/120]
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The mountain of darkness loomed above me. A foot the size of Yankee Stadium was about to smash me when a voice hissed, “Percy!”
I lunged out blindly. Before I was fully awake, I had Nico pinned to the floor of the cell with the edge of my sword at his throat.
“Want...to...rescue,” he choked.
Anger woke me up fast. “Oh, yeah? And why should I trust you?”
“No...choice?” he gagged.
I wished he hadn’t said something logical like that. I let him go.
Nico curled into a ball and made retching sounds while his throat recovered. Finally he got to his feet, eyeing my sword warily. His own blade was sheathed. I suppose if he’d wanted to kill me, he could have done it while I slept. Still, I didn’t trust him.
[The Last Olympian, pg 129/130]
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Nico slid off Mrs. O’Leary’s back and crumpled in a heap on the black sand.
I took out a square of ambrosia - part of the emergency god-food I always kept with me. It was a little bashed up, but Nico chewed it.
“Uh,” he mumbled. “Better.”
[...]
I caught him before he could pass out again.
[The Last Olympian, pg 132]
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“Go back to your father,” I told Nico. “Tell him he owes me for letting him go. Find out what’s going to happen to Mount Olympus and convince him to help.”
Nico stared at me. “I...I can’t. He’ll hate me now. I mean...even more.”
“You have to,” I said. “You owe me too.”
His ears turned red. “Percy, I told you I was sorry. Please...let me come with you. I want to fight.”
“You’ll be more help down here.”
“You mean you don’t trust me anymore,” he said miserably.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what I meant. I was too stunned by what I’d just done in battle to think clearly.
“Just go back to your father,” I said, trying not to sound too harsh. “Work on him. You’re the only person who might be able to get him to listen.”
[The Last Olympian, pg 139/140]
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Percy stared at his jelly donut. He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades’s palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn’t deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn’t stand seeing Hazel in pain.
“We’ll rescue him,” he promised her. “We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.”
[Mark of Athena, pg 172/173]
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“Plans?” Hazel asked. “Nico has until sunset - at best. And this entire city is supposedly getting destroyed today.”
Percy shook himself out of his daze. “You’re right. Annabeth...did you zero in on that spot from your bronze map?”
[Mark of Athena, pg 384/385]
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Otis trudged over to the dias, stopping occasionally to do a pile. He knocked over the jar, the lid popped off, and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too-skinny frame made Percy’s heart stop. Percy couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way.
[Mark of Athena, pg 508]
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At Otis’s feet, Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive.
[Mark of Athena, pg 509]
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The past week or so, Percy had imagined a lot of scathing things he might say to Nico when they met again, but the guy looked so frail and sad, Percy couldn’t muster up much anger.
[Mark of Athena, pg 536]
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Nico’s eyes looked like shattered glass. Percy wondered sadly if something inside him had broken permanently.
[Mark of Athena, pg 539]
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To recap: Percy never promised Nico that he wouldn't let Bianca die - he promised to do his best. Percy never promised Bianca that he would look after Nico. Percy spends months looking for Nico and never not even once told him to get lost. Nico was manipulated by Hades so that he'd bring Percy to him, and Percy was rightfully angry about it. The last person to betray Percy was Luke (and you all want Luke to die for that). Percy constantly worries about Nico.
Percy doesn't have to apologize to Nico for shit and he didn't "do him dirty" in the slightest.
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freefallingup13 · a day ago
Ethereal, selenite, and cloud?
Ethereal; What’s one dream you would like to come true?
Honestly? I already know all my dreams are gonna come true. I’ve got a man who loves me, we’re planning on having a farm (with chickens!!!!), and we’ll have two kids that we’ve promised to raise right.
I don’t even care in the end if I become a certified paleontologist with a degree. I’ll be happy as long as I’m with him.
Selenite; River or ocean?
Shit, that’s hard, I love the water. I gotta say I’ve had much nicer experiences swimming in the ocean than in freshwater lakes and rivers, though. Going to the beach, you were allowed to swim in it, and it was clear and the motion of the waves is overwhelming to a short kid like I was; powerful in a way I couldn’t describe.
On the other hand, the river makes me think of my dad. When I was a kid, he had a speedboat with a yellow stripe down the sides, and he would take me out fishing when I was with him on the weekends. I caught a crappy (carp?) half my size. And lakes, I remember camping with him and our dog Achilles. He had a wave rider then, always reckless with his money, but always trying to get into the water somehow, just like back home. He let me drive it. I was eight.
Cloud: What’s your favorite name?
I was going to be deep for a second and say Mariposa, the name of my future daughter, or Corona, my own name
And then I remembered Belial Meretin Ascenthis, Hinsethim Konsequis Malatar, and Aphensholtis Drnus Elhouse. These are the names of the unholy patrons of my Rapture universe on the @drabblesofrapture blood. Thy represent Lust, Pride/Vanity, and Sloth.
Also, Drnus, Ben’s middle name, was a typo when I was sleep drunk and trying to type “drunk”.
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rosenkow · 2 days ago
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78: "I love you." "You shouldn't."
Sent by: @yeennefer
Characters: Inquisitor Katherine Renée Vautour & Markus Hawke
Warnings: Mild NSFS
Language: English
Word Count: 805 words
Summary: Inquisitor Vautour and Markus Hawke share an intimate moment after returning from Crestwood.
Warm. Sighing, she closed her eyes, and let herself sink into the water. She slid deeper, feeling the warmth embrace her shoulders and lick along the skin of her neck, grasping at the ends of loose hair strands. She mustered the curves of her body, and found, she looked pale beneath the clear surface. Lost in thought, the tips of her fingers wandered along the marks of battle. Carved into the blank canvas that was her skin, imperfections. Paths, rivers, words. The script of war. A map.
Large, calloused palms reached out to her, removing her mane to lay between her shoulder blades, and roaming up to stroke along her neck, one cupping her jaw from behind while the other roamed down her breast. She did not need to turn around to see who it was. His hands she would recognize everywhere: Rough, olive skin, rivers of blood shimmering in green. And strong they were, ever so flowingly guiding two blades of steel.
She allowed him to caress her, let the hands explore the valleys and hills of her body. Indeed, he was so gentle, her body reacted to his touch by sending cold shivers along her spine, rosy nipples hardening from the sensation of arousal. Her eyes remained close as she bathed in his affection, wanting more of his love, but never demanding it. When he buried his nose into the silk of her fair waves from behind, he hummed. Hushed whispers spoken, but his voice was so low, his throat vibrated from it.
"I love you," he growled amorously, pressing his lips in a kiss to her ear, beginning, and venturing down her neck. The scruff of his stubbles sparkled along her back, and left her skin sore. She could feel her swollen heart beneath her chest threatening to throb out of her ribcage, heat rising from her stomach to electrify the ends of her mind. She was gifted with a blooming imagination, so she watched the visions of lust flicker behind closed lids. She burnt for him in the most abstract of meanings.
"You shouldn't," she forced out the words in a heated breath, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. "Those who love me, find their end in my company." The tone of her voice turned icy, froze his movements in place. To her it seemed like the moment would never end. She wanted him to speak, to say something. But when she noticed his silence would not break, at least not by speech, she turned around to face him.
There he sat, down at her feet behind the wooden tub. His expression was a hard one, albeit mischievous, umber irises stripping her of her remaining defenses. The smirk he wore tugged on the ends of her skin, pulled on her heartstrings. Pressing her body to the tub, she reached out for his jaw to pull him closer, and he let her guide him.
A deep cleft on the left side of his face divided the flesh vertically. Carefully, she ran her thumb along it. She ached from guilt, and he could sense it. He had learned to read her; her expressions which so often mirrored her emotions, he understood. She had been too honest, sometimes inconsiderate, but always sincere.
Her eyes were the gates to her soul, and he lost himself in the corridors of her mind. He did not want to break free from her captivating gaze, in fact, he wanted her to keep him hypnotized, pull him closer with each blink. When he finally found the words he had been looking for, he succumbed to her touch, vigilant eyes committing to her.
"I cannot promise you that I will remain unharmed, as you well know." He clasped her hand in his, with the other finding his way around her neck to guide her closer. The brightness of her irises followed his movements, how he humbly lowered his eyes, a whispered question falling from his lips, "Will you have me nontheless?"
Nodding, her lips twitched up into a shy smile, fingertips dancing up his tunic to undo the slings and reveal the hard, warm chest beneath. He let the fabric fall to the ground, pressing her delicate palms onto him. That was when he closed in on her, and captured her lips with hungry urgency, feeding on the soft sighs released by her lungs. Deepening the kiss, he slid his silky tongue between her parted lips and sought response.
Sloppily he began to devour her, dark stubbles scratching along her chin. She clung to him desperately, nails digging softly into the muscled plains of his back. Pulling her up to full height, she nearly stumbled upon the edge of the tub. He held her against him steadily, pressing her tighter against him. He demanded more of her now.
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codescredit895 · 2 days ago
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Quotes On Joy
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Praise love joy #12 “If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them. Power and Joy Quotes. Joy is the most magnetic force in the Universe. Danielle LaPorte, author & inspirational speaker. Peace and Presence Joy Quotes. Presence is that place of power and peace, of love and joy; a lifetime in a second eternity in an hour. LeAura Alderson, iCreateDaily.com® Joy is a deep inner peace, from which warmth wells. Bible verses about joy “Joy is not a season, it’s a way of living.” “Joy is not necessarily the absence of suffering, it is the presence of God.” “If you have no joy, there’s a leak in your Christianity somewhere.” “The Lord gives his people perpetual joy when they walk in obedience to him.” Dwight. The Book of Joy Quotes Showing 1-30 of 463 “The more time you spend thinking about yourself, the more suffering you will experience.” ― Dalai Lama XIV, The Book of Joy: Lasting Happiness in a Changing World.
The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color! For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul.
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My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold. Every cell, taking wings, flies about the world. All seek separately the many faces of my Beloved.
Quotes On Joy
If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.
Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.
This dance is the joy of existence. I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.
You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
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An eye is meant to see things. The soul is here for its own joy. A head has one use: For loving a true love. Feet: To chase after. Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind, for learning what men have done and tried to do. Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why. A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
Quotes On Joy At Work
Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity? Why would you refuse to give this joy to anyone? Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups! They swim the huge fluid freedom.
God's joy moved from unmarked box to unmarked box, from cell to cell.
Quotes On Joy For Kids
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
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hrtsmom · 3 days ago
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I hesitated to take the bow, although I recognized it as the one he had made for me. “Don’t you need it?”
He shook his head. “I have made another for myself. That is why I took so long to come to you. It takes a long time to find the proper wood in this season. But this bow is best suited to you, in any case, since it was crafted with you in mind. It never shot as truly for me.”
I took it then, running my fingers over the smooth, carefully carved wood. The elven letters of my name and the other words Kahri had cut into the bow were still as clearly defined as they had been on the day I first received it. He had already strung it for me. When I plucked the cord, it seemed to sing.
“Thank you again, Kahri. And thank you for coming, too.”
“I felt you needed me, and I came.”
“But it was into the city, and I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“It was not,” he agreed with a smile. I could tell he was in a better humor now, and that made me happier too. “I dislike this place. Too many people together, yet many of them very much alone. I find it hard to breathe. That is why I am hoping you will come back to the forest with me.”
The abruptness of this last comment surprised me for a moment, and I couldn’t think of an immediate reply. Kahri went on hastily. “I know Risch and Jain would be glad to have you with the team again, also.”
“You haven’t gotten another partner?” The answer was evident. I could admit to myself now how much I had missed him, and I guessed he was admitting the same thing.
“Hauerdon and Ronna tried to give me one. But I did not wish it. And our team is incomplete without you, Zania.”
In my mind, I saw again that scene of the moonlit woods in my dream. It would be colder there than in the city, and the snow lay deep on the ground, unmarked by any but animal feet and the light tread of the foresters. But there was a stark beauty there too, in the black trees and the white ground. The fortune-teller had predicted this: a change of place. Maybe I could leave some things behind in Ocrisia.
“I promise you I’ll think about it,” I said at last. “But I need time, and I need it alone.”
“I understand,” he said softly. “And I will wait as long as I must. But if you decide not to return, I will leave the foresters. I could not stay.”
I didn’t ask for an explanation. As had happened before, I seemed to understand him without any need for words between us. And it was nearly dark already; he would want to be out of the city before night-fall. So I let him go, and locked the door behind him. Then I washed and dressed, and sat down in my chair to think.
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drippingmoon · 3 days ago
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Word Find Game XVIII
Without a word, the title sure feels naked, huh. I was tagged by @ambsthom, thank you very much! Searching for fall, laugh, cat and tree in Aquiver, Aglow:
Cw: some swearing by the Mother
Fall:
Thought she’d played the same scenario over and over in her head, no matter how prepared, it would always be different when it happened before her eyes. Her wings faltered; though fearless, she also hated and hated, because fear would at least rein her in.
   Shadows like raindrops, falling at her feet, little beasts eating at her.
   No. That was not right. She lifted her head, and Heaven was cold and cold and cold.
Laugh:
Then, all at once, Anne started laughing. Both mother and child started, going still. It sounded like howling.
   “Oh, do entertain me,” she snickered, wings cupping her silhouette. Mother looked to child and back, bewildered and afraid. “What value has a life already given away?”
Cat (okay I did not expect to find this one):
And come to haunt him, was that warmth spreading in his chest like a flower, setting his senses aquiver.
   Anne watched him thoughtfully. Once again, he would not meet her gaze. She watched as time and time again he floundered with the fish, nearly falling into the river. And as he neared the dark waters, he gave off a strangled scream, and hopped back on the ground.
   Like a cat with its hackles raised, he stared at the water with wide eyes.
Tree:
   “Who the hell else? Who’s forcing who to live in the undergrounds and skulk like rats, fearing the littlest bit of light because fuckers like you come pouncing like rabid the moment you see us? We kill cattle, too, but do you see us hunting them down to extinction?”
   Anne hummed, but that didn’t hide the venom in her voice, “Oh, but what extinction? I believe I haven’t yet asked, how’s life in the Promised Lands? Are the streams full and deep, the trees always fruitful?”
I usually steer clear of excerpts with the Mother because she peppers in curses after each word, but today I was in the mood for something with a different flavor.
Tagging @talesofsorrowandofruin, @fourteenzero, @moth-with-a-pen and @writer-who-sometimes-writes to find sharp, nail, tilt and tip, if you want!
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shekeinahfaith · 3 days ago
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Daily Verse: Isaiah 43:2  - "When you go through deep waters, I will be with you". 
~God uses the word "deep waters" as a visual insight into the troubles we face. Not only does God promises to go through the rivers with us, He also promises that we will be victorious after going through these hard times and we'll come out to the other side with victory and strength. Such a promise! God's promises never fails. So therefore, trust Him. He'll be with you even when no one sees.
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the soulmate
she was bored of this life. it was dull. she wanted to escape, to be free, in her imagination. her soulmate had left his mark: a simple tattoo of a hawk on her wrist. but she needed more.
"please, let me join you. show me something, something of your reality, of your world."
"i cant. you must join me." he spoke. his voice was deep, and smooth. it made her heart skip a beat.
"how do i join you? please, show me?"
"do you not listen to me, dear soulmate. i cannot show you anything. i can only describe with word of mouth."
"sorry."
"no need to apologise, m'dear. to join me, you must find a hawk in this forest. a hawk with green eyes like a summer pond, that you could get lost in just by staring in, eyes that reflect like the sun. find that hawk, get one of its feathers, and you shall be able to join me."
"okay. please, dont leave me."
"if your tattoo fades, you'll know i am gone. otherwise, im always here."
she looked for hours. every hawk looked the same. every hawk was a gorgeous brown, but with yellow eyes. every hawk was like a carbon copy of the last. but at last... the hawk she had been searching for. its eyes shone with a pale green, just like a summer pond. they reflected like the sun. she began to stare into them, almost feeling herself leave her body. but she blinked, and sank back to earth. the hawk flew down to the ground. its feathers had a slight golden glow. it looked... ethereal.
quickly but cautiously, she walked up to the hawk, stroking its back. "i wont hurt you i promise. i just need a feather of yours, if thats alright." the hawk seemed to understand, and offered one of its wings. gently, she plucked a feather from it, and put it in her hair.
"there. ive got the feather. what more shall i do?"
"nothing dear. for you have failed the test"
"test?"
before he or she could say anything else, the hawk began to warp in shape, becoming... a great wolf with a sleek brown coat, and green eyes. it bared its teeth, and leaped at her, drawing masses of blood. she collapsed to the floor, dizzy and in agony. her leg was soaked in warm, red blood, and the dog was still angrily baring its teeth at her, its eyes no longer inviting, now almost blinding.
she felt her breathing slow, as she sank into the ground. she was dying, and could feel it.
"yes. you failed. you are foolish, as are many. i dont really exist. im only in your head. your imagination cant be real, stupid girl." he said, his voice now sharp and snarky.
finally she lost her grip on life, her head lolling to the side. her limbs were still, her fresh wound still flowing like a river. her breathing and heart stopped, her eyes stayed open, gazing eternally. her face went pale and gaunt. she felt nothing, for she was gone, dead.
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http-worm · 3 days ago
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Silver Tongue
Chapter 1: Hidden
Part 1: Taboo
Word count: 857
Warnings: swearing, mentions of abandonment
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Growing up, y/n l/n was always told to hide herself. She was the child of a Cryptid and a human, the outcome of a love not meant to be. Her mother was a soft-spoken florist while her father was a Cryptid who bounced from job to job. After her birth, it wasn’t long before he left, turning his back to her mother’s pleas and promises that they could keep their child, and relationship, hidden. He didn’t stay to watch his daughter grow, he didn’t stay to support his lover; no, he always took the easy way out, deciding that his departure was the only way to guarantee his family’s safety.
So she grew up without him. Instead, she was raised by a single mother with the help of the bakers next door. The Tendou family she referred to them as, close friends of y/n’s mother that knew their family secret. And perhaps it was the best thing for her daughter m/n figured; they had a son her age who wouldn’t judge her and would be by her side for as long as she required. And the pair, as it turns out, were inseparable. Satori Tendou and y/n l/n were attached at the hip, doing everything together. One could not be seen with the other close behind, laughing and playing games in view of their parents’ shops. When one was sick the other was there, staying by their bedside. When y/n and Satori were told the truth about y/n’s hybrid origins, he stayed with her and refused to abandon her just because she was different. Afterwards, their bond only seemed to deepen, Satori pledging to always be with her through thick and thin, through rain and snow. If she wanted to be a criminal? He would grab her hand while they walked straight into hellfire.
They were a perfect pair.
Even now, with the duo attending River Rose Academy, were they close as glue, having the same schedule. It was difficult to arrange; Satori was one year above y/n after all, but with a few pulled strings it had happened. Although, when the professors realized just exactly what they were in for, regrets came crashing forth like a swarm of locusts. Today was one such day when they wished they never chose an educator career.
y/n laughed her head off as she and her red-headed companion took off running, a flustered teacher shouting after them. She was enraged; and rightfully so! It was alchemy class when Satori challenged the hybrid: “make an explosive without the professor seeing!” And this was y/n we’re talking about! When given a challenge, she absolutely refuses to back down no matter how dangerous it may be nor how much trouble she’ll get into. Satori gave the challenge and y/n completed them. Well, the explosive was a success! ...and it blew up then and there, creating a wall between the alchemy class and the witches class. Time only stood still for a second before Satori grabbed her hand and they ran. They ran from their crime, through the archery range while dodging arrows, past the stables where two boys were arguing while cleaning, and around the training grounds where knights-in-training used wooden swords in mock battles. y/n and Satori accidentally pushed through a pair, one with chocolate hair and the other olive-brown.
Before they could get further, the fledgling knights reached out almost in sync to grab the offenders, pulling them back while they fell onto the ground.
“Satori. What did you do this time?” Came the deep voice from the boy with olive-brown hair.
“Tsk tsk, little y/n! You should watch where you’re going!” The other mused with a teasing lilt to his voice, leaning on the wooden sword to look down at the girl.
y/n groaned as she glared at the two, standing up and offering a hand to Satori. She didn’t say anything, simply looking at them with a pout. Wakatoshi Ushijima and Tooru Oikawa. Knights-in-training, top of their class. Wakatoshi had become fast friends with Satori while y/n quickly grew to despise Tooru for his flirty and smug demeanor. She got along well enough with Wakatoshi, but absolutely couldn’t stand his peer. A bastard that one.. “Shut it already, pretty boy, Satori and I have very important things to do.”
“Aww, you think I’m pretty, little y/n?” Was Tooru’s response, batting his eyelashes at her. His shit-eating grin only got wider at the pissy expression she wore, leaning even further down to match her height. “How nice of you! Now, I’ll consider forgiving you for so rudely interrupting us if you just say sorry~”
Her eye twitched before she sighed, turning to Wakatoshi. “My bad, ‘Toshi. Sorry for running into you.” He simply hummed as a response and Tooru turned as she focused her attention on him, cupping a hand around his ear. “Eat shit, fuckboy.”
And once more did y/n and Satori take off, Tooru taking a moment to process before shouting profanities their way, face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
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Notes: Satori’s parents and y/n’s parents have been friends since their academy years!
Only Satori’s family knows the truth about her being a hybrid.
People in the academy can be as young as 15 and as old as 25! The youngest they can graduate at is 18.
Y/n is 18.
Satori, Wakatoshi, and Tooru are 19.
All characters in this story are 18+ save for younger siblings.
Each student has a specific area of study: y/n and Satori both choose alchemy.
y/n and Satori are in trouble for stupid shit every other day.
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Taglist: @noya-sleftankle @yourlocalghostiee @x-ia-n @sincerelykore
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gotmilk5101520 · 3 days ago
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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 26 Something Rotten This Way Comes (Part 2)
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Part 1
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“Got him! I drove!”
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“Did you see?”
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“I drove a human automobile!”
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“What a thrill!” Blinky living the dream.
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“No!” Seeing flying humans before seeing a flying pig.
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“TOBY!”
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“NO!”
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“Aaarrrgghh!”
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“Aaarrrgghh?”
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“Wingman”
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“Am home”
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“Krubera not family”
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“You are”
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“AAARRRGGHH!”
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“We are still in battle”
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“Aaarrrgghh!”
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“Oh, no”
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*Cries in Troll*
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“Do you ever wonder how you’ve lived this long?”
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“Master Jim!” “No!”
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“Let us in!”
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“The only reason you’re alive”
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“is because you’ve let your loved ones fall in your place!”
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“Your teacher”
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“The changeling!”
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“Your mother!”
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“No! Jim!”
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“And now your simple friend”
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“Aaarrrgghh”
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“is dead!”
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“But where are your loved ones now, Hunter”
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“UP HERE”
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“ROT HEAD!”
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Now that’s teamwork.
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“Father?”
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“My son”
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”i am”
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”so sorry for pushing you away”
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“I am”
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“so proud of you”
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“Father”
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“Father”
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“Father!”
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“Return to our brethren” “Our souls are free!”
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*Cries in Troll again*
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“And he promises to make a river”
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“No, an ocean of blood”
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“from your loved ones”
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“And he’s gonna make a throne”
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“With their...”
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“I think he said bones”
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“The only reason you’re alive”
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“is because you’ve let your loved ones fall in your place!”
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“But the day will come, Trollhunter”
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“When you must finish the fight alone”
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“Jim”
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“In darkest tide”
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”when Daylight darest wane...“
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“The Myrddin Wylt obscured a shadow’s bane“
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“3 forces elemental thou must seek”
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“In marshland”
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“caverns deep”
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“and mountain’s peak”
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“Where worthy perish”
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“ye’ll prevail in night”
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“And eclipse all who quarry with thy might”
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“For the doom of Gunmar”
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“Eclipse is mine to command!”
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“Master Jim!”
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“If you went in alone, you’d be killed”
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“Which is why we will answer every call”
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“Dude, what are you doing?”
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“Right, Jim?”
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“Oh, of course”
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“We’d be crazy to do that“
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“Jim, don’t!”
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“Jim, no!”
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“You promised we’d go together!”
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“And, Claire, i promise i’m gonna find your brother”
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“Even if it means crossing into the Darklands myself”
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“The amulet chose me. I can’t lose any more of you”
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“Maybe i can manually override the lock”
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“Whoa”
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“Come on, Jimbo! We’re a team! Don’t do this!”
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“For folly or for fraught”
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“We are a team”
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“I’m sorry”
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“I have to finish the fight”
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“Alone”
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“But the amulet chose me”
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“Jim!”
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“I’m sorry”
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“NO!”
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“JIM!”
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“JIM!”
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“Master Jim, what have you done?”
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“Get ready, Gunmar”
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And now, we’ve reached the end of season 1 (Even though the first half is season 1 and the second half is season 2 and season 2 is season 3)
But truth be told. This is going on a small break but will be back in May. The reason isn’t just cause of Miraculous Ladybug, but also because we’re catching up. By the time this is posted i’ll be working on episodes 27 and 28 But like i said, this will be back in May. See you soon.
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Eight Beautiful Places To Explore In India
India is known for the diverse culture, especially for travelers there are a lot of things to explore. From stunning scenes to people who are warm and friendly, this is the perfect destination for your vacation. Booking cheap tickets to India from Australia will take you to the other side of the world. India is not like the place you have seen or you will see. The diversity, culture, history, and warmth offered by this nation will amaze you.
India is a big country, and with its size, it is impossible to cover all the beautiful places here on one trip. Every corner of India has something different to offer. From the Himalayas in the north to the Indian Ocean in the south, India is a contradictory country. 
Traveling to India is a once-in-life experience that will promise to stay with you forever. To help you discuss some of the most amazing places here on one trip, we have come up with a list of all the places that will get you fascinated. So every time you choose to book a cheap flight to India from Australia, make sure you add all these excellent places to your travel plan.
Taj Mahal, Agra
Travel to India which does not include the Taj Mahal is incomplete. Indian icons and one of the most brilliant buildings you have seen, the Taj Mahal is considered a symbol of love and death. Built by Shah Jahan in loving memory of his wife Mumtaz expensive, the Taj Mahal is the tomb where both of them are buried, the Taj Mahal is also a UNESCO world heritage site that attracts a large number of tourists every year.
Nubra Valley, Ladakh
This cold desert valley rests almost 10,000 feet above sea level, and can only be accessed by tourists by obtaining permission to visit. Nubra Valley is a charming place that doesn't have a little vegetation, leaving the mountains that are covered in snow to sunbath in all the spotlight. There are several monasteries in this field that you can explore. The amazing landscape here will take your breath.
Chand Baori, Abhaneri
This hidden gem, right outside Jaipur, is a really interesting place. Well, this is almost 1,200 years and 13 floors high with 3,400 symmetrical-streamed steps. Because this place is not too known as many other places in Jaipur, you will be able to enjoy your time here with your loved ones and avoid the big crowd. This Instagram decent place is a decent addition to your travel plan.
Lake Dal, Kashmir
Kashmir is one of the most beautiful places you will see, and Dal's lake is a precious gem of this place. Fitting with Shikaras and Bilus, Dal Lake is a perfect tourist spot. The view here is amazing, and you can enjoy a pleasant trip around the lake on one of the ships you like.
Athirapally Falls, Athirapally
Popularly known as Niagara Falls in India, falls this is a view that must be seen. Located on the Chalakudy River, this falls plunged at 80 feet. The waterfall is coated with jutting stones and areas surrounded by thick forests. It is also the right place to find some birds that migrate and click on some extraordinary images.
Jodhpur, Rajasthan
Jodhpur is known as the Blue City of Rajasthan, and easily one of the most perfect events in India. When some houses in the city are painted blue, the city is called Blue City. Mehrangarh fortress in the city gives you an amazing city view. Jodhpur is a chaotic and crowded city, but unlike other cities, you have ever seen. The magic and beauty of India are shown in every corner and turned Jodhpur. The city also has a very deep and long history that you can learn when you visit.
Places on the list are some of the most popular in India. Traveling to one of these tourist attractions will also be enough for a pleasant holiday. All of these places have their charm, and you will feel inspired by the level of beauty that you will see. When you visit these places, you will also be surprised by this Indian side. Even though India did have a bad reputation for several reasons, visiting one of these places by ordering cheap flights to India from Australia would change your mind. Don't waste your time thinking about other places, and make sure you take a flight to India from Australia as soon as possible.
Yumthang Valley, Sikkim
Also known as the Valley of Flowers, this place can only be accessed from July to September. Located in Sikkim, this valley is heaven on earth. The beautiful flowers that you find here are treats for the eyes. If you like hiking, this valley offers a perfect place for a great hiking adventure. Even though this area has limited accessibility, you will enjoy and admire the time you spend here.
Desert Thar
The great Indian desert is a large desert that separates India from Pakistan. This giant dessert is very hot during the day, but also offers an excellent place to explore. Visiting the Thar Desert must be on your list when you come to India. If you set your visit time correctly and visit during the Desert Festival, you will enjoy the local culture and meet the local community. There is no shortage of activities that you can enjoy here.
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queenpower21 · 5 days ago
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Hot Salt Water Tub
There's several accounts in the bible where Jesus really looses HIMSELF.
Meaning, ONE, becoming so overwhelmed in his purpose and what's ahead in the FUTURE, because of IT. Yet knowing thru him/her serving their role....thru the glory of God's Light... IT all comes together in a huge WAY.
While Keeping in mind the beauty, of the original purpose to get TO, with GOD.. by YOU doing the right THING... WHEN even the world is against you, That emotion weighs so hard on one....
And it will weigh on YOU...
It Only gets harder in a land of wickedness, covered in darkness.... all around YOU...
YOU, Who are Serving a Holy LIGHT...
Evil is repelled OF and HATES, YOU.
Why do THEY? For following that good path of God. They want your soul miserable, doomed in a forever sleep with no life After death... Because that's where SATAN and the DEMONS... STAND.
After all... Each day that goes forward, we get to that thief in the night....
One day... Boom... No More religion, overnight.
Dear JESUS.... I know how you felt.
Jesus wandered around in the wilderness for 40 days, or something like THAT.
To ME... the point is this....
It was Just him with nothing on his carry. No food, No toothbrush, comb, or change in outfit. Only bath He took... was a dip in a River, if THAT.
He was just out THERE... Spinning. Truly he WAS. He had alot on his mind. Jesus was in deep thought and he was in his spiritual. Meaning he was above his own flesh. That's why he did not eat out there. It's why he packed no belongings.
We in that degree.... get to a real high place when we get to the core of our own Temple. You just meditate and receive on WHAT... Jehovah is showing YOU. It takes a toll, believe me. But it's beautiful at the same time in receving.
Jesus was starting to KNOW... That he was gonna be persecuted and tortured. Until he hit about 30 years old... He didn't fully yet know who he was or what was his purpose yet....
The son of god discovers, he is to save mankind from sin and death. So he's out there just freakin out, and he's a hot Mess. It was time for him to know tho, out there in the Forest.
It was coming of time... for the devil to only bruise Jesus foot....
In the Wilderness... Jesus is getting visions of ahead, from Jehovah. Of them (The Romans) arresting him, putting him under TRIAL, being found guilty, and then HE saw... his own torture and death..... Coming.
It's funny how when I was a child learning.... I was taking it in, the scriptures and bible stories.
BUT... I was clueless to much. And now... Those stories and the lessons... I see it all so different.
Nick has Said to ME.... "You gotta watch you don't turn into a Jesus freak or a fanatic. I support you and believe you, but it's gonna rub people the wrong way, too."
Yes he is right.
IN the World today, Religion & God, are getting more and more... repelled against and phased OUT. Nobody is learning or joining in it, like the old days.
And as time goes on... it will just get further away from the heavenly things.
I understand Nicks point. I do. And if I rub someone wrong or At ME... They laugh and make fun...
WellIl... I just back on down, say good day to you sir, nod my head, and turn a cheek to them to Walk ON. Don't stand to be ridiculed, attacked, or Mocked AT.. in Fun. May God have mercy on your oppposers and your enemies....
We do not need that negativity.... Let them walk away from YOU. And we must walk ON... strong, AWAY from THEM.
We must not let individuals drag us down, those who Don't agree with our choice to stand For JEHOVAH, who is truly the GOD in Heaven. He is The alpha and omega, Jehovah is the Most High.
Don't let ANYONE... stop YOU on your Path to living in the new order PARADISE that's coming to restart OVER this Ugly piece of Shit, EARTH. Just DON'T... let THEM... discourage YOU, EVER! You deserve FOREVER. And You will Have IT! I promise YOU.... To get THERE... Really isn't hard or requires a ton of effort.
We get there by small steps. YOU Will learn correctly the Bible,so you stand in light of purest form, in the protection of GOD.
Because you know the truth of the Bible.... You are so blessed and rich in Heaven.
The truth you KNOW... To God, the fact you serve the correct purpose under his true Light, Jehovah will lovingly give you reward one day in the new order. FOR how you stand like his Son... Jesus Christ Did. To do that Work and Purpose in the new order, God Is very eager!
Do not get discouraged for what ground of light you stand In and For. You are Strong on your OWN. Just like the son of God WAS. And don't you ever forget THAT. I believe in signs....
God finds ways to let them enter into our realm and they come thru in your life... To wake you up, steer, guide, HELP, and uplift you. The more you open up into your spirituality with God and striving more to be Holy.... God Will Talk to YOU.
BET. Might not be right AWAY.... But trust me..
Jehovah wants to build a close relationship individually with each of his followers. If you have the right heart and are living right.... You will see what I mean. And God personally... Wanted ME to lay that message right there, ON all of you.
All of heaven is with you on your voyage in life always.... Every second of the day from the time you awake and all day. God is right above you, child. With God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit... You have much to live for and never will you be left to toil.
You may get attacked. You may at times BE or End up...a Hot Mess. Especially To Those of US climbing in our spirit and following Rightousness like Jesus DID.... We will go THRU... Just THAT. Evil doesn't wanna dare see you exceed on God's Path heading to the new order. No, no,no... They will find ways to trip you UP, to stop that.
Every day... The Light comes in MORE.
I Never Give Up. Or Stop to take the Steps.
Changing to Evolve...
It takes time to get STRONG!
But it will be okay.
People May think we Jehovah Witnesses are nuts or extreme.. Just like they all thought my grandma was. But she saw ahead... She was just warning everyone.
I prayed today and I felt the comfort of them BOTH....
God & Jesus.
And Today... I decided to refresh myself.
I took a Hot Salt bath. And in the water... I felt good and comfortable. I grounded myself in that and took my head out of any negative place. I felt Holy. THEN... I heard Jesus SPEAK....
He says to ME....
"Sister.. YOUR doing Great. It will all be okay. Don't worry. Your gonna get to your PLACE."
I smiled sweet with all of me. I smiled inside and felt it beam out my eyes. I love when Jesus, The King in heaven, speaks to me. He is cool and refreshing. Very positive and never shunning.
I had to be honest and I spoke in TRUTH...
I said BACK, in return to Jesus....
"Well... I Haven't been ALL where I should BE. I wasted alot of TIME. BUT, I keep going and trying... ALWAYS."
And You Know WHAT....
He was So HAPPY. He says BACK firmly, lovingly, and loudly... in my HEAD....
"YOU HAVE FOREVER WITH ME IN PARADISE, CANDACE. Because of your heart... I 'll always make SURE... You are never lost to follow my PATH."
Jesus also told a sinner on a torture stake next to HIM before he died... That He had FOREVER in Paradise with Jesus, too.
Both that sinner & I, we admit our fault. We accept where we are wrong. We are honest with ourselves and thru what we SEE with our Eyes.
We know we sin. We know we have messed UP.
But Yet...
We Never... on the Rightousness of God's TRUTH... Give Up or on IT... Quit to turn a cold shoulder TOO. Because we LOVE and We Are Honest...
That's WHY... Jesus says...
We Have FOREVER... With HIM,
In New Order Paradise on EARTH.
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land-of-enden5 · 5 days ago
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Ch.1 scene #1: She who dawned love?
(Greetings, I'm @gao-changong my friend is busy at moment so let's begin Narration.)
(Nobody POV)
The shinx hybrid looks around curiosity at beautiful beach in Starry Night filling water with dazzling lights "I never thought La Harmony is popular from books maybe? huh?" Spotted two human couples on wooden lounge chairs watching moonlight rising up showering view beyond one eyes.
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Female was surprised by heart shaped illuminating on moon as her heaf leaned at male shoulder but she kiss him on cheek.
Hooded shix: *She blushed as flames burn glove into dust revealing ashes of galaxy* This feeling? Does one called love? *closed her eyes to daydream memory*
Remember her mother once told her "Dear, It's those who destined together to love one and other in their moments plus meeting somebody Anastasia" Luxray maiden came standing at door "Promise that one friend of yours to having children in future" shinx tilted in confusion thus ending dream by strangely noise.
[Anastasia POV]
I snapped out from la la land from alarm clock floating in sky "A baby clockey? Weird to have rare pokemon one in Enden distress?" Couple already left beach as two monsters but houndooms "G-gigins?!" Dodges dark fireballs to fire back 6 small abyss fireballs at two enraged houndoom eyes buying some time escaping.
Anastasia: *while running through forest with clock following behind* Gigins.... living poor souls poisoned by fake god miasma are bend on killing but never day encountering them.
Stomping at end of cave "Geez... not welcoming on surface." Sighed while baby clockey land at my front legs crying "Probably little one parents were looking for him and got lost? " change into adult
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self hugging baby within my arms as voices appeared looking down 🎶Born from deep within the dark.... Stronger than the earth within your heart, Even the gales of time cannot move...🎶 Some pokemon from nearby village gathered outside watching scene 🎶Flowing like the river inside you, Fire in your soul, war may take its toll... But with guiding light I know, that you will find... The right path that free you...🎶
Villager#1: Hey you there! You look pretty exhausted?
Elderly Villager#2: We've heard singing from somewhere... finding cave.
Anastasia stood up walking out cave shocking four Pokémon "that clockey... poor fellow parents were killed protecting from those Gigins houndooms" gasping by news "Mistress come with us it not safe here in night time" nodding following toward shelter.
"This night was fast but saved a life precious it all that matters.... but avenging justice for mother death?"
-To Ve continue~
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