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of the light part 2The girl of the shadows is perched in a tree a smirk all to present on her face. "ha ha weak fools who believe in a cruel god". She wore a black skirt and shirt with red ribbon laced shoes and hair.
I notice with a smile that she is just as hurt as the guards. "men ready, aim, fire". The let her do her best against a down pour of arrows.
She blocks some with a blast of magic but the rest send blood spilling to the ground. I jump up at her but she dodges my crude slash.
A blast of magic is sent up into the air and she smiles, the only one who knows her plan. A growl from somewhere in the woods startles me. I am handed a bow by my second in command. and fire and arrow at the girl but it is blasted away.
Then out of nowhere a hoard of monsters appear, at least twenty. One of my men runs in while i send a small prayer to Hylia that we all make it out alive.
I start of fight the monsters with a 5 of my men as the other 3 try to defeat the girl in the tree. I am locked in combat with my thir
of the light"The bells of the gods ring calling all soldiers to battle. These bells are what evil should fear and yet it is me who is afraid.
I have always wondered why evil is here in a land of light. It is the dark that we must banish. I fear it is that we are being tested and one day we will fail. I will meet the king of shadows himself on the battle field today.
we stand as a warning sign to all that dare attack the light and spoil it with filthy darkness".
Zelda's voice rings loud and clear as she reads the words of the warrior of the sun. I stand alone in the room, fear mounting on me.
I blush with embarrassment as the words of expectation drown me. I have to be this warrior who only cares for the light and is willing to die for their cause. I was just a farm girl.
I often wonder if there was a mistake, my brother would have been a much better warrior of the sun than i will ever be. I miss the rest of the reading contemplating my life.
**- flash back -**
"Sis, the man at the door wants you".
people come into our lives for a reasonjust wanted to make a fake start for a story i have wanted to do for a while. sorry twilit i
didn't ask your permission to use toran but the story mainly features ember and is kinda short.
Many people say there are 3 parts to life, before you meet someone who changes you,meeting that person who changes you and after you meet them. I have not meet that person yet.
I wonder who it will be, I hope it is the green clad blue eyed hero. Or maybe a new leader will come to power in Hyrule. I can't predict that. Oh I have to recount the day for the records.
We killed 3 monsters today and over-powered a girl of the shadows. I wonder what the princess will have me do with her.
-for the records of days, captain of the north guard, Ember, 38 days till the 10000 anniversary of the founding of Hyrule.
I think apon looking back at the old text I am falling apart. I found the person who changed me and boy was i surprised. I had gotten a girl of the thing i despised, shadow.
I wake up some nights
sameA writer and a god are the same,
both spin worlds into life,
both are smug and proud,
both can make a hero.
A painter and a god are the same,
they both take your breath away,
they are both moddest,
both can shine like stars.
A painter is so much more than a writer,
a painter can use colors to give you more than a thought,
a painter can make shapes and wonder,
a painter can put a disign onto the world.
A painter is so much less than a writer,
a writer can make a story,
a writer can give a tought a life,
a writer can let a mind run wild.
A painter is just the same as a writer,
Lines of a story like brush marks,
emotion and color all about,
a heart and a soul into the work.
giftedsisters. we are sisters. we were sisters.
A gust of wind can stir more than the leaves of fall. It can stir animals but most importantly memories. Both sad and happy.
It almost seems funny how my life changed. All in the events of one day. It started one year ago to date. A normal 16 of October.
...a year ago...
"Sis, the pasta is ready. wonder when Kim will be back." My older sister Sarah was making pasta and pizza at the same time while i tried to stay out of the way. Then at when the old clock above the stove hit 8 on the dot Kim walked in.
Kim is always on time. I swear she must be waiting out side and timing her entrance. "Hey sorry i had to work late. hard to keep this place here". she flopped down on the couch and yawned.
"I take it you will skip dinner again tonight Kim. I wish you wouldn't all this lack of food must be killing you". Sarah chimed in making an all to serous remark into a bad joke.
"No Sarah. I will be eating with you. Make me a lot". she slumps further into the
warok so this goes with my two other horsemen stories.
this is seen through the trird person.
The plane soared down and landed lightly on the makeshift landing pad. "All adoard" a man called from the side jokingly and then in a military manner yelled"flight 37 is here".
a man walks nonshaluntly over to a crowd of weary army men. "Mike why does the plane always come at one in the morning" a man in the crowd asks half joking half truthful. The man who had been walking over, Mike smiles and says " the company hates us bill it hates us". they both grab their bags and follow the rest of the croud.
The man who had been next to the plane jumps aboard the stairs and makes a joke. The reason the army men took the XL french line was that they had offered to come and take them home three weeks before the goverment plane could come.
The plane is high in the air when jim starts to talk "mike, i have a story". Mike turned around. "jim has a story. What has caused you to talk about yourself ?" jim smirk
can you hear me
can you hear me now?"
The voice called over the broken inter com. "The Maspians are hear" then a scream.
The TV goes black and the white text credits start to role.
The man on the couch sighs and opens his laptop. In an email to a Naghtag@gmail.com, Mary is dead to bad she was the best. he sighs and checks the clock. 9:16, he still had time to watch another episode.
The doorbell rings, he runs downstairs and opens the door with a surprised look. "Sam?"
10 minutes before
A girl stands alone in the rain. Her eyes are a dull grey and worried. She shields her eyes to check the street sign.
She smiles and runs as a flash of lightning lights the empty streets. She knocks on a door after checking the number twice. She sighs and apologizes to a woman who opens the door, "wrong house".
The rain seems to pour harder on her and she runs as fast as she can. Her foot hits a lose stone and she falls head over heels. On the verge of rage she stands up now more soaked than
btw this story is told through the eyes of a coworker and is a companion to pestilence.
The room would have been quite and it was compared to the ear bleeding silence. Every one is talking and chatting, then the bickering lunch room goes silent. We are all expecting Sillia to come in as cold as ever.
We all breath a sigh of relief as the old receptionist, Lucy Andriesa. "Hello, I am here to recount a tale in memory of our dear Sillia."
I can tell she is being sarcastic but still staying nothing, waiting to hear the story. It can be one of two things, how Sillia cam to the firm or why she didn't come into work today.
"Well I think I should to tell you what happened and how Sillia came to the firm". I smile and ask " why is this breaking news?" Laughing for the first time at a joke since seven years ago. Joe retorts, "reasons"
" It was a February about seven years ago. The heat was broken that week so we were all bundled up in coats like bears hibernating for winter.
The clock was
The idiot girl who runs this acount let me in to her comuter. I hitched a ride on a drawing this other girl sent, a drawing i think it was. I'm pixel. I now can do anything i want on this computer. I might as well tell you where I came from and what role I play. I was created not so long ago my a man from MIT.
He wanted to make a program that could represent human life and ideals. well as you know the story to well you know he fails in the morality part. Thus creating me as a guiltless killing mashine. but that is all boring.
I'm here to tell a story, and i swear it is true. it is how i woke up. You see if anyone else told this story it would be long and gloryless but I am not anyone else.
I always though it would go something like this.
A young woman sits in the ramshackle apartment eyes fixed on her dusty computer screen, long lines of code scrolled across the screen. "almost here" the girl holds the sylbols till the text on the srceen turns green. "I'm in" she scrolls d
Fem!Jeff the killer X Male!Reader 23
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in Jess's bed, Jess curled up beside you. You looked down at her, her hair covered her face and her sleep mask covered her eyes. You didnt want to move for worry of disturbing her sleep so you just laid there, listening to her gentle and soft breathing. From the light that entered through the window, you guessed it was around dinner time. But you werent really hungry. Jess needed you right now and thats all that mattered. You didnt care about food, getting up, why Jax was curdently staring down at you, what the others were do- Jax was in the room?!
Swinging your head to the side, you indeed saw the eyeless female standing there. She wasnt wearing her mask and her 'eyes' were halfclosed Iin boredom and the corner of her moutb curled dow into an unamused frown. Her hips cocked to the side and arms crossed.
"What the hell are you doing here?" You whisper yelled.
A Modern Crowning Ch. 4Merida pushed herself up to sit on her knees, straining from the soreness of her back and shivering from the cold air around her.“Where the heck...?” Surrounded by darkness, the girl couldn’t see much, let alone her own hands.
A groan came from near her. A man, by the sound of it. “Hello?” she said boldly, shifting to look around despite the darkness.
“Ouch! that hurts!” she heard the same voice exclaim. A light flickered on right in front of her, blinding her eyes for a moment before they adjusted. To her surprise, when she could finally see properly, she found that she was sitting on someone. She was sitting on Hiccup Haddock! She gasped and scrambled off.
“Ahh!” he shouted, dropping his phone, as she accidentally kicked him in the stomach.
“Sorry,” she said curtly, thankful that he probably couldn’t see the spreading redness of her cheeks. When she stood up, she hit her head on something above her. Pain shot thr
M Academy: Lark's Encounters VIIIM Academy: Lark’s Encounters VIII
“My cousin’s coming over…” Evan’s smooth voice said to the man below him. He was gently looping Justin in through his expensive work shoes, securing him to the top of his shoe with the laces. His touch was light, but his resolve was firm. “He doesn’t know that you’re here because it’s a Wednesday, Mr. Carmichael but he sounded like a mess so I couldn’t very well deny him.”
“But really?” Justin groaned. “Do you have to tie me to your shoe?”
“You’re the one who said they loved power play,” Evan said with a wink as he drug his finger over the length of Justin’s body. When he didn’t move an inch, he felt comfortable enough to stand up and flex his foot slightly to inspect his handy work. “You will not let your presence be known unless I say so,” he said in a gentle but warning to
Dinner with the Cranes“Ugh, why do I have to do paperwork at this hour?” said Mindy Crane, otherwise known as the Guardian’s Co-Leader and electrifying hero Mindy Marvel. Mindy had chosen the short straw this week as she was working on the monthly performances of the Guardians that included their patrol hours, service hours, and other hours that had to be recorded.
Aside from having a family she’d rather be with, Mindy always wasn’t surprised when she was tallying up what the heroes were up to. Ever since of the past incidents, the Guardians were required to submit the locations they went to and for hours of their attendance. From bars, to clubs, to even some risqué places she rather not know about, Mindy jotted them all down.
She was down into the “P” section of the files when she pulled up Plasmoid’s file. She held it for a minute as she remembered lightly about him arriving. Aside from the damages he did to the city, which he soon voluntarily fixed, he
Same coin, Two faces. "Brother....are you sure it's time?" Splendorman asked, wringing his thin hands in worry.
"Yes. It's time we join them. The boys must learn to work together when the time comes." Slenderman said firmly.
"But you know how unpredictable the girls can be..." Offender put in, leaning against a nearby tree.
"But they work in a better unit as the boys. Tomorrow, I will send them out. Have the girls meet them at the pass." The Slender brothers nodded, dispersing and leaving the suit clad slender alone.
"Where the fuck are we going?" Jeff groaned, sheilding his eyes and looking around the forested area. The other pastas around him also looked around.
"Slenderman just told us to go thr
A Modern Crowning Ch. 6Jack woke up, his head searing with pain, his pulse whooshing through his ears, so loud he thought his head would explode. Every part of his body felt as if it had been ripped apart and was being sewn back together, and to even move a single finger would put him through agony.
fortunately, as he regained full consciousness the pain subsided, leaving him light headed and a little queasy.
With effort, though, he managed to open his eyes and scan his surroundings. Everything was blue and beautifully translucent. And cold. ‘Ice,’ Jack thought, the memory of earlier rushing back behind his eyes. He couldn’t use his powers. He was defenseless. He was useless. He was no longer a suitable guardian. Guardian… where were those guys? They should have come to help by now.
Jack, who was on his back, looked down, over his chest, to his feet and saw Kristoff, Eugene, Merida, Rapunzel, hiccup, Olaf, Sphen, everyone but Anna.
Rapunzel looked up, seeing Jack’s open eyes. Sh
despues de matarme que haras cap 3
MARIE AL VER ESE CHICO DE PELO CASTAÑO (TODOS LO CONOSEMOS) QUEDO EN SKOK SENTIA ALGO MUY RARO ADENTRO DE ELLA
MARIE: ESTAS SANGRANDO VEN
MARIE: AGGG HOMBRE *LO AGARRA Y LO SUBE A SU HOMBRO*
..: PERO COMO RAYOS TIENES TANTA FUERZA
MARIE: ENCERIO QUIERES SABER
..: OLVIDALO ME QUEDO MUY CLARO EL MENSAJE
MIENTRAS CON FRED Y XAVIER
..: O ME BAJAS O TE ROMPERE TU ESTUPIDA CARA MALDITO
FRED: NUNCA TE CANSARAS
...: NOO MIRAME *GOLPIANDO SU ESPALDA*
XAVIER: HOLA HERMANO
..: VAJAME AHORA MISMO O TE JURO QUE TE MATARE
DEZZ: COMO PERO COMO TE ENCONTRO
JAZZ: LARGA HISTORIA Y A TI COMO TE ENCONTRO
DEZZ: AUN MAS LARGA
XAVIER Y FRED: SE CONOSEN
DEZZ Y JAZZ: SII Y AHORA NOS BAJAN *LAS BAJARON*
DEZZ: UN MOMENTO Y
MARIE: CHICOS ENCONTRE AL HERIDO
XAVIER : LE DISPARARN CON UNA BALA *SE ASOMA A VER LA BALA Y SE LE CAE BARIAS LAGRIMAS*
FRED: QUE PASA BRO *SE ASOMA TAMBIEN Y EMPIEZA A CAER VARIAS LAGRIMAS*
MARIE: PERO QUE PASA *CUADO SE ASOMA PUDO
I'm Not SwimmingThe sound of the forest sounded nice. It was always quiet and peaceful. Very nice. A splash of water woke Digi from his trance. The young boy darted up.
"Program!" He shouted. For a reply, more water splashed him, making his blonde hair a darker color than is originally was.
"Come on Digi" A low voice rolled over. Through the water, a grey wolf head poked out, water passing through his glitching ears. His fur was stuck down to his body by the water. "You should come in too! It's fun" Program took a paw and splashed his friend again.
"I wont" Digi replied stubbornly and puffed out his cheeks. He stood up, his clothes also stuck to his body now where ever the water hit. While undoing the stitches on his shirt, Program sighed and walked back on land from the lake.
"You will need to learn to swim sometime Digi. You can't keep going like this! You are already at the age of-"
"I wont" He repeated and hung the shirt on a tree branch to dry and went to working on his pants. Rolling his eyes, P
A Modern Crowning Ch. 5Elsa sighed in relief. Her ice castle was finally completed. No connections to the outside world, no modern technology, just a castle like the one she grew up in. Alone. Peaceful. The walls glinted with frost, all of them glamorously translucent. She was finally at home. She was finally free.
A buzzing suddenly spilled through the silent halls, bouncing off the surfaces, echoing over and over.
Elsa growled. She’d been gone for only a few hours and someone was already bothering her? She stood up and stormed through the nearest doorway. Whoever dared to break an entry would surely regret it. She walked for only a moment before seeing a small black object hovering above the shining floor. A drone. A japanese drone.
Elsa made a sound of disgust, shooting it a deceitful glare before blasting it with a bullet of ice.
The light device slammed to the ground, its plating crunching a little from the cold and the force of her attack.
She picked it up and scowled, turning the camera towards
Ashes endI feel my blood rush, these men have killed I can see it in their eyes. A police man jumps out of his car, he holds up his gun, not to me but to them.
"Miss, thank you for your work but we don't want you to get hurt so please step away". I nod to the officer and reply "I can handle myself". He tells me again to get out of the way.
I stare at him for a moment then jump forward striking the doctor with my hands. " ashes to ashes dust to dust". His coat turns to ash and he is taken aback.
The officer looks confused but stands his ground just in case I fail. The doctors friend pulls out a gun and fires. I'm not afraid for some reason, I just hold out my hand and it turns to dust.
I rush up at the taller one with the gun, I grab his middle finger and it turns to ash. It is quite gruesome to look at but he stares at it for a minute.
I am on the the other one, he has pulled out a knife. Despite his shortness he is fast, almost to fast. He grazes me the first time then cuts deep into my right
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