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Chapter: 5 Shadow Over Gladir
Gladir 8:36 pm
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ANGEL SNOOPER.
Galleth and I sat cross-legged as the Sage of Gladir stood before us. "I can't believe this," I sighed. "You're real. You're actually real!" I nudged my brother. "Told you."
"Meh," he meowed.
The sage spoke, "I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone discovered the truth." He plucked a glowing grub from the cave wall. It squirmed and made a hissing sound that gave me chills. He bit its head off and slurped the rest of it. "Oh I'm sorry," he said. "Did you want some?"
"Nooooo," I assured.
"I'm good," gulped Galleth. "In fact, I think I'm good for the next millennia."
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My beloved Arctica
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The guests each took their seats one by one, greeted by the armored changeling at the door.
The groom stood at the altar, glancing behind him from time to time as he looked out over the horizon, anxiously waiting for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to arrive, which would be the musicians’ cue to start the music, at last followed by his bride, and by extension her sister as escort, to enter the room. He couldn’t wait to see how she would have done herself up for her big day…
he hoped she liked his outfit….
If the guests were at a
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He shook his head, frowning as he remembered no one could see him. “Nothing yet, sir
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Located further away from Kyr
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He stopped breathing as its long body moved past him. The shell covering its body shining in the low light had no visible weak point. This was far more dangerous than a mere regenerating beast. This was a creature created to extinguish everything it crossed. As its tail passed by his eyes, he noticed a small opening in the middle of its spine, too thin for even his daggers to pierce quickly. If he were a betting man, he would have placed his money on that small chink in the creature's armor was just behind its heart.
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Three months ago…
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“How dare he! What did he look like?” I shrugged and held Christine close.
“I can’t remember. I was too angry to pay attention.” I glanced around at the ru
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Part 137 of Drachenwelt Chronicles
“Couldn't you just use your power to transport him here all the way?” One of the agents that brought Daniel here asked.
“If I'd try to do that,” John answered, “I would be just as unconscious as him.” John pointed in direction of Daniel.
“But you were flying on that board thing.”
“Yes, but aside of me moving the board, rest was done by physics, you know, friction and all that jazz. Board is light, he isn't. I suppose I could move some board and transport him on it, but there wasn't anything big enough there, at the plaza.”
“Okay, but I didn't enjoy it. Orders are orders, but I'm not a cabbie for Pete's sake!”
“And I'm not an agent, yet I often end up doing your job, whether I like it or not. What's your name, by the way?”
“Ryan. Ryan Andrews.”
“Oh. Any connection to Warren?”
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“What did you wait for?”
She snorted, looking at him with a half smirk. “I've waited for someone to accept me.”
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"How was school today?"
"Very well, thanks. Well, aside from Kevin Merrith telling a bunch of lies as usual."
"Really? Do you know why he does that?"
"He was born with a weak sense of smell. One day, his parents told him if he lied, his nose would grow. That sure backfired!"
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"Bah," replied Jamal with a flick of his right hand. "I don't need to improve my imagination."
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"¡Feliz Cumpleaños, estrellita!"
Día siguiente, después de clases.
Mis amigas y yo habíamos quedado de juntarnos donde los Kou. Para variar voy tarde, choco a un par de personas por correr para alcanzar el autobús.
Al menos nos habíamos dividido un poco los deberes… Ami, que de seguro llegaría primero que nadie, se encargaría junto a Taiki de la decoración. Mina y Rei, un poco más tarde, del arreglo de la mesa y ordenar los regalos. Yaten… Al parecer planeaba dormir una siesta o escuchar música, no me quedó claro, había bostezado varias veces, diciendo que los cumpleaños le tenían sin cuidado.
Como sea, llego tarde, y tras tocar varias veces el timbre, es Lita quien sale a recibirme, con la punta de la nariz embadurnada de alguna salsa o crema.
-¡Ah! ¿Por qué has demorado tanto, Lune? ¡Serás mi asistente! Y sin decir más, me empuja hacia la cocina.