Nero's Backstory: Part OneLife at the Monastery was different for the Protectors since Dante left for military school just two year ago. The little Red had made such an impact on all of their lives, especially Elder Warwick, it made them appreciate the smaller things in life after all the Red had lost. They still kept lines of communication open to the other Monasteries about Kyra and her sister but nothing ever came of it.Nero's Backstory: Part One7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite that, in the six years that Elder Warwick raised Dante, he became a better leader and learned to focus on his duties; to be a Protector and the next Great Elder with an equal balance. He missed Dante with all of his heart but he made the best of the short time he had with the boy when he came home on the weekends.
Elder Rowland was still haunted by the incident with his close friend four years ago when he broke Elder Warwick's neck in a training accident but he moved on knowing he had been long forgiven and he had learned a very hard lesson
Plot TwoMarooned aliens steal bodies, hitchhike home.Plot Two43 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Light OS joke"I was looking at their gallery. Was all creatures, animals and humans. Then I GOT ALL EXCITED! An "object". Then my face fell. I no longer had a premium membership! was just an AD appearing in their gallery :-D"Light OS joke3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
El saltoUgh, me duele la cabeza.El salto5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cada salto es así. Apareces en un lugar distinto, en una época distinta, con unas ropas distintas. El cambio súbito de aires siempre me genera jaqueca. Por muchas decenas de saltos que haya hecho, por tantos sitios que haya estado, siempre me dolerá la cabeza cuando aparezca en un sitio nuevo.
Se me pasará, es cuestión de tiempo. Tiempo que uso para relajarme observando mis alrededores, para saber qué es este lugar y para adivinar qué debo hacer. Es importante que mire con cautela, puesto que nunca más volveré a pisar este lugar.
Este sitio parece anticuado. Me recuerda a algunos manuales de trabajo de campo; muchos ejemplos que describía parecían de este estilo. Mirando el cielo y la posición de su estrella prominente, me doy cuenta que es la Tierra. Puede que este sea el siglo XXI. O, al menos, lo parece.
Seguramente sea esto el pasado. Como buena exploradora de multiversos, he estado en decenas
Eye for an Eye prefacePeople call what I did a “crime of passion;” something done in the heat of the moment, out of pure emotional trauma. Others call it “temporary insanity,” where all rationality was cast away in a moment of blind rage. I know what I did, in spite of legal terminology which could’ve been used for either incrimination or defense. I killed a man, because he had violated an oath that was most sacred to me. A wise person would’ve simply said “live and let live,” that it was clear that things between us were not meant to be ; a wiser person would’ve said she was just as guilty as he was in committing the act. Clearly, I was neither of the two, but I did love her, and that was what drove me to do what I did.Eye for an Eye preface6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So today, I am here for my “disposition.” A disposition in prior centuries meant legal interrogation, often between a party’s lawyers and their opposition, to obtain statements from legally-pertaining questions as part