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"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
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Alessar was roaming around the Denerim market, passing time until his companions were to regroup, when he was distracted by a handsome display of daggers for sale. While graceful in design, the weapons were clearly meant to be functional, and their lines seemed somewhat familiar. Trying to recall why, he paused to examine the blades more closely.
"Ah, another customer. Please, feel free to browse my wares, and do let me know if I can help you with anything."
While the voice was unknown to him, the accent was not, and Alessar finally remembered where he'd seen such craftsmanship before. Zevran's original Crow dagger had been like this: elegantly simple, well-balanced, and razor sharp. He glanced up at the Antivan shopkeeper, who was eyeing him intently.
Maybe he's afraid I'm going to try to steal one, the elf thought a little sourly. He had gotten plenty of dis
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Alessar kept tugging at the hem of his tunic. It was strange not to be wearing at least part of his armor, and stranger still to be wearing such fine clothes. Not that these were overly ornate or formal, but they were better than pretty much anything he'd ever owned, aside from his ill-fated wedding clothes.
The grey and blue tunic and trousers had been provided by Arl Eamon ("Not even gifts, Grey Warden, just a simple courtesy," the arl had said with a tired smile as he had the Wardens' party presented with clean clothes suited to their status), and were slightly too large -- unsurprising, considering his elven stature, after all. But it was a kind gesture, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to have presentable clothing in the future, especially if they were going to be muddling in politics in Denerim...
There was a quiet knock at the door. That was another odd thing -- having a door, let alone an
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It was still almost impossible to believe. Had they really, truly, found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, the last earthly remains of the Prophet Andraste?
Alessar brushed his hand over his belt pouch again, knowing that nestled inside, wrapped a tiny envelope of oilcloth, was a pinch of those ashes. They had seen a High Dragon, they had been questioned by the shades of Andraste's contemporaries... they had somehow fought phantom copies of themselves, and they had even walked through fire. All of that to finally come to Andraste's final resting place. For a short time, their worldly concerns had seemed almost trivial in comparison.
He certainly wasn't the most religious person, but it was the Chantry, and their rules and laws and history, that he had little love for. Like many elves, he had a sense of reverence for Andraste herself, for what she had done and the message she had tried
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"I brought you something," Zevran announced as he strode out of Denerim's market square.
Alessar looked at the other elf curiously, wondering what he'd found this time. The man was almost as bad as a real, feathered crow, Alessar thought with amusement. He was constantly finding little trinkets or such things and showing them, or outright giving them, to his lover. Sometimes he bought them, if they caught his eye in a marketplace; most times they were things found in the course of exploration. Either way, the Antivan seemed to enjoy surprising him with these small gifts every so often.
The Warden tried not to let his expectations rise as Zevran made his way over to where he waited for the rest of the group, but it was hard not to look forward to one of the Antivan's presents. Even the smallest were usually worth a smile or a laugh.
"I had wondered if I'd ever see this in Ferelden," Zevran said con
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Alessar glanced over as his fellow Grey Warden trudged up next to him. The group walked in a loose formation when they were on the move across the countryside, and the elven Warden was currently taking the lead -- not because he actually needed to lead, but because he wanted some time alone to think.
Of course, by now, Alistair knew exactly why his comrade would isolate himself at the front of the column, and usually he would leave him in peace. But they'd become a little closer since the events at Redcliffe, even if Alistair had been furious at Alessar's decision to let Lady Isolde sacrifice herself. They had discussed it at length, and while Alistair was still unhappy about it, he no longer held it against the other Warden. They had tried to do the best they could to keep the greatest number of people safe. These were wartime decisions, and Alessar privately thought
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The Wardens' party had been to the Gnawed Noble Tavern before, assisting the Denerim city guard with some out-of-control mercenaries; the barmaids recognized them, or at least, they recognized Alessar and Zevran, who stood out as openly armed elves, and the group was immediately offered drinks. Alessar demurred politely, saying that they were there for business, and inquired where they might find the Antivan merchant they were meeting.
The girl who answered seemed nonplussed, if not a little nervous, as she directed the party to the first guest room in the back. They entered cautiously, keeping an eye out for anything as mundane as a mechanical trap or a sneak attack, but the way was clear.
Ignacio waited in the innermost room, two silent guards looming in the corners. Alessar knew Alistair and Zevran would make sure their exit route would not be blocked off -- at least, not from the inside -- so for
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Alistair held up his shield against the hail of arrows as he looked around, trying to find his fellow Warden amidst the madness of battle. What had caused Zevran to cry out like that?
He only realized that the elven archer had fallen when he saw Wynne making her way towards his supine form, freezing the single genlock in her path with a focused burst of cold. Alistair couldn't make out her expression clearly at this distance, but she didn't look particularly worried...
Zevran, on the other hand, was fighting like a demon, recklessly chasing down genlock archers and single-handedly dispatching them with brutal slashes of his daggers. He was usually quick enough to evade their blundering counterattacks, the templar knew, but he was going to get himself hurt if he was fighting blindly.
"Zevran! Pull yourself together!" he shouted, wondering if the elf would heed him. After all these month
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"You do realize this is probably a trap, right?" Alistair murmured as the companions followed the distressed woman who had begged them for help.
"Could be." Alessar glanced sidelong at his fellow Grey Warden. "If it is, we're ready for it. If it's not, then someone honestly needs help."
"Does this altruism really pay all that well?" Morrigan said in the bored, disparaging tone that she used when she was irritated. "Grey Wardens -- roaming the countryside, finding lost children, fixing broken wagon axles and solving marriage disputes. It's all so very noble."
Alessar ignored the woman's pointed remarks. She seldom saw the value in doing what the others considered "the right thing" for the sake of one's conscience. Of course, she had a point, sometimes, and they did have more important tasks, but this was right in their path, after all.
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Alessar stood at the window, his hands braced against the sill as he looked up at the thin silver sickle of the moon. It looked sharp enough to cut the velvet of the night sky, he thought, then sniggered a little at his own overly dramatic metaphor.
"What is so amusing?" Zevran joined him by the window, setting his wooden cup down on the sill. The two elves had gone through most of the gifted bottle of wine while Zevran regaled the Warden with humorous anecdotes from his previous line of work. Of course, the wine made most everything funny, but the assassin had a self-mocking mode of storytelling that was quite engaging. Eventually, though, Alessar had wanted a moment to clear his head, and had opened the shutters to the cold night air.
The head-clearing effect was somewhat dampened by Zevran's proximity, however. The other elf's hand rested companionably on Alessar's s
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Alessar stood at the fringe of the woods, looking back towards the group's campsite. They had had to spend more time than expected fighting the maddened Havenite cultists, and he had no desire to try to climb halfway up a mountain -- with an injured guide -- near or after nightfall. Who knew who (or what) could be waiting up there? Instead, they reluctantly decided to camp for the night, outside of Haven proper; they would make their way up to the old temple in the morning. Genitivi had chafed at the delay, until Alessar pointed out that breaking his other leg while stumbling about on a mountainside would make it very difficult indeed to study the temple at all, once they got there. The scholar finally relented and was now sleeping soundly, probably for the first time in days.
It was getting late; supper had been several hours ago, and most of the others were talking qu
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By Ariel-D and Kgemeni
Description: Jarlaxle seeks the Cleansing Stone, but acquiring the Stone comes with a price. In the process, Jarlaxle and Entreri both have to face their inner fears. Set post-SotS.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Kgemeni played Jarlaxle. Warnings for brief sexual violence. Contains some fluff and some rather stiff irony.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Pushes against what comes afterward.
The clang of metal ringing against metal filled the air. Artemis Entreri held in a growl as the disembodied sword attacked him; he hated fighting wizards. He slashed through the magical sword, dispelling it, only to find a swarm of magical missiles headed his way. He sheathed his dagger and switched Charon's Claw to his left hand, catching the missiles with his gauntlet
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"Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."
--"The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost
Chapter Two Never Turning Back, Age 12
I don't want to cease to exist.
The thought struck Gaara along with consciousness, pulling him from the darkness. He became aware of his surroundings slowly, noting the breeze passing over his arms and tousling his hair as well as the damp heat along his entire front side, especially against his cheek. Next he realized that his legs were being squeezed, although not uncomfortably so, and that every few seconds he was being jostled faintly. Finally, he noticed the smell of pine trees and the sounds of chirping birds.
I'm still here, Gaara thought, opening his eyes. Running beside him was his sister, who to his confusi
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Entreri expected a white flash, but all that happened was that he awakened in the last place he remembered being: a low couch in the Maranelli Guild penthouse. He sighed and pushed himself in to a sitting position, something that wasn't as easy as it used to be. He was sixty years old now, and he'd packed on forty pounds, making him overweight but not obese.
Still, he could most certainly tell the difference forty pounds made; he lost his breath in fights sometimes. However, he had no motivation to change his lot. Life held no meaning for him. Besides, he was a lieutenant in the Maranelli Guild, so he was plenty rich enough to eat and drink what he liked when he liked.
And that was exactly why he had a hangover.
Entreri groaned at the sharp pain in his head. Fortunately, the curtains were drawn over the windows, so the light wasn't too bad. He struggled to his feet, sighed, and headed toward the dining hall. He
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By Ariel-D and Surreptitious Chi X
Description: To Entreri’s vexation, Jarlaxle discovers the Surface tradition of birthdays. Crack!fic/crack!fluff.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Chi played Jarlaxle. Written for Christmas, but since there is no such holiday in FR, we went with general birthdays.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Ignores all that comes afterward.
Artemis Entreri knew he was having a bad day when he settled at the corner table at the tavern only to realize the long table beside him was filled not only with people but also presents. Before he could even suggest to Jarlaxle that they find a different tavern, he was assaulted by the song he hated most in life – the North's birthday song:
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday,
We gift you first with a unicorn wit
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I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
"The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost
Chapter Three The Difference, Age 14
Gaara had to wonder if he was making any difference. He wondered if he'd be allowed to make a difference.
Stopping in the last village at the edge of the forest, Gaara and his siblings considered the small selection of restaurants. They'd never stopped there for supper before, having always come through early in the morning or late at night.
"Not much to chose from, jan," Kankuro commented, surveying the stores with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"Anything's better than rations." Temari crossed her arms. "And I insist on fresh, hot tea."
Lured by the smell of frying meat and baking bread, Gaara headed toward the nearest restaurant, his siblings trailing behind him. His thoughts weren't on food, though
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Description: AU crack!fic in which Jarlaxle and Entreri are aware of the things that have been written about them. Humor/Parody.
Disclaimer: Jarlaxle, Entreri, and Drizzt are owned by RAS and Wizards of the Coast. No profit is being made.
Author’s Note: It’s half-humor/half-parody. Just go with it.
Jarlaxle sat across the table from Entreri in a bustling tavern, both of them still nursing their drinks. While Jarlaxle sipped on a sweet red wine, Artemis worked on a honeymead ale. Also, Jarlaxle was quite distracted by the barmaids; he even managed to slip a gold coin down the bodice of a particularly stunning blonde.
“Is there some reason you must flirt with every woman you see?” Entreri asked after the barmaid left their table. “Good gods, they don’t even have to walk on two legs, and you want to lie with them.”
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"Damned drow! Don't die."
The words seemed to reach Jarlaxle through a soupy haze. An errant thought nagged him, the thought that something important had happened and he needed to remember what. No answers followed, though.
"If you die now, I'll never forgive you."
Jarlaxle wanted to either laugh or frown laugh at the thought he'd die so easily and frown at whoever was making such odd pronouncements over him. As though he would die! But no sooner had he thought that than he remembered being in a fight, one worse than usual. Yes, that was right. He'd been close to breaking the ball that would whisk him off to a place even he couldn't predict, but if he'd been in that much trouble, why wasn't he safely elsewhere?
Wait. There had been someone else. A few someone elses, really. That crazy child of his long-dead friend and his equally insane lov
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Jarlaxle stirred faintly, roused by the clanging of a buoy mixed with the splashing of ocean waves and the cries of sea gulls. The world had changed a great deal since 878 DR, when he'd been born. Now it was 1978, and Skullport's harbor was filled with steel battleships and cruise liners. Jarlaxle had grown old, although his mother than been older when she died. But there was no evil goddess to keep him alive unnaturally long, and the Weave had been exhausted, making magic die. And Jarlaxle was sitting on his private beach letting the soft rays of the sunset warm him. He got cold easily these days; he fell asleep accidentally.
But he was never so far gone as to miss the approach of the human walking up the beach toward him. The man wore white pants and a white shirt, the pants rolled up a few inches so he could let the waves lap over his feet. The shirt was unbuttoned, providing a
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A gleaming sword with a red blood trough, its reapers dancing in torchlight. "Have I ever mentioned that I hate drow?"
Glittering daggers that Jarlaxle could throw faster than human eyes could track. "Many times, khal abbil."
Back to back they stood, surrounded by dozens of red, glowing eyes. Entreri could feel the heat from Jarlaxle's back against his shoulder blades. "We must be perfect."
"We're always perfect."
Entreri decided Jarlaxle's cheerful tone didn't cover his irritation and confusion. No, that wasn't true it covered it to everyone's ears but his. The mercenary didn't know why his own kind attacked them.
"To what honor do I owe this visit?" Jarlaxle asked, sounding airy. Entreri wasn't fooled.
The tall warrior in front grinned as the other foot soldiers remained silent and still. "Something a litter spider told Matron Baenre. We he
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As his friend entered the forest clearing, Jarlaxle grinned at him. "So how goes the training of Entreri Junior?"
"Don't call him that." Entreri glanced at Tai, the "junior" in question, who had collapsed on the ground and leaned against a tree twenty feet away. The young priest of Hoar looked like he'd instantly fallen asleep, his long black bangs hanging into his tan face. "In another five years, he might make a decent fighter."
"Such a cruel assessment!" Jarlaxle pulled a blanket from a pouch on his belt. "I think the boy comes along well." He spread the blanket on the ground, pausing as it produced a veritable feast. "So much better than rations." He took a seat and smiled at Entreri, clearly waiting for him to join in.
With a longsuffering sigh at Jarlaxle's endless supply of magical items, Entreri sat cross-legged on the ground. Every meat he could want present
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 5 in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 9 in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 3 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 8 in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 4 in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
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Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 2 in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 7 in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 6 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
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Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
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Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
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The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
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My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
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Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.
Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...
Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.
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Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
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I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
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Stained, my face with sorrow,
wash it clean with a kiss on the morrow.
Embrace me not from afar,
And allow my soul to shine brighter than any star.
I swear to you that we are only stronger,
and hand in hand, we'll last through eternity and longer.
We fear the same occurences do we not my dear?
I dread the end of this blessing, but the future is unclear.
My darling, you need not worry of my intentions...
It is only the expected obstacles that bring tensions.
Wipe the worrisome tears from those beautiful eyes,
for it will never be our devoted passion that dies.
Calm your caring heart, as I am here to stay.
And away from my vows to you, I shall never stray.
Lycan Pass - Chapter 1The shade was startlingly cold compared to the sunlight that had been hitting my face moments ago. My eyes unscrewed and I pressed my face against the glass of the bus window as we passed through a grove of trees. We were destined towards the Cole Center for a swim meet against Lake City, and I knew we didn't have a chance. Still, the team smiled. Everyone was happy and cheering each other on, boasting about how they would beat their own records. We were family, and not even a crushing defeat could separate us. I sighed and mentally slapped myself for thinking so pessimistically. My team deserved better than that.Lycan Pass - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"WHO ARE WE?" I yelled.
"WE ARE BULLDOGS!" they screamed back.
They broke into a chorus on howling and barking. I smiled a little and broke into a howl of my own, sounding a little too close to the real thing. My team laughed and asked how I did it, if I would do it aga
Hell's Captive - Chapter 4We exited the carriage into the searingly hot air. The screams of the Trapped echoed and penetrated my ears, seemingly splitting my mind in two. Gallen scowled at me.Hell's Captive - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can't you do something about this noise?" I nodded. The Unnamed Language flowed easily over my tongue, like a cool stream of water, and slowly, the noise died down. I looked to my master. He shrugged at me and muttered something about useless demons. I sighed and followed him into Inferno PD.
Inferno Police Department was and ugly building that meshed in with the natural walls of Hell.It's walls were a bland gray-pink, and all of the windows had bars on them. A sign pronounced boldly, "Inferno Police Department - Level 1" It towered to the top of Hell and seemed to stop at the ground, but I knew better. It ran all the way to the lowest Level. Almost no one ever saw that far down, though. Only people like Micheal Fairrowind worked down there. No one really knew what they did there. But then again, who would want to?
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gentle in your hand
Hate is like a bruised behind-
painful when you land
Joy is like a bad night's supper-
it rises up within
Sorrow is like a logic-less man
a fight you'll never win
And peace is like a racing turtle-
it's always at the end
Hell's Captive - Chapter 5Gallen and I sat, perched on the roof of a 5 story apartment complex, awaiting our victim. It was a Half-Troll by the name of Marcell DeCoup. He had been selling information to the Angels for the price of magic items. So far we know that he has a wrist watch that sustains his life force (he doesn't even have to eat!), and a mirror which shows him 10 minutes into the future. Tonight, Marcell was meeting his info trader on the playground at Eden Apartments.Hell's Captive - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lucy, look alive. He's here," Gallen announced. I looked to the Northwestern corner of the play area, and sure enough, there he was. I couldn't help but shudder. Trolls had poisonous fangs, and I had been bitten once. Let me say that it wasn't a pleasant experience.
The Half-Troll looked around and checked his watch. We had already taken care of the Angel, and when it didn't show up, the Troll was bound to be suspicious. We had to move fast. Gallen motioned for me to go, and I jumped silently off of the building, my strengthened demo
Hell's Captive - Chapter 3Gallen and I sat in silence most of the trip, and that was perfectly fine with me. I was content to just sit and stare out the window. I mean, it's not everyday that you get a carriage ride through Hell. I glanced at Gallen's face and grimaced. He looked bored. How could he possibly be bored? Just outside our windows were burning castles that looked ready to fall apart, Lesser Demons doing interesting jigs and whirls atop piles of... well, you can use your imagination. Balls of odd-colored fire swooped down at terrifying speeds, aimed at the Trapped (humans who fell into Hell, and those who trekked down to save others and were caught themselves). The man screamed in fear, and the fire ball changed directions right before it hit him. He stumbled backward and- in what seemed an impossibly slow motion- fell off of the cliff side. Gallen scoffed.Hell's Captive - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I can't believe he fell for it," he stated.
"Excuse me, my Lord?" Gallen stared at me for a second.
"That ball of fire was a Hell Pixie. They ca
Hell's Captive - Chapter 2I awoke with a start as an unfamiliar thought flickered through my mind. 'Gallen's awake" But how would I-? My eyes shifted to my hand. Oh yeah.Hell's Captive - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rolled out of the soft, warm bed Gallen had been kind enough to give me. I yanked on some clean clothes and pulled my black hair into a short and spiky ponytail. I ran to the kitchen, which was a long way from my room. I never could figure out why Gallen loved living in mansions. The luxurious swirling of reds, golds, and whites somehow managed to make the large space look warm and inviting.
The kitchen was fully stocked with all of Gallen's favorite foods. Through the bond, I knew exactly what he wanted for breakfast. Two fried eggs, two slices of toast with raspberry jam, three slices of bacon, and chai tea with milk and sugar. I got to work and prayed he didn't call upon me while I was cooking.
I sensed his good mood. The young Lord had gotten plenty of sleep last night. I sighed in relief. His mood swings tended to be violent.
Lycan Pass - Chapter 2It seemed like the lifespan of the world had passed before I could even hear anything. My body throbbed, my head spun, my stomach churned. It felt as if someone had poured a hot bucket of agony all down my body. I let out a weak groan and attempted to open my eyes, but they were firmly swollen shut. There was a cold metal surface beneath me. For a second, I thought that I might have still be on the bus, but the distant murmur of voices cleared up that delusion. Footsteps clicked their way towards me.Lycan Pass - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I say we give her the virus," a male voice said.
"You're kidding me, right? If she hasn't got the gene, it'll kill her on the spot," said a second, deeper voice.
"Trevor, she's going to die anyway. Look at her. Not even the best doctor in the world could fix her. She's broken," The second man paused, obviously trying to make a decision.
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Loki sat on his bed, his eyes wide and alert, as his thoughts all screamed inside his head. He knew that Darcy would be his ticket of this clump of dirt but he didn't have the exact details worked out. How can I get her to trust me? He thought, realising that it would be necessary for his scheme to even have a chance at working.
Then he remembered what he saw of Darcy's memory earlier. That boy, Jesse, looked a great deal like him and maybe he could use that to his advantage. She had obviously fallen for the boy easily and maybe with his similar dark hair and emerald eyes, he could make her fall for him too.
Loki grinned as everything began to fall into place. He slid off his bed, still made and un-slept in, and strode down to the living area. He saw his brother, his woman and Darcy all sitting at the table eating flat circle dough things. He walked over to the fridge and took out one of the green apples Darcy had been eating when they had first talked properly.
Darcy looked up and saw
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Loki woke in a cold sweat. He winced as the pain he felt on the sand still flared through him. As he slowly hauled himself up to a sitting position he began to inspect his surroundings. He glanced down at his injury and saw the bandage wrapped around it. A scowl broke out on his face. Injuries were a sign of weakness and there was nothing he detested more than weakness. The light blared into the room, obnoxiously announcing the arrival of the new day. He squinted as it shone straight into his eyes.
The sound of soft footsteps behind him caused the wounded god to turn around. The girl who had first seen him was padding into the small kitchenette area, her brown locks flowing messily down her back. Loki cleared his throat, wanting his presence to become known, looking forward to making the girl uncomfortable again. He noticed that she was more wary of him than the other woman was, most likely due to the fact that the other had his oaf of a brother to protect her. Unfortunately, Thor woul
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Loki propped himself up onto his hands and surveyed his terrain, realising he had been thrown to the exact location that Thor had. He scowled at the thought of being punished as his brother had but shook the thought off and looked over himself to find the source of the stabbing pain shooting through his calf. Blood was spilling over his pale skin and onto the pattern inscribed into the sand. He moved his hand over the wound and closed his eyes, putting all the energy he could find within himself into his hand. He groaned in frustration as it continued to bleed, the blood was spilling out fast and furious and Loki cursed himself for trying to fight against the all-father's banishment, for trying to fight the magic.
While Loki sat and cursed himself, a white van sped along the desert road that lead to the site that Thor had fallen to Earth. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Thor?" Jane asked him, gripping the steering wheel tightly, her gaze fixed on the stretch of nothing in front of h
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Darcy woke the next morning in the day before's clothes that she had neglected to take off. She glanced over to her t.v and picked up the remote, switching it off. As she sat up her head began to throb and she raised her hand to her forehead out of instinct. She thought back to the night before, searching her mind for the cause of the pain but it was all a little fuzzy. She slipped out of the bed gingerly and rubbed her eyes as she strode out off her bedroom and towards the kitchen.
Jane and Thor sat on the couch, Jane's head pressed onto Thor's chest as he slept. She glanced up at him and smiled, feeling his chest rise and fall softly beneath her. She heard a door open and looked up to see Darcy walk towards the kitchen. She gently slid off Thor and made her way to the kitchen to meet her friend.
Darcy opened the fridge a grabbed a bottle of water, hoping it would help with the pain and shut the door behind her. She leant against the bench and took a gulp of water then lent
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Darcy laid on her bed as her mind swam with thoughts, all competing to be the one that she focused on. Loki was so damaged and she desperately wanted, with all her being, to fix him. No one deserved to be that broken. Then a thought reached the front of her mind, a memory she had long since forgotten.
It was a hot day at Matthew High, the sun burned in the sky, letting all the students below know its dominance over them. Darcy glanced up at the blue sky, watching as a v of birds flew towards a new home. She was sitting on a long wooden bench in the middle of the school yard, students all around her, sitting in groups and talking about the latest scandal.
Her best friend Maia was talking about a fascinating book she was reading but Darcy couldn't seem to focus on the conversation. She couldn't stop looking at the tall, dark footballer who was gazing over at her. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him leave his friends and start walking over in her direction. Jesse was the most p
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The golden walls of the bifrost gleamed in the light of the day. It was as if it had always stood here, whole and complete. The all-father must have called upon the enchantors to construct a new one after the previous was destroyed. Loki gritted his teeth and looked up to Odin, staring him down, showing him that remorse was not in his nature, that he would not apologise for his acts.
"You have caused this realm great grief, Loki, and that must not go unpunished."
The all-father's voice was calm, like the sea before the storm hits and you fall into the abyss of the deep blue, fading into obscurity.
"This will not work, Odin." He spat out his name, determined not to crumble under his imposing demeanor as so many others had. "You can't send me off to Midgard and expect I will go soft as Thor did. I refuse to."
"You will pay for your crimes and Midgard is the perfect place to live out the consequences." Odin pulled himself up to his full height, looming over Loki. "You are unworthy." He sa
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One year earlier
"Sonic we need to hurry the warp gate won't last long!" Tails yelled out as he moved around feverously adjusting dials and instruments. His work shop was buzzing with energy and the noise created by a tear in the fabric of the universe was deafening. A rippling immaterial window leading to another world was suspended between two tesla coils by wild arcs of lighting. "It's now or never!" the two tailed fox struggled to scream out over the racket.
"Okay, Amy you're up first," the blue hedgehog said. "Jump through, and we'll be right behind you okay?"
The pink hedgehog he addressed was a nervous wreck. There was fear radiating from ever part of her. "Sonic, are you sure this will work?"
"Eggman doesn't know that there was one last portal to Fliki Island, not only that but it we needed all 7 chaos emeralds to power it, and it's still super unstable. We're going though, taking the emeralds with us, and destroying the machi
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Luna was slowly roused from her light slumber by the quick change in momentum, forcing her lurch forward slightly as opposed to being gently rocked by steady travel on board the train. The locomotive hissed loudly as it applied its steam brakes. She turned her attention to glass window her head rested upon and found herself to be looking at the small rustic train station of Ponyville. It varied greatly from Canterlot Station's magnificence, but it was not without its sleepy, small town charm. She stretched her neck and shoulders as she rose from her seat and made her through the train cabin to the doorway, ignoring all of the inquisitive, accusing, and prying stares of the ponies that had ridden with her as she disembarked.
She was greeted by a polite train attendant who had swiftly moved to retrieve her luggage cart from the storage car. The stallion lowered his neck to set the yolk on the ground next to her before wishing her a pleasant afternoon as he made his way to re-board the
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Hooves ground into the dirt, tails flipped back and forth anxiously, the crowds around the starting line cheered as their friends and family members of the inhabitants of the small town of Ponyville took their positions on the starting line. With the Wonderbolt cadets partaking in the race there were considerably more racers than normal but Spitfire accommodated by placing her recruits in formation behind the regular entries, much to the chagrin of Lighting Dust and Fleetfoot.
As the racers all made final stretches and readied themselves, a grey earth pony in a black and white striped shirt with a whistle made his way to side of the of the starting line and addressed everyone.
“Welcome one and all to the Running of the Leaves, I want you all to remember to have fun out there and have a safe race! Now Racers, I’d like to call your attention to Ponyville’s own little supermodel who will signal the start of the race!”
Everypony's attention turned to the opposite si
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Dash was reared back onto her hind legs with her forelegs resting on Sonic’s shoulders as they slowly moved across the dance floor. Sonic was surprised at first, expecting her to drop a good deal of her weight onto him, but quickly realized that she stood more upright than he had thought she would and as a result, felt just the weight of her forelegs. He did feel a tad awkward however, since on four legs he stood taller than her, but once reared, she had a slight height advantage. However, he quickly got over the feeling and moved his hands to her waist, resting them just above her cutie-mark and the two had slowly began two-stepping, swaying back and forth in time with the music while slowly rotating about.
The song was a beautiful one, when they had rotated and came into view, Sonic saw that the music was being performed by a small orchestra and noticed mint green unicorn that he’d seen at the Running of the Leaves strumming a harp with her magic and noticed a grey earth
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It had been two days since their spat in the woods, the hedgehog continued to provide the pegasus with shelter, protection form roving forest patrols and kept a fresh supply of apples for her to eat. Now she was able to walk, trot and run without any pain. Her wing was still mending, but the throbbing pain was gone, she estimated it wouldn't be long before she would be flying. She would have been a lot more enthusiastic about the whole ordeal if the blue hedgehog's melancholy attitude hadn't lifted since their fight. Gone was his ever present cocky grin, his cheesy one-liners, jokes and puns that he seemed to laugh at more than she did. He hadn't even spoken much, outside of general small talk and checking on her progress, he seemed to mull about secluding himself by the mouth of the cave. Even though they had just met Rainbow Dash didn't have to be Twilight Sparkle to see there was something wrong with him.
"So...uhh,"The Pegasus said trotting to his side by the mouth of the cave. He
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Luna the Matchmaker
Chapter 2 "Sometimes You Just Need a Nudge.
By Steven Little
My little pony © Hasbro
The summer sun rose over Ponyville through a cloudless blue sky. The early light beamed through the window of Princess Luna's bedroom at the Carousel Boutique. With the sun in her face again, the Princess slowly woke up from the wonderful dream she was having. Stretching lazily, she reached over to the other side of the bed, sat up swiftly, and gazed at the empty spot next to her. "I guess it really was a dream." She spoke softly to herself.
Luna sighed and smiled. 'But what a dream!' She thought. Now that it was light, the Princess could see her environment better. Luna was used to much larger rooms. To tell the truth, she had closets that were larger than Spike and R
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Curse of the Werepony 2
Chapter 1: Confessions.
By Steven Little
My Little Pony is © Hasbro.
In the late hours of the night, a mighty thunderstorm raged outside the Carousel Boutique. Rarity, the store's sole proprietor, lied awake in her bed gazing at a picture of herself with a specific purple earth pony stallion with a green mane. Casually, she looked at the heart shaped frame next to it on her nightstand. A photograph of a small young green and purple dragon was held within it. 'Oh Spike, why do you always seem to be out of town when I need you the most.' She thought to herself.
The blue eyed unicorn mare quickly sat up in her bed when she heard the door to her bedroom slowly creek open. A white unicorn filly with green eyes and a curly purple and pink mane and tail, poked her head into the room.
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And Tootsie Flute Makes Three
By Steven Little
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
and all associated characters are © Hasbro
Lyra and Bonbon, as usual, were enjoying the warm day on the park bench outside their house. Rainbow Dash and the weather team had done a particularly excellent job clearing the clouds on that amazing summer day. Lyra was reading the latest copy of the Canterlot Musical Review while Bonbon flipped through her favorite sweets catalog, looking for ideas for the shop. In the background, young fillies and colts frolicked about on the playground. Bonbon couldn't help but look up from her magazine and watch them at play. The little colts and fillies gamboled and amused themselves amongst the swings and jungle gym, without a care in the world. Behind them, proud parents stood watching their offspring. Bonbon went back to her reading when she
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Luna the Matchmaker
Chapter 1 "Let the Meddling Begin!"
By Steven Little
My Little Pony © Hasbro
Life is a risky business and not for the faint of heart.
A lonely sparrow glided on thermal eddies created by the last few rays of the setting sun, in its endeavor to catch a passing insect that inhabited the rocks of its mountain home. Chasing an elusive midge, the plump bird flew over the crest of its rocky home and found itself flying over the golden spires of Canterlot, the royal city of the Alicorn sisters. With its intended target in plain sight, the small bird chased its prey down into the city below. Dodging towers, lampposts, and the strange four-legged creatures that lived there, the sparrow slowly gained on the unfortunate insect. Finally catching the midge in its beak, the plump bird unknowingly lit upon the windowsill of Canterlot's Royal Library to enjoy its
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Curse of the Were-Pony
Chapter 1 "Hearts are Such Fragile Things"
By Steven Little
My Little Pony © Hasbro
A mid-autumn wind caused dry and brittle leaves to tumble along the ground, landing at the base of the Ponyville Library. Growing close to the middle of town, the library itself was actually in the middle of a hollowed out tree, which through the grace of magic, was still alive and growing. At this time of year, leaves of brown and orange replaced the normally verdant canopy. Inside, the library was homely but spacious. Bookshelves had been carved into the living wood walls. The main area was for books and patrons to read or check out materials. Off to one side was a small kitchen and in the back, up a few steps was a dining come reading area. Upstairs was set-aside for the librarian's living quarters. It too was equally spacious including a