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Sachiko lived a quiet life growing up. Her family wasn’t quite the most well-off, but they were comfortably far from poor. She was rather energetic and always looking for something to do. A new crevice to peek her small head into, getting a little too close to poison ivy, and always giving her parents the slip. It didn’t dissipate as she grew older, either; if anything, upon gaining her blessing, it got worse. Despite lacking her blessing’s trademark gliding flaps, you could often find her flying from treetop to treetop, or, often, falling from treetops. She never seemed to stand still for even a minute. However, if one cou

Wow, it's been a year since I met him, since little Layla set out to find "Caspian the Great Detective Hero of Verletzen". I set out not really knowing much about the world outside the little corner of it where I grew up... well, aside from what I learned from books, that is. Not much experience with people and all that, I guess. Not really. I walked into Verletzen and, to be perfectly honest, was way out of my league. I didn't really have any street smarts. I only had detective novels to go off of, really, and it turns out fiction doesn't translate to reality very well. Things didn't go very well for me at all and I think the only reason i

A year is so short, but so much can happen in that time, and whole lives can change. Take me, for example. I first found Yami on YouTube. Her cancer video popped into my recommended feed one day during a time when I was watching artist storytime videos, I think. You know the type. I saw she had a Patreon at the time and thought to myself, "Wow, she still has cancer and is making stuff like this as best she can? I'm gonna support her and see where she goes, and maybe even grab her palettes if I ever decide to learn to draw or something." I started supporting her and promptly forgot I did that. Yeah, maybe that was irresponsible of me, but I

Growing warm under the covers, a fox Annie slowly opens her eyes, awakening from her peaceful slumber. She sits up slowly, and feels the covers fall off her head. Stretching and yawning, she greets the day with a smile as she steps off her bed. Click. She hears the sound reverberate through the room. Nothing was out of place. The sliding door closed as she left it. Her chair hadn’t been moved again, (she never did forgive those mischievous cousins of hers for that prank the night she forgot to lock them in) and nobody seemed to have broken in. But as she readies herself for the day ahead something clicks in her head. Today was fresh fi

Hey, Caspian, it’s been a while! I’ve been doing fine! They just gave me honors for saving a bunch of lives from a mafia attack and I’ve got a rank, now! I told all those guys I could advance without having to pay them for help, though it was nice of them to make the offer even if they did want my Petalies as fair compensation! They seemed a little down at the ceremony. Maybe they were just really disappointed they didn’t get to help me? Work’s not much different, though. Still patrolling on my own, still not in command of a squad. They said something about not being able to afford a squad and if they could be

A boy writes his words, ever the student His pen traces the curves diligently. Knowing not the pains of the outside world He wishes to learn, with childish glee. But the spirits had designs for him yet     They agreed his pure, fun world would shatter. For spirits do not understand mortals That he was a child did not matter. From above an owl descends on him Its target, its prey, chosen, defenseless, And digs talons into his whole being Body in agony, mind left senseless. His existence turned to blazing fire Body torn apart, yet still remains whole It lasted a moment, just one moment But it left its mark, made clear what it stole. Moth