His name is james Ch.2"Miley, he was killing you, not trying to kill you." Stein shook his head as he tried to pull Miley away from the still body of the witch. She didn't need to be here, and he knew she wouldn't like what he had to do later with James. Though it would give him a unique opportunity, finding just what the boy really was even after all of this. That would have to wait; right now he had a temperamental young woman to deal with.
As Franken tried to be at least a bit gentle with the crying girl his tugging instant turned into a jerk, a lift, and a pull ending up with placing Miley ever so unceremoniously behind his back shielding her. Stein didn't know if he should be trusting is own sight at this moment; Medusa, was just standing there staring at him with that sickly sweet grin of hers. "Miley, do you see Medusa standing there?" Stein quickly asked as he tried to find any reason say for his own madness that would bring an image of this monster to his eyes.
"Yes, she's the one, she made
Short Scene with AliceAlice was waiting so patiently there on the soft white couch, her cellphone sitting there perched ever so lightly on the edge of her ornate glass coffee table. After the little dialog between her and that rogue of hers she was sure that even with the lights around her apartment dimmed ever so slightly he would find her tonight.
It was a nice quiet night; the neighbors were all out, spending their Saturday nights in the usual manner for those in the upscale of life. Curled up with her eyes shut seemingly to fall asleep for the night she held her attention, waiting for the sound of her apartment's unlocked door to slowly click open, and give away even the quietest entrance of her rogue. It was nearly elven at night and Alice had yet to receive her ever so anticipated visit. Did something happen to him as he was on his way? Did he rush and get hurt? As a few worrisome scenarios started to run through the girl's mind at that point she heard something. Was it a click? A small kno
Story start for AliceAlice started to giggle to herself, something that she rarely ever did and not something she ever did in the company of others. The newest text on her brushed steel faced phone had her set into elation, it was from the one person she had in her whole life that had been there for her through everything. Through the small backlit screen on her phone the simple message read out 'Always there for you princess.'
Alice wanted to send him something back, but she didn't quite know what would outdo that little line of his. He had always called her a princess, and he was her rogue. Laying along the cushions of her soft white couch with her long blonde hair draped over the arm she started typing in her little teasing response, her smile growing as the little 'tak, tak' of the small keyboard wrote out 'Will I get a rogue's visit tonight?' and as she looked at the small message and pressed the small green send button she couldn't help herself but hold the small device to her chest as she started to
Story start for MalicMalic walked among the suits of plate mail armor that lined shoulder to shoulder in the armory of his tower. Each one clad in shining metals, silver, pewter, and gold. They were all alive, standing at attention, waiting for their master's order. These were the soldiers of his army, these ghost armors, animated suits, at his beck and call, ready to wipe the world of man. Malic didn't need to even say his orders; his mere thought was enough to move his army to action. Malic had built this army from raw iron pulled from the earth that the humans had for so long pillaged and his own elven magics, they would not die, not even from a thousand arrows or sword blows.
This army would never tire, never rest, and never cease till the last of humankind was destroyed. Though these soldiers of iron and magic were only one piece, Malic had at his command more, much more. Sprits of living fire, earth, air, and water all willing to be led by the last of the elven lords to whatever means he designed for