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After wandering around the house for a while, I eventually found my way to the back door. I didn't have any real goal in mind for what I'd do once I left the house, so I found myself wandering down the path I found there while thoughts and worries about what just happened swirled through my mind. Should I have protested the plan after all? How long would it even take to find the Queen Heart? Weeks, months, years? Could I really live as some else for that long? My thoughts were interrupted by a man's voice suddenly calling out to me. "Hey! If you don't wanna get your shoes wet then I'd suggest you stop there!" I stopped to look around, and re

Episode 2 - A Crying Heart! Keitarou Vanishes!? I woke up some time later, to a sight I wouldn't soon forget - Fluffon's face, mere centimeters from mine, looking me directly in the eye. "Yo." "Uwaah!" Startled, I instantly bolted upright (removing Fluffon from on top of me in the process) and started looking around in a panic. "How, where..." I wasn't outside the school anymore, that much was obvious. I was sitting in a bed in what appeared to be someone's bedroom - probably a girl's, judging from the pink curtains in the window and the dresses I could see hanging in the closet. That was confirmed pretty much immediately, when Himekawa ru

Episode 1 - The Birth of Copy Heart!? I was out shopping at the mall one day when I heard explosions in the distance - a pretty obvious sign that something big was going on. Pulling my trusty camera out of my bag, I ran off to find the source. It didn't take long - I was soon at the entrance, where I saw nothing less than Miracle Heart herself, engaged yet another battle against evil! ...OK, maybe I should go back a bit and explain myself. I'm Keitarou Tomoya, your typical teenage school reporter (well, I have another name now, but we'll get to that later). At this point, I'd been focusing on one story in particular - that of Miracle Heart,

"Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!" That was the first sound Sora heard as he woke up one Thursday morning. "Beep-beep! Beep-beep!" Reluctantly, he reached over to his bedside stand to turn off his alarm clock... and nearly fell right out of his bed when he saw what time it was! 7:45!? But the tram he took to school left at 8:00! That barely left him with enough time to get dressed and pack his bag before leaving! In a panic, he proceeded to do just that before racing out the door. Somehow, Sora managed to make it to the stop and get aboard on time. Once he'd gotten the chance to sit down and catch his breath, though, a rumbling in his stoma

It all started a couple months ago... It was a typical Monday morning and, as many teenage boys do on Monday mornings, I was standing alone at the street corner, waiting for the school bus to pick me up for another day of education. It was raining, as it so often does here, so I had my jacket on and my umbrella opened... Or rather, I did have my umbrella, until a sudden gust of wind sent it flying out of my hands and down the street. I didn't have time to chase after it or lament its loss, though, because the second it left my hand, I was struck by lightning! ...At least, I think it was lightning. The thing is, it didn't actually hurt at al

You frown a little as you look up at the small wooden house before you. You know the place, of course - everyone around here does. The creepy old house on the edge of town, whose owner is said to be an actual witch... And for the most part, people believe it. The few times she'd been spotted outside of her house, all those who'd seen her said that she had a sort of "magical vibe" about her, whatever that meant. And magic did seem to be just about the only explanation for the mysterious happenings that seemed to surround the place. Otherwise sane, reliable people told stories of things like talking trees and flying cats, with photos and videos