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Chapter VI: The news of a grand morning ceremony commemorating Spyro and Cynder’s anniversary created a noteworthy commotion in the temple’s main courtyard. Creatures of the highest and lowest esteems were present, and a distinct blend between Warfang’s most elegant and its most undignified composed the mass. In the great central gazebo, built by the handiest stoneworkers in Warfang to be worthy of the post-war city, the councilmen and their guests sat on gold and silver decorated ceremonial curule seats facing the temple. These “high priority” individuals –mainly moles- were dressed in the finest attires

Chapter 2: Fukatsu- For Fukatsu, life had too many questions. As a young adult, growing up became something of a simple task, but with age, came knowledge, and with knowledge, loose ends. There were too many lies, too many open holes; everything seemed as a conspiracy. The student would sometimes ask himself too much. He would wonder what would have happened, if history went a different course, if what happened were not so. What if Napoleon Bonaparte had not conquered France? Would the world value political freedom as it did? What would have happened, had Hitler succeeded?  What if Jesus Christ would have not died? What if Pilot would have

We travel down a river; flow, we simply flow, down through cool and sweet waves. But then comes the violent rapids destroying, bashing, elimination until we lose our boat; our safety, our safe haven. But this doesn't have to be so. Slow down, boat rider. Slow down, sailor of life.come to the river's edge. Stop, and repair your boat and mend your wounds. Caress the firm ground and love each moment of the beauty and marvels of the lovely spring nip. For we never know when the river will dry up.

Chapter 4: The church house- As I stepped out of the black portal and into what appeared to me as a certain kind of courtyard, I felt as if I came back into reality. The strange and fixating sensation of the inter-realm was replaced by the feeling of wet grass at my bare feet; and small raindrops on my face and shoulders. The air was clearly humid, and the lush sound of soft rain took the space of silence the inter-realm held. I gazed about me, and was mused at my surroundings. The grass below me was finely cut, and was placed in fine patches aside the concrete paved paths. In the center of this terrace was a flag pole surrounded by garden

"Aerial Dance" Blu and Jewel's aerial dance was playful; slightly clumsy, but nevertheless playful and ever majestic. The danced together in the shallow spaces of the thick Brazilian jungle near the Amazon River. Their bodies weaved to and fro in the open spots, coming close together at times, and at others moving away from one another. The Amazon Jungle played its wonderful and curious roll, for as they flew from shade, to small openings in the canopy, and then back shade, the full spectrum of colors and shades that the jungle rewarded became present to them. In their flight, the colorful creatures blended with the flora to create an exotic