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The job had gone off without a hitch. They'd gotten clear of Hollywall and reached the safety of the Nightshade Woods, all without losing a single piece of their loot. Those foolish Braveguard hadn't suspected a thing, not until it was too late to do anything that is. Now the pair of thieves had themselves a satchel full of gold coins, more then enough to take it easy in some of the nicer taverns and inns in the nearby capital for weeks. Months if they were more conservative with their catch. But how could two simple criminals achieve such a feat? Simple. The mayor of Hollywall, recently elected after her predecessor had stepped down to spend more time with her family, had a poor eye for detecting people posing as Braveguard. All the two thieves had to do was knock out a pair of the unlucky Braveguard stuck patrolling the town's many streets at night. Then, once they'd adorned the armour of the now unconscious Braveguard, hurry over to the mayor's house in the middle of the night, and

When I approached, Chiara's face was still buried in what had recently been the Bundeshaus. I knelt down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Can we try again?" I asked. Chiara picked up her head and looked at me. "I'd thought you were better than them," she whispered as small waterfalls flowed from her face, blown into mist by the wind. "That you wouldn't try to control me." I blinked, startled. "Control you?" Chiara slowly sat up. "I had a present for you, you know," she sighed. "But I suppose you probably don't want it." Seeing the quizzical look on my face, she smiled faintly. "Well, I might as well give it a shot." And Chiara stood up, reached into her pocket, and pulled out Étienne. "Evanna!" Étienne called out, struggling helplessly as Chiara pinched his ribcage between her finger and thumb. "Evanna, please don't let her hurt me!" Chiara ignored Étienne's plea, holding him forwards towards me. "So, Evanna, what do you want to do to him? You could finish him off

Forage: Exchanger Hurts My eyes started opening up and I find myself staring onto the wall in front of me. I lies upon the cold grounds below, within a square spaced room with only the door behind me. Here, everything was silent that I just hear the loud ringing in my own ear. I yawned after some time before raising myself up to my own feet. Dusting anything that had latched onto my own fur and looked around once more. The room that I was in was empty. Not a single thing was located here. It was sad really, for I had wondered if I could find something useful that would aid me into finding my chief. But I just shake my head and turned around. Eyeing upon the door in front of me, I had started to walk forth. Till I reached the door. I grabbed onto the handle and tilted it down. A click was heard and at the instant, the door was opened for me. I went through the door. The first thing I had noticed was how big the other side of the door was. Thousands of rows of whatever contains upon

It was a hot, humid summer day, as the sun shone high up in the sky with barely any clouds in sight. Alexis was silently relaxing in the shade of a tall tree to try and stay cool. But she wasn't her normal human size, as she was currently a 50 foot tall giant. She had hoped to spend the day with her family. But it felt so hot outside and everyone else was too busy. Not knowing what else to do, Alexis laid there by herself and she closed her eyes, deciding to take a short nap in the shade of the tree. But she wouldn't be alone for long though... She had only been asleep for about 10 minutes when she woke up, hearing a pair of footsteps approaching her, followed by the sound of a familiar voice talking to her. Alexis slowly opened her eyes, seeing her dear friend Alex standing right next to her, as he was looking at his giant friend in surprise. Alexis smiled, happy to see one of her best friends was there with her. Alex: Well this is a sweet surprise. Hey there, Alexis. ^^ Alexis:

Chapter 16 - My Mother, Myself The tears didn’t last that long. They never do. It’s not worth it to cry. What is there to cry about anyway? Tonight was a good night. This week, drawing ever closer to its end, had been a good one. I was the recipient of a personal reality that I could never have imagined before. I woke up halfway to where I wanted to be. A sampler, a teaser of realized daydreams. I get to look cute, I get to feel a thousand little tickles of delight. In practically a hundred percent of situations, I felt welcomed and spiritually fulfilled. So, why was I crying? It wasn’t Amber. If anything, Amber made me laugh. Against her grain of displeasure, I had been given a mountain of friendship and appreciation. But that tiny piece reminded me of something deeper beneath a façade of strength. Mom. My mother. A woman both gone and still present. The woman who made me a man. And I still loved her. Not the shadow who warmly greeted me as a girl, made lunch with me, and invited

I waded out of the pond, the other girls following in my wake, streams of water flowing down my body, the soft mud on the bottom of the pond squelching under my feet. I sit down on the shore of the pond, falling a few trees under my butt, flattening a bush under my rump. The other girls giggle as they join me, wrapping themselves in their little towels. A few walk over to the bush, cracking a few jokes about me having to lose some weight. Blah blah. I stand up and pick up the girls, walking back to civilization. Drivers swerve and panic as they frantically clear a path for me as if I was about to step on them! Silly fools... it's almost like I didn't live here for nearly two decades or something! Whatever... people can be stupid, I guess.