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#98 Eclipse "Leave. Us. Alone!" Eclipse snarled, heaving another arc of plasma at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse. She sagged against a pillar, exhausted by the effort of fending off the persistent assault, her sweat-streaked hair falling over her eyes again. Pushing herself to her feet, she summoned a shield of dark magic just in time to fend off another spray of bullets. The bastards weren't getting the point!
Fine! "If you want me, then come in here and get me!" She called, blasting off a large chunk of the wall. Flames streamed from the strange golden markings on her arms.
#97 Equinox When day and night are of equal lengths, and the world is in balance, the Dragons of fire and ice dance. Testing their might against one another before the scales again tilt. Agility versus patience, ferocity against collected calm. The hammer and the anvil that forge the forces of life, the sparks they cast the endless storms of Chaos.
Where one summons light, the other sooths with darkness. One brings warmth, the other chill. when one spurs action, the other calls for rest. Always they are in opposition, and always in cooperation. But this day? This day they simply dance.
#96 Eternity How old am I? I don't remember. An eternity has passed since the day of my birth. An eternity of pain and violence, love and betrayal. Of watching my few true friends die without me. And of dying, and trying everything to escape this seal. She is long dead, but still I cannot escape her cage.
But you are still here, are you not Malachi? I once thought I lost you to, do you remember?
Yes, I remember Runi. I remember how you grew and played, I was envious. But then you were sealed, and I? I was too late.
#94 IndependenceCome here child, you are mine.
You are my angel. You exist to fight for me.
You wear my feather in your braid,
like a trophy, you claim my name.
But I won't fight for you.
You claim to own me, I am your slave.
You say you made me. You call my name.
But I won't come for you.
Tear the feathers from my wings,
beat me til death is near. Chain me, curse my name.
I won't bow to you.
And when your time of need is near
beg, plead, call me dear.
I have changed my name.
#93 Harvest Festival "Oh come on Gail, you have to come!" Skya urged.
"I don't know Sya, you know I have to get that paper done..." Gail hedged, uneasy.
"It'll be fun! There'll be a feast in the great hall, lots of games, and the archery tournament! And people come from all over to set up in the bazaar."
Gail gave her a pained look, "I really can't."
"Please Gail. There will be bonfires, and fireworks. Edgewood goes all out on the Harvest fireworks!" Skya gave her a pitiful look, "I'll help with the paper."
"Alright! Just stop with the puppy dog eyes!"
#92 Winter Solstice In the icy wastelands far to the north, a city shines. It's brilliance defies the darkness of this, the longest of nights.
Snowelves, drakii, bears and more forget their differences to celebrate on this, the longest of nights.
Illusions prance and fireworks flare, their radiance dancing among countless crystalline structures on this, the longest of nights
Stories are made and stories are told across the city and the lands that surround on this, the longest of nights.
And even the sky joins in when the Aurora dances overhead on this, the longest of nights.
For this, the longest of nights.
#91 Birthday "Hey Char?" Tobias said suddenly, staring up at the starlit sky
Yes? The black cat's eyes blinked open, peering down at the boy.
"Can you believe that tomorrow is my birthday? I mean it's been almost a year since, since..." His eyes dropped and he shuddered, only partially from the cold that made his breath fog up. "Have you ever celebrated your birthday Char?"
No. A year had never seemed significant to him, merely a heartbeat in time. Asleep already? He leapt down, drawing strength from his soul to keep the boy warm. It was the least he could do.
#90 Home Zared closed the door firmly, shutting out the endless noise and painfully bright light of midday Edgewood. He sagged, exhausted from the strain of trying to keep track of too much. Thank god for sound proofing.
He pushed himself out from the doorway and stumbled upstairs, too tired even for food. H narrowly avoided stepping on the large snake sprawled across the floor. Making it too his room, he took the time to strip off his hot clothing before collapsing into bed.
Somehow, he was going to have to get that girl to stop dragging him around everywhere until noon.
#88 School Rill gazed proudly down at the school she had helped build so long ago, wings stilling as she began the long, slow glide to the surface. So much had happened on these grounds, so many lives changed. And some lives even began here, aided by the capable hands of Magea. Rill purred at the memory. Ah her beautiful Magea. Her arcangel, her partner in crime.
It was Magea's dream, to make this school of magic. A place for people of all kinds to come and learn. A place where hate would die, and peace blossom. And Magea made it happen.
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