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#59 Food So hungry. Mikal despaired. He had run so far from that weird cat that he completely lost track of where he was. Two days now with barely anything to eat. Luckily, he had run into several streams to drink from, too much had happened to worry about weather they were safe or not. Man could he do with a hamburger right now.
"Who's that?" Fifi asked, peering out from behind some bushes.
"Eh, probably just some tourist getting lost again." Birch replied, snorting.
"He looks hungry"
"He can't be too hungry, he just walked past a big patch of raspberries."
#58 Dinner "Mommy, when's dinner gonna be ready?" Frederick whined.
"In five minutes honey," She replied, smiling.
The boy frowned then thought for a minute, "Has it been five minutes yet?" He asked again.
"No," his mother responded, "why don't you go play with your sister?"
"But I don't want to play with my sister," he frowned.
"Sure you do," the woman said gently, "go on, diner will be ready in a moment."
Pouting, the boy went into the living room where his sister was playing. A short time later, their mother came to call them to diner.
"But I'm not hungry!"
#57 Lunch Casey crept toward the pond's edge, intent on capturing one of the frogs perched there. That big green one would do, he liked the pattern that it's spots made.
"Lunchtime!!" Casey's mother called, making him jump, and all the frogs to leap into the water at once. The boy slumped, dejected, he almost got one!
"Now Casey!" She called again.
He sighed and went inside, "What's this?" He muttered sulkily.
"Cucumber sandwiches. Now eat."
"Why do I want that?" he grimaced.
"Because I put bacon in them, and you need to eat something."
"Bacon? Really" Everything was good with bacon.
#56 Breakfast Sevench yawned and stretched carefully, gazing fondly at the beautiful creature beside him. Her mahogany hide gleamed softly in the dim light, her six strong legs wrapped protectively around their kittens. Sev carefully got to his feet and quietly made his way to the cave's entrance.
A beautiful day, he thought, turning his head to the east, and another fine sunrise. I really should wake Daya to see this sometime. Of course, there was some risk of being bitten if he did.
He yawned again as a dragon swooped down to attack him, then idaly swatted it away. Hmm, breakfast.
#55 Spirit "What's that?" Kiyoto breathed, staring raptly at a huge, softly glowing moth. It's wings were mostly silver and white, with patterns of dark blue and pale purple, it waived them gently.
"What? Oh, that's Lunasta, the spirit moth," Kairiko took a few steps back, avoiding the mist of fine powder drifting from the moth's wings.
"Lunasta? The moth has a name?" Kiyoto said blearily, sniffing the air. "What a wonderful..." He trailed off, collapsing to the ground, asleep.
"Well yes," Kairiko told the slumbering form, "It is a spirit animal. I guess I should've warned you about the sleeping powder."
#54 Air "Alright," Tobias said, sighing, "where is this person you wanted me to meet?"
"Up there," Gail grinned, pointing at a small speck in the sky, then waived.
Tobias frowned, but the speck dove, quickly resolving itself into a young boy with huge cloudy gray wings. He soared effortlessly toward them, his fan feathered tail acting as a rudder. The boy landed at a run, and tackled Gail with a big hug. Then he turned curiously to look at her companion.
"Tobias." Gail said, ruffling the boy's "hair", "meet Tempest. Tempest, this is my friend Tobias."
"Er, hi," Tobias mumbled.
#53 Earth Keith relaxed, questing for the patient strength of the ground beneath him, listening for it's song. The earth welcomed him and shared with him it's wizdom. Here, it said, feel how the roots spread within me. How they draw their strength from me. Feel how the water seeps within me. I see much, I remember all.
It showed him where the water had carved caves, and how it decorated them. It took him to where the tension built as plates ground together, and taught him how that energy could be used, and how it could be stored. He learned much.
Shotgun HeartWhy should I trust you?
I barely remembered your face,
when you stole the life I loved.
You claim to love me as,
you tear my heart to pieces.
Every time I open my heart,
You hurt me.
I should be grateful?
You never cared what I wanted.
When I asked for something,
You wouldn't even consider it.
You can't stick me in a cage,
and expect me to sing.
You just want to protect me?
Start with a computer glitch.
That would be nice.
I'm seventeen you idiot!
I can take care of myself.
Make sure you know me,
before you feel fit to judge me.
You've destroyed the last sliver of hope
That I could ever love you.
#52 Fire No. No. No. No. Fire! Kaval Careened around the room in terror, pausing to stare at the smoke seeping in under the heavy door. No. No. Smoke! Fire! Can't get out! He spun again, staring at the room's only other exit; a heavily barred window. He scratched at it in vain.
Not the bars, the wall, his boy whispered sleepily. Kaval hesitated. The wall, where the bar ends, the boy insisted. Kaval whined, redirecting his efforts to the wood around the bolts. Now pry, the boy urged, and the dog tore off the bars. He lunged, the glass shattered.
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