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TargetSweat dripped from the brow of the old scientist. He stood, pale faced, in front of the blank teleprompter. Reporters swarmed around the wooden podium, eager to tear him apart with scissor-like-questioning.
Only yesterday, his colleagues had finished their secretive research. Unlike his fellow members of the science community, he was the whistle blower. Now, the nation watched him on television.
Opening his mouth, the scientist prepared to speak.
My friends- he quivered.
A bang caused an eruption of panic. Color faded from the room as the scientist realized that he had been shot. The Mail-men had gotten him first.
A New HopeAerie sat with his back to the hard black stone of his cell. A beam light streamed through a barred window above.
Pain struck his heart like an iron fist to his chest. The strike left him breathless, heartbroken. Aeries life seemed like a Shakespeare play, hard to understand and the purpose hidden. Such grand design was hard for his natural eyes to see.
A sharp cry caught his ear. Above, Aerie saw a familiar falcon perched upon the window sill. A new hope crossed Aerie's spirit as his fathers bird flew down and dropped a key in his lap.
Fawns and CherriesFawns and Cherries
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young maiden, who had hair the color of sunbeams and eyes the color of gleaming emeralds dancing through a woodland glade, singing a soft song. She found herself within the realm of the fawn's tree keep. The tree keep rose above and around the glade. Reaching around with its branches, the tree kept everything but the fawns out. But through her dancing, the young maiden had somehow found a way through the branches of the tree. The fawns jumped to their feet in alarm and to her surprise they began to dance around her, playing their strange instruments and then she began to dance to their music. No one but other fawns had the little creatures seen. No one else had ever dances to the sounds of their instruments, such a strange thing. It was so strange, though, that it affected the girls dancing and she jumped into modern ballet. She danced and she danced, w
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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