Falling with Angels (1)

1

Nightmares?

Jessica was in a dark room. There was no light, just a void of darkness. But she could feel the floor beneath her feet and the walls and her fingertips. The room was about as big as her bedroom, but by the feel of things it was empty.
No, wait. There was someone else in the room. They were close. Very close. Jessica felt her way around the empty room, her arms stretched out in front of her. After what seemed to be forever, Jessica's fingers landed on something soft. Feathers! Jessica felt around more. The feathers were attached to wings. They must have been black wings. White ones would have glowed, right?
Jessica felt up the wings, they were huge! Maybe about as long as both her arms combined. She was expecting the wings to be attached to some huge animal, but she was wrong. The wings were attached to the bare back of a boy. Jessica felt around over his shoulder and moved her blind self to stand in front of the him. This was the person she had felt in the room earlier. She traced her fingers down his arm down to his hand. It was so cold, but in some odd way, comforting.
A strange realization came over Jessica then. She knew someone that knew who this hand belonged to. But how would she know that? How could she? The hand moved, along with the rest of the boys body. He embraced her, holding her close. Like she was a long lost friend he had just found. His body was cold, but she welcomed his embraced. She felt so safe in his arms. "Come back to me Aciaj. Please come back to me. I miss you so much. So much....." He whispered into her ear softly, sadness thick in his words.
Jessica was confused now, who was Aciaj? Was he talking about her? Jessica did not get the chance to find out as light flooded the room. The boy disappeared in the light as a vampire would. "Wait!" Jessica called after him, but he was gone.

Jessica shot upright in her bed "Wait!" she called again, panting. She looked around, she was on the floor, tangled in the sheets. "Not again...." Jessica mumbled, standing and removing the sheets from her body. This must have been the fifth time she had this dream. Or was it a nightmare? Jessica always woke up in fear after that dream. She could not put her finger on what kind of fear, but fear it was none-the-less. "I should tell Thane. He might have some idea on why I keep having this dream-nightmare-thingy."
Jessica threw the sheets back on her bed and walked into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. "God, I look horrid." she commented on her tangled red-mahogany hair and sleep-deprived green eyes. Her nightshirt was also sticking to her back from the sweat. " I need a shower....." Jessica noted to herself, pulling off her nightshirt and shorts.
After a long hot shower and recount of her nightmare-dream, Jessica pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans. She walked downstairs to the kitchen. She could smell sausage wafting her way. "Morning." Jessica said, walking into the kitchen. Thane turned around. "Well your up early." he said, smiling and pulling a chair out for her. "Care to tell me why your up so soon?" he asked, sitting next to her. Jessica sighed. "Well...." she hesitated. "I had this really odd dream last night." that caught Thane's attention. He was always one to jump in if the topic related to dreams. "Tell me?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
Jessica told Thane what she saw in the dream and told him of the fear she woke up in. She also told him that she had this dream before. "Hrm....." he ran his hands through his golden-blond hair. He opened his mouth to say something when the oven timer beeped. Thane got up and took the sausage out of the oven and served them, hot and sizzling. "Now, back to your dream." he said, cutting himself a bite of sausage. "Balck can be a symbol of darkness or evil, and wings tends to mean an angel when attached to a human being. So I guess black wings means a fallen angel. You said that he embraced you? Like a hug?" Thane questioned. Jessica nodded. "He told me that he wanted me to go back to him, that he missed me. But what was really weird was that he called me Aciaj." she said. Thane dropped his fork. His expression was like that of a person who had just seen the end of the world. "Thane!" Jessica yelped, standing up. Thane held up his hand to show that he was alright. Jessica sat back down. "What did I say?" she asked, scared now. Thane was not the kind of person to do that. He was always bright and happy. An expression like that on his face worried Jessica. Only when things were really bad did he ever even hint had being worried. "Aciaj." Thane said, a odd feeling in his voice that Jessica could not understand. It sounded like a mixture of hate and fear. "Aciaj is......" he sighed, rubbing his temples. "Aciaj is the sister of a previous friend of mine. A friend that did many wrong things." he was holding back his words like he was talking to small child. "Then why did the boy in my dream call me that?" Jessica asked. Aciaj was such a strange name. Like Thane's last name, Anquel. "Because you look like her." Thane said, still his voice was far and distant and filled with that weird emotion.
Jessica and Thane finished their breakfast in silence. Jessica had never seen Thane like this. He seemed to be deep in some horrifying thought. Jessica cleaned up the plates and put them in the dishwasher. She tied on her boots and grabbed her purse. "I'll be at the park!" she called behind her. "Alright!" Thane called back, still broody.
Jessica sat on the swing trying to wrap her head around what Thane had told her. "Aciaj is the sister of an ex-friend of Thane's. That boy in my dream seemed miss me in that way a older brother would miss a younger sibling." she said to herself jumping off the swing and heading towards the path that circled the little park. "So that makes me the sister, the boy my brother and Thane's ex-friend. So Thane was the person I know who knew that boy. If what I just said was correct...." Jessica stated. She walked slowly on the path around the park. Walking help her think. Moving in general helped her think. "But I never had a brother. Just mom, dad, and little Lilly. So where did this boy come from?!" Jessica was getting frustrated. All this was making sense and not making sense at the same time and it was confusing her. What she was thinking was not possible unless she had a older brother that her deceased parents put up for adoption before she was born. But then, wouldn't have Thane known about him and told Jessica?
Jessica shook her head. "I needed something less troubling to start my first week off from school." she grumbled. Jessica went back to the swings. "Maybe this ex-friend really hurt Thane and hearing that a boy called me the ex-friend's sister's name in my dream was unsettling. Yeah, that must be it....." Jessica didn't really feel sure about that statement. But she had to think about something that wasn't confusing. She had enough confusion during the school year.

I need a tablet!!!!!

Whew! This took me two days to complete. Mostly because I had homework and a little brother to block my unending attention to this new project. But now it's finished and you people gt to see it! This is the cover to my newest story, Falling with Angels. I'll type the actual story up (sooner or later) and you guys can get the whole picture.
Feedback is always wanted! <3

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Whew, my goodness, my hand hurts. I sketched, inked, and colored these two pictures on the computer with my mouse. It took quite a long time to make both of them, with many, many mess-ups. It felt so relieving when I finished them, like I just drew, inked, and colored a drawing in the real-world. So take a look at them and tell me how you like them!

(Click on them if you want to view them in their actual sizes)

Oooh, purplez

Well heres my latest photoshop creation!

T'is a picture of me and my new short purple hair, edited to be even MORE purple! Some cool eyes and an awesome background.

Tell me how y'all like it!
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The Duchess of an Icy Fate (1)

Present Day

Let's say it is the year 2010. And let's say that there have been rumors of a killer on the loose. A killer that freezes her victims and in some way that keeps them alive and encased in ice. An unbreakable ice. So eventually the victim dies a slow and cold death by hypothermia.
Rumor around town says that this killer calls herself "Icy Fate", which makes sense. And it is said in the newspaper that she works for some secret origination that is against our current government. But this is all that the public knows. At least until five this afternoon. Everyone is sitting by their computers, radios, and TVs, waiting for the update on this "Icy Fate" killer chick.
The clocks chimes five and the computers, radios, and TVs come to life.

"This is Robert Smith here, reporting on channel three news.
Just in, an update on the mysterious "Icy Fate" killer: Five men, all with government jobs, were found dead this morning in their offices. Each frozen just as all the previous victims of the Icy Fate. On the floor the words "Icy Fate" were written in ice. It is still unknown how the Icy Fate does this. Does she use machinery or is she some kind of monster? And why is she working for this secret organization, and what do they have against the government? Why does this organization remain a mystery? And Why did she let herself be seen? We'll find out, after this break. Robert Smith, channel three news."

Were the words of the TV reporter. Pictures flashed across the screens. People gasped, fainted, and the children's eyes were shielded. A picture from a security camera showed the face of the killer. Her hair was snow-white and was up in two big pony-tails. Her skin was quite pale, almost as white as her hair. But the scariest thing about her was her eyes and the expression on her lips. Her eyes were a sharp icy blue and seemed to glow with malice. And her lips were twisted in an evil smile that could give any person nightmares for months. These images came up on the computer to, with the same video of the reporter. The radios conveyed a similar message, telling the listeners to check online for the pictures.
Panic spread like a disease. Everyone was scared that they might be the next to be killed, even though all evidence showed that the Icy Fate only targeted government employers. The police tried to enforce a calm but it did not work. People ran around screaming, terror in their eyes. Chaos was everywhere. And somewhere deep underground, someone laughed menacingly. A woman. The Icy Fate.

Cheese?

James was a small boy the age of twelve. He lived out in the country, about fifteen miles form the nearest town. He had lost his mother and father to a flood and was now left all alone, with only his cat, Heridain, to keep him company. The flood had destroyed more than half of the food stores, and James was forced to head toward town for food. He tried to tell Heridain to stay, but the stubborn cat refused to listen and followed James out of the house and onto the road.

James found plenty of berries to feed himself on the way to the town, and Heridain had found himself a few mice to snack on. But after the first five miles James began to crave cheese. He didn't know why. He just did. He remembered his father telling him that when a person is on a long trip and has very few things to eat, they start to crave a food that they think would taste good. James came to the conclusion that this craving for cheese was what his father was talking about.

Miles later James fell to the ground, his legs refusing to walk any further. Heridain sat beside him fer a minute and then ran up the road towards a person walking towards James. It was an old man.
"Dear dear. What have we here? What are you doing out in the middle of the road young man?" Asked the elder man.
"Looking for food sir." James said sitting up.
"Well your in luck." Said the man.
"For I've got some food right here." The man took something wrapped in a cloth out of his pocket and gave it to James. James unwrapped it. Inside the cloth was a big slice of cheese.
"Thank you sir!" said James, bitting into the cheese.
"I'm glad you got what you wanted." Said the man.
"Say would you like to come to my house young man?" Asked the man.
"That would be very nice sir." Answered James. And so the Man took James to his house and gave him a new house, a new family, and plenty of cheese.

Surprise! It's love <3

Quill walked down to the palace gardens. She was enraged. She was only thirteen and her parents had already chosen who she would be marrying. He was the prince of a lesser kingdom, and had no right to have her hand in marriage.
"Quill dearest, Prince Conthor is here to see you." Her mother called.
"I'm not coming!" She said stomping her foot. Quill didn't like the idea of her parents choosing who her husband and king would be. She wanted to choose her king. He had to be handsome, strong, wealthy, smart, her list could go on for forever.
"Quill you must come." Her mother protested. Quill sighed, there was nothing she could do. Just say hello and then ignore him. Quill told herself.
Quill's mother showed Quill to the main hall of the castle where this prince Conthor was waiting. Quill didn't even look at him.
"Hello." She said bluntly.
"Good afternoon." He answered her with the same emotionless tone.
"Now how about you two go and take a walk in the garden." Quill's father said. Quill rolled her eyes and walked away.

Years later after many forced dinners and meetings, It was time for the wedding. Quill looked at her reflection in the mirror as the servants fussed over hr dress. It was a light sky-blue, almost white and flowed out around her like water. In her hands she held a single white rose. Her veil was attached to her tiara.
"I'm to young to be married." She whined. Quill was only seventeen. It was usually around this time the king and queen were supposed pick a husband or wife for their child. But nooo, her parents had to be different. The bells tolled.
"Time to go milady." Said one of the servant girls. Quill sighed. No avoiding it Quill. Just get it over with. She thought.
Quill walked out of her dressing room and out into the spring air. On her right, lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses and other high-ranking people of her kingdom sat. On her left were those of Conthor's kingdom. Even after all these years it was still smaller than hers. How could a prince like him live up to Quill's expectations? But she was in for a surprise as she walked up the aisle. Waiting for her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall and elegant with long silky chocolate brown hair that was tied up in a pony. That can't be Conthor! She thought. But as she took her place beside him, reality came over her. This was Conthor, and she had loved him all along. Even though she had ignored him and he had ignored her, she had watched him spar, she had daydreamed about him. Though she had thrown those thoughts and such away because her parents had chosen him and he seemingly wasn't rich enough for her. But now she realized it was because she couldn't accept that such a man would be hers. Conthor seemed to be thinking the same thing, and as the priest said "You may now kiss the bride." Quill had fallen in love with him and they lived together form that day on.

Deep-Swamp School (three)

3. Power unleashed

I walked up to the two huge double oaken doors that lead into the school. The inside of the school was just as amazing as the outside. I was pushed and shoved through the crowd of kids and teenagers into a huge glass-domed hall. In the hall there was rows and rows of chairs, and everybody began sitting down. I found myself a chair in the middle of it all and waited for everything to quite down.

After about ten minutes of everyone situating themselves the hall became quiet. At the front of the hall there was a stage-like platform, raised about five feet off the ground. Standing on it was a very tall and slender woman with long raven black hair. She looked like she was in her late thirties. Behind her there stood five men and five women.
"Welcome to Deep-Swamp School, a school for those with paranormal powers." The raven haired woman spoke, her voice ringing loud and clear throughout the hall.
"For those of you who are new students, I welcome you here and I do hope you enjoy your time here. For those of you who have been here before I welcome you back." She said.
"I am principle Lanita Krane, and these are your teachers." The principle introduced herself and the teachers. One of the teachers produced a long slip of paper and a bowl on a stool.
"When I call your name, please come up and pick a number from the bowl. This number will be the number of your dorm." The principle smiled as she spoke.
"Amy Blake?" She called. A small golden-haired girl with a Goldilocks style hairdo stood up. She was also wearing a sky-blue polo like I was, but instead of shorts she was wearing a mini skirt. She also had high-heeled mary janes, but she was still short. Amy walked up to the stage and walked up some stairs on the side and picked a number out of the bowl.
"Twenty-seven." She said. Her voice sounded like the voice of somebody who always got what they wanted.
"Thank you very much miss Blake. Please sit back down." The principle told her. Amy walked back to her seat and sat down.
"Alexander Blake?" The principle called. A pudgy boy with crew-cut dirty blond hair stood up and walked up onto the stage. His uniform was the same as the mine, except his polo was red and black and he had on plain jeans. He picked a number out of the bowl.
"Forty-two." He said. The principle gestured for him to sit back down and he did.

This went on for about another twenty students.
"Andre Sliverbane?" The principle called. I froze. That was me! Slowly I stood and left my bag on my seat. I walked up to the stage. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I was so nervous, everyone was staring at me! Finally I found myself standing next to the bowl. I reached in and picked out a slip of paper.
"Three." I spoke, sound much more sure of myself than I really was.
"Thank you very much miss Silverbane." The principle told me. Her eyes were a beautiful deep and dark chocolate brown that seemed to glow with some unknown light. I went back to my seat and sat down. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I was the only one so far that had chosen a three.

About twenty minutes went by, along with about sixty other students. I sighed. I was getting restless and wanted to stand up and move around. That bus ride had damn near killed me.
"Thane Pryhes?" The principle called out. The same boy that I had seen earlier on the bus stood up. He was wearing a crimson red and black polo and baggy-ish jeans. He walked up to the bowl and picked out a number. He hesitated before saying what number it was.
"....... Three."
I almost fell out of my seat. He was in my dorm! He walked back down to his seat. As he did so he made eye contact with me. His eyes were red! I looked away. This was just too weird.

Another fifty students picked their dorms. At least no one has gotten the last three... I thought.
"Nicoleus Trueborn?" The principle called. A tall slender boy with extremely white blond hair and glasses stood up. He was wearing the same polo as all the boys and a pair of normal denim jeans. He walked up to the stage and picked a number.
"Three, madame." He said. Again I nearly fell out of my seat. I was paired with two boys, and this was okay!? I sighed and leaned back in my seat. There was nothing I could do about it now.

Twenty more students got called up. I counted one-hundred and fifty in all. Damn, that was a lot of kids.
"Now that you all have picked your dorms, your luggage will be moved to your rooms. Please, explore the ground outside and stay out of the way of the men and women that will be taking your things up to the third floor. And please to enjoy your time here at Deep-Swamp School. A school for those with paranormal powers." The principle said. Everyone stood up and exited the glass-domed hall.

I was sitting on a bench under a weeping willow that was in front of the school. I watched the movers take the suitcases into the school. They looked like little ants. I was completely confused and frazzled. What was I doing here? I didn't have any 'paranormal powers'. Not that I knew of anyways. Did my parents know about this? Did they know something about me and never told me?
"Aye, you!" Someone yelled at me, making me loose my train of thought. I turned around. It was Alexander Blake.
"Whats your power girl?" He demanded. I looked down.
"I don't got one...." I said glumly. He laughed.
"No power? Then what are you doing here? You don't belong here. Your just a stupid little worthless girl." He said harshly. I tried hard to hold back my tears, but Alexander must have seen them.
"Whats this? You a crybaby too?" He asked tauntingly. I felt like hitting him, but I knew that would only get me in trouble.
"Crybaby, crybaby." Alexander said in a sing-song voice.
"Stop." I said looking away.
"No." Alexander said coming around to the front of the bench and waving a hand in my face.
"I'm the one with power here. I tell you what to do." He said. I clenched my fists. My mood had gone from deeply hurt to really pissed off in a matter a seconds.
"I said stop." I told him, I felt as though a fire was burning inside of me.
"Hey! What did I tell you? Huh? I'm the one in charge here!" He said yanking my hair.
"Whats with this purple hair anyways?" He asked tauntingly, pulling down hard. That was the last straw. I exploded with anger. And to my surprise, power as well. I could feel the power that surrounded me in a swirling cloud of purple and black smoke like it was an extension of my body. I looked at Alexander, my eyes burning with hatred.
"I said stop." I repeated, my voice seemed to be laced with poison, even to myself. Alexander tried to back away, but he was to slow. I slapped him as hard as I could with the back of my hand. To my surprise, he flew about fifteen feet and hit his head on the side of an empty bus. The bus nearly tipped over as Alexander fell to the ground, his head bleeding. I stared at him and the huge dent in the bus. I did that? I asked myself, astonished. I felt my power die down and along with is my strength and I fell limp onto the grass. I could hear people shouting, and my world went black.

I was laying on something soft. Where was I? I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a glass dome ceiling that was covered in vines. It was then I noticed someone looking at me. I tried to sit up but pain shot through my body when I tried to move.
"Woah there." A kind voice spoke to me, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Wha-? Where am I? Who are you?" I asked turning my head in the direction of the voice.
"I'm Thane, I'm in your dorm." He said. I looked at him. His red eyes glowed like the embers of a flame.
"Andre." I introduced myself.
"Nice to meet you." Thane said smiling.
"You sure did hit Alexander hard, he's got a huge purple welt on the side of his face were you hit him." Thane chuckled as he spoke.
"Really?" I asked him, not sure weather to feel successful or guilty.
"Oh yeah. Here I'll help you up so you can see." Thane said. He gently help me sit up and then he put some pillows behind me so I had something to lean on. On the bed across from me Alexander lay, his head in a bandage and a huge purple welt that covered most of the right side of his face.
"I did that?" I asked bewildered.
"Yes you did." Another voice answered. I turned to look at the new person. It was the boy with white hair.
"I'm Nicoleus." He said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a amazing! They were like prisms sparkling in the sunlight.
"You find what category she is?" Thane asked Nicoleus.
"Yes. Andre you are in the 'Void' category." He said.
"Void?" I repeated.
"Basically you can control all aspects of black magic. Void is a very powerful ability, but it is also highly unstable and hard to control." Nicoleus told me as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"So what does that mean?" I asked them worriedly.
"That my dear friend," Thane put a hand on my shoulder.
"That means you are a very special person. There hasn't been a Void student here for twenty years." He said winking at me. I smiled. I was staring to like this place.

Deep-Swamp School (two)

2. A new school

The alarm clock went off, blaring in my ear like the smoke detectors. I slammed the snooze button and groggily sat up. It was six thirty a.m. and I was not a morning person. I looked around my room, it had been stripped bare in the past week. I was going to a new school today, and even though I was only fifteen, it's a stay-away school. The thing I was mad about is that my parents have refused to tell me where the hell I'm going. They just keep telling me it's a new school and I'll be staying away, nothing more.
I sighed and got out of bed. My new school uniform was laid out on the floor next to my bed. I pulled on the sky-blue polo and the denim shorts. Went into my bathroom and combed my hair and brushed my teeth. I took my two suitcases downstairs and ran back up to my room to get my passenger bag. My mom had fixed me a breakfast of cheesy scrambled eggs and milk. When i finished eating and had put my dishes in the sink I looked up at the clock.
"Six fifty." I mumbled to myself. Only ten more minutes until the buses got here. I put on my new shiny black mary janes and slung my passenger bag around my shoulder and hauled my suitcases outside onto the front steps.
I must say, ten minutes is a long time when your mad and confused, but finally the buses showed up. There were five of them. Three filled with people, the other two were filled with luggage. I hugged my parents good-bye and walked up to the third bus. A man was waiting there and he asked for my suitcases. I gave them to him and climbed onto the bus. All the seats were taken except the back row. I walked down the crowed aisle and sat in the left window seat. The doors hissed closed and the bus stared moving.

After an hour or two people started to get restless and the chaos started. Someone had produced lots of paper and now wads of crumpled up paper and paper airplanes were being thrown around the bus. I tried to ignore all of the shouting and noise, but it was no use. I took my little red iPod nano and my big headphones out of my passenger bag and tuned the music up loud.

Another two hours, and now we were in the country. There was field after field of cotton and soy beans. My iPod was still well charged, but I didn't want to take any chances. So I put those away and took out my sketch book and a pencil. I wondered how I was going to get a good picture out of this bumpy bus ride but I didn't have anything else to do.
As I drew I noticed someone staring at me. I turned my head to see who it was. There was a boy sitting in the other window seat on the other side of the bus. He looked about sixteen and had long shoulder-length brown hair that had crimson high-light and fire-red tips. Though when I went to looked at him, he looked away. I stared at him for a second or two and then went back to my drawings.

Three hours. I gave up drawing and went back to staring out the window. I had no idea where we were now. It was nothing but what seemed to be dry marshland. The kids in the bus had quieted down. I heard a click as the bus speakers turn on.
"Ten more minutes until y'alls arrival at Deep-Swamp School." The cheery female voice of the bus driver rung out in the bus. Half of the kids in the bus cheered and began talking excitedly amongst themselves. I groaned. Great, this was just great. I was going to a school in the middle of a swamp. How nice.

Ten minutes later the bus pulled up to a stop. I couldn't see the school through the mass of now standing people. The bus speaker clicked back on again.
"Your luggage will be carried to your dorms once they have been picked. I hope y'all have a fun time this year." Spoke the voice of the buss driver. I waited for most of the kids to get off the bus before I got up and walked out myself. AS I stepped out of the bus and looked to where all the kids were heading I froze. I was beautiful! It looked like a giant conservatory building, with all it's glass domes and such.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" A boy spoke from behind me. But when I turned around to see who it was, there was no one there. I turned back to the school.
"Well here goes nothing." I said and walked towards the school.

Deep-Swamp School (one)

1. An introduction

My name is Andre Silverbane. To someone who doesn't know me, I look like an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl... With a head entirely of purple hair (except my bangs, which are brown). But to those who know me, like my friends and family, I am quite different. I go to Deep-Swamp School, a school for those with...... Powers. The best way I can put it is Deep-Swamp is like Hogwarts and Professor Xavier's school for the gifted, except we're not witches or wizards and we're not mutants. We're just different.
Deep-Swamp School is just like it sounds, a school deep in a swamp. But it is a beautiful school. It looks like a huge conservatory-like building. It has beautiful glass domes and vines grow up on it from everywhere. There are three floors. The first floor has the main hall, the dining hall, and the math, science, and history classrooms. The first floor also has the infirmary. The second floor has many different classrooms for the many different powers, the principle's office, and the library. The third and final floor has all the dorms in it, including the principle's and the teachers dorms. Outside behind the school there is a lake that has beautifully carved rocks, stones, and boulders all around it. When people here the word "swamp", they think about a musky, hot, and humid place, but this swamp is actually quite cold (most of the time) and dry.

Deep-Swamp School (oddly enough) is a stay-away school. As in, you don't go home at night (you wouldn't want to, the bus drive is like six or seven hours). The school is like this even though the ages of the kids there go from twelve to eighteen. There are fifty dorms, with three people per dorm. The cool/weird thing is that the teachers don't mind if boys and girls share the same dorm. Nothing has ever happened (that I know of) but at least I can talk with my two best friends all night long.

There are different "categories" that each child fits into. Most people have only one power. For example; My friend, Nicoleus only fits into the "Shifter" category because he is only a shape-shifter. The biggest combination of powers one can have is three. Like my other friend, Thane, fits into the three categories of "Elements", "Telepathy", and "Telekinesis" because he has Pyrokinesis (control over fire), Telepathy, and Telekinesis. Though, on rare occasion someone may have four or five different powers. My category is "Void", I can control all aspects of black magic. I can control darkness, make black holes and voids, I can control the element of Space (a rare element) and many other things.

A typical day at Deep-Swamp starts at 0700 hours (the place runs on military time). Then we have thirty minutes to eat breakfast. At 0730 we all head outside for a P.E.-like wake-up exercise. Then at 0830 we have math. Then science. Then history. And thats all of the "normal" classes we have. Now it's 1100 and we have lunch. After lunch, things start getting interesting. 1200 Hours, everyone goes to the class for their category/categories. The classes shuffle around so that everyone can get to go to all of the classes they need to. Though while everyone goes their classes with the other students, I get privately tutored. Why? My category is "Void", a very highly unstable and rare power that needs constant surveillance (I nearly killed a boy on my first day). Each class is an hour long, and five classes are in session at any one time until 1800 hours. Then we have dinner. After that, we have until 2100 hours (bedtime) to run around the grounds and be free. 2200 Hours and it's lights out. Then we sleep (most of the time) and start the day back up again at 0700.
But on Saturdays and Sundays, we have the whole day off. We can sleep late but breakfast is at 0900 hours, so if we want food we need to get up. Lunch and dinner are at the regular times. Bedtime is at 2200 hours and lights out it at 2400 hours.

The Choice (1)

One:
The Photograph

Patience rolled her eyes.
"I has to be real!" She told her older brother Jake, trying not to yell at him.
"You could've photoshopped it." Jake said, still not accepting what Patience was showing him.
"It's still on my camera!" She wailed. Why couldn't Jake see the evidence and admit that it was real?
"I still think it isn't real." He told her.
"Why is it so, so...." Patience searched for the word.
"So unbelievable?"
"Because you're obsessed with this stuff. I wouldn't put it past you to make something like this up. "
"C'mon. Please for this once believe me?" Patience begged.
"No." Was Jake's answer. He turned around and walked away.
"Fine! Be that way!" She yelled after him. Sighing Patience plopped back down onto the couch. In her hand she held her camera. On it was a picture that she would treasure for the rest of her life. A picture of a real-live Dragon.

Photoshop

I was experimenting with my Adobe photoshop and quotes and this is the result: Live Life.
The quote is something I made up after looking at MANY other "life quotes" on Photobucket. The background was also found on Photobucket and my mother took the picture of me (which I cropped, copied and pasted from it's original image to the background). I'd love any feedback anybody is willing to give :)

Three Kingdoms, One Princess (2)

Chapter One

Mel sat in front of her computer. She had a blank word processing document open. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Mel waited. This shouldn't be so hard. Not for me. She thought to herself. Mel had always had way to much imagination and needed to do something with it. But whenever she sat down to write down her ideas, her mind went completely blank. Then a tid-bit of idea crept into her mind and Mel was quick to type it out.

Three Kingdoms, One Princess

She typed fast, as not to loose the thought. But the moment her fingers touched the keys, all inspiration on the subject left her mind once more. "Aw c'mon." She wined. Mel sighed and saved the document. "When will my mind cooperate with me?" She asked falling onto her bed. Just then an idea came to her mind. Mel grabbed her sketch book and a pencil from the dresser beside her bed and began to draw.
About fifteen minutes later, Mel had a picture of a boy drawn. She drew the boy to look about eighteen. He had long shoulder length black hair. He was wearing an old-fashioned Victorian-style vampire shirt and loose fitting pants with big black boots. Mel had drawn one of his eyes off to the side of the page so she could draw it big and could get all the details in. The boy's eyes were like those of a cats. Feeling happy with herself, Mel picked up her pencil box and sorted through the colors until she found all the colors she wanted. then she began to color the boy's clothes, skin, and eyes. His shirt and pants were an array of dark purples. She colored his skin pale, like that of a porcelain doll. His eyes were a unearthly glowing light blue. "And now for a name..." Mel pondered. "Something that starts with a 'C'..." She mumbled, racking her brain. Then it cam to her "Caranthian." She announced, writing the name down on the page in fancy letters. Mel put her sketch book back on the dresser and lay down on her bed. She looked up to the ceiling, it was painted like a starry night sky with a crescent moon. Mel's eye started to become heavy and she was having a hard time keeping them open. Then she let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep.

Three Kingdoms, One Princess (1)

Prologue

Three women gathered around a glowing basin. One wore a deep purple gown, another wore a emerald gown, and the last wore a golden gown."Rellortnoc evoba, ekat pu hcae fo su dna wotseb ruo rewop nopu eno. Eno taht lliw esoohc eht setaf fo lla eht eerht smodgnik." They spoke all as one. The light form the basin exploded and engulfed the three women in a blue light. The light around each women changed its color to match her gown and then the light receded back into the basin and the three women fell lifeless to the stone floor. Only moments later, three men ran into the cavern. One wore deep purple clothes, another wore emerald clothes and the last wore golden clothes. They all stood there not believing what they saw. The one wearing purple stepped forth. "They have started the prophecy. The One has been chosen." His light blue cat eyes glowing with an unearthly glow.

Warmoring (3)

The Battlefield, DarkRealms and Human land
5:03am
Haythia stabbed a young human boy, no older than eighteen. She looked at the fake courage in his eyes.
"Stupid." She scorned.
"Each time I fight, our enemy's soldiers keep getting younger and younger. And they think it will help. Sehctib." Haythia said withdrawing her blade from his chest. Haythia lunged at another soldier, digging her sword into him, and then lunging at the next. She used her swords like grappling hooks and the men like cavern walls, propelling herself through the mass of humans and demons. As she did this, Haythia looked for the brown hair and cat ears of her Andreas but was unsuccessful in finding him, but she did see Elleron. That was something that Haythia grudgingly respected Elleron for; He fought alongside his people. When Haythia could see the tops of the enemy tents she stopped lunging and killing and snaked through the crowd until she reached the edge of the battlefield. The sent of blood hung around her nose, but she calmed herself. Elleron had told Haythia to deal with this king swiftly and quietly, and so she must. Haythia walked up the the biggest tent. The scent of something extremely sweet replaced the smell of blood and Haythia nearly hurled.
"What is that?" She asked in disgust as she walked closer to the tent. The sweet smell only got stronger as Haythia got closer. Haythia looked through a crack in the tent, just so she knew what she was up against. Inside the tent she saw two guards and a very fat man sitting in a fancy chair eating baked sweets. Well this was going to be easy. Haythia walked around to the front of the tent and walked in. The fat king noticed her standing there and waved a plump hand at her.
"What are you doing here woman? Go back to your house and clean." He said. Haythia chuckled, for she was covered in blood and this fat fool thought that she was one of his people. When the king noticed that Haythia hadn't left he snapped his fingers at the two guards.
"Remove this woman from my tent." He told them, and they moved to take Haythia out. When the guards were close enough Haythia took her two swords and stabbed the guards. When the king noticed that she wasn't kicking and screaming, he finally looked up. Just then Haythia withdrew the swords from the chest's of the guards and they fell limp, dead, and cold to the ground. The smell of intense fear flooded Haythia's nose.
"W-what are y-you doing w-w-woman?!" The king demanded shakily as Haythia approached him.
"How d-d-dare you k-kill the men t-that are of h-h-higher status then y-you?!" He demanded again. Haythia put her blade to his throat.
"What makes you think I'm on your side?" She asked slyly, and before he could say anything more, Haythia cut his head off with one swift stroke. The smells of fear, blood, and the sweet things wafted into Haythia's nose. She looked over at the sweets.
"I wonder..." She said, picking up one of the sweets. Haythia took a small bite and spit is right back out.
"Gross!" She said, throwing the sweet to the ground. Haythia looked around the room for something to wash her mouth out. She found a half empty bottle of wine and took a long swig. When she had washed the taste of sugar from her mouth, Haythia set the wine bottle back on the table and picked up the head of the dead king by the hair and exited the tent. Haythia looked around for a place where she could show that the DarkRelms had won this battle. She found a platform with a horn.
"That works." She said and she walked up the steps to the horn. Haythia took a deep breath and blew into horn. The horn sounded loudly throughout the battlefield. Everybody, human and demon alike, turned in her direction. Haythia raised the king's head high.
"Your king is dead!" She yelled.
"Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms has won! If you value your life, run back to your homes, pack-up, and leave these lands! For they are ours now!" Haythia yelled to the crowd. She knew that not everyone could hear her or see her but the message would spread and soon the battlefield would be empty. Haythia looked at down where the battlefield started and she saw Elleron looking up at her with a smug and content look on his blood splattered face.

Warmoring (2)

The Arena, DarkRealms Castle
4:27am
Haythia dodged another one of Andreas' attacks.
"Your mad." Haythia said as she lunged back at Andreas.
"So are you." Andreas said moving aside just in time to dodge Haythia's attack.
"Damn strait." She said, her anger growing with each passing second. A small sliver of light could be seen on the horizon and Haythia wished that she could be fighting Elleron himself and not for him. Haythia's anger was burning hot.
"When was the the last time you fed?" Andreas asked Haythia as they spared.
"I don't remember. Though I plan to feed off of Elleron when this battle is over." She said, tripping Andreas and holding her sword to his throat.
"Okay you win the spar." Andreas said nervously. Haythia withdrew her blade and turned to face one of the dummies.
"How do you think your going make it?" Andreas asked as he stood and brushed the dust off his tunic.
"What do you mean? I've lasted this long." Haythia spat as she moved from dummy to dummy, leaving a trail of shredded fabric and stuffing cotton in her wake.
"You'll be surrounded by blood. The smell of it will drive you crazy." Andreas told her, walking over to a bench and sitting down. Haythia slashed the head off the last dummy.
"You've taught me to hold back. You've taught me how to channel my hunger into power." Haythia said turning to Andreas. Andreas nodded.
"Yes, I guess I did." He said, looking at Haythia. Haythia walked over and sat beside him. She leaned on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
"Is there any way I can be me again?" Haythia asked Andreas, a sadness in her voice that only Andreas heard.
"No... Once bitten. Always bitten." Andreas told her. Haythia cursed. Elleron was a pure blood-born vampire and had bitten Haythia and made her a "bitten vampire". Ever since then, Haythia had been dark, mean, and lusted for blood and battle. Only very rarely did Haythia seem human. The drums sounded and Haythia once again was overcome with hate.
"I swear when this is over..." Haythia said standing and clenching her fists.
"We'll get through this. C'mon." Andreas said walking out of the arena.

Warmoring (1)

Haythia's bedroom, Darkrealms Castle
4:00am
Haythia could hear the drums beating, but she didn't get up. Every morning for three years the drums would sound through the castle at four and Haythia was forced to get out of her bed and train in the art of war, but for the past week her trainer, Andreas Seset, would wake Haythia up in the kindest of ways. As these thoughts went through Haythia's head, she felt the weight of the bed shift and without opening her eyes she knew the Andreas had come.
"Good morning love." He said gently. Haythia turned to face him. Andreas... Andreas was Haythia's love, trainer, and the right hand of the man Haythia hated most. The moment Haythia first set foot in the castle Andreas and Andreas alone had been kind to her.
"Morning." She said, but as her eyes met his she didn't see the usual calm content look on his face. No, this time a look of worry and concern was all Haythia was greeted with.
"Whats wrong?" Haythia asked. Andreas' sea green cat eyes held no light.
"Elleron..." Andreas paused. A flare of hate shot through Haythia's body.
"Elleron has decided that we go to war today." Andreas finished. Great. Yet another day ruined by the bastard Elleron. Haythia sat upright.
"Now?" she asked.
"He said that we are to be on the battlefield by sunrise."
Haythia cursed under her breath. Elleron. He was the man who brought her here. He was the man who ruined her life. He was the man that was using her. He was the center of all Haythia's hate.
"I'll... I'll be in the arena. Come down your ready." Andreas said getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Haythia could tell the he too was upset at Elleron's last-minute decision. Haythia got out of bed when she heard the door close and headed over to her fighting wardrobe. The dark morning didn't help her mood any.
"War. The idiot." Haythia said walking into her wardrobe looking for the right out-fit. Every "war" that Haythia fought for Elleron only lasted a couple hours, only on rare occasion did the "war" last more than a few days. They were more like really big fights and scrambles. Elleron always won. Sighing harshly Haythia picked out on old out-fit.
"Gods, I haven't worn this in forever." She said looking at her old leather sparing-suit. It consisted of a pair of shorts, a single-sleeved tank top, a right shoulder guard, arm guards, boots, and a belt.
"I wonder if the enchantments still work..." Haythia said to herself. The out-fit as two enchantments on it. One was that no matter how much Haythia grew, it would always fit her. The second was that when the armor was hit a couple times, a protective shield of magic would cover Haythia's body until any one piece of the armor was removed. Haythia took off her pajamas and put on the old sparing-suit. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well at least that enchantment works." Haythia said. She then proceeded over to her weapons closet. As she opened the closet Haythia cursed Elleron.
"Yam I eb eht eno ot llik mih." She whispered in goblin. Haythia looked through the blades in the closet, then she spotted the two she wanted. The weapons were two short swords in the shape of lop-sided diamonds, with smaller side of the diamond near the hilt and there was no hand guards on either of the blades. Haythia held the weapons firmly.
Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms. He stole Haythia from her family when she was fifteen, bit her, and kept her in this god-forsaken castle for three long years.
"When this is over Elleron will finally pay for everything with his life." Haythia assured herself as she left her room.
"Everything."
Haythia had been human once.

The Golden Chair

The Golden Chair
By: Patience Ray Winterton

Your uncle owns a big old barn house out in the woods behind his house. But your uncle has told you never to back there, "Something terrible lives there. Never go back there or you shall never sleep peacefully again." he would warn you. But you never really took his warnings seriously.
One day, your uncle had left the house and you were there all alone. After an hour or two you began to tire of all the old games and piles of junk in your uncles house. You ponder what to do and as you look out the window you see a sliver of red paint. You leave the house out the back door and head toward the old barn.
The walk to the barn was easier than you thought it would be. The path had managed to not get overgrown and you wondered what your uncle was hiding in the old broken down barn. Once you get to the barn you see that the front doors have been broken in and the lock and chains (that you presumed had kept the doors closed) had been melted. You step over a couple broken planks of wood and look into the barn. But you can not see the inside of the barn. It was just a black void. You look behind you. The sun was shining right into barn. Why couldn't you see inside? Curious, you slowly walk into the darkness.
The moment you sunlight left you skin, you could no longer see it was so black. But as you looked around, searching for a light, you saw a small glow in the distance. A kind of foreboding comes over you but you continue to walk towards that little light. As you get closer you a chair. A big armchair made of solid gold. As you stepped closer you saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was a young girl, no older than elven, with chestnut-brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes. Then your legs froze as you saw a boy with long waist-length silver hair and red-purple watercolor eyes walk out from behind the chair. He was wearing a long white trench coat that flowed out behind him, a sky blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen. You watched as he circled the chair with the girl in it. "What is your name?" you heard the boy say in a voice that was as sweet as honey, but it stung like ice. The girl shook her head violently, tears shined on her cheeks. You wanted to go and help her, but you couldn't move. Your legs were frozen stiff and your voice was caught in your throat. the boy continued to circle the chair. "What is your name?" he asked again, there was no emotion in his voice. The girl again refused to answer. This questioning went on for a long time. You didn't really know how much time passed. Then all of a sudden the boy put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked into the girls eyes. "Tell me your name Mahogany!" He yelled at her. Obviously he had cracked. The girl shook her head once more, her lips pursed together. This confused you. The seemed to know her name. Why did he want her to tell him? You watched on, not having any other choice. The boy stood up strait. "You give me no other choice." he said yet again in a voice with no emotion. The girl started to squirm in the chair and more tears fell onto her cheeks. Then the screaming started. They were screams of pain and anguish and you could see that the girl was beginning to bleed from wounds in her arms and legs that you hadn't seen before. "Stop!" the girl screamed. A smug smile came over the boy's face and he nodded. The girl heaved a breath and in between tears she spoke these words: "Ecneitap... My name is Ecneitap..." and then she slumped back down into the chair. A light came out of the girls eyes and into the hands of the boy. He laughed as he closed his hands around the light. A wave of fear and terror overcame your senses as the boy turned his head and his eyes met yours. Just then the feeling came back to your legs and you bolted in the direction you came. "You'll never forget me!" You heard him call after you. "One day your light shall be mine! You just wait little one!" he yelled once more.
You tumbled out of the barn and tripped over a plank. You looked back into the barn and you saw no black void nor did you see the silver-haired boy, only the interior of the barn. With that you ran back to your uncles house. That night, nightmares of what happened haunted your mind and you awoke to find yourself sitting in an armchair. An armchair made of solid gold.


((I think I might have posted a different version of this before, but oh-well.))

From Ink to Skin (4)

Part/Chapter four
DFF Encounter
As we drove I tuned int he seat to face Ecneitap, who was driving.
"So... Um, May I inquire as to what species you are?" I asked hesitantly. I was human, but there were many different kinds of people; Other than humans. Ecneitap took a turn onto a back road that I had failed to notice in the past/
"Oh. I'm three quarters elf, and one quarter troll. Most of my looks come form the elven in my blood and my temper comes from the troll." She said speeding up the car to 76mph.
"Cool. So, how old would that make you? Whoa, wait. Aren't you going a little fast?" I asked freaking out a little. Ecneitap just laughed.
"I'm forty. I'll be forty-one in a few days. And this road has no speed limit. One of the reasons I like it. How old are you?" She asked. I didn't answer at first. She was FORTY?! She looked like she was nineteen or twenty. But then I recovered.
"I'm eighteen. But my birthday isn't for a few more months. I said, still a little taken back on how young Ecneitap looked for her age. Ecneitap slowed down, took a right and drove into the parking lot of the main DFF factory.
"That was fast." I said getting out of the car.
"It usually takes me twenty-five minutes by taxi." Ecneitap stepped out.
"Another reason I like the back roads. It's much faster." Ecneitap shut the car door behind her. The factory loomed over us as we walked towards it.
"It got bigger.." Ecneitap said opening the door for me.
"They all do. Thanks." I said As I walked through the glass door. The inside of the factory was cold and Ecneitap's boots echoed on the metal floor. About every fifteen steps or so there would be a big glass window on either side of the hallway. Ecneitap stopped in front of the fifth window on the left.
"What is it?" I asked looking into the room behind the glass. There was a empty room except for the metal table in the middle. I could just make out a little bit of red on the table.
"This is where Aclen...." She didn't finish. She didn't have to. Ecneitap shook her head.
"C'mon." She said continuing to walk down the hallway. After a few minutes, Ecneitap and I finally found a DFF agent.
"Excuse me sir, but could you please take my friend and I to the Director's office?" I asked. The agent smiled broadly.
"But of course. This way." He said. The way he said this creeped me out a little. But we followed him. After a long walk of left and right turns we came to the Director's office. Ecneitap came in after me. The Director turned in his chiar when we came in. He had been looking at some paper work.
"Ah, Miss Lanita how are you today?" He asked. Acting a little too friendly. Then he noticed Ecneitap.
"Hmm? Who might this be?" He asked again before I could answer his earlier question. Ecneitep stepped up.
"It's just me Mr. Director, Ecneitap Tontret. Don't you remember me?" Ecneitap asked him. I could see the triumph in her face as the Director's face went white.
"M-my, Miss T-Tontret! How nice to s-see you again." He stumbled over the words. I had to restrain myself from laughing. Ecneitap sat down with a smile on her face.

--~oO0Oo~--

After an hour or two we got the Director to accept my resignation.
"Is there anything you would like to take from the vault before you leave?" He asked me. I stood.
"Yes I would. Could you please take us there?" I asked as Ecneitap and the Director also stood.
"Of course. This way." He said and lead us out of his office and to the vault. Once we arrived at the vault the Director opened it for me. Ecneitap was about to follow when the Director addressed her.
"Um, Miss Tontret, would you stay out here with me for a little chat?" He asked.
"Sure." Ecneitap said and winked at me. I listened in on their chat as I looked for my books I had given DFF to look at.
"So what brings you back to DFF Miss Tontret?" I heard the Director say as I found one of my books.
"Oh, nothing really. I'm just here to help Lanita out. She was a little shaky about the whole shabang." Ecneitap said.
"Is that all?" I heard the Director respond with a little resentment in his voice.
"Well.... I thought that if she was going to quit DFF I might as well try to get her to become my apprentice. I am qualified to be a Master Ink Summoner." She said, raising her voice, and seemed to be addressing me more than the Director. The Director didn't say anything. Then I found my other two books and started to walk out when I saw a beautiful quill and ink pot set. I took them and walked out.
"Mr.Director, may I take these with me?" I asked him showing him the quill and the ink pot.
"Yes.. You may." He said and showed us out.

From Ink to Skin (3)

Part/Chapter three
Some Light Shed
Ecneitap And I Talked for hours about DFF and Ink summoning. By the time we stopped to look at the clock it was a little after midnight.
"I think I should go home." I said standing. Ecneitap laughed.
"Yes, and I to bed." She stood and we shook hands.
"So... I'll be seeing to tomorrow then?" Ecneitap asked showing me to the door.
"You bet Ennie." I said as I walked out the door. Ecneitap waved good-bye and I started to walk home. While I walked home I took out Aclen's book and looked at it. Ecneitap had let me take it with me for now. As I looked through the book, I thought over what Ecneitap and I had talked about. She had told me her way of summoning a drawing correctly and told me how to do so in the simplest way she could manage. She also offered to go with me when I decided I wanted to quit working for DFF. So Ecneitap was going to meet me tomorrow morning at the tavern and she was going to drive me there. I was nervous about the whole thing, but Ecneitap assured me it would be fine. I tuned the corner and found myself in front of my simple single story house. I walked up to the door, unlocked it, and went inside. I went to my room, changed into my PJs and went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

--~oO0Oo~--

My alarm clock went off. I slumped out of bed and tuned it off.
"Ugh, nine thirty. Wished we hadn't stayed up so late..." I grumbled as I started my morning routine. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, got dressed, put my book and Aclen's in a bog and headed out the door. About a block from my house there was a little coffee shop and fortunately it was also on the way to the tavern. So I stopped by there and got myself a caffeinated mocha on the way. By the time I reached the tavern the caffeine had kicked in a little and I felt a bit more awake. I took the last sip of my mocha as I entered the tavern. Ecnietap was siting at the table with a mug of some strong smelling coffee.
"Morning darling." She said as I sat beside her.
"Mornin' Ennie." I reached in my bag for Aclen's book.
"How'd you sleep?" She asked.
"Meh, As good as I could have. You?" I gave Aclen's book to her.
"Oh, I slept wonderfully. Thanks." She took the book form me and put in her bag.
"So, you ready?" Ecneitap asked, finishing her coffee.
"I guess..."
"Good. Lets go." Ecneitap took me out to her car and we set off.

From Ink to Skin (2)

Part/Chapter two
Some light shed
I walked into the tavern hall where the meeting had taken place last night. It was five till ten. I looked around, the lighting was better now and I could see the table in the middle of the room. Not to far from it, maybe ten feet, there was a bar. I had wondered where everyone had gotten their drinks. Behind the bar there stood a tall slender figure. She had short pixie cut hair that was an array of browns with some streaks of green here and there. Her ears were slightly pointed and as she turned to face me I saw that her eyes were like molten amber with flecks of turquoise.
"Um, I'm Lanita Krane. Are you Ecneitap Tontret?" I asked, unsure. The woman smiled.
"That'd be me. Nice to meet you miss Krane." She nodded to me. I blushed slightly, I always did when someone called me by my last name.
"Please, just call me Lanita." I said smiling back at her. Ecneitap giggled slightly and poured herself a glass of champagne.
"Then you can call me Ennie. Please sit with me." She picked up a bag by her feet and went over to the table with her drink. I sat beside her. Before I could think of anything to say, much less say something, Ecneitap spoke.
"Now I bet you'd like to know why I snapped at you about DFF last night?" She asked sipping at her champagne.
"Yes please. If you would be so kind." I said.
"Well then make yourself comfortable. This will take a while to tell." She said, her cheery face dimming and she leaned back into her chair. I situated myself and Ecneitap started her story.
company. But getting to the good stuff. I was taking a tour of the main factory when I saw a young boy, 'bout your age, summoning. Back then I was new to it all so I stopped to watch. The man showing me around told me that the drawing the boy was summoning was his own and that the boy's name was "Well, when I was about your age, DFF hired me. Mind you, this was twenty years ago. Back then it was a new-ishAclen. I watched, enchanted as he brought forth a beautiful angel. But just as the drawing was almost taken from the pages of the book, it grabbed hold of Aclen and pulled him back into his own book. I was terrified. DFF told me that it was a mistake, a leftover hex form a previous test. I was gullible back then and believed them. As the men took Aclen's book off the table I saw his name written in an emerald green on the cover. Three years I subjected myself to their experiments, three years Aclen's death hunted me, three years, three wasted years. One day, I was walking down a corridor and I over heard a meeting going on. It was because of what I heard in the meeting that I quit. I over heard them saying that Aclen's death was on purpose, that he didn't live up to DFF's expectations and had to be disposed of. I also heard that they were going to do the same thing to me. So I went to the vault, took all my books and was about to leave when a glint of green caught my eye. It was Aclen's book. I picked it up and went to the first DFF agent I could find and told him That I had quit. With that I left and have never heard form them 'till now." Ecneitap took a breath.
"Thats it." She said looking at me. I muddled over what she had said. Ecneitap let me think in silence, not something everyone did for me. After about five minutes of matching up the facts and such I nodded.
"Your right. DFF might be fake. But how do I know what you said about Aclen is true?" I inquired. Ecneitap smiled and reached into her bag. As I watched she pulled out a slick, almost new looking, book. Ecneitap put the book on the table and I saw that on the cover, in an emerald green, the word "Aclen" was written.
"I thought you might not believe me. So I brought this to back my case." Ecneitap said as she opened the book. On every page intricate drawings had been sketched. The last page with a drawing was in the middle of the book. In the drawing a beautiful angel encircled her wings around a boy with sharp green eyes. The page was splattered with blood.
"That is Aclen." Ecneitap said pointing to the boy.
"This is what DFF wanted to do to me, because I wasn't good enough for them." she said letting me take the book to examine the picture closer. As I looked I saw the boy blink!
"What!? How!?" I exclaimed. But Ecneitap stayed calm.
"He's still alive." Was all that she said.

From Ink to Skin (1)

Part/Chapter one
The Meeting
A book slammed fiercely on the table. Everyone in the dim lit room went silent and looked in the direction of the sound. Just beforehand I had been talking about a company called Drawings For the Future corp., or as they also called them selfs DFF corp. Obviously what I had said about them angered this person at the top of the table. The figure slowly stood, I could tell that it was a tall sender woman, but given the bad lighting, thats all I could see.
"Do you really believe all that crap that they tell you?! Do you really think that you could do that when you can even summon a drawing correctly now?!" The woman hissed at me in a very deep, demanding voice. Even though I could not see here eyes, I could feel them burning into mine.
"Yes I do believe them, why should I not? And, what makes you say that a cannot summon a drawing correctly?" I asked, sounding much braver than I felt. The people around the table turned their heads away from me and looked at the woman in the shadows.
"For why you should not believe them, do they have any real proof that what they say might, or will work? Have they ever had a near-success in the past? And do you, yourself believe that you can bring forth another's drawing?!" She spat the words at me. The woman took a breath and continued.
"And as for my thinking you can't summon correctly, do your summoned drawings do anything? Are they like real, living, breathing people, or are they limp, lifeless dolls? Do they only, every once in a while, have something special about them?" she asked, her voice loser only a fragment of its sting. I took a deep breath and answered her questions. I was also careful not to lower my eyes, I was taught never to lower my eyes to and opponent, be the fight with fists or words.
"No, DFF has not given me any 'proof' that they tried this in the past and did not succeed, they also told me that they are quite new and are just starting to try this out. And yes, my drawings are almost always lifeless, and yes only sometimes do they have something more. But what does any of that have to do with DFF and my trying to bring someone else's drawing into this world?" I spoke, this time my voice was slightly broken, but I did not let that bother me. The woman sighed and sat down.
"Forgive me. I did not mean to burst out so. But, DDF is not a new corporation. They are quite old and they tell lies to get new people to work for them. Here." She threw me a folded up piece of paper. Surprisingly I caught it. Still standing I read the note to myself, not letting a sound escape my lips. This is was it read:

"As I said before, forgive my outburst. My name is Ecneitap Tontret. Yes this is very last minute, and to put it shortly: Would you meet me here, tomorrow night at 10:00pm for a new start? Oh and please don't tell anybody about what this note has said, we don't want anybody bursting in on our own little meeting. Nod if you agree and shake your head if you don't. Hope to talk to you ^.~"

I looked up from the note, nodded, and sat down. I could tell that she was pleased. Many people asked me what was one the note, but I told no one. As people started to leave I caught a glimpse of Ecneitap's book. On the cover, painted in silver, the words "P.leading E.lite A.ngel" were written.
"P.E.A." I whispered to myself. The art that DFF showed me, the art that they wanted me to bring forth, it was all singed with P.E.A. Had she worked for DFF in the past? I guessed that the next night I would learn. So I took my book and left the hall.

From Ink to Skin (Prolougue)

Prologue
This story that I will now tell you, is the story of my years as an Ink Summoner. I shall tell you of the loves, the lies, the battles, and the fights. This story is almost like an account of my life. Please read and keep reading for I have quite a tale to tell.

-Lanita Krane

Co-Op Homwork

The Symbol of Spanish Sailors
By: Patience R. Winterton
Book: The Scarlet Letter, By: Nathaniel Hawthorne

Introduction.
In this essay I will be exploring the reasons why the Spanish sailors are in the Scarlet letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and what they could or could not symbolize. The sailors are introduced at the very end of the story, and never mentioned before hand. Why? This is what I shall talk about.

The Sailors as symbols.
There are many things that have come to my mind on what the Spanish sailors symbolize. They could be a symbol for escape or freedom; both are things Hester and Dimmesdale wanted for so long. They could show a way out, a way from one "sphere" to another, new life. They are also described as different, so different that if a man were to wear what the sailors did he would hide his face in shame "A landsman could hardly have worn this garb and shown his face, and worn and shown them both with such a galliard air..." (21, pg. 280) . This could show that the sailors are, in a way, like Hester. Hawthorne could be using the sailors to show us that Hester was not all alone, that they were other people as different and as strange as herself.

Why are they present in the story?
The Spanish sailors don't even come into the story until chapters 21 The New England Holiday, and 22 The Procession, they are last minute differences to get our minds saying "Why?". Maybe they are not in the story for any reason; maybe Hawthorne could of just been putting something there for us to linger on. They could also be there to give hope to the reader that everything will turn out alright, just like they gave hope to Hester. They could also be there so that Hester had a way out, for in the story, Hester and Pearl did leave with the sailors to someplace new. But, as I have assumed, the sailors are also how Hester returns to her home in the end of the story "Near this latter spot, one afternoon, some children were at play, when they beheld a tall woman, in a gray robe, approach the cottage door." (Conclusion, pg. 313).

Conclusion.
In this essay I have spoke of what the Spanish sailors might mean and why they are in the story of The Scarlet Letter. I have given you many ideas and conclusions, except for one: How would the story be different without the Spanish sailors? How would the story change? I believe that if the sailors had never been put into the story, Pearl would have never become a "woman", Hester would still be burdened with guilt and shame, and Dimmesdale would have died knowing that Hester and his little Pearl had no way of finding freedom. Without the Spanish sailors, the story would end without even a little bit of happily-ever-after. To wrap everything up, I will say that without the sailors, whatever Hawthorne wanted them to be, the story would have stopped at a dead end and not be as interesting and enchanting.

Takananu. First post.

Mahogany was standing on a long narrow path. In the distance there was a door. She couldn't make out what it looked like form here so she walked toward it. She was wearing a long red might gown with spaghetti straps. The dress dragged behind her as she walked. Another add thing was that every time she took a step, a 'click' sound could be heard. As if she were wearing heels, but she was bare foot. As she came closer to the door she could make out more of its features. It was a old oak door, with golden vines entwining it. Then Mahogany stopped walking. She was now in front of the door. the gold vines seem to be alive and growing. She reached her hand out to the silver handle. The shiny metal was cool in her hand. Mahogany turned the handle and opened the door. She could not see what was beyond the door, so she took a deep breath and stepped through the door. At first the invisible floor beneath her held her weight, but then is shattered like glass and Mahogany fell.

Mahogany jolted up right, panting. She hated it when she dreamt that she was falling. She could still feel the ground tugging at her. Mahogany looked around. She was sitting down in a bed, but it was not in her room.
"What the..." She said standing up. But she fell back onto the bed again, her head spinning. It was then she heard the quiet hissing in her head. Mahogany crept slowly over to a mirror on the other side of the small room. She almost screamed. She had red snakes in her hair!
"Holy shiz! What the hell happened to me?!" She yelled, but she kept her voice down. the snakes just looked at her though the mirror. Then she heard a hissing voice in her head again.
"Your a gorgon now. Of course you have us in your hair." It said a-matter-of-factually. Mahogany just went back over to the bed and laid down. This was all to weird.

This *points up* Is the LONGEST post for a RP that I have ever written! I only noticed how long it was when I had finished writing it. This is my first post for a RP that I made called "Lost on Takananu".

Only the silver light the way (2)

Mahogany sat up. Where was she? She was laying in a very fancy bed in a very big room. There was a boy standing not to far away. He looked about seventeen and had waist long silver hair. Mahogany remembered him from somewhere. He turned around.
"Ah, I see your awake..." His voice was kind, but it seemed a little...hesitant.
"Who are you?" Mahogany asked. The boy came closer and sat in a chair next to the bed. His eyes were a beautiful mix of reds and purples.
"My name is Diamen Ninth. Remember me now?" He said looking at her with a very calm expression, but Mahogany could feel that something was bothering him. But she did remember him. That voice in her head last night had told her about him.
"What exactly are you supposed to do with me and who the heck was that voice in my head? She said that you and her were very close." she asked sitting cross legged on the bed.
"Well..." He began.
"Well, I not supposed to do anything with you unless you are in trouble. Right now you have some....Demons on your trial. They want the person in your head. Her name is Qeanin. She is basically your soul. Your subconscious. Ah, how am I possessed to tell you when ordinarily you should already know?" He tuned his head and looked up to the ceiling. Then Mahogany spoke, but it wasn't her voice that escaped her lips.
"Diamen, tell her about letting go. Then she will understand." Mahogany covered her mouth, shocked. Daimen looked at her.
"Okay. Here I go. You see, Qeanin is called a Shaden. She is another being entirely. Until you let her thought meld into yours. The way to do that is to just let go of every fear, doubt, everything and let her wander your mind. Once you let her become one with your mind, you will no longer be in danger. Do you understand? He asked, still sounding unsure of himself.

Only the Silver lights the way (1)

Daimen stood outside her window. Waiting. She should of been ready by now. The front door opens, a tall female figure hesitantly step out into the rain.
"What took you so long?" Daimen asked her. He had been worried, they both were to vulnerable to get caught now.
"I'm sorry. I-I just....." She clenched her teeth.
"She wouldn't let me take over her mind. I had to tell her as much about what is going on as I could. Its still hard for me to keep hold. You need to tell her everything when you can. Everything." Her olive green eyes glowing with a slight tint of violet. Daimen nodded and showed her to the car. She sat down in the back seat and Diamen turned the car on and sped away as fast as he could. She laid down on the back seat and Diamen knew he'd soon be dealing with a very cranky and confused teenage girl my the name of Mahogany Third. Sometimes he wished he was given a different human to guard.

School of Dark Fiends (2)

Twilight, Thane, Emily, and Kitty sat on the stone steps in front of the school. They could see the all of the carts and wagons bringing stuff for the teachers. Dr.Brian was walking with one of the wagons. Emily stood.
"I'll be right back. I want to say hi to Dr.Brian." She said and then she floated off to Dr.Brian's side. They exchanged a few words and then Emily came back giggling.
"He's still having a problem with his arm. He said that the diet that the doctors put him on isn't really working." Emily sat back down with them.
"What'd they put him on?" Kitty asked, her tail flicking back and forth.
"They said he should eat more babies brains. Though, he says that the human babies brains taste funny." Emily said and they all laughed.
"I agree with him. Baby legs taste better." Twilight said and Thane stuck out his tongue.
"I don't eat humans. I like all the other kinds of meat though." He said standing.
"Well, what do we do know? We have at least five hours until school is back." Thane asked smiling.
"We could go back to the fountain garden..." Kitty said also standing up.
"Sounds cool. Lez go." Twilight said, standing and walking back to the fountain garden. Kitty and Thane followed.
"Looks like I have no choice." Emily said and followed them.

School of Dark Feinds (1)

Twilight ran through the forest as fast as a hare. Today was the first day of school and she just couldn't wait to see Emily, Kitty, and Thane again. See was so exited she didn't see the troll until she ran into him.
"Ey, you wach it wolfy!" Said the troll. Twilight looked up rubbing her head. It was Jaken, the infamous troll bully. She stood up strait and brushed her shoulders off.
"Sorry troll. I didn't see you there, you blended in to well. Here let me give you some color." Twilight smurked and then jumped up and scratched his arms and face. Jaken screamed.
"How teh hell did you do tat?! When'd you learn tat cwrap?!" She turned around to where Twilight was standing behind him now.
"Oh, just a little something I learned last year. In the class you failed in." She stuck out her tongue and then continued to run to school. Twilight reached the old fountain garden that Emily, Kitty, Thane and herself used to hangout. It was overgrown with vines and weeds.
"BOO!" yelled a familiar voice behind her. It was Emily Crage the ghost girl. With Emily there was Katerina Kally, the cat girl, and Thane Seventh, the pure blood demon boy. Twilight ran up and hugged each one of them.
"It's sooo good to see y'all again!" Twilight said as the four of them walked up to the school doors.
"It's nice to see my favorite were-wolf again." Thane said picking her up.
"Ah! Thane c'mon out me down." Twilight said laughing. Thane put her down and kissed her on the cheek. Emily and Kitty giggled and Twilight gave them her 'he's my boyfriend' look. They all laughed and walked up to the two huge oak doors that were the entrance to the school.

Goblin (5)

Feather took a deep breath. Creating runes took lots of energy. Symbol returned to the book.
"Now, how do we 'keep' the rune? The magic is weak, there must be some way we can make it stronger..." She scanned the page again. Key walked over another book stand that stood up against the wall. On the front in faded golden letters were these words:
"The book of Royals past - Eht koob fo Slayor tsap"
Key opened the cover. She waited a few seconds to see if this book would flip to some other page, but it didn't. Before Key could read it, Symbol called her over. Key put her daggers on the open book and went back over to Symbol and Feather.
"Key, here it says: The warrior Key, same of the mother Joyen, must leave the castle, find the caster of written and save the king. Key our mother was named Joyen." Symbol looked worriedly at Key. Feather read over the sentences again.
"This means that you need you leave, find a caster or whatever that is and 'become' like our mother. She was a warrior, and you are one to. But how your a warrior I don't know. I thought you'd always end up as a spellcaster or something." Feather gave Key the same look that Symbol gave her. Then Key realized something.
"Feather, your a genius! Spellcaster, caster, I need to find a spellcaster. Quick look, is there any names on there other than Mom's and ours?!" Key ran her finger along the lines of the page, looking for another name, something that fit.
"Here!" She said pointing at a name.
"Thell Lethix. I need to find the caster Thell Lethix....How?" Key's exitement faded. Now what? Symbol put one hand on her hip and the other under her chin, this was her thinking pose.
"Hey, I know a spellcaster of sorts by the name of Thell. He might be the person your looking for. He lives on the outscerts of the city. In a forest cottage, with an old Oracle." Key went back over the books of Royals past. She took up her daggers from it's pages, they were light and seemed to glow with some forgotten magic. Feather put a hand on Key's shoulder.
"I'll get some travel stuff ready. The faster you help papa the faster you both can come home. But I don't know why we have to do all of this fancy stuff. But whatever it is, you'll be alright. Symbol and I will send out runes to Space. She will protect you on your journey." Feathers words were sooting and kind. Symbol nodded and went over to the door.
"C'mon, we've got some packing to do." She said this in a encouraging tone and left the room heading back to their father's chambers. Feather followed Symbol. Key stood there for a moment and looked around her. The rune on the floor glowed with a milky glow. She looked down at her hands, the daggers... They had been her mothers. Key looked back up at the door.
"Come on key!" Her sisters called to her. Key took a deep breath to clear her head, and went back into the hallway leading to her father room. She closed the metal entwined door, quietly behind her.

Golbin (4)

Page 980, just like the note said. Now this page was written in the modern tongue and looked like it had been sewed into the book not to long ago. Key stepped away so that Symbol and Feather could read.
"Look at the weapons on the rack to your left. Touch each one of them until you find the ones that seem to just be meant for you." Symbol read. Key turned around. There it was, a weapons rack with many knifes and other such sharp things on it.
"Wait, heres something else." Symbol said.
"Only the Key should take a blade. " Symbol looked at Key.
"I believe that means only you get a blade Key. Feather and I get something else." Key nodded and went up to the rack. She put a hand on one of the daggers. No connection. She touched almost everyone until she came upon two daggers. They were about as long as her fore arm, the blades curved around the hilt, almost like how a hand guard would. It just only went over on one side. Key took them off the rack and held them in her hands. Feather stood and looked Key up and down.
"They suit you. All you need now is some different attire." she smiled. Symbol shook her head and continued to read the book.
"Now, lets see. Where do Feather and I come in?" Symbol scanned the nest paragraph.
"Here we are. It says: Symbol, Feather. A Rune of such shall protect the castle walls." Symbol looked at Feather.
"It means we need to create a rune that has the signs of a feather and a symbol on it if we are to keep the castle safe." Feather said, she had always been good at that kind of thing. Symbol nodded.
"But we don't have anything to make a rune. What now?" Symbol asked.
"Read the book silly." Key said pointing to the book with one of the daggers.
"Ey, careful with that thing." Feather said. Key sighed.
"Okay, okay. Heres what we do next: To make this rune, take a bit of each ones hair, mix it in with the water in the basin in front of you, then draw the rune of Feathered Symbol on the ground." Symbol read. Feather whined.
"I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hair cut."
"Oh, stop whining. Its just a little bit." Symbol said. She took a small knife off of the rack and cut off a bit of her hair and then Feathers. She put the hair into the basin and mixed it. The water changed into a silvery liquid. Feather stopped messing with her hair and went over the the basin. Feather was best at writing runes. She dipped her finger into the mixture and started to draw on the floor. It took her a few minutes to finish it, but in the end the silver liquid shone brightly on the ground.
"Yam siht enur eb tsac dna evres s'ti esoprup." Feather chanted and the rune glowed. Then the rune burst into light and blinded the three girls for a second. When the glow dimmed the whole floor was covered in the rune.

Learning Goblin (a must read)

Just so my story has a little twist in it I thought I might make up a language, Old Goblin. It's really quite simple, all you need to do is spell the English word backwards. Like such:

English - Hello, I'm P-nut. I love to draw, write, role-play and many other things that include fantasy.

Old Goblin - Olleh, M'i Tun-p. I evol ot ward, etirw, elor-yalp dna ynam rehto sgniht taht edulcni ysatnaf.

You'll be seeing lots of this in my story. So, yeah. Remember it, for I won't be doing many translations! Oh and the words are said how they sound. Just for those might wanna know.

Goblin family tree

I thought I might put up a family tree for my story "Goblin" .
Its nothing big, it doesn't go all the way back. Just the people that are in the story.

The Royal Family Tree (ish)

Goblin King - age: 56
1st daughter, Bella - age: 25
2nd daughter, Flower - age: 23
3rd daughter, Melody - age: 21
4th daughter, Faith - age: 19
5th daughter, Symbol - age: 17
6th daughter, Feather - age: 15
7th daughter, Key - age: 13

Goblin (3)

They just stood there for a minute. Key was so confused, where would this door lead? How would her questions be answered? Shaking off her doubts, Key walked up the door. She put her hand on the cool metal handle. Key pulled the door open, with much ease surprisingly enough. Symbol and Feather followed her down the hallway. The hallway had been light by magic orbs floating in the air above their heads. The path seemed to go up in a spiral.
They came to tend of the passage, another door with metal vines stood in front of them. Key open this one easily to. They all stepped in to the room. It was filled with all sorts of items and knick-knacks. In the center of the room was a very big, very thick book resting on a book stand. Key walked over it as Symbol and Feather looked at all of the weapons and wands.
"Eht koob fo sgnik...." Key read aloud. She closed her eyes, trying to remember how to read and understand old Goblin. Then she remembered.
"The book of kings. Wonder whats in it..." Key opened the front cover, but before she could read what was on it, the pages flipped to the middle of the book. She scanned over the page. It was all written in old Goblin. There was a note on the page.
"Key, if you're reading this it means that I might still be alive. Go to page 980." Key read the note in her head this time. This was even more confusing but she did as the note said. Symbol and Feather came over to watch her.

Goblin (2)

Two hours. Still no sign of the king. Key picked a the grass. What was taking him so long? Symbol was braiding Feather's hair and her other sisters were either pacing or sitting down. A demon would be able to smell the panic and worry in the air, the whole situation was that bad. Just then, a messenger bird flew over the castle walls and landed at Keys feet. Key took the scroll that had been tied to it's back.

"My youngest daughter,
On my way home we were ambushed by humans. As you know, I took only my scribes and one guard with me, so we were easily overthrown. I was able to sneak this letter to before the humans could see. I know what I'm saying next will confuse you, but in time it will make sense. Go to my room, pull that lever I told you never to touch, then go where it leads you. Take only Symbol and Feather with you. None of your other sisters or anybody else in the castle is to know about this. The room in which the lever leads you will answer most of your questions. Instructions will be awaiting you there.

I love you Key,
Father."

Key read the whole thing to herself. Not letting sound escape her lips. When she was done she took the bird and stood up.
"Symbol, Feather, come with me." She said this softly as she didn't want her other sisters to hear. Symbol and Feather looked at each other, stood, and followed Key.
The climb to their fathers room was long. No wonder he wouldn't go up here unless he really needed to. When they finally came to the door, a forbidding feeling came over all of them. After a few seconds of standing there, Key opened the door. The lever was in the upper left and corner of the room. Key went over to it, Symbol and Feather followed hesitantly. Pulling all the courage she could muster, Key reached out and pulled the lever. It was heavy and in need of oil, but she pulled it all the way anyway.
One of the bookcases moved away from the wall and revealed a door with intricate metal vines entwining it.
"Whoa." They all said at once.

Goblin (1)

Key walked through the palace gardens. She was the seventh and youngest born of the royal Goblin family. Her almost white blond hair was up in a fancy bun that her second elder sister had done for her. Her eyes where a sharp and almost alive ice blue. Key might've been the youngest but she was still the tallest out of all of her older sisters.
Key smiled. She had always liked the fact that she was taller, like her mother. Her mother...Her mother had died in the last war against the humans. A brave warrior her mother had been. Now Key and her six sister lived and were taught by her father, The Goblin King. His real name he kept hidden for reasons Key would never understand.
Key leaned down to sniff one of the lunar roses. It's sent was strong and pungent, almost like a good stick of incense. It was amazing how fast the lunar roses grew without the presence of humans. Symbol called out to Key from her bedroom window.
"C'mon Key! A messenger bird came and said that daddy's on his way back and he has a whole wagon load of stuff that the Dragons gave him!"
"Awesome! I'll run to the front gate as fast as I can!" Key yelled back. As Symbol ducked inside Key picked a few lunar roses, a red tulip, and five sour flowers, and than ran to the front gate. She tied up the little bundle of flowers with a green ribbon form her dress as she ran.
When Key got to the front gate all of her sisters were already there waiting for their father to trot through the gate. Key joined Symbol and Feather, her two closest sisters. At first it seemed normal, but when Kay's father didn't arrive after an hour Key began to worry, so did everybody else.