Jazmee27 
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JULIANA VENTRONA
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How do I know what’s right for me to do? Even if I find it, should I given that I live surrounded by Agents of Darkness? Is endangering my life worth it to preserve another?
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Reply #1021. Jun 25 12, 9:02 PM
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Jazmee27
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I’ve found a boy, no older than three or four years, and he’s hurt bad. Blood caked everywhere. Can’t heven see his features clear for the bruising. I want to enfold him in my arms, to see no more harm comes to him. But how can I, when I know that one, or maybe both, of the people I live with are responsible for his battered condition?
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Reply #1022. Jun 25 12, 9:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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FERGUSON [my most recent narrative]
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I was born without the capacity to love, filled with a hate so powerful it earned me the reputation of someone to fear at a young age. It didn’t faze me; rage and hate were all I knew, and if not directed outward I’d just destroy myself.
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Reply #1023. Jun 25 12, 9:04 PM
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Jazmee27
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Through the years, the powerful tide of emotion some call evil has coursed through my veins, invigorating me with every agonized scream of my victims. To me, they’re not victims, for to say so would make them like me, a creature of flesh and blood, borne of this Universe. That they appear human, that they seem to be living, breathing beings, is amazing to me. They’re the enemy here, and I’m merely doing the Universe a favor by eliminating them.
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Reply #1024. Jun 25 12, 9:05 PM
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Jazmee27
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Of course, there are those I haven’t exactly killed, but the fear in their eyes and the Immense suffering I caused them was even better. Such things as them are incapable of existing for very long after having suffered thus. For that reason, it’s no longer important to me that I stifle their cries for all eternity. Hearing their screams, causing them pain, that only serves to intensify my image. I cannot be stopped. If cornered, I will fight for all I’m worth, and show these pittiful beasts who’s boss.
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Reply #1025. Jun 25 12, 9:06 PM
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Jazmee27
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Dear Diary, I'm really mad at myself for this. Somehow, in moving my folders around, one of the stories got deleted. "The Tribunal" was up to seventeen drafts, and I've found from experience that once it's gone I can never get it back. I looked in the Recycle bin, and it's not there :(((((
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Reply #1026. Jun 25 12, 10:19 PM
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Jazmee27
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Yeah, and I woke up with another disturbing dream
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Reply #1027. Jun 26 12, 7:43 AM
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Jazmee27
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MORE LEGEND STORIES
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VEYTAHSRA
The young man felt his connection to reality slipping away. NO, PLEASE, he pleaded silently. But it didn’t do any good. I CAN’T DIE NOW, he thought, NOT WHEN I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!
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Reply #1028. Jun 26 12, 7:46 AM
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Jazmee27
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As if from a great distance, he heard a cold, menacing voice say something, and the fog around his mind cleared somewhat. “Can you hear me,” a voice whispered. Slowly, he nodded. “Good,” the voice purred. “Now, listen close so I don’t have to repeat myself. I do so hate that!” The young man obeyed, not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice. What he heard made no sense, not because it wasn’t possible, but because he couldn’t fathom WHY.
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Reply #1029. Jun 26 12, 7:47 AM
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Jazmee27
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QAHSATRIYU
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The young man gasped for air, clawing at his throat. “That won’t help,” hissed a familiar voice. OF COURSE NOT, he thought as tears of terror and frustration fell like a river from his crystal blue eyes. He’d been hit with one of the most powerful malignant spells, one for which there was no defense. Qasa’Triyu. There really was no good way to translate it. The closest anyone could come to was “slow, painful death,” but Qiryntians and Scenorians already had a word for that, and besides it didn’t even come close to describing the reality. It meant that the skin could be painstakingly flayed off his bones in tiny strips, and he would survive it all, until there was next to nothing left. His heart could stop beating, his lungs could cease to draw air, and still he would persist, in tremendous pain yet conscious. His organs could be fed to a machine that “processed” them, and still his life would just hang there, for as long as his tormentors wished in all likelihood. Only when the spell had been repeated would the young man actually be allowed to die. AND WHY, he wondered bitterly, WOULD THEY DO THAT WHEN THEY COULD PROLONG MY LIFE VIA MAGICAL MEANS IN ORDER TO OBTAIN THE MAXIMUM SUFFERING POSSIBLE?
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Reply #1030. Jun 26 12, 7:49 AM
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Jazmee27
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MAHQEVAHRA
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In Qiryntian, there is a certain word that when translated loosely indicates that something or someone has been turned into a sculpture made of ice. Not many beings are powerful enough to create such a piece of art. So far as I know, the only ones who can are evil fairies. One is, in fact, the Lord of the Dark Fey. His name is Qydra but, among his enemies, is referred to as Qiysonavidahro, hich translates to “the terror.”
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Reply #1031. Jun 26 12, 7:50 AM
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Jazmee27
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The other Power strong enough to create a sheet of ice from something clearly not frozen is Ayvari Ordevahran, a boy the Forces of Light once hoped would join their ranks. At first, it looked promising—and then, certain information began to come out, stuff that made out he was bad from the start. Most disturbing of the intelligence gathered was that this Ayvari was wprking exclusively with Qydra to undermine the Light’s efforts to fight. Specifically, he had honed in on his older cousins, even managing somehow to garner their trust, in order to wipe them once and for all from the Universe.
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Reply #1032. Jun 26 12, 7:51 AM
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Jazmee27
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QAMORNYX THREAD 1
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The demon finished binding up his victim and stepped back. “These threads are stronger than they look,” he explained conversationally, “responding to the slightest movement. Move one muscle, and the qamornyx strands will pull taut, cutting off circulation instantaneously.” He paused, leant forward and spoke in a stage whisper, “Lie completely still, and you’ll just delay the inevitable. Over time, your bonds will stiffen slightly, and then your organs will feel as if they’re being pressure squeezed. Oh, and let’s not forget you’ll be without food for the duration.” He smiled nastily, then left quickly, his loud footsteps reverberating through the empty corridor.
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Reply #1033. Jun 26 12, 7:52 AM
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Jazmee27
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The young man closed his eyes, utterly drained. He’d read somewhere this was the primary effect of qamornyx, a pervasive exhaustion that slowly stole away everything he held dear. He tried to hold on to his memories, but they disipated like water droplets after a storm. All he could do was lie still and listen to the sound of his own breathing. He’d never realized before now how loud that could be. Maybe he was confusing his breath with his heartbeat. He didn’t know nor care. Nothing mattered.
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Reply #1034. Jun 26 12, 7:53 AM
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Jazmee27
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QAMORNYX THREAD 2
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The individual strands wrapped themselves around the young man like tentacles, making him cough violently. For a second he fought a surge of unreasoning panic, then stopped struggling as it occurred to him, yet again, that he was only making matters worse. He made himself limp, then, the only sound in the room his frantic breathing. He must escape this situation somehow. JUST DON’T MOVE, he told himself. His bonds, assured their prisoner wasn’t going an ywhere, slackened their grip. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes. It all looked so helpless. PROTECTOR HELP ME, a small part of him muttered.
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Reply #1035. Jun 26 12, 7:54 AM
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Jazmee27
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QAMORNYX THREAD 3
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The door slammed, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The young man was bound securely to a metal chair, the ropes cutting into his sensitive flesh. DON’T PANIC OR YOU MAKE THINGS WORSE, he thought, but he couldn’t help himself, even though he knew his thrashing would only cause the bindings to tighten. Sure enough, the individual strands pulled taut, rapidly cutting off circulation to. He coughed violently, his battle for survival becoming more intense. All of a sudden he stopped, unable to breathe, and slumped back against the metal. The spark of life left his crystalline blue eyes like water draining from a broken pipe.
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Reply #1036. Jun 26 12, 7:55 AM
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Jazmee27
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Sometime later, the demon opened the door and stuck its head in. “That took considerably less time than I thought it would,” it said, crossing the room and fingering the young man’s cold flesh. “Qamornyx, qetravi” the demon commanded in a loud, gleeful voice, and the strands tying the young man down fell away. As its victim fell forward, the demon slid its arms under his limp form and lifted him easily. “So sad,” it murmured mockingly, “that one so young should have life snatched from him.” A chuckle bubbled up from its throat, and it threw back its head, but only for a second. Then its face became somber, determined. “Your friends will never find you,” it whispered in its victim’s ear.
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Reply #1037. Jun 26 12, 7:56 AM
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Jazmee27
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The machinery roared to life at the flip of a switch, snapping the young man up in its jaws. The demon flipped another switch and stepped back, watching the display as his cousin’s body was chewed up fine and sbwallowed into the belly of the beast. “So long, Ontario,”it mocked, head tilted back and eyes dancing with mirth. “So much for your Prophecy and your Protector.”
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Reply #1038. Jun 26 12, 7:57 AM
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Jazmee27
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I WROTE VELAHQUESAHNI YESTERDAY
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The nine-year-old attempted vainly to squirm out of his younger cousin’s grip, his crystalline blue eyes wide with fear. NO, he thought frantically as the younger boy dragged him in the direction of the water. “Qodiehnto,” a cold voice hissed, and his body went limp, his muscles unable to defy the unspoken command. He lay there, completely hopeless, trying to keep his mind utterly blank, knowing it was as hopeless as struggling to be free of the other boy’s vicelike grip. HE USED MY GIVEN NAME repeated itself over and over in his terror-laden mind. HOW DID HE KNOW THAT? Irrelevant, he knew, as the answer wouldn’t help him escape this perilous situation.
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Reply #1039. Jun 26 12, 7:58 AM
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Jazmee27
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The seven-year-old grinned down at his older cousin, the fingers of his right hand letting go their pressure as the left arm coiled around the nine-year-old like a serpent. The older boy stared at him with those beautiful blue eyes, so clouded with past and present fear. “Almost over, Qodi,” Qydra murmured, chuckling as his cousin’s body jerked at the second use of his name. Again, the younger boy tugged his victim in the direction of the water. AS CLEAR AS THOSE EYES, he thought smugly.
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Reply #1040. Jun 26 12, 7:58 AM
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