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THE ACCIDENT 4
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It’s kind of unclear what fate befell the little guy. What the facts are, none can say. Lots of rumors flying around. Hard for those who are meant to separate truth from nontruth.
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Reply #1141. Jun 26 12, 12:59 PM
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Jazmee27
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The young man’s still in a coma after two weeks, so we can’t ask him. Startling blue eyes used to picking up on stuff. Guaranteed to tell us if he could. Oh, to find a mind reader! Then again, suspect those who claim to be are just crazy in the head. No such thing as magic. It’s just counter to reality, to logic.
So, barring some miracle, we’re left to wonder about the accident. What caused him to fall from a great height? Maybe we’ll never know.
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Reply #1142. Jun 26 12, 12:59 PM
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Jazmee27
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NOTE THAT ALL THESE STORIES FROM THE PROTECTOR LEGENDS ARE THOSE VERSIONS I'M DISCARDING. I STIL CAN'T SEEM TO GET ANY OF THEM RIGHT.
HAVING GOTTEN THAT OFF MY CHEST, HERE'S THE FIFTH DRAFT OF "THE ACCIDENT"
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Reply #1143. Jun 26 12, 1:02 PM
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Jazmee27
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The young man’s shoulders shook with silent sobs as he took in the scene before him. Unable to hold himself up, he had fallen to his knees beside the prone figure in the doorway just moments before. “Speak to me,” he begged his twin brother. No answer.
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Reply #1144. Jun 26 12, 1:02 PM
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Jazmee27
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His name was Alonso Gonzales and, likeOntario, he had crystalline blue eyes. At the moment, they were scrunched closed as if insome internal agony. Other than a small pool of blood emanating from where he’dcracked his head on the stone floor, there were no external injuries to suggest what had happened to him.
A gentle hand touched Ontario’s shoulder, and he looked up. “I know it looks bad,”his good friend, Anja Godunov, murmured, “but with the proper Restorative Magics—“
“You know as well as I,” he responded tersely, “that without knowing a cause we can do nothing.”
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Reply #1145. Jun 26 12, 1:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE ENCOUNTER
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The Skyltahra Galaxy consists of two primary criminal organizations, one based in the Kingdom of Scenoria and another on the planet Qirynse. Both Cehrvanakavreyda and Qatavvoreya Univahris have agents placed throughout the Universe, and it’s an accepted fact that every crime can be traced to either of the criminal elements.
Some of the demons who are members of either of the Dark organizations are easy enouh to deal with, while others are far more difficult. Increasingly, the Forces of Light are finding that the Enemy are discovering new and varied ways to cover Their tracks. Put another way, They keep worming Their way into places reserved for Protectors, such as the School for Gifted Pupils. This has necessitated an extensive file be compiled on each Dark One, with successive updates as more intelligence about each demon comes to light.
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Reply #1146. Jun 26 12, 1:05 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE EXPLOSION
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He was unused to driving. In fact, the only reason he did so was as a favor to his wife and son. “He’s staying at a friend’s house, and said to remind you to drive as Mahmoud’s parents were suspicious of all things magical. He remembered wondering about that, but Lorenzo Gonzales pushed the questions away and decided to honor his son’s request, strange though it seemed. In the end, it was the last decision he ever made about anything.
His car was a small one, the color one of those that looks different depending which way you’re looking. No one could quite determine what shade the vehicle was, but were quite fond of arguing over it. Of course, such a detail wasn’t really important, not like the fact that it only had two doors and was so small almost anyone in it had to scrunch into as tiny a form as possible to squeeze inside. It was the kind of car that leaves everyone wondering why it was created, as it certainly wasn’t designed with comfort of any kind in mind. Still, it was the only thing that Lorenzo could afford, being made of less money than the poorest chap around.
It was later wondered how Silviqa Hawthorne convinced him to buy such a piece of junk in the first place. Couldn’t he, being a wizard, have conjured something more practical out of the air? Couldn’t he, being well versed in the use of magic, have made it look ordinary enough to fool the least magically inclined or suspicious person?
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Reply #1147. Jun 26 12, 1:06 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE EXORCISM 1
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Expelling a demon, like destroying a vampire, is a tricky business. You’ve got to know what works, and what doesn’t. You have to be prepared to use every resource, including the one most repulsive to you. But, in order to do anything, you need to know which demon you’re dealing with.
The Forces of Light are learning more and more about demonic possession all the time. It used to be the only thing we knew concerned the “totals,” or, put another way, those enslaved by the demon so completely as to show physical signs. Now we know there are “Partials,” and not just one type either.
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Reply #1148. Jun 26 12, 1:08 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE EXORCISM 2
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The young man’s blue eyes were clear of any corrupting force as he attempted to staunch the flow of blood from his left arm. “I should have known,” he muttered to himself, stifling a gasp. He’d been cursing himself inwardly since realizing his mistake moments before. Not that it mattered.
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Reply #1149. Jun 26 12, 1:09 PM
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Jazmee27
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TSOTREYVO AND SKULLFACE
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Demons can be hard to describe, and such was the case with the ones called Skullface and Santiago. Nobody knew their true names, or where they came from originally. ‘They were just suddenly there, in the kingdom of torture itself, giving lessons on perfecting the methods of causing and administering pain. They were always seen together, as if one were an extension of the other and not a separate entity. They even, some said, spoke with one voice, though I could never prove this. I simply observed them at a distance.
That is to say, I did until THE COLDEST YEAR ON RECORD. At the time, I was attempting to understand how it was that everything was freezing at such an alarming rate. My conclusion, strange as it may seem, was that Skullface, or Santiago, or both, somehow MADE the problem.
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Reply #1150. Jun 26 12, 1:10 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE STORM
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The walls shook as another peal of thunder sounded. “It’s the worst one we’ve had,” Anja Godunov observed. The two young men and young woman with her nodded silently, all asking the same question in their heads: where was Brendyn Gonzales?
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Reply #1151. Jun 26 12, 1:12 PM
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Jazmee27
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TURNS OUT, I WAS WRONG YESTERDAY. HAD RENAMED "THE TRIBUNAL" TO "UNIVERSAL ASSEMBLY." JUST CHANGED IT BACK.
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Reply #1152. Jun 26 12, 1:14 PM
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Jazmee27
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TURNS OUT, I WAS WRONG YESTERDAY. HAD RENAMED "THE TRIBUNAL" TO "UNIVERSAL ASSEMBLY." JUST CHANGED IT BACK.
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Reply #1153. Jun 26 12, 1:14 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE WOODLAND
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The woods were silent save for the loud breathing of the two young mehn as they made their way through it. The trees were huge, and various plants grew on either side of the path. After a time, one of the boys spoke in a tense whisper. “What are we looking for?”
“The training area,” the other answered, his crystal blue eyes scanning the ground for the smallest sign they were close. “Step carefully, we’re getting to the part where it’s uneven.”
“Why do we have to work so far from the others,” the first boy asked, glancing around fearfully. “This spot’s so secluded, anyone could sneak up behind us and—“
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Reply #1154. Jun 26 12, 1:16 PM
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Jazmee27
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Suddenly, the second boy stopped walking and grabbed his identical twin’s arm. “Did you hear that,” he hissed.
“No, I—“ the other began before his eyes widened with terror. “I told you we should have stayed close to the School,” he hissed.
“How were we supposed to concentrate with so many people around,” his brother shot back.
“We’d have figured it out,” the first boy snapped, unaware that his voice had risen until his brother cried out and grabbed his arm. “Sorry,” he muttered, scanning the thick vegetation for a glimpse of the presence he felt somewhere close.
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Reply #1155. Jun 26 12, 1:17 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE END OF THE ROAD 1
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He was just a skinny nine-year-old who was just a bit short for his age. His penetrating blue eyes, so much like crystal, were his best feature. And though he lived at a place called the School for Gifted Youngsters, his Powers had yet to come in.
Much as he tried not to be, he was jealous of his identical twin. Ontario was just a bit taller, and had magic already. Alonso couldn’t help feeling this was a bit unfair.
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Reply #1156. Jun 26 12, 1:19 PM
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Jazmee27
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Then came the night that changed everything, when the absence of magic was *completely unfair. Well, technically he wasn’t *without magic; even those without other Powers have the Gift of Telepathy. But sometimes, even that fails to work right, and one finds oneself in a hopeless situation.
The day in question was overcast, one of those where the sun tries desperately to peek through the clouds. It’s the kind of day where the sun triumphs once or twice, but then the clouds overshadow and obcure it from vision. It’s also that kind of day where it *looks like rain, but not a drop falls from the sky—that is, until it does, and then it’s a torrent of water shooting down from on high like a divine judgment.
The day was one of those relatively quiet, boring ones. The students drifted from class to class, fake grins plastered on their young faces. Then it’s off to the cafeteria for nourishment, and on to the dormitories.
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Reply #1157. Jun 26 12, 1:20 PM
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Jazmee27
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The dorms at the School are divided into tiny little individual rooms. Oh, there are some doubles—those rooms where one student will sleep with one or two other students—but that stems from the old School, and the new arrivals insist on separate rooms.
Sometime back, Alonso requested a room as far from either of his brothers as he could be; and, aiming to please, he was given one at the end of the dorm, right next to the outside door. No one considered that what happened that night actually could; after all, the Protections were to prevent those with evil intentions from entering the building.
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Reply #1158. Jun 26 12, 1:21 PM
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Jazmee27
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On that most cloudy of days, however, the unthinkable happened. Two tall, strong boys entered the side door by Alonso’s room, taking the nine-year-old by surprise. Before he could even think to ask one of the millions of questions on his mind, he’d been knocked flat on his face and was receiving the beating of his life. First his face was smashed in and his feet stomped on until all the bones shattered. They then tore at his clothes, using their nails and every resource available to him to tear open his chest and midsection. Then he was turned over, and his back reduced to ribbons. One of the boys possessed more magic than the other, and gouged out the 9-year-old’s eyes with his malevolent power. He also squeezed each of Alonso’s limbs until they broke. Somehow, through most of that, he remained stubbornly conscious; after his cries of confusion and pain had died away, at long last, his attackers hauled his unconscious form through the door and stuffed it into the backseat of a shiny, black car the younger of the two boys had received from his birthday.
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YES, I SEE THE TYPO; PLEASE, DON'T LET IT RUIN THE STORY LINE [I include these as an indication of how my writing is changing, and to point out any similarities]
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Reply #1159. Jun 26 12, 1:25 PM
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Jazmee27
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The older, and taller, of the two was named Lachlainn Ferguson. He had a nasal voice and cold, slitlike eyes that seemed to look straight through whomever—or whatever—he was looking at. He’d just celebrated his sixteenth birthday the day before, and most people who knew him called him the Enforcer. Nobody wanted to cross that particular sack of muscles and fury.
Lachlainn’s companion was eleven-year-old Fergus. It was his vehicle in which the inert body of Alonso Gonzales had been inserted with bone-jarring force.
As Lachlainn jumped behind the wheel, he turned to his younger brother. “If he wakes, you deal with him.” Fergus’s response, to the effect of, “it won’t happen,” was very much unappreciated. “Must you constantly talk back to me,” Lachlainn roared. “Can’t you just do as you’re t old?”
As often happens when someone raises his or her voice, Fergus ignored his brother. He couldn’t avoid *hearing Lachlainn’s words, but he disregarded the instruction because he didn’t consider it necessary. After all, Alonso’s beating had been quite thorough, leaving the nine-year-old’s insides exposed to all the dust and other pollutants around him. There was no way, the 11-year-old reasoned, that he could possibly survive his injuries.
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Reply #1160. Jun 26 12, 1:26 PM
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