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Ginger's converse
high tops squeaked on the steps as she pushed her way onto the crowded
city bus. Flashing her school ID card, she edged to the back of the bus
and settled into an empty seat. Sliding her script out of her backpack,
Ginger began to study the first act's lines. She knew hers well enough,
but remembering her cues from the other actor's lines was half the
battle.</div>
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"Is this seat taken?" a voice broke through her
thoughts. Looking up with a start, Ginger's eyes traveled up from red
high heels to a spotless white and black dress with a skinny red belt to
a black blazer and a black and white scarf and red purse to messy brown
curls paired with perfect pale skin and questioning hazel eyes.</div>
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"I said, is this seat taken?" her voice, buttery smooth with a tinge haughtiness asked again.</div>
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"Uhh... sure, I mean no, the seat isn't taken," Ginger stuttered,
tugging her backpack off the seat and plopping it onto the scuffed floor
at her feet. Several books, pens and her cell phone tumbled out of her
bag as she tugged at the zipper. "Sorry."</div>
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"It's fine," the girl slid into the seat and placed her leather purse neatly onto the floor in front of her.<br />
After
brushing a few bits of lint off of her dress, she turned to smile at
Ginger. "I'm Cambria," she explained, offering her perfectly manicured
hand.</div>
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"Ginger," the flustered teen put in,
self-consciously tucking her unruly wavy brown hair behind an ear with
one hand and grasping Cambria's outstretched hand with the other,
adjusting her grasp to avoid the several rings that decorated the other
girl's hand. </div>
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"Are you an actress?" Cambria questioned, dropping Ginger's hand and indicating her script with a sweep of her slender hand.</div>
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Ginger shrugged. "Sort of, I just got Liesl in my school's play <i>"The Sound of Music"</i>. But I've never been in a professional play before, though I would love to!"</div>
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Cambria was smiling and nodding as she listened intently, but Ginger
had failed to notice the tiny flesh-toned earpiece nestled in her
seatmate's ear. Ginger had also failed to notice the scruffy young man
reading a newspaper across aisle and a few rows back, and the fact that
he hadn't turned a page on his paper in the last three minutes. But
Cambria did. Even though she looked like a pretty, style-conscious
twenty-something who wouldn't hurt a fly, she knew at least three types
of martial arts, could shoot almost every type of gun and could do all
of that in high heels.</div>
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Cambria was in fact the eldest
daughter of Lila and Quentin Norris, and elder sister of Briella Norris.
She usually didn't do missions like this for her parents, but it was so
simple that she'd taken it if only for something to do.</div>
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"That man sitting behind you several rows back is Watchmen agent Daniel
Shakes," Cambria's handler informed her over the earpiece. Lifting her
smartphone as if to take a selfie, Cambria poised it to get a good look
at the Watchmen agent. He still held the newspaper, but was staring
intently at the back of Ginger's head. It didn't look like he'd even
noticed herself.<br />
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Watchmen Agent Daniel G. Shakes glanced casually down at the newspaper
that he was supposed to be reading. The girl he was tailing hadn't done
anything interesting for two weeks. Ever since InterTech had started
putting out its feelers for her brother Simon Hollens, the Watchmen
started keeping an eye on all of the Hollens siblings. Unfortunately,
because of a shortage of recruits, Daniel and his brother Victor (who
were Watchmen partners) were tailing both Hollens women, which wasn't
really the most desirable situation. There should have been a team for
each person, but there just wasn't enough manpower. </div>
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A
pretty brunette settled herself next to Ginger and the two shook hands.
Daniel could have sworn that he recognized her, and scrolled quickly
through a list of all the female agents that InterTech employed, but
none looked like her. He cursed the bad luck of not having his
computer-geek brother here run her on the Watchmen database, but this
was the best he could do.</div>
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<i> </i>Lifting
her phone again, Cambria tapped at an app on her phone, and the tiny
explosive that she'd stuck on one of the tires earlier blew. It was so
tiny that all it did was blow the tire, which made a loud popping sound.
The bus sighed to a stop as the driver slammed on the brakes, and all
the people leaped to their feet and started pushing and shoving their
way out of the bus.</div>
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Ginger had jumped a foot when the
tire blew, and she still looked shaken, but her eyelids were drooping
and she was starting to look dazed. "Let me help you," Cambria grasped
her by the arm and pulled her to her feet, and started leading her out
of the bus.<br />
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Behind her, Daniel
abandoned his newspaper and pushed through the remaining busees to
follow his charge. Stopping on the bus steps to get a good view over the
multitude of heads, Daniel spotted Cambria pulling Ginger through the
crowd, in the direction of a parking garage on the right. Turning to
look over her shoulder, Cambria's eyes met Daniel's, and with a jolt, he
recognized her as the daughter of InterTech's heads, Cambria Norris.</div>
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Snatching his phone from his pocket, Daniel hurriedly shoved through
the crowd after Cambria and Ginger as he dialed. "This is Agent D.G.S.
requesting immediate backup, we have a supervised civilian about to be
kidnapped. Ginger Hollens by Cambria Norris," he practically yelled into
the phone.</div>
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"D.G.S. backup is on the way, but it may be
a while. There's a traffic jam and it's morning rush hour," the agent
on the other line reported.</div>
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Daniel shoved the phone
back into his pocket with chagrin, but he managed to negotiate his was
out of the crowd and into the stillness of the parking garage. There was
a sign in the front that read "full", and as he snuck between them, he
listened for any noise that could give away where the two girls were. <br />
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Ginger glanced around confusedly at the grey walls of the parking garage. "Where are we?" she murmured sleepily.</div>
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"Almost there," Cambria assured her, glancing behind them to make sure
that the Watchmen agent wasn't too close behind. She led Ginger over to a
large black van and slid open the door, "Here you go, Ginger." Ginger
suddenly went limp and Cambria had to catch her as she slid towards the
floor. That sleeping drug that she had used her ring to prick Ginger
with was quite strong. A tall InterTech agent helped Cambria lift her target into the black van.</div>
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"I'll be right back," Cambria whispered. "I'll have another one for you to secure back here."<br />
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A
sudden kick to Daniel's back made up his mind to at least where one of
them was, and he peeled himself off of the ground to face Cambria. She
was still wearing those red high heels, but that didn't seem to sway her
at all. She aimed a kick at his face, which he blocked with his arm.
Unfortunately for him, she used that arm as a step stool and had her
legs wrapped around his neck Black Widow-style in three seconds. Then
with sudden a jerk, she used her body weight to slam him into the side
of a car, knocking him out easily.</div>
Releasing the inert
form from her hold, Cambria stood up, brushed her dress off and patted
her hair. The InterTech agent dragged Daniel into the van and secured
him as she climbed into one of the passenger's seats, and nodded at the
driver. The driver nodded back and pulled quickly out of the parking
garage, and onto the road. About five minutes later, several black SUVs
roared passed, and Cambria smiled contently. The Watchmen wouldn't be
able to get them this time. Not this time.<br />
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Hi guys. It's been a looooonnngggg time since either of us posted. But I'm back! I just randomly started working on SOR again and finished this chapter which I began probably more than six months ago. I'm trying to get back into my writing groove, which may or may not work *shrugs*.</div>
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So I just realized last night after I posted my newest half-chapter that the second half-chapter of Chapter Forty is basically a rewrite of the first half. Sorry about that, I didn't realize that! I'll fix it as soon as I can, I'm working on it!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>is steps echoed against the shadowy walls. Step by creaky step on
the wooden stairs, Kedemeth climbed the to the top of the highest tower
in Lorthin. As he approached the wooden door painted black at the top of
the stairs, he couldn't help shuddering at the unearthly glow that
illuminated from the door's cracks. He hesitated at the door, but
gathering his courage, he rapped at the door. "Yes?" a voice both
familiar and foreign at the same time answered. Kedemeth pushed open the
door and stepped into the room. Sitting cross-legged in the center of
the room on wide stool with nearly melted candles as the only light, the
figure lifted her eyes from the book she was writing on with a black
feather pen. The lower part of her face was covered by a mask, perfectly
molded to her features, and only her eyes showed. Her brown eyes were
unnaturally bright, as if she had a high fever, but he knew that no
sickness could affect the Illusionist, for she was half Shadow.</div>
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"Lady Illusionist," he began, not quite sure how to address her. He
caught an amused glint in her eyes, but ignored it and continued. "You
summoned me?"</div>
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"Indeed, Kedemeth. I believe that it may
be time for my plan to be set into motion," the Illusionist, or Zaria as
she was also called, answered.</div>
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"Uh, well, about that plan, are you sure that it will work...?" he questioned.</div>
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Lifting her hand towards him, Zaria curved her fingers inward, and
Kedemeth felt his feet leave the ground and a second later Zaria was
grasping his throat with her iron grip. A second later her felt the cold
metal of a blade on his nose. "Did you just question <i>my</i> order?" Her voice had dropped significantly, but the fury in her voice was poorly concealed.</div>
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"No!" Kedemeth managed. Zaria loosened her grip and allowed him to
tumble to the floor. Gasping, he sat up. A small but strong hand caught
his chin and raised it up. He found himself staring directly into
Zaria's eyes.</div>
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"Don't <i>ever</i> question me again,"
she ordered, her voice chillingly cheerful. Dropping her hand, she
lifted a letter that sat on a small table to her right that was laden
with writing utensils. and then held it out to him. "Get this to Lord
Tash as soon as possible."</div>
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Kedemeth scrambled to his
feet and plucked the letter from her outstretched black matte
fingernails. "Of course," he agreed. With that, Zaria dropped her eyes
to the book still sitting on her lap, and calmly lifted her feather pen,
dipped it in an inkwell and began to write once more.</div>
Still rubbing his throat, Kedemeth tucked her letter into his pocket,
gave a quick bow and hurried back down the creaky tower steps.<br />
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So we bought our tickets to Emerald City Comic Con today, and just a few hours later, Jenna Coleman canceled her appearance for that day! Sad face :( At least we'll be able to meet Sean Astin {Samwise Gamgee from LOTR}! We'll be sure to type up a post and put pictures on here when we're done. In the meantime, <a href="http://willow-the-call.blogspot.com/2015/06/emerald-city-comic-con-meeting-skye.html" target="_blank">here's the link</a> to the post that we wrote about ECCC last year.</div>
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Let me know what you think of the chapter! I know some of it is a little dark and creepy...</div>
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"<span style="font-size: x-large;">W</span>hat's up?" Darrion questioned, leaning towards her sister.</div>
Willow threw a glance at the guys, shuffled closer, and started whispering rapidly in a different language.</div>
Emmeth heard the hard sounds of the odd language and gave Cole a concerned look. "I have never heard that tongue before."</div>
Cole rolled his eyes. "I have, it's called Khuzdul, and they speak it
when they don't want anyone else to know what they're talking about.
It's not a language you find here, it's from another world," he
explained.</div>
"Hm," Emmeth answered, wondering what the two were saying.</div>
But since you probably don't understand the Language of the Dwarves
(very few people do, the dwarves are very secretive) here is a
translation of their conversation;</div>
"I found one of the Dwarf Rings of Power," Willow confided.</div>
Darrion gaped at her. Willow hurried on. "It was Thrain's Ring, I'd
know it anywhere. I put it in my box, where it'll be safe. But only for
now. Why did you come when I specifically told you not to?!"</div>
Darrion's face scrunched up in confusion. "What? You never told me not
to come, we didn't even know where you were! Cole and I are here because
we heard that these people needed help!"</div>
Willow narrowed
her eyes. "It's not safe for you to be here," she lowered her voice even
further. "Zaria- uh, The Illusionist is here."</div>
Darrion's
eyes widened. "You're kidding! Why? Oh, well duh, Thrain's Ring. How did
everyone take the news about her and well, you know, you?"</div>
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Willow avoided her eyes. "I haven't told them. They wouldn't believe me! It's too crazy! You know that."</div>
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Darrion sighed dramatically. "You don't like, <i>like</i> this dude here right? He really needs to learn what button means on a shirt. <i>They're to be buttoned</i>."</div>
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Willow poked her. "Of course I don't, we're friends. Like me and Cole,
except Emmeth is a lot nicer than Cole. He doesn't argue with me all the
time. But let's get down to business."</div>
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"To defeat the Huns? Or the Hans? Either one works." Darrion's eyes danced.</div>
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"No. You can't be known to be my sister. If Zaria finds out..." Willow trailed off, her expression worried.</div>
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"Ah, so I can be your friend? That'll be fun, you don't get to boss me around anymore! Sweet!" Darrion exclaimed gleefully.</div>
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"Ha ha, very funny. But we need to be serious, Tash is here too. I'm
guess they want the dwarf ring, but it's gotta be more than that. I
don't know," Willow sighed.</div>
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Darrion gave her sister a playful nudge. "Well, what are sisters for? And friends? We'll help you, don't worry."<br /><br />******************************<wbr></wbr>*<br /></div>
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The two girls walked back to the guys, who were still getting
acquainted. "We need to talk to you guys," Willow put in. "We have to
keep the fact that Darrion is my sister a secret. It would be very
dangerous for some people to find out about her being here."</div>
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Cole raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. He'd known Willow for
five years, so he was used to her schemes. He had also overheard the
name "Zaria" used in their conversation, so he was guessing that it had
to do with her.</div>
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Emmeth, who had absolutely no idea who "Zaria" was, trusted Willow anyway and didn't say anything, but nodded.</div>
Willow glanced skywards, at the setting sun. "It's getting late, we'd better head back."<br />
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I know it has been literally forever, but we're going to be trying to get this blog up and running again! I've got lots of fun ideas for the next bit of F&E, and am hopeful for new stories to be told.</div>
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Comment if you're still reading! What did you think of this second half of the chapter? What do you think will happen next?</div>
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~Willow </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"W</span>hat's up?" Darrion questioned, leaning towards her sister.</div>
Willow threw a glance at the guys, shuffled closer, and started whispering rapidly in a different language.</div>
Emmeth heard the hard sounds of the odd language and gave Cole a concerned look. "I have never heard that speech before."</div>
Cole rolled his eyes. "I have, it's called Khuzdul, and they speak it
when they don't want anyone else to know what they're talking about.
It's not a language you find here, it's from another world," he
explained.</div>
"Hm," Emmeth answered, wondering what the two were saying.</div>
But since you probably don't understand the Language of the Dwarves
(very few people do, the dwarves are very secretive) here is a
translation of their conversation;</div>
"I found one of the Dwarf Rings of Power," Willow confided.</div>
Darrion gaped at her. Willow hurried on. "It was Thrain's Ring, I'd
know it anywhere. I put it in my box, where it'll be safe. But only for
now. Why did you come when I specifically told you not to!"</div>
Darrion's face scrunched up in confusion. "What? You never told me not
to come, we didn't even know where you were! Cole and I are here because
we heard that these people needed help!"</div>
Willow narrowed her eyes. "It's not safe for you to be here." She lowered her voice even further. "The Illusionist is here."</div>
Darrion's eyes widened. "You're kidding! Why? Oh, well duh, Thrain's
Ring. How did everyone take the news about her and well, you know, you?"</div>
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Willow avoided her eyes. "I haven't told them. They wouldn't believe me! It's too crazy! You know that."</div>
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Darrion sighed dramatically. "You don't like, <i>like</i> this dude here right? He really needs to learn what button means on a shirt. <i>They're to be buttoned</i>."</div>
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Willow poked her. "Of course I don't, we're friends. Like me and Cole,
except Emmeth is a lot nicer than Cole. He doesn't argue with me all the
time. But let's get down to business."</div>
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"To defeat the Huns? Or the Hans? Either one works." Darrion's eyes danced.</div>
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"No. You can't be known to be my sister. If Zaria finds out..." Willow trailed off, her expression worried.</div>
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"Ah, so I can be your friend? That'll be fun, you don't get to boss me around anymore! Sweet!" Darrion exclaimed gleefully.</div>
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"Ha ha, very funny. But we need to be serious, Tash is here too. I'm
guess they want the dwarf ring, but it's gotta be more than that. I
don't know," Willow sighed.</div>
Darrion gave her sister a playful punch. "Well, what're sisters for? And co-workers. We'll help ya, don't worry."<br />
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I'd gotten just past D's line when I ran out of ideas, so that's why we have a half-chapter. Happily, though, I have an actor who plays Cole now. I'll be doing a character post on him soon. </div>
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Also, sorry for posting later in the day, since we usually try to get things up in the morning {if we get them up at all} but I forgot, so that's why it's being posted now. I've been fixing my missewn skirt and ironing and listening to the new Adventures in Odyssey. </div>
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Don't forget to shoot me any questions you have about the {half} chapter!</div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-88186233221405910362015-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:002015-08-19T09:14:51.166-07:00The Watchmen Files // File Two // Character PostHey guys!<br />
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I know, it's been forever.<br />
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Okay, this guy is one of my favorite upcoming characters in COW...<br />
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Arthur Kingston was a good friend of Conner's, back in the day. They grew up together with similar interests, and ended up with similar jobs until Conner took a turn for the Watchmen. Arthur didn't know much about these <i>Watchmen</i>, but thought it was pretty dumb of him to leave everything all suddenly like that.<br />
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Arthur's big line for the book is "Friends don't abandon friends."<br />
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Eh... which quote do you think sounds better? Desert or abandon?</div>
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He and Mason don't get along too well, at least in the beginning. But they must team up to rescue their common friend, Conner McKee.<br />
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I would say Arthur is a bit jealous of Mason, seeing he's Conner's <i>new</i> best friend. But he's still a good guy, and works for the good of them both.<br />
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I've got the Keira Knightly character's name for you, and a new character who'll be in SOR {Shades of Reason} her younger sister, Mercedes! <br />
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She'll be Genevieve Kerr Wiley.</div>
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I realized that because her character is married to Fletcher Wiley that she also needs to have a kid who's around twenty three or so by 2013, so that means she'd have to be married before 1993, when SOR takes place.</div>
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Genevieve is the daughter of a crime family named the Kerrs.</div>
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One reason I liked the name "Kerr" was that the "K" in it is the first letter in Keira Knightly's first and last names. I like to tie in actor's names and even other characters they might have played to my own characters names sometimes.</div>
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I thought that the name "Genevieve" was a good alternative to "Genesis" which was my first choice for her. The reason I changed it was because 1. D wanted Genesis to be a good guy's name 2. I wanted to use the name for someone who we'll see more, instead of someone who won't make a whole lot of appearances *spoilers*.</div>
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Mercedes Kerr is Genevieve's younger sister. She is played by the actress Natalie Dormer.</div>
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It's rather amusing because "Mercedes" {Benz} is a car brand and "Kerr" sounds a lot like "car". *spoilers* She is also connected to someone with the name "Ben" like "Benz" {who will most likely not be turning up in this book}, so we obviously had fun with this :)</div>
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Mercedes will make a short appearance in this book, but you'll see her around.</div>
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We've been totally off schedule for a while, so now we're hopefully starting up again! We just got back from San Diego on Tuesday, which was a fun and warm trip.</div>
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I'll try to get D to do a COW new character post on Wednesday {but she might not, since we're helping at Senior Luncheon at our church and I volunteered to make the dessert}.</div>
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Thanks so much for sticking with us! </div>
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Hey guys!<br />
We went to Comic Con! More specifically, Emerald City Comic Con {ECCC}. If you don't know what a comic con is, it's basically a gathering place for nerds. Plus actors and actresses from tv shows!<br />
Unfortunately, Jenna Coleman canceled about a week before, which was really sad, because she's my {Willow's} favorite actress. But they managed to replace her with Alex Kingston (River Song from Doctor Who) which was a happy consolation :)<br />
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I {Willow} cosplayed Clara Oswin Oswald, played by Jenna Coleman in her Governess Dress from The Snowmen from Doctor Who. Darrion {D} cosplayed Agent Melinda May, played by Ming-Na Wen from Agents of Shield. Ammelia {Ammie} cosplayed Agent Jemma Simmons, played by Elizabeth Henstridge from Agents of Shield. <br />
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So it took us about two hours to find a parking spot (Dad dropped us off in front of the con about 15 minutes before he found a parking space ~ 6 blocks away!). So we missed the early signings, but knew that there were more to come.<br />
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This was my first souvenir {below}! It cost me quite a bit, but we all
waited in line {minus Dad} for about forty minutes to get Chloe's
autograph.<br />
I didn't have time to get a cool picture from eBay or Amazon,
but they have photos there that are free if you buy the autograph. I
had to wait in a shorter line to buy the autograph at the celebrity's
booth, which you pay for and then they give you a little card that looks
like a business card, but has a sticker that you give to the person
next to the celebrity. They then give the celebrity the thing to sign.
They also have a sticky note pad where you wrote what you wanted them to
write on your object. I chose the picture below from the free pictures
they had there and then took my place in line.<br />
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someone in front of me had a picture like mine that was signed by
multiple actors/actresses from AoS. I decided I wanted that too, so I
quickly hurried to the desk to the sticky note pad and scribbled what
you see on the pink sticky note on the picture below. The lady selling
the autographs smiled in a <i>oh-how-cute way</i>, but I was too excited to really care.<br />
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When we FINALLY got to meet Chloe, she was so nice! She asked how I was, and I was pretty excited and nervous to actually meet her {we'd been freaking out because we could see her from our line} and I asked how she was. She copied how I'd written what I'd like her to say on my picture.</div>
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Then she saw Darrion's and Ammelia's costumes and was like "Oh my gosh! Guys, my co-workers are here!" She also said she liked our costumes. Then she said "Let me take your picture to send to them," meaning Elizabeth Henstridge {Simmons} and Ming-Na Wen {May}. D and Ammie couldn't really talk, but they posed together and Chloe took their picture with her phone. She then said goodbye and we floated away, me making little squeals under my breath and D and Ammie having huge smiles on their faces. </div>
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After that, we knew we had Chloe's photo, but we had to get our receipt that Mom had printed at home after we'd bought the photo ops online and given to Dad to hold. I texted Mom and told her about Chloe, and we sat with Dad for awhile to cosplayer-watch.</div>
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Then we went to go see if the lines had started for Chloe's op yet, and as we were walking, Dad pulled me back and said to watch out. I turned to the left and there was Chloe, heading to her next gig! She said hi again, and we managed to utter a greeting.</div>
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Then we waited in line for what seemed line hours, especially because a guy {who I think was cosplaying casual Wolverine from X-Men, but I don't know X-Men, so you never know} was flirting with a shy girl, both of them in front of us {and there was a girl further up in the line who took about ten thousand selfies!}.</div>
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But we finally made it! Chloe said "Hey, my co-workers are back! We've got to pose! You {to Ammelia} stand like this, like Elizabeth does. You {to D} stand like this, like Ming-Na. And you {Willow} just do something". She was so friendly. She posed, and we all posed! She said that she hoped we could come to her panel, and then said goodbye again and we left the booth to get our picture from the printer people.</div>
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What made us worried was that our Alex Kingston photo op was coming up, and we were still in line. We actually almost missed getting in line because of all the people getting stuff signed by her. That was freaky. Ammie and I scouted out the line for Alex Kingston's op, and were anxiously being anxious until D could get her art signed. D said to go on without her, but we refused, and waited more. Finally, we were at the front of the line. Hayley was pretty quiet, but she did say that D was talented to draw the fanart (D's note: and that it was <i>fantastic</i> *faints*). We didn't take much time to marvel over that, but dashed over to our Alex Kingston op! </div>
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Thankfully, the line hadn't really moved for at least twenty minutes, so we were fine, all that anxiousness for nothin'. D had a backpack that she was carting around that held some cookies, and a protective place to put her fanart. Thankfully, it was also a protective place to put the pictures and my signed picture (D's note: good this I'd brought that hard paper stuff, or we'd have bent up everything! If you ever go to a con, remember to do that, or you'll be a very sorry camper when you get home). I had also brought along my Time Journal, which I made with my art teacher's help out of a book. It's a replica of River's Journal in Doctor Who. We decided to ask her to hold it. Then Ammelia wanted to change into her 11th Doctor outfit that she'd carted along in her backpack, so she and I left to do that. We got back with still plenty of time.<br />
While we were standing in line chatting with the people behind us, we saw Chloe Bennett leaving her panel {presumably} and waved again. She saw us and said "Hi again!" and we all grinned at each other (D's note: and I shouted <i>Hi!</i> back).<br />
Finally, we reached the front of the line. They have a table were you can put your bags and such so they're not in the picture, and while D and Ammie were doing so, I took my Time Journal and asked Alex Kingston "could you hold this, please?". "Oh," she said in her lovely voice {it sounds just like it does on Doctor Who!} and held it and posed. When the op was done, we thanked her and left to get our printed picture. Ammie touched her cheek and said that Alex's hair had touched her cheek. We were still giggling as we went to show Dad our pictures.<br />
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Then we went to get Alex's signature on my Time Journal, but the lady who was directing the line said that it was full and to come back in a half hour! I was crestfallen, but we went to go cosplay-watch for a while with Dad again. It was getting almost to the end of the con, and I was anxious to get my book signed. After about ten minutes we decided to try again. It worked, and I paid for it and we stood in line again!<br />
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Thankfully, we stood behind some very friendly people, former homeschoolers, and we chatted about lots of fandom and homeschool stuff while we waited. There were hardly any people left in line by the time I handed the assistant my Time Journal. There was a little ribbon that was used as a bookmark in the original book, so I knotted its end and put a clothing tag that said "happening in the present" on it and a little gift tag that I'd written "Willow's Time Journal (Spoilers!)" on it, it was supposed to be like were we were in time at that point, but it's rather hard to explain. {If you read our someday-coming A Study In Time it will be explained.}<br />
I hadn't been able to think of something to have her write on it, especially because I didn't know she would be there until a week before the con! {I thankfully had already made my Time Journal, so there was no rush about that!} So I asked the assistant to have her sign it Alex Kingston as River Song.<br />
Alex Kingston took the journal and looked it over, and noticed my little bookmark. She actually read out loud "Willow's Time Journal, (Spoilers!)". So she signed it "This book is full of spoilers, River Song" then lower down, "AKA Alex Kingston".<br />
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We ran into the former homschoolers that were in front of us in line again and I showed them my book.<br />
Then it was almost the end of the con, so we left, along with basically everyone else.<br />
We basically spent the whole con on the celebrity floor, because we had a packed schedule. We didn't know that standing in line would take so long. And we almost didn't get a picture with Chloe Bennett! We had already purchased the ops for Alex and Hayley, but were unsure if we'd have enough time for Chloe. Thankfully, they moved her op fifteen minutes before Hayley's, so we decided to take a chance! Happily, Chloe had originally been only going Saturday and Sunday, but had to change her schedule to only Friday. Lucky us!<br />
But Clark Gregg {Phil Coulson, Marvel movies, Agents of Shield} had moved his days as well, to Saturday and Sunday instead of all three, as had John Barrowman {Captain Jack Harkness, Doctor Who}. Anthony Mackie {Sam Wilson, aka the Falcon, Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Avengers: Age of Ultron} also went only on Saturday and Sunday. Stan Lee was there all three days, and we actually saw him while we were waiting for Alex Kingston's autograph.<br />
Overall it was pretty overwhelming, but we're so glad we went! We spent quite a bit on the autographs and photos, but my parents paid for our tickets {thanks Mom and Dad!}.<br />
D was disappointed about not getting to look at the artwork and not get to buy any cool stuff, but it was jam packed, and it was hard to just get into the art area (D's note: seriously, how can you look at stuff with tall people crowding you and the art?).<br />
So we are hoping to go to the Rose City Comic Con in Portland this September, and meet and get pictures with Brett Dalton {Grant Ward, Agents of Shield} and Elizabeth Henstridge {Jemma Simmons, Agents of Shield}.<br />
We've come up with two group cosplays for those days, if we get to go. Agents of Shield for when we meet/get pictures with them, me as "meet" Skye, D as May again and Ammelia and Simmons again. The other day {there are two days of that con} we hope to do a Big Hero Six group with me as Gogo Tomago and D as fem!Tadashi and Ammie as Honey Lemon and my mom as Aunt Cass.</div>
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D's note: Over all, it went quite well, and was a very interesting experience. We didn't lose anyone, and didn't miss anyone, so that's a plus :) The "minions" aka the comic con helper people, we very nice! Even when we ended up in the wrong building {the kid's building} a helper guy walked us across the street and helped us get programs.<br />
Anyway, we'd do things a little bit differently if we do it again... get our cosplays ready earlier, go to a smaller con (maybe), and save up lots of money. And I mean <i>lots</i>. And our advice for you if you're going to a con... wear comfortable shoes, don't wear lots of layers, and be prepared for everything to take a long time (and a lot of standing in lines).<br />
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-42617166252341759672015-06-17T08:33:00.000-07:002015-06-17T08:33:27.646-07:00The Watchmen Files || Shades of Reason || Character Name Help!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I really like the name Genesis for her {Genesis Wiley?} or Gypsy {but that sounds kind of dumb}. I also like the name Rose, but I would love some suggestions!</div>
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I'll also work on our comic con post, we met Alex Kingston {River Song, Doctor Who} Hayley Atwell {Peggy Carter, Captain America, Agent Carter} and Chloe Bennett {Skye, Agents of Shield} and got our pictures with them and got stuff signed.</div>
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Um, wow, yeah. I'm back to life! Long time know see, huh? :)<br />
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Sorry about the lack of writing, I've been neglectful of the Files and lost interest for a while. Then I picked up File One and read some of the Christmas Special again. Wow, I forgot about all of that!<br />
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Anyway, I only got as far as the half chapter, which I have here. Hopefully the rest will be written by next Wednesday. I've got another writing project, maybe I'll have that announced and posted by next Wednesday, also.<br />
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The drive back to the house was silent. No one said a word, but they all knew what the other was thinking. Had Hydra really found their safe house? How could that be, no one knew where they were. Were the girls safe at the church? What about the Hydra agents, had the Watchmen caught <i>all</i> of them?<br />
Conner gulped hard, beating down that dark feeling inside screaming a suspicion at him. No. It couldn't be. He had no idea they were there. He would never find Conner, not with the Watchmen. There was no way.<br />
But that nagging gut feeling told him otherwise.<br />
"We're here," Mr. Harrison confirmed, though it was rather obvious.<br />
Police tape was set up everywhere, with Watchmen in black uniforms all around the perimeter, guns pointed at the Harrison house.<br />
Before Mr. Harrison could park the van, Conner leapt out and raced over to a Watchman. "Agents C.J.M. and M.W.K.," he stated, gesturing to Mason who had just jumped out of the car to join him.<br />
"This way," the Watchman clarified, leading them up to one of many black security vans parked in their driveway. "Green Leader is waiting."<br />
Sliding the door open, a well known face with a cocky demeanor popped out in a flash. "Do you guys know where I was? Budapest! There's a huge mess going on there thanks to Clint and his stupid grumpy girlfriend that <i>I</i> have to straighten out, but no, gotta run to save the Harrisons 'cause he turned his cell off! Seriously, you're a Watchmen, keep your phone on!"<br />
"Come on Jason," Isaiah excused himself, "I was at a performance! You know, please silence your cell phones and all." Shaking his head, he turned apologetic. "I'm sorry guys, I just haven't been on the field in so long I've lost it."<br />
Jason nodded understandingly, but still held a look of annoyance. "Whatever."<br />
"Good to see a Kruger at Christmas time," a husky slightly Scottish accent added as he stepped out from around the van.<br />
"Graham," Mason smiled, then quickly sobered. "What's happening?"<br />
Gesturing to the house, he answered sharply, "<i>Obviously</i> Hydra agents have found your location, even with all of our precautions. They're still in there, we think. No one has gone in yet, we were waiting for <i>the Asset</i> to get here."<br />
Mason sighed with relief. "Oh good, a professional to take charge. Okay, where is he?"<br />
Jason and Graham exchanged glances. Clearing his throat, Jason gestured to Mason. "When do we start, chief?"<br />
Taking a double-check behind him to make sure, he turned his uncertain expression back to Graham. "<i>Me</i>?"<br />
"That's your code name. Welcome to Special Operations, <i>Asset</i>."<br />
Glancing over at Conner, he Mason shrugged and grabbed a shot-gun out of the van, holding it over his shoulder. "Let's move."<br />
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Aaaaaand that's as far as I got. Check back next Wednesday for another half-chapter, hopefully! Thanks for hanging in there, guys. I'm <i>so</i> glad people are still willing to read this. You da best! :)<br />
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Monday: Without Cause (Ammelia's still working at it! She hopes to make it a summer project.)<br />
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Tuesday: Star Stories (D's new series, not final name)<br />
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Wednesday: Watchmen Files (the Christmas Special and Shades of Reason, then Collision of Worlds)<br />
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Friday: Friends and Enemies (and someday, Forgotten, basically Four Rings-y stuffs)<br />
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Which new stories do you anticipate most?</div>
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~Willow + Darrion + Ammelia + Billie </div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-79048235583272998502015-04-02T09:02:00.000-07:002015-04-02T17:07:55.516-07:00Dwarves of Yore ~ Heavy is the Head + Theme Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is the very first story of our <i>Dwarves of Yore</i> stories! You've read a little of the second tale, called <i>Dis Makes a Friend</i>, but this one is the very first one :)<br />
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Note from Willow || D wrote this one, and I'm writing <i>Dis Makes a Friend</i>, but we're kind of co-writing this series. She'll write some, I'll write some. Just to clarify :) <br />
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Years before the the fall of
the mountain, and ages prior the great dragon's flames licking the
cornerstone of Erebor, a sharp child's cry echoed through their dark
halls as servant bounced off to tell his prince of the joyous news: it
was a boy.</div>
Blue icy eyes aglow, the little one sucked
contentedly on his thumb as his father gazed down at him, gently rocking
the newborn in his arms.</div>
"Come child, there is a time for
rest and a time for war," the proud father coaxed as the baby tugged
mercilessly on the man's beard. Chuckling, he commented "I see you have
Durin's twinkle in your eyes. A grand King under the Mountain you shall
be! Just as our forefathers before us, you will rule this mountain with
loyalty, honor, and a willing heart."</div>
A dark shadow passed
by outside of the door. The Dwarf quickly recognized that it was his
father, the infant's grandfather. He watched suspiciously as the large
Dwarf drifted away, probably back to admiring his growing hoard of
glittering gold and treasure in one of the lower halls.</div>
"Well, as honorable as most of them," he muttered as the baby watched his grandfather disappear out of sight inquisitively.</div>
"Can you feel the weight of it? Even from afar, one with Durin's blood running through his veins can feel the pull of gold."</div>
Glancing down, he found the boy gurgling as he sucked contentedly at
his father's signet ring. He chuckled at his son's obliviousness. "Fine,
you may be a child for now, while you still can. Soon enough, you will
be king, and heavy is the head that bears the crown of his people."</div>
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Wandering to the balcony, he surveyed his sleeping kingdom. The golden
lights illuminated its halls just enough for one to gape over the
mountain's vastness, the levels hewn directly from the living stone as
glittering gold ran down them in streaks like rivers.</div>
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"One day, this will all be yours, young Thorin."</div>
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The child cooed softly, his blue eyes closing gently as he snuggled closer to the warmth of his father.</div>
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With the future lying asleep in his arms, the father, Thrain, whispered
half to himself and half to his son, "At least one of us will sleep
tonight."<br />
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Whew, that's it! Super short intro story. Hope it's okay! I haven't written in a long time, as you know. Too busy crying my eyes out about the Battle of the Five Armies (I still haven't had the guts to watch it a second time). But soon I'll be working on the Watchmen Files once again, and also a new fanfiction sort of series. I hope to get that done soon.<br />
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Thanks for reading, guys! You're the best to be hanging in there for us this long.</div>
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Sincerely,</div>
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Darrion</div>
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1993<br /><br />A deep blue van idled next to the curb of the<i> H<span lang="fr"><span>ôtel</span></span> Très Belle</i>
on the French Riviera. Inside the typical looking vehicle, four
Watchmen were preparing for their mission, Hans Kruger and his partner
Clark Barton, and partners Mike Graham and Cesar Russell. Kruger was
perfecting his disguise in a small hanging mirror that dangled from the
ceiling of the van while the other three booted up the computers.</div>
"You ready for this, Hans?" Barton poked at the surveillance equipment
as it began to turn on (these are the '90s we're talking about).</div>
Kruger glanced at his partner in the mirror. "You think I'm not ready
for the job?" he asked rather sharply, his ice blue eyes narrowing
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Barton shook his head. "I just thought flirtation wasn't really your forte."</div>
Kruger's brow smoothed, and he finished applying his disguise and turned around. "It's a job," he explained simply.</div>
"I'll tell Jackie that sometime," Graham muttered under his breath. As
Kruger shot him a look, Graham pretended to be busy with the computer
while Russell snickered into his hand.</div>
"Ready?" Barton interrupted, handing Kruger his custom-fitted earpiece.</div>
Kruger nodded and took the earpiece, fitting it perfectly into his ear. "Comm check."</div>
"Comm's good," Graham reported. "Good luck out there, man."</div>
"You'll need it," Russell muttered under his breath.</div>
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1993 (fifteen minutes earlier)</div>
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Lila Norland (someday to become Norris) stepped out with her parents
into the crowded ballroom. The party was a "thank you" to the many
donors whom had helped make InterTech a force to be reckoned with. It
was also the place her parents, the heads of InterTech, hoped that she
would meet the husband who would assist her in running the organization
one day. She was 18 years old, with naturally curly brown hair and hazel
eyes. And at five foot six, high heels bought at a high end London
department store complemented her elegant dress. She looked and felt
like a million bucks. Which she was worth. Her parents had become rich
with their illegal business dealings, selling things on the black
market. Which afforded her many expensive things to show off to her
friends at boarding school. But now she had graduated, and was being
taken under her parent's wings to prepare for the massive task of
running InterTech. The only child of Edward and Cate Norland, Lila was
poised to inherit
the company once they could no longer handle the day-to-day operations.</div>
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But all that was in the future. Today was about enjoying the party.</div>
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"Jeremy? Yo, Jeremiah!"</div>
"Huh?" nineteen year old Jeremy Stone jerked his head up from over a pile of old reports. "What'd you say, Joe?"</div>
Twenty year old Jonas Parker rolled his eyes. The two had only just
finished their Watchmen training a week ago and had been assigned their
first mission as rookies only two days previously. They were on a plane
to their mission as they spoke. "I said, what have you found out?" he
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Jeremy waved a handful of reports that he has half
finished reading. "Well, as we were told, Captain Barton, before he was
Captain Barton, and Doctor Hans J. Kruger, along with Sargent Graham and Cesar Russell were assigned to extract some
information from the heads of InterTech, Cate and Edward Norland, and went after their heiress
daughter, Lila, who now runs it with her husband Quentin. They also have a daughter named Briella. I don't have many
particulars, I've only gotten about half way through this stack of field
reports," he gestured to the haphazard pile.</div>
"Interesting,
I'll have to add that to my notes." Jonas snatched his brand new "field
book" (as he called it) and started to scrawl on the fresh pages. His steady brown eyes scanned his notes and his neatly
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Jeremy hunkered down back over his field reports, picking up the one
he'd not finished reading. Jonas twisted in his seat to peer at his
teammate. Jeremiah Stone, known by everyone in training as "Jeremy", and
himself were very different from one another. While Jeremy could be
hot-headed and reckless, Jonas always thought things over and had a
backup plan.</div>
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He glanced out the window of the plane. "Hey, Jeremy, you'd better finish reading soon. We're coming up on land."<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div>
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Ginger Hollens grabbed her backpack and planted a kiss on her brother's
cheek. "See you later, Simon." She wrapped her arm around his
shoulders. "You too, Nora!" she called over her shoulder towards her
sister as she stepped out from under their cover porch into the rain.</div>
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Ginger's private school was located half way across the city of Boston
from her house, so she waited under the covered bus stop for her bus.
Raindrops landed with a plop into the puddles on the sidewalk, and cars
swept the water out of the way with their tires, wetting Ginger's black
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Tugging at the zipper of her backpack,
Ginger withdrew a stack of papers stapled together. Her lines for her
school's upcoming play <i>"The Sound of Music"</i> where she had the
role of Liesl, was going to be her big debut, she was sure of it. She
also hoped sincerely that Simon could attend. Ever since their parents
had died a few years ago, she and her elder sister Nora had lived with
Simon, who worked at a company called SuperTech. The siblings had all
become very close, but now that Simon was working on a very important
(and top secret) project, Nora and Ginger had begun to drift apart from
him. They themselves grew closer, going out for milkshakes and
cheeseburgers and such, but with his busy schedule, they hardly ever saw
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<i> I really hope he can make it to my play</i>, Ginger mused as her bus pulled up. <i>I hope, I hope, I hope.</i><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div>
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"But MOM!" Briella Norris, better known as Brie, called as she stomped
after her mother, the infamous Lila Norris. She had inherited her hazel
eyes from her mother, and they were giving off angry sparks that told
all of the minions scurrying about to stay away. "Mom!" she cried,
grabbing Lila's elbow and catching up to her. "I don't want to stay here
over summer vacation! I wanted to go stay with Grandma and Grandpa
Norland in France!"</div>
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Lila rolled her eyes. "Brie, listen
to me. You need to learn about the family business. Grandma and Grandpa
used to run InterTech, but it's so much more now, and you are going to
run it with your husband someday, so you need to learn how it works, and
how to handle it."</div>
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Brie stomped her foot. "Well, maybe
you should have kept me around instead of sending me to boarding school
if you wanted me to learn so much!"</div>
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Lila's eyes blazed. "We did what was best for you, Briella. You know that."</div>
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"Ahem, Mrs. Norris?" Lila's personal assistant interrupted warily. "Dominik Kruger is here to see you and Mr. Norris."</div>
Brie sighed as her mother flitted off to go meet with the
second-in-command of Hydra. She wondered what they were planning this
time.<br />
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Whew! And to think I wrote most of that last night! I only wrote the part with Brie this morning :)</div>
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D</span>igging her heels into the ground, Willow raced down the side of the
mountain in pursuit of the spy. Emmeth was about five yards ahead of her
and counting.<br />
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"Halt!" he shouted at the escapee, sliding down a steep part of
the mountain. The escapee ignored his shouted words and raced on,
faster and faster, kicking up rocks and dust as he fled.</div>
Approaching the same steep part as Emmeth had just a moment before,
Willow set her teeth and pushed off from the edge, landing and rolling
at the bottom, but back on her feet in seconds. Her bow was out now, and
she aimed it steadily at the rogue's back. The twang of the bowstring
got his attention and he threw a terrified look over his shoulder,
thinking that imminent death was coming straight at him in the form of a
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The arrow was well-shot, but it didn't pierce his skin as he'd
imagined in the four seconds he had. Instead, the arrow caught right
under his armor and just above his skin and pinned him to a tree right
near the edge of a cliff.<br />
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"Move and you will die," Emmeth warned as he scrambled up, his sword already in hand.</div>
"Yeah," Willow panted as she jogged up, her face pale under her face mask from the hard run.<br />
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"What do ya want?" the vagabond questioned, squirming at the sight of the sword in Emmeth's hand.</div>
"You know what we want, thief scum. You have the money that the people
collected for the Prince and his rebels," Willow sneered, tossing her
head with drama.<br />
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The thief trembled at the sight of the two Shadow Guards, each
clothed in black and their faces covered with black face masks so you
could only see their eyes. (Willow was using the Illusionist's mask).
Because they both sounded young, he estimated that they were
guards-in-training, and not true Shadow Guards. He pretty much knew that
he'd be dead if they were not just trainees.<br />
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"It is not your money," he resisted, then tugged the arrow out
of his vagabond-y outfit and edged towards the cliff. "It's somethin'
else ya want to, isn't it?"</div>
The two "Shadow Guards" glanced
at each other, as if communicating with their eyes. Willow stepped
forward. "Give it to us, Krideth. If you want to survive this encounter,
give it up." She held out her hand expectantly, one dark eyebrow
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Krideth broke into a cold sweat. "Don't kill me..." he pleaded, falling on his knees. "Pleeeeaaassseee?" he began to wail.</div>
The pair rolled their eyes. "Nice trick there, Krideth. Now hand it
over, or we will have to take it from you by force," Emmeth announced,
taking a menacing step forward.<br />
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"Hey!" a shout came from the road, and two cloaked people
dressed in traveling clothes appeared, both wearing lower-face masks
that hid their identities.</div>
"Stay back," Emmeth warned, waving his sword at them as he concentrated on his adversary. "Last chance, thief."<br />
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"What's going on, Shadow?" the smaller of the travelers demanded.</div>
Willow glared at the pair. "Let us be. This man has stolen money that the kingdom is in need of."</div>
"And you're going to kill him if he doesn't give it to you, am I right?" the taller one butted in.<br />
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This time both "Shadow Guards" glared at the pair. "We are by
law permitted to arrest anyone in whom we feel to be a threat to
national security," Emmeth announced.</div>
The smaller traveler
leaned closer to the taller traveler. "I think they want to 'arrest'
us," he whispered loudly. " That's kinda funny don't you think?" He
lifted her eyebrows dramatically. Something in Willow nudged at her
brain, as if that gesture of sarcasm held familiarity, but she couldn't
think of why.<br />
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Emmeth puffed out a sigh. "Look, we will be willing to overlook your fault if you leave now."</div>
The smaller traveler placed both hands on his hips and gave him a defiant glare. "In your dreams, buddy boy."<br />
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Emmeth and Willow exchange glances. Willow gave him a slight
nod, and she edged behind him slightly, to keep watch over the prisoner.
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"Bring it on!" cried
the small one, whipping out a shining sword. The sunlight filtering down
through the trees caught on the silver and reflected out into many
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A fight ensued, Emmeth managed to knock the smaller one in the
mouth, but it was a losing battle. Willow pulled out her bow and arrows
but didn't see the taller traveler sneak up behind her. He knocked her
out with a clean blow to the back of the head with the back of his sword
while the smaller traveler knocked Emmeth against a tree to knock him
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"Sooo..." Emmeth felt a sword prick his neck as he came out
of unconsciousness. "You're not a Shadow Guard, are ya, squirt?" the
same voice of the smaller traveler stated. The only thing was that his
voice sounded odd. "Thanks for the broken lip, by the way," he grumbled,
patting the part of his mask where his lip probably was.<br />
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"Wha..?" Emmeth shook his head, and immediately regretted it. His head ached. "Wait, where is she?"</div>
"She? Oh, your girlfriend is right over there," he pointed to the other
side of the tree. Emmeth then realized that his back was flat against a
tree, and his arms were pulled straight out and tied to something else
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"She is not my "girlfriend". She is a friend who happens to be a lady," he answered.</div>
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"Same difference," smirked the traveler.<br />
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"Where am I?" a soft voice questioned from the other side of
the tree. The thing tied to Emmeth's wrist twitched, and he realized
that their adversaries had tied Willow's wrists to his.</div>
"I've got this under control," he tried to assure her.</div>
"Right. Is that why we're tied to a tree with swords pointed at our necks?" she inquired.</div>
He blushed. "Yes."</div>
She let out a long sigh. "Brilliant."</div>
The small traveler cocked his head, swishing a few strands of dark hair
across his face. His dark eyes darted over the pair with suspicion.
"Who are you two anyway?" he questioned, pointing his sword menacingly.</div>
"What are your names?" the taller traveler pushed past the smaller one, who narrowed his eyes at him.</div>
"I do not believe I should say," Emmeth hedged, glancing around. He
needed something, anything, sharp. Then he felt a burning sensation at
his wrists, and realized Willow was using her purple flame to burn
through the ropes. He coughed. "Who are you people, then?" he asked,
attempting to distract them.</div>
"I believe we ask the
questions," the tall traveler commented, facing him. His pale skin
looked even paler against his black cloak, unlike the other traveler,
whose tanned skin was starkly different, leading Emmeth to believe that
they were not related.</div>
He felt the ropes drop off. Lunging
at the pair before they had a chance to react, Emmeth tackled the taller
traveler. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Willow throw herself upon
the smaller one. But then he became occupied with his own fight. His
opponent was strong, and the two struggled to gain the upper hand.
Emmeth had managed to gain it, and was about to deliver a knock-out blow
when he heard Willow shriek.</div>
"D??!!"</div>
Both
Emmeth and his opponent twisted around to stare at the two others. They
both had their arms wrapped around each other, and the smaller
traveler's hood and mask were no longer covering his face. Make that <i>her</i>
face. Warm tan skin accented with dark brown eyes and even darker hair
that reached just past her jawline, the girl's features corresponded
remarkably with Willow's, same hair color, eyes, and even general look
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"I'm Prince Emmeth of Tashra," he informed D.</div>
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D arched an eyebrow at Willow, who nodded. "Thank you, Emmeth," she patted his arm and moved around him to get at D.</div>
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"Emmeth, this is my younger sister, Darrion," Willow introduced. "D,
this is Emmeth. I'm helping him and his group of Resistance to get his
throne back."</div>
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Darrion looked him up and down, her gaze intense. "At your service," she offered slowly.</div>
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"Emmeth, this is Cole. He's a representative, along with me, of the
Resistance. We're co-workers," Willow explained. "Cole, this is Prince
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Willow grasped her sister's elbow and pulled her out of hearing
distance of the boys. "D," she whispered. "I need to tell you something!
Something is very wrong here!"<br />
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Interesting thing is, I wrote the bulk of this chapter back in October, I believe. I knew I wanted to introduce D and Cole, and so I wrote this :)</div>
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Working on costumes, I just ordered the print that I'm going to have Jenna Coleman sign, it's a print from The Snowmen, which I will be cosplaying from!</div>
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D and Ammelia are also working on their costumes, but I'm glad I already have mine! I wore it to the Fairmont Fair in October for Awana, so I've had it awhile. I had no idea it was going to be worn to meet the actual Clara! </div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-69617286194262713652015-03-19T08:10:00.002-07:002015-03-19T08:10:33.081-07:00Dwarves of Yore || Cover + Quote<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This has been a while coming, but here's the cover for our story called the <i>Dwarves of Yore.</i> It is basically many small stories that combined tell the tale of the three royal sibling under the Lonely Mountain, up until the Firestorm, which then the tale becomes known as <i>Heirs of Durin</i>.</div>
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Back before Thorin was called Oakenshield, back before the Firestorm,
back before Fili and Kili were born, there were three royal siblings
living under the Lonely Mountain, Thorin, Dis and Frerin, sons and
daughter of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain.<br />
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This is where it all began. How does that sound? I'm really excited to work on this! I just have to finish "Dis Makes a Friend" and D has a short bit with Baby Thorin and Thrain that she wants to post first, I believe.</div>
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We'll be back soon with the new schedule! I've talked with both Ammelia and Billie, and have their okays with certain changes! Hopefully we'll be able to post that by tomorrow or Saturday.<br />
Meanwhile, I'm still looking for a poster to have Jenna Coleman (Clara) to sign. She's going to be at Emerald City Comic Con and WE'RE GOING!! We're also going to meet Hayley Atwell (Agent Carter)!!</div>
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Watchmen rookies Jeremy Stone and Jonas Parker are on their first mission, rescuing teen Ginger Hollens from the black market organization InterTech. But even though it seems mundane, they realize that it's not a coincidence that Ginger's brother works for the legal equal of the illegal group, SuperTech. Meanwhile, the daughter and heiress of the Norris', Briella, is having secret second thoughts about her family business, and befriends Ginger. As bounty hunter brothers Daniel and Victor Shakes add to the group Ginger's siblings Simon and Nora also join forces with Jeremy and Jonas to save her. The group also does not know what Lila and Quentin are truly up to.</div>
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Character Collage! All new characters, including cameos from Captain Barton and Doctor Kruger! The end will also prelude a coming book, which is really exciting!<br />
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I'm really excited about starting this, I was planning on writing this last summer, but, well, I didn't. So here we go!<br />
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I'm curious to see how everyone receives it, and really want your feedback!<br />
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Would you read <i>Shades of Reason</i>?<br />
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Be a Friend, not an Enemy,<br />
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rose up from the fire-lit courtyard of Wynnath, a small town that
many Resistance members called home, and that the other side had been
ignorant of until now.</div>
Willow watched from a turret tower,
sharpening her sword, a gift from another world, called by the name
Hadhafang. The handwriting on the note that had been sent via an arrow
in Liberty's wing was gnawing at her, and she paced the room to try to
dissipate the anxiousness. A sudden brightness from the courtyard drew
her attention, and she squinted to see the dimly-lit scene below.</div>
Many orcs were there, their horrible faces shadowy and even more
disfigured in the firelight. Only a few humans were among them, mostly
Shadow Knights, Willow reasoned. But one stood out. She was obviously
female, because of her ankle-length royal blue dress with a flash of
gold at the front and a shimmery turquoise hooded cloak flowing from her
shoulders. She was carrying a long, straight metal staff that was
taller than she was with a design at the top that had a large jewel set
in it, and that made it extend about a foot above her head. Willow
couldn't help sensing that something about that staff was very evil. She
also wondered how on earth that girl could wear a full length dress
plus cloak (no armor) and be moving with such ease.</div>
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girl was using her staff as a weapon (obviously) but the strange thing
was that she was throwing what looked like black powder at her foes, and
the powder mysteriously burst into flames. <i>Shadow fire powder,</i> Willow realized. <i>Works when it hits something warm. Like clothes that you've been wearing for several days. Lovely</i>.</div>
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Glancing behind her at wear Ryshdare had been tied to a chair, she
noted his fearful expression. Kneeling in front of him, she tilted her
head slightly and looked into his eyes. "Look, Ryshdare. The
Illusionist, did you see what she looked like? Her face?" she asked.</div>
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Ryshdare shook his head. "She had dark hair, and dark eyes. But she was wearing a face mask that cover most of her face.</div>
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"Of course she did," Willow muttered. "Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, eh, Zaria?"</div>
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"Whom?" Ryshdare questioned.</div>
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"Her name means things like "princess" and "lady" and "born at sunrise"
and such. She's anything but," Willow answered, twisting the fabric of
her knee-length skirt into a knot.</div>
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Stepping back to the
window, Willow once again surveyed the scene below. The Illusionist
(for that was her title) was easily overpowering everyone, with her
staff (and her fire powder). The confused warriors were falling back,
not knowing what to do against her. Willow sighed impatiently, but she
knew how dangerous Zaria was. Striding to a full length mirror at the
other side of the turret, she gazed at her reflection for a moment,
tracing the shape of her face with her finger. Taking a breath, she
turned. "Where's my bow?"<br />
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Emmeth's sword clanged against the
metal of the Illusionist's staff, causing sparks. He applied as much
pressure as he could, and they were soon facing one another, as she was
forced to push back against the prince's sword, but losing. She was
smaller than he expected, about Willow's height, and under her cloak,
bright, dark brown eyes glared into his eyes. It felt like they were
glaring into his soul. And then her eyes changed. It looked as if
someone had dropped black ink into them, as it covered the white and
brown and became completely black.</div>
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A sudden twang to
the right of him broke the glare, and she suddenly pulled back instead
of pushed, and he fell forward, his sword slicing through her cloak and
delivering a deep cut to her left arm. Eerily, instead of the blood
being red, it was inky black. She spun lightly and deflected one of
Willow's arrows, and the Illusionist turned to face Elvish-grace.</div>
But she barely had any time to prepare, as Willow seemed to come out of
nowhere from above and slam her bow across Zaria's staff. The bow did
not break. Zaria shoved back hard, pushing Willow back, and then aimed
her staff at her opponent's head. Willow ducked just in time, as she
threw herself to the ground, she used the tip of her bow to slam Zaria's
stomach, and then to sweep her legs out from under her. Zaria tumbled
(ungracefully) into a heap on the ground. Then, again using the tip of
her bow, Willow swept the black nose and mouth covering off of Zaria's
face. She was the only one who got a glimpse of the full face of the
Illusionist before Zaria swept part of her cloak over it and leaped to
her feet.</div>
"Retreat!" she ordered, sweeping her cape around
her, and for a few seconds, the lights in the lanterns flickered. The
sound of feet pounding and the fleeting glimpses of retreating soldiers
were all that was left. The lights stilled, and not one of the enemy was
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Willow gently picked
up the mask that Zaria had left behind. It felt cool in her hands and
she turned it over to look at the curves on the inside where the nose
was and the lips where. "What might that be?" Emmeth asked as he joined
her.<br />
"The Illusionist's mask," she explained, handing it to him.</div>
He turned it over, then placed it on his face to see how it worked. It
didn't fit properly, but he saw how it worked. "Fascinating. This
belonged to the lovely lady who was commanding those forces. What did
Ryshdare say her name was?"</div>
"The Illusionist."</div>
"Odd name, I wonder how she "illusions". No matter," he handed the mask back to her. "We shall find them."</div>
Willow nodded, but her eyes remained pensive as Emmeth hurried away to see the wounded.</div>
She lifted the mask to her own face. She put it on. It fit perfectly.<br />
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I am SO sorry for not posting sooner!</div>
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Be a Friend, not an Enemy,</div>
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The Last Goodbye || sung by Billy Boyd {Pippin}</div>
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my fallen brothers,</div>
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i will say this last goodbye.</div>
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and i must away.</div>
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to lands where never light has shone</div>
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to silver streams that run down to the sea.</div>
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under cloud</div>
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i turn at last</div>
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to paths</div>
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that lead home.</div>
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to bid you farewell.</div>
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many places i have been</div>
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many sorrows i have seen.</div>
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but i don't regret</div>
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nor will i forget</div>
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all who took that road with me.</div>
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night is now falling</div>
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the road is now calling</div>
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and i must away.</div>
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over hill</div>
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to lands where never light has shone.</div>
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i turn at last</div>
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to paths</div>
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that lead home!</div>
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and oh, where the road then takes me</div>
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i cannot tell.</div>
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but now comes the day</div>
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to bid you farewell.</div>
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i bid you all</div>
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a very fond</div>
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farewell.<br />
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This song is dedicated to our friends Elisha, Hosanna, Beth, Jubilee and Titus.<br />
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These are all the words we couldn't say.<br />
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we bid you all a very fond farewell. we wish you well at your new home.<br />
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Love,<br />
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Willow + Darrion<br />
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Postscript || this is a new thing called<i> Song Saturday</i>!</div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-77262935112148634022015-01-16T08:47:00.000-08:002015-01-16T08:47:27.735-08:00Friends and Enemies // Chapter Thirty Seven // Fallen Star<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The
relaxing back and forth rocking of the horses soothed Willow's shaken
nerves as the group of warriors made for the small village of Wynnath.
Emmeth threw several concerned and curious glances her way, but didn't
pose the question that burned in his mind, <i>who was the person who wrote that note</i>?
Willow obviously knew whom it was, but she wasn't telling. And there
was a haunted look in her normally carefree brown eyes that he didn't
like. But it was understandable that she wouldn't necessarily trust him,
he'd hidden his father's ring from her, a Ring-bearer of one of the
Four Rings, so she probably didn't trust him enough to confide in him.</div>
"We'll rest here for a moment," Emmeth instructed the group. "Let the horses rest."</div>
Willow slid off her horse and tied his reigns to a tree branch. The
faint sound of a gurgling stream enticed her through the tangle of
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As she came out of the
thicket, she spotted what looked like a large boulder, partially
covered by brambles on the other side of the stream. As she splashed
through the icy water, she circled the object, and then realized what it
was. A grey metal escape pod from a starship, heavily damaged. The
markings on the outside indicated it was Resistance, and from a ship
called <i>The Duchess</i>. Not remembering any ship by that name, but
nonetheless curious about what was left inside the ruined vessel. Prying
off the door and poking her head inside, a plan formed in her mind.</div>
Plopping down into the seat in front of the communications system, she
fiddled with the switches until a faint hum alerted her that one still
worked. Snatching a pair of headphones off a nearby hook, she situated
them over her ears and took a breath. Flipping to a secure channel, she
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"Hello, this is Willow Elvish-grace to the starship Valiant, can you hear me? I have a message for High Command."</div>
A faint crackle, and then another voice replied. "We hear you, Willow. What is your message?"</div>
"It has come to my knowledge that the planet Tashra is not safe for
assistance, repeat, send no assistance. There have been alarming
developments that I must request that no aid nor anyone come here unless
in case of emergency." Willow closed her eyes as she listened to the
reply.</div>
"I will give Commander Mark your request. But I must
inform you that you are considered missing and there are search parties
to find you."</div>
Willow took a breath. "I'm afraid that more
pressing matters have come to my attention, and must be dealt with. I
need you also to give my sister, Darrion a message. Tell her that under
no circumstances whatsoever, unless I call, do not come after me. It's
too dangerous, and because of a certain matter concerning two silver and
two gold that she cannot intervene. I can take care of myself. Can you
make sure she receives this message?"</div>
"Yes, but I must inform you that-." A snap, crackle, and pop later, the line went dead.</div>
"No!" Willow started pressing and flipping every switch on the board, but to no avail. "Perhaps it's for the best."</div>
Covering the rest of the pod with some stray branches to hide it from
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"Where were you?" Emmeth inquired as Willow stuck her foot into her horse's stirrup and heaved herself up.</div>
"The stream," she answered truthfully, shrugging innocently.</div>
He was about to ask more when Willow jerked her head a little, as if
she had heard something. Her eyes were alert and she tilted her head
slightly, as if listening for an almost non-existent sound. Silently,
she kicked her skirt aside, and slid off her horse, then disappeared
into the trees. He heard a scuffle, and then a young man emerged from
the trees with Willow practically riding piggy-back on his back. She was
trying to do a choke-hold on him, but he kept pulling her arms down and
grabbing her wrists. Sword points surrounded him immediately and
because he was so close to Emmeth's horse, he grabbed the back of
Willow's outfit and lifted her behind him onto his horse. She blew a
stray lock of her dark hair off her face.</div>
"Sorry. I thought he was smaller, judging from the sounds he was making."</div>
The youth lifted his hands to indicate surrender. "Who are you?" Emmeth demanded. "And why were you spying on us?"</div>
"My name is Ryshdare," he answered slowly. "I was looking for the Fallen Star."</div>
"The what?" Emmeth asked, edging his sword closer.</div>
"The Fallen Star," Ryshdare repeated. "But I was told to. I was paid to, Your Majesty." He gave his head a quick bob.</div>
"By whom?" Willow prompted, sliding off the horse's back to stare intently at their detainee.</div>
Ryshdare glanced back and forth nervously, as if someone would leap out
at him from behind the leafy trees. "The Illusionist," he muttered.</div>
The group exchanged glances, confused. Willow let out tense sigh.</div>
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"What is the "fallen star"?" the prince prompted.</div>
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Ryshdare shrugged. "She said that it would be like a large boat but with wings. A sky-ship? And made of metal as well."</div>
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"Hmm," Willow grunted, wondering if the "sky-ship" was the starship that had deposited the escape pod in the stream.</div>
Emmeth gestured with his sword. "Come with us." Ryshdare nodded meekly.<br />
As they started off, Willow glanced at their captive, and tried to
figure out if he knew who the "illusionist" was. "That's really very not
good. But D won't be here, at least. But that means I'll have to face
her alone."<br />
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Wow, thirty seven! I'm going to try to do a chapter EVERY WEEK from now on. It's on my New Year's Resolutions :)</div>
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Sorry for not posting lately, any of us. We've been a little out of our groove. But rest assured, we'll be back really soon! Plus I've re-posting on my personal blog, inthewordsofwillow.blogspot.com so you can check that out if you'd like!</div>
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Be a Friend, Not an Enemy,</div>
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Willow</div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-3454236933085243092014-12-27T14:40:00.000-08:002014-12-27T14:40:05.313-08:00Merry Christmas + Heirs of Durin Cover Vote Tally<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-50400959041907606872014-12-19T08:57:00.000-08:002014-12-19T09:06:26.191-08:00Heirs of Durin || Cover + Vote + Schedules<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We {D and I} as you know, have been working on a series of stories called <i>Heirs of Durin</i>, which D did a short story of called <a href="http://willow-the-call.blogspot.com/2014/07/heirs-of-durin-bad-dreams.html" target="_blank">Bad Dreams</a>. We're both going to write it though, same as <a href="http://willow-the-call.blogspot.com/2014/12/dwarves-of-yore-summary-intro-preview.html" target="_blank">Dwarves of Yore</a>. But we do need a cover, like a book cover, for it. </div>
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D drew this one picture of Fili and Kili a while back, and I edited these yesterday. So we want you to scroll through the pictures, then vote on the sidebar which one you like better! There are numbers over the picture for you to vote on :) But we may just choose the one we like best, but it's nice to see what you guys think!</div>
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D thought about using <i>Never Forget</i> to sign off for HOD, what do you think?</div>
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Oh, and what should we use to sign off with <i>Dwarves of Yore</i>? Let us know in a comment.</div>
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Never Forget,</div>
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Postscript || D and I are attending a party today, as well as going to look at Christmas lights with our friends after said party, so we might not be able to answer your comments until morrow. Sorry about that! But don't let it stop you from commenting! <br />
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Postscript #2 || we're having feels from watching BOFA on Tuesday night, so that's why there's an abundance of Tolkien-related posts :')</div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-2530097164095192792014-12-16T14:48:00.002-08:002014-12-16T14:48:24.746-08:00Dwarves of Yore || Summary + Intro + Preview<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hai, sorry about being absent for a month. Quick explanation: we went to Disneyland, took a quick break, never really worked on any chapters for a while, D got ill, got me ill, we had a choir concert, etc. Sorry about that. Anyway, here's our make up. D won't be doing a Watchman chapter tomorrow, we have a singing thing at the senior luncheon we help at.<br />
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What is the "Dwarves of Yore"? Basically, it's a backstory. Thorin's backstory. And along with Dis*, his younger sister.</div>
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sue us, but for the sake of good storytelling we tweaked the timeline a
bit, to work with the fact that I {Willow} had it wrong in my head, and
never double checked {this is a lesson kids, always double check!}.<br />
So the way we tweaked it, Frerin {Thorin's younger brother} is the
youngest of the trio, is the youngest instead of Dis, who by-the-book is
supposed to be younger. *Ammelia G. gasps loudly offstage*. You see,
the reason is that we had already worked the storyline a lot to make
Frerin the carefree youngest, Dis the dreamy and creative middle, and
Thorin the broody and king-like eldest. {If you think that's bad, we
accidentally made Fili and Kili twins at first, and another time Kili as
the eldest! *Gasps in horror of ignorance*}</div>
The name came
from a part of the song "Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold" by Tolkien,
which was abridged in the films. {I adore the song in the film, but I
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<i>The dwarves of yore made mighty *delves,</i></div>
<i>while hammers fell like ringing bells,</i></div>
<i>in places deep, where dark things sleep,</i></div>
<i>in hollow halls beneath the fells</i>.</div>
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The <i>Dwarves of Yore</i> stories extends to the Battle of Aznulbizar {Moria} where our series of stories we call <i>Heirs of Durin</i> picks up.</div>
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You will read of many characters you will recognize, including Thror
and Thrain, along with "the cousins" Nain of the Iron Hills and his son
Dain {Ironfoot. He will be in the Battle of the Five Armies} including
many you will not recognize, Galahad {Gah-luh-had} his father, Galrohan
{Gah-l-roe-hah-n} and his brother Galrohir {Gah-l-roe-heer} and
sisters Leylyn {Lay-lin} and Laurin {Lah-reh-n}. As well as the royal
trio's Nurse, and a young lady name Prismia.</div>
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So please
know, if you don't like these stories, that's fine, it's a free country.
Also, we made these all up, out of our crazy and sometimes
sleep-deprived imaginations. So these aren't what Mr. Tolkien wrote,
just to be clear. These are what's known as fanfictions, or fanfics.
Fiction about the story characters made by the fans.<br />
One more thing, <i><b>please do not use any of the characters we made up as your own!! Seriously!! No touchie!</b></i></div>
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Here's a preview of the first story, called <i>Dis Makes a Friend</i>.<br />
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"No, Frerin! You shall spill your tea all over
your robe!" young Princess Dis, daughter of Thrain, son of Thror, King
under the Mountain of Erebor, scolded her little brother. Frerin, Prince
of Erebor (and third-born, nonetheless) was only a baby, but Dis had no
one else to have a tea party with, and their Nurse was always busy.</div>
"Pomphy, shompy, fomp," Frerin uttered, picking up his tea cup and
turning it over and placing it atop his head. Dis sighed loudly and
tried to pry the delicate cup out of her brother's plump fist. "Mo!" he
cried, trying to hold it tighter. Then he started to screech as she
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"Nurse!" Dis called over the din. "Frerin's crying again!"</div>
"Dis," Nurse said crisply. "What in the name of Durin did you do?" She
scooped up the plumb baby and settled him on her hip. "There there,
dear," she soothed. Frerin's wails settled down to a low whimper and he
hid his head in Nurse's shoulder.</div>
"Frerin did it," Dis
commented by way of explanation. "He poured the tea all over the tea
table and then put it on his head!"</div>
Nurse pulled out a sugar
tart and fed it to him, which stopped his crying. "He's just a baby,
you cannot expect him to act properly yet."<br />
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P.S. || this was written back in September, but I {Willow} wanted to have something to post so you guys knew that we weren't dead. We're hoping to see BOFA tonight {maybe} so you'll probably hear from us tomorrow, I have the credits song typed out {I have heard it but D has not} and will post it tomorrow so we can all share the feelz. :'(<br />
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{*We pronounce the name Dis, Dih-z, like ditz without the t. In reality it has a little slash instead of a dot over the i, which makes it Deez, like Fili and Kili, which are pronounced Feelee and Keelee, which both have little slashes instead of dots over both i's in their names.}</div>
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{*it is originally written <i>spells</i>, but because <i>spells</i> are not a good thing I {Willow} altered it to <i>delves</i>}</div>
Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-14311267578961158682014-11-28T17:32:00.000-08:002014-11-29T09:23:49.466-08:00Friends and Enemies // New Book Cover // Back of the Book<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One of the Four Ring-bearers, Willow Elvish-grace is carried by her
Thunderbird through a portal to the remote planet of Tashra. There she
meets Emmeth, a prince whose dastardly uncle has gotten rid of his
father in order to take control of the planet. As they strive to pull
together his people to fight his uncle for the throne, an ancient evil
from another world is rallying its forces to search for something that
has been lost, and a very personal enemy has come to assure that dark
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How would you write the back of the book?<br />
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My previous cover had both D's and my name on it, which isn't accurate {I've written all excepting about a paragraph} and the font was different.</div>
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Hope you had a lovely and loving Thanksgiving!</div>
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Be a Friend, not an Enemy,</div>
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Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14418981125681288821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733381790940008839.post-67974861785987352552014-11-26T08:56:00.002-08:002014-11-26T09:23:37.883-08:00The Watchmen Files // The Christmas Edition // Half Chapter Eleven // The Christmas SongHey people of the internet!<br />
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It's Darrion again.<br />
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Ugh, finally! The next (half) chapter of the Christmas Edition! I know you're all probably thinking about Thanksgiving now, but skip ahead to Christmas for a second here. You know, it's getting close to Christmas now, and I started this holiday special like... last Christmas... oh....<br />
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Well, let's forget about that and hurry up and get to chapter eleven of the Christmas Edition!<br />
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Mason watched impatiently as the church Christmas Program
proceeded with entertaining skits, beautiful Christmas songs, and Bible
verse readings. The stage was adorned with greenery and red ribbons, and
some spotlights shone down on the stage as the rest of the sanctuary
was darkened.<br />
Finally, the puppet show ended with clapping
from the crowd, and the congregation aw-ed when they saw the little girl
in her frilly white tulle dress being lead by the hand of Mrs.
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Conner peeped out from behind the curtain, then proceeded to come out
and take his position on the side of the stage with his cello at the
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Mrs. Harrison seated herself at the piano and
opened up her music as Ava took center stage, fiddling with the
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With the congregation silenced,
the first keys were struck on the piano, sending a gentle melody through
the church. Soon, the cello joined in with elegance, and the music grew
more complex and beautiful as it went on.</div>
The long
intro gave you the tune of the song itself, then slowed to just the
piano playing a few cords. Then, Ava's little voice rang out softly in
song,<br />
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"<i>I feel you Christmas<br />I know I've found you</i></div>
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<i>You never fade away...</i>"</div>
Mason smiled gently as Ava tugged on his heartstrings with her gentle
voice, very matured in singing for her age. He leaned forward in his
seat, hands clasped together as she continued,<br />
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<i>Fills each and every heart</i></div>
<i>With love...</i>"<br />
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"<i>Fill your heart with love...</i>"</div>
The crowd cheered as Ava took her bow, then rushed over to Mrs.
Harrison and gave her a big hug around her neck. Now relieved it was
over, she waved at the whole congregation, but more specifically at
Mason, who waved back.</div>
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Soon
the whole Christmas Program was over, and after a re-inaction of the
manger scene, the pastor dismissed everyone to go have cookies and hot
drinks in the back.</div>
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Running out, Mason found Ava in the room and picked her up, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. "You did so good, Av! I'm so proud of you!"</div>
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She giggled and hugged him back, a big smile spreading across her face.</div>
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Conner came up and ruffled her hair, whispering his praise to her. "A job well done, Ava."</div>
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Suddenly, Mr. Harrison nearly ran into Mason's back halfway through of pulling his coat on. "We've got to go!"</div>
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"What? But it just ended," Tessa whined, but was quickly silenced by the explanation.</div>
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"I turned my phone off during the performance-"</div>
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"Isaiah!" Conner gasped in a scolding tone, "That's a Watchmen phone, they aren't <i>meant</i> to be turned off! What did they teach you in training?"</div>
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"There's no time for that!" he insisted, pulling up a message on his phone and showing it to the boys.</div>
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Leaning in to read it, Mason's heart plummeted. "They've found us."</div>
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"We have to get back to the house, now. The Watchmen have already been
called and are taking care of the others now, but no doubt they'll
capture somebody-"</div>
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Mrs. Harrison broke in, "What about the girls?"</div>
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Gesturing to the tree little girls and their mother, he stated "You should all stay here, this could get dangerous."</div>
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Ava tugged on his pant leg. "But Mason!"</div>
"I'm sorry, I'll be back soon. Don't worry, we got this," he did his best to smile while saying it, but he knew that his was a very bad sign.<br />
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Aaaannnnddd that's it, that's the book! Just kidding ;) Here we go, some action at last... I hope you guys were satisfied with this chapter! Also, Grace Yee interviewed us for her blog, so if you'd like to check that out, click <a href="http://graceyee.blogspot.com/2014/11/blog-interview-with-willow-and-darrion.html" target="_blank">here</a> :) I thought she asked her questions very well, myself. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone, from all of the crew at <i>The Call</i>! :)<br />
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Always Watching,</div>
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Darrion</div>
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