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He didn't dare move a muscle. As soon as goodnights had been exchanged and lights were switched off, it's breathing had become audible. He could hear it rasping and rustling about. With only a coil spring mattress to separate them. His gaze drifted over to the nightlight's dim glow. It began to flicker and he could feel his muscles tense. It had noticed as well. He could hear it's breathing quicken. He eyed the light apprehensively, watching the light slowly but surely lose power. The only thing besides the mattress that separated them was dying right before his eyes. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Flicker. Flicker. Off. Whatev

"Wonderful," Eric clasped his hands together, "Now in order for you to be able to fight the puppeteer, you'll need to learn how use magic while in combat. So for the duration of your stay, you'll be living with Clarence while he teaches you magic. He's well know for being the best magic fighter in Quinberly." He clapped Clarence hard on the back. He sounded more like a father bragging about his child than a just coworker. Clarence merely brushed of his hand and mumbled unintelligible hissing noises. "Right, we should get going," Clarence stated flatly, "Eric, would you get the door?" Eric nodded, "Of course, just a moment." He opened the sm

The man, Clarence, walked with brisk precision. Combined with the fact that his legs were longer than Wyatt's, the boy found himself straining to keep up. Oddly enough, even at his fast pace, Clarence still seemed to find the time to be able to smile and nod at the people he passed by. Wyatt watched in awe as men returned the smile with an underlying sense of respect and women giggled openly in the man's presence. "They all like you a lot, don't they?" Wyatt noticed. A small, mousey teenager waved enthusiastically in their direction from afar. "As the town's oracle," Clarence didn't bother to slow his pace when he spoke, "They all rely on w

It's funny, how unexpectedly off course someone's day can go. One could have been planning a party, but the mailman lost all the invitations. Perhaps a person went to the salon to get their hair cut but wound up walking out with bright green hair. Or maybe you're just Wyatt, whose day went completely off course while he was heading for school. For Wyatt, today was supposed to be a pretty good day. Of course, most days of nine year old boys are pretty good. But he couldn't help but notice an unsteady feeling he had. His muscles tingled under his skin. It was a feeling he thought he should inform his mother of. "Mom," he looked up from his ce

"Sorry to bother you, darlings. But I need to borrow something," Fate bent down in front of them, rummaging under the bed across from the one they were sitting in. Jay stifled a gasp, clasping his eyes shut. One eye opened, sneaking a peek at Zane, who was merely staring on in wonderment. "Ah, here we go!" Fate stood up, clasping a large and thick-looking bag, "Hope you don't mind if I borrow this?" Jay shook his head meekly before Fate finally left the room. Both ninja sat quietly until Zane finally spoke. "She wasn't wearing any clothes." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So I'll be gone f

Jay sat up, observing his surroundings. The area around him was almost completely desolate; a few pieces of lumber littered the ground. "Hello? Anybody there?" He called out. Only silence greeted him. Pushing himself off the ground, Jay set off to explore the new territory. The quantity of lumber increased as he walked on, along with a sudden appearance of beer bottles. Jay wrinkled his nose as the stench of alcohol filled the air. The stench aside, he was probably getting close to civilization by now. "Can anyone hear me?" Jay yelled. He was once again met with silence. Sighing, he sat himself down on a stack of wood. How was he going to g

It's amazing how much the night can inspire a person. When the lights go off and it's time to sleep, the world seems so much slower and you're mind so much faster. Things you wouldn't have concerned yourself with in the daytime, plant seeds of doubt and fear at night. You wonder if you've done all you could that day. Do you feel fulfilled with your life? If you were to die, right now, would you be satisfied with what you've done? Ah, death… Your mind switches gears instantly. Your train of thought swerves wildly from one track to another. What happens after you die? Will you find eternal bliss, like all those shows tell you? Will a simple m