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Water Bear, spit of the Indian Ocean
Every year on the night of the blood moon, my village and many others like it would take to the seas in hopes of seeing the Great water bear, spirt of the Indian Ocean. This year was especially momentous, for the first time I was old enough to join my brothers and father, my mother was very apprehensive about letting me go but my father wasn’t giving her much of a choice. For years I listen to the stories of the great water spirit who was said to bring good fortune to those who had the pleasure of laying eyes on her. Others, including my mother believe that the water bear is a harbinger of doo...
What a time to be alive
I hated my job, I hated my abilities yet most of all I hated the people that exploited my heritage. Yes, I was one of the last living members of the Tridont tribe with enough pure DNA to have the ability that my ancestors were so famous for...we could not lie, we could not deceive, even if it was for the best. Over the last 5000 years or so , the original founding Elvish Tribes had become diluted and mixed as Elves married into other tribes or even ran off with humans, Fae or dwarfs. For an Elf such as myself to have enough pureblood left in me to have one of the original magical traits my anc...
(Today) We are Victorious!
Eliza of Lertahn was never what one would call an ambitious child. Talented? Definitely.Obedient? Very much.But behind the intelligence of her gawww.onedoor.ccze, there was never any hunger or passion. Just existence.A person who was going through the motions. Cycling through life.Eliza accepted this about herself. She celebrated in her ability to be aloof. She never thought that the quiet inside of her was because she was lacking. She always thought it was because she achieved peace others could only hope to find. But now the roaring of the crowd matched the roaring in her ears. The burning of the settin...
The Carolina Indoor Zoo of Rare and Exotic Species
Miguel woke to gentle taps on the glass. He curled up tighter with a grunt. Not again. He was tired of those stupid people waking him up, hitting their fingers on the glass so they could see him move. Soon they’d want to watch him eat, scream at the way his body crushed a trash can into scrap.Tap tap tap.Okay I’m up, he thought, and raised his head, curving his body around to look at the walls of his cage, expecting to see a goggle-eyed idiot pressed there with his mouth open and his tongue waggling. But there wasn’t anyone there. Confused, Miguel turned a circle, sliding over to the other si...