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"But mom, I don't want to be the next Queen." I complained as my mother was finishing stitching up my dress. My name is Desiria Morningfold and I am the next Queen in line to rule over the kingdom of Questo, my mom being the Queen and all. "You cannot not be the next Queen, Desi, you're the daughter of the Queen, you're MY daughter, it's tradition." "But mom, being Queen is boring! You sit around all day, giving speeches, telling people what to do, you're practically glued to the chair." "That's not what you said when you were 6 years old. You wanted to be Queen so badly when you were young." ...
Derailed: Lifer's True Identity
Lifer sat on the crowded train, listening to the masses around him drone on and on about meaningless drivel. Normally he was completely obscured by a cloak, but thanks to Leftover's associate CCC (Custom Character Creator), he had an hour long disguise as an attractive businesswoman. Once the train reached its destination, Lifer would use his powers and bring a random object to life. His soon to be loyal minion would make a scene and draw out heroes from Hugh's network. The heroes would be distracted by his creation, giving him thewww.onedoor.cc opportunity to touch the helmets that armored them, bringing t...
The Sounds of Silence
As the sky turned ebony and the clouds loomed overhead, a disturbed grunt erupted from the floor. A quake in the ground and a crack in the dirt. A yell of triumph and a cry of agony. Ten timid twigs of the fleshy variety arose from the dirt, accompanied by a pale pair of arms and an overwhelmingly confused face. Soil is a surprisingly annoying material when one must claw through 6 feet worth of it with nothing but their bare hands…Oxygen never felt so good as Clay panted out of pure desperation, glaring daggers at the world that gave him so little. ‘Clay’, an ironic name since now one of the w...
The Downside to Having a Power
“Inroqua,”The fire ring erupted into flames from dry wood. Ramses put away the book he had read the mysterious word from as it settled into a comfy campfire. He pulled up a seat across from Kira.“That’s really handy.”He dipped his head back and forth. “Yeah, it is. But before I had a favor, I could make a fire with just these two hands. So can you.”“Sure. I bet just speaking a fire into existence is a lot less effort than trying to build one with kindling and flint, though.”“True enough,” he scratched his chin, “But favor is … I don’t know, it’s helpful and harmful.”She peered at hi...