Half by Half, Karasondrias

Deaths are hard. But life continues on for the living whether they wish it or no. And so the group had to proceed to History class, taught by the inhuman, literally, teacher Karasondrias. Her classroom was large and spacious and looked as if it could probably have fitted a torture chamber inside and still have space for lunch. The decorations were all fake, all illusions. The only real ornament, was a rather ominous looking stone statue of a male adult human staring ahead into space with a look of abject fear on its face. Rumour had it that the statue was actually one of the school's alumni who had forgotten that Karasondrias was sensitive on the topic of her heritage and made a joke about lizards and fire. It was also said that before turning him into a statue, she had also turned him into a lizard and set him on fire. At any rate, anyone with an ounce of sense ought to know better. She herself had said it when the class was first introduced.

"My full name is Karasondrias which you may not address me by. You may call me Kara or Teacher or any other suitable honorific. If you are wondering why I leave out my surname, the answer is that I have no surname. I am a half-dragon. Make no mistake," At this point she glared at the class. "Make no mistake, my other half is not human. Nor is it Cain. Or any other humanoid. My other half is of the phoenix, and if any of you make a joke involving my lineage, please do remember the rumours concerning that statue to your left."
Her appearance was odd. All dragons had the innate ability of polymorphing into a humanoid form. Half dragons retained that ability. However, there were always some telltale signs with half dragons. Karasondrias's chosen form was that of an elf. In her case, the signs were rather obvious: random blotches of her skin were either covered with scales or fire red feathers. She also had a pair of wings, leathery wings ablaze at the edges.
Strange as she was, her lessons were generally regarded to be the most interesting among all the teachers. Where other teachers would either drone on and on or give them problems to solve. The more enterprising teachers would give the students group work or debates. However, none of them could beat Karasondrias. She was a skilled illusionist. And old. She could use her illusions to imprison someone in a cage which seemed so real that if you hit it with another metal bar, you could actually hear the clang sound. Which she did to misbehavers. Of course, nobody was actually sure when she was using her illusions or not. She did not just read out what had happened during a certain time. She would start by saying why she was there at that time in the first place, and used the large space in the room to recreate the entire scene. It was as if the class had traveled back in time, so true her illusions seemed, with the exception that the people took no heed of them. She was there in virtually all the major historic events and then some. Those where she wasn't, she would find someone who was and request in a vaguely threatening way for his memories regarding it. She brought a new meaning to "Bringing History Alive". She also tended not to stick to the syllabus.
"Greetings, students. I wish to speak not of The Murder. I know that some of you are affected by its Choosing. Emotionally." Lethe fidgeted at this point, having enough control not to weep openly. "Today, I shall show you the first encounter between the dragons and humans. Around the year 4048. In case any of you failed maths, that is approximately 5000 years ago. Ancient history." Karasondrias summoned up her memory.

The class was standing in a field of ash. A number of humans were armed with archaic looking guns, while some were holding scanners. There were several humans and elves who bore themselves with the aloofness which only aristocracy had. The whole group moved slowly.
"Those elves are diplomats. To my memory, they were looking for a race which had caused this incineration. This was the Ashlands. In modern day, this would be Fecundus Ultima, the most verdant, fruitful and fertile farmland in the entire Fecundus region." Karasondrias always gave a running commentary when showing them the past. "I was with one of the first dragons who came into contact with the humans, Nielagoras. We were out hunting, I believe." As she spoke, one of the humans with the scanners shouted out, "I've got movement! Above us and getting close!"
A dark shape burst through the cloud, the afore-mentioned Nielagoras. He was a large blue dragon and radiated an aura of age. A second shape burst through the clouds, but it was rendered invisible in the illusion. Karasondrias never let any of her students see what she really looked like. Only her outline was visible.
"There's two of them!" One of the armed humans cried out.
"Do not fire at them. Only attack if they attack first." An elf replied calmly. "Our shields ought to hold if they attack us."
Nielagoras and the past Karasondrias landed slowly in front of the expedition.
"Greetings, humans," He rumbled deeply. "Me and my protege mean you no harm. We are, I am at least, a dragon. My name is Nielagoras and she is Karasondrias. I believe that you humans," he indicated the aristocrats "are the leaders?"
The class could hear whispers of amazement among the humans. These large beasts could talk! They were intelligent!
Stepping forward, an elf boldly declared, "Salutations, great ones. My name is Iston of the House of Archiran. I am-"
"Ah yes, Iston Archiran, diplomat betwixt the elves and the humans. Yes, we know. Our race has been aware of your coalition's actions. We have observed both of your races for a long time. Your politics have intrigued us for a long time. This expedition is here to find whichever race did this." Nielagoras stated and waved a talon, indicating the Ashlands. "Your expedition is complete. You have found us."
The scene grew blurry and murky, and disintegrated.
"You do not want to see the next part. Just endless talking of politics. I remember in my impetuous youth that I almost fell asleep. The fact that anyone with phoenix blood do not have to sleep ought to convey the boredom of it." Karasondrias said. "Nielagoras explained the Ashlands. The dragons and the phoenixes had a long great war long before. The Ashlands were the result."
As always, the class was enthralled. Even Lethe forgot her troubles for the time. Also, they had realised long ago that Kara did not answer personal questions.

You're not alone.

Coldness is all that is left,
the emptiness itself is so bare,
there is a thin line between life and death,
when will this silence cease to fare?

Words hold no two souls in line,
the silence binds us all as one,
forever alone in our deepest minds,
this thought holds us as one.

The invisible lines of connection cross,
when, oh, when will you begin to see,
this world is not all bitter and frost.

A difference can be made,
when, oh, when will you understand,
your existence is not just meant to fade.

Live well and love much,
potential lies in every action,
hug well and smile much,
dream with much determination.

A pebble in the water creates a ripple effect,
the never-wavering winds of tomorrow hold us together,
the bit of warmth your existence creates will affect,
the impact of your life will stay with us forever.


--Anonymous

The secrecy of a silent wish,
flickering every candle in the mist,
the whisper of a silent wind,
holding everything in its fist,

The illusions hold no sound belief,
peeling away the hardened core of soul,
the denial gives me no relief,
throwing away all traces of self-control,

Hope is sacred and unknown to many,
Faith is held nought to heart,
Loyalty silenced by backstabbers aplenty,
Forgiveness unseeked for the deliberate,

Believe in that light which appears in the darkness,
leading you onto home,
a place which holds no trace of sadness.
only then will all be well and done,

A perfect world is beyond us,
look beyond the imperfection,
only then will sorrow pass fast,
yet all thats left are unfinished conversations.

--Anonymous

The Murder Of Crows

Slinking out and sneaking around, he crept out of the dormitory. Making sure his steps were quiet, he creaked open the door and closed it softly. And as he ran lightly, he heard the chiming signaling Deadlight. He sped up, caring less for stealth now. And into the gardens he ran. And rushing up to him, an oncoming shadow, a glimpse of black upon black, a beak, many beaks, all rushing forward, too quick for him to react. And the last thing he saw as he stared into the Mu-
Utter darkness.

-

Utter darkness. It was the first thing Styx felt as she jolted awake. She felt slightly disturbed, and reached out to her friends.
Guys? She sent out
I'm feeling... weird.. Like someone got hurt. Is everyone okay? Cocytus asked.
They all sent their affirmations. Except...
Lacier? Hello? Kestrel called uncertainly.
Shit, where's he? He can't have been removed from the link, can he? Lethe thought, worried for his safety.
The group met quickly, telepathy not giving the same comfort as physical contact.
"His bed is empty. Where could he be?" Phlegyas said the moment they met.
They started walking, too anxious to just stand around.
"I do not know, where does he usually like to go?" Acheros asked, Acherus having flown overhead to search for Lacier.
"He likes going..... He likes going out during Falselight to the garde-" Cocytus stopped.

A horrific sight confronted them. There were midnight black feathers everywhere, covering the garden with a macabre atmosphere. And Lacier was there, in the middle of it all, where uncountable numbers of crows were flying all around, all pushing for their place, their turn, to peck out his eyes. Lacier was floating in the midst of the chaos, seemingly oblivious to the feasting of his eyes. His face, when not obscured by the swirling crows, was blank and emotionless and his eyes were mere sockets. Pecked clean. Lethe was the first to break from the haunting sight.
"Eff!" But she doesn't say eff. "I'm gonna get th-"
And there was Mr. Ary coming behind them. "Students, stay back! It will not harm us if we do not disturb it!"
Lethe choked back a sob. "That's my friend there! I'm not going to just stand here while his eyes are getting eaten!"
"I have already called in the Fang! They will deal with this, child! Pull yourself together! Students, stay back!" He called out once more as more students emerged to see the terrible sight.
The rest of the group had to physically restrain Lethe as they all tried to keep their tears in but could not. And all the while, the crows continued to peck at the empty socket which once used to house his eyes.
And the Fang arrived. The Fang, the wolfen police best suited for dealing with magical cases, ran in. At this point, the crows suddenly stopped their hectic movements as one and faced the group of Fang. Lacier opened his mouth, and a deep voice echoed out, seeming as if all the crows echoed his words.
"The Murder has chosen the Next. Expect the Next soon."
With which, the crows all flew away and Lacier being carried by their talons.

"No! Lacier!" Lethe cried out, pain and grief laced in her voice.
A Fang came up to them, saying in a deep gruff voice, "Clear off. There is nothing to see here anymore. Your friend is the Next. The Murder has chosen."
"Uh, sir, I think we're going to have to stay for awhile. None of us.... We gotta deal with the loss first sir." Acheros said slowly to the Fang.
"Suit yourself. We don't need evidence or anything." The Fang walked away.
As they consoled each other, they overheard Mr Ary talking to one of the Fang.
Mr Ary was saying, "You need to send a message to the Lunatic Eden now. They need to know that the Murder has chosen and chosen a mere child. There has been no incident of the Murder ever choosing anyone that young before."
And Lethe shakingly asked, "What was that? All.. all those crows.. What's the Murder?"
Kestrel replied slowly and tried to remove whatever emotion she had from her words, "The Murder Of Crows. It's a... thing. I don't know what it is. But each year, it chooses. It chooses the Next. I... The Next is a seer. The eyes.... are pecked out, for sight beyond sight. The Next advises the Council of the Lunatic Eden. But.. Lacier.. is.. dead." The word sounded more hollow and empty than it ever had before. "He does not.... live anymore. That is just a shell inhabited by the Murder now. Lacier... is dead."
Lethe's sobbing renewed as the hard and cold truth hit her.
Styx, having better control of her emotions, asked, "Then... what is the Lunatic Eden?"
"You've never heard of it?" Surprise overcame Cocytus's grief for a moment. "It's a place. Where madness reigns. Where logic is tossed aside like the laws of physics. Where you cannot lie. That's what is said. None may dissemble within the Lunatic Eden."
"The Council is ... mad?"
"No, they merely rule from there, for lies are impossible within."
"And Laci-, the Next will advise them there? Oh eff!" Lethe didn't say eff. "He was the first person whom I talked to here! He is, was, my best friend! He was my first true friend, ever!" She started shouting. "And effing life takes him away to be some effed-up fortune teller! What the eff is wrong with the world!?"
She didn't calm down quickly.

Mind Over Matter Part 2

It helped that he had excellent knowledge on chemistry, biology and physics. These were the only three subjects he actually studied. As he flew to his secret hideout, he made a note to cut his hair soon. His chestnut brown fringe kept getting into his eyes every time he flew. After a short half hour flight, he reached an island. The island was nameless and as far as he knew, deserted. Untouched by human hands, the island was surrounded by sharp rocks hidden in the sea. No ship had been able to come close without getting destroyed.

He landed and made his way to the waterfall nearest to the centre of the island. The waterfall was beautiful and surrounded by a forest. He could hear animals moving about. A blackbird called to its mate. A herd of deer looking for a good patch of grass to graze. He could hear the waterfall before he saw it. The waterfall was 20m tall and could crush anything that got directly under the fall of the water. This made it impossible to reach the cliff face the water fell directly parallel to.

Impossible of course, for a human. He made the water evaporate a meter before it hit its pool. The waterfall revealed a cave that appeared to go on forever. He flew in and let the water continue falling. Once inside, he dumped his bag on the ground and proceeded further in, choosing to keep his wings for now.


Note from Li-Jun: Once again, just in case you missed the first one, this is NOT mine, this is a friend who wishes to be anonymous. Now, there are two other anonymous people on the blag apart from me. So, will everyone who can write, write and post up here? ^__^

Silence.

Here brings silence,
the hollow response to my tears dry,
Here comes violence,
the sole resounding cry,

Everything's a mistake,
the only thing left is me against the world,
Everything else is fake,
the only thing left is that last ray of hope,

I am holding onto it so gently,
it does not realize that its all I will ever have,
I am holding onto it so tenderly,
it will never realize that inside there is a hollow cave,

Just a broken pot of bitterness,
silently praying and waiting for salvation,
Just a silent heart of sadness,
silently crying and wailing in devastation,

I will hide in the shadows,
the only dignified shelter left to ease the pain,
I will crouch in the silence,
the only dignified solace left to ease the pain.

--Anonymous

Mind Over Matter Part 1

He glanced around casually, making sure nobody was watching before he carried out his attempt. Materializing the answer sheet into the space he prepared, he waited for the teacher to notice. But the voice never came. There was no shout from the teacher or surprised glances from the other students. His plan had worked. He had successfully rearranged the particles around the air such that they bent light and made the paper appear invisible to all. No one would be able to see it unless they sat at his exact position. He disliked this method; it could be unreliable at times- something he had found out during his experiments- but he hated failing his papers even more. He hadn't studied for this test at all. Quickly, he copied down the answers and handed the paper in. He loosened the atoms that found the answer sheet, dissolving it back into the air. He grabbed his backpack and left.

He only realized he could manipulate matter a few years back. Even when he found out his powers, he never told anyone and went through life as though there was nothing differeny. Not like there was anyone he could tell anyway. So far, his favourite trick was to form wings for himself and fly wherever he wanted. It was difficult and painful if he didn't numb the pain properly but in the end, it was worth it. Like now for example. He steadied his breathe and closed his eyes to concentrate. Picturing midnight black feather wings which resembled that of an angel's, he materialized the wings onto his back, joining the muscles at the same time, numbing the pain receptors till the process was over.

He opened his eyes and ruffled his wings to test them out. Perfect.


Li-Jun's Note: This is NOT my work. This is the work of my friend who wishes to be anonymous. I will continue to upload this person's work whenever the person updates. Thank you. Please do review for my friend.

Uo Daenta, the Empathic P V

"Oh bloody heck. Will someone here please remind me just why exactly we have to learn how to draw dead stuff?" Lethe muttered in frustration.
"I don't know, nor do I particularly care. Just do it, yeah?" Styx replied softly.
"Over there, that's Uo Daenta. He can see and does draw some incredible auras. You know, he's an empath. He told us once." Cocytus said. They looked at Uo. He was thoroughly engrossed in his painting of the dead. His hair was unkempt and long enough that he could cover his eyes if he had not brushed it to the side. Uo had a face that made people want to talk to, not handsome, but made people want to open up to him. "He's a good painter. You know," He added, "The four of you ought to know some people apart from us."
"I do not see the point in that." Acherus said, Acheros having flown off somewhere in the meantime. "It is not as if we are staying for our whole life, are we? Even then, I see no reason for acquaintance. Though I am sure my brother will object in favor of some torture."
"All you and your brother think of the whole time is stealing, suffering or burning. Your objection holds no weight." Kestrel retorted. "I tell you, if everyone knows who you are, and you don't know any of them, then either you are famous, or there is something wrong with you."
"Alright, since you want us to meet other people, then you could probably start with that person Uo." Styx piped up.
"Uo? He's really kind of touc-"

"Talk once more during my lesson and the whole group of you can get out!" Their teacher flared up at them. They instantly kept quiet.
Right. Thank goodness for telepathy, aye? Styx sent.
It's not as if we have much to talk about for now, do we. Phlegyas stated.
True, true. Best get on with the morbid painting. Lacier told them.


And surprisingly, Uo approached them first during FullLight break. Without any preamble, he started. "Kestrel, Cocytus, Lacier, hello. Don't introduce, I heard everything that happened. You'd be surprised at how well empaths' hearings can be. Or at least hearing augmented with feeling emotions. Not the point. I heard what you said about meeting other people. Anyway, what intrigued me was that I felt something there. I've never felt that before. There was some kind of link and emotions traveled back and forth between all of you. What was that?" He said quickly, scarcely taking a breath and obviously intrigued.
Go on, tell him. He's fine. Lacier gave the go ahead as Styx hesitated.
"There, I sensed it again. Are you all somehow communicating?" Uo said, crossing his arms.
"Yes, we are as a matter of fact. I'm telepathic and I made a link between the bunch of us." Styx said, standing straight to make the most of her dimunitive height, daring him to make a comment.
"I see, I see. Never knew there were telepaths out there, but then again, I don't know many things-"
"Lies, Master Daenta, lies. You know just about everything that goes on in the class." Cocytus put in.
"It's not as if I can help it, can I?" Uo said, clearly irritated. "Empathy is depressing. You think I wish I was an empath? You think I want to be an empath?" His temper rose, as did his voice.
"Cool down, keep calm." Kestrel quickly advised him.
"Y..Yes, I apologise for losing my temper." Uo managed a weak smile. "This is how I am. I hope you do not think too badly about me."
"It's fine, we know how it is."
"Lacier's right, don't worry."
"Thank you. Well, it's surprising how many people transferred in in such a short period of time. Hmm, Acherus, yes? Acherus, where's that brother of yours?" Uo said brightly, a stark contrast from how angry and frustrated he was.
"You heard even that? Well, he's telling me to pass the message to mind your own business, but I'll just say that he's out there in the fields attempting to scare mice, I think, scaring mice to death. It's actually quite amazing how weak their hearts can be."
"Umm, guys? I, uh, I don't feel too good. I feel really tired. And pissed. I don't know why. But I'm just angry at some damned thing, I don't know what. Eff this." Except that Lethe didn't say eff, did she.
"Pardon me, I have to go, I have, uh, things to attend to." With which words, Uo took off quickly, looking flustered and embarrassed. Not that any of them knew what he was embarrassed about.
Turning back to Lethe, Lacier said, "Hey, what's wrong? You weren't so vulgar before. Or so crude."
"I don't bloody know! Why should you effing care!" Lethe almost shouted out. Once again, she did not say eff.
"With your permission, I could find out the cause?" Styx asked cautiously.
Lethe clamped on her tongue and bit back an angry retort. "Yeah," She forced out the affirmation. "Yeah, go ahead."
Styx started concentrating. "Your vulgarity... stems from.... memories? Of a past that is not yours.... From.... your... ability.." Styx let out a gasp. "Pardon me, I'm having a little... trouble going through the..... memories." While this took place, Lethe was holding her head tightly as if she was experiencing a migraine. "That girl you.... touched. Her past.... impinges on you..." Styx stopped concentrating and Lethe released her head with a sigh of relief. "Lethe, you're influenced by the memories of others, though they are not yours. You know the philosophy, tabula rasa?" The group shook their heads, with the exception of Acherus. "It's the blank slate philosophy, where we're all born the same, and it's our experiences which make us. In a sense, these experiences which you have only as memories, which is all experience is, affect your personality." Styx dropped down onto her seat. "Never knew it was so tiring." She murmured with a slight exhalation and promptly slept.

Acheron, the Two

They were all looking at him. The entire class. To be expected, but still. It was disconcerting. Not just looking, but staring. At the top of his head. He knew he should have worn a hat. Or something to cover them. They just kept staring as he walked. Staring at his horns. Not large and jutting out, but small and just enough to be seen through his hair. Cain. He heard a small whisper throughout the class. Cain. Mayhaps they were looking at Acheros, in the avian chimera's body on his shoulder. Maybe they were looking at his grey skin in horror, wishing that a different sort of Cain were here. Cain. He kept walking, to the back, to a small group, the only group which did not have looks of judgement, of superiority on their faces, merely looks of interest. Cain. The humans could just as easily have been staring at his face, his mouthless face, his face which had no nose. Or they could have been looking at the vents on the sides of his neck, five on each side, common to him, but alien to them. Cain. One of them, a male, said, "Wait, don't say anything, let me guess, your name is Acheron Something-or-the-other. Am I right?"

Startling. How did he know? The group shifted, as though they were communicating telepathically. Were humans telepathic? Psionic, mayhaps. He continued to the seat behind the group, replying, "Yes. We are Acheron. How did you know?"
"Woah, no offense, but how do you talk? I mean, you don't have a mouth and all....."
"None taken," Acheron replied in a melodic voice, with multiple layers of sound, giving a feeling as if there were several people talking at the same time. "These... vent-like structures you would call it, along the sides of my neck. Through them, We speak." Acheron sat down.

-

Woah. I didn't expect a Cain. Cocytus thought through the mind-link they shared.
True. Especially a Grey Cain. Lethe thought back.
Sorry, but I'm not especially familiar with Cains. What's a Grey Cain? Styx asked. All Cains have an affinity with the elements. There are Reds, Blues, Yellows, Greens and Greys. Reds control fire, Blues water, Yellows lightning and Greens earth. But the Grey Cains, they master one main element and can manipulate the other elements to a lesser degree. And all Cains are also generally known to be sadistic and cruel, but Greys more so than others. Kestrel answered.
Phlegyas replied in all his innocence, Well, I ain't gonna judge no one 'til he proves himself to me.

"So, uh, why do you say "We"?" Styx asked.
"Yeah, why the royal third-person?" Lethe added sarcastically.
"That is because this body is occupied by two minds. I am Acherus, the other mind is Acheros, my twin brother. He currently occupies this avian chimera," Acherus gestured towards the hawk on his shoulder. "It's a rather unique condition. It occurred when we were both cells. Our bodies merged. This is amusingly known as "chimerism". But surprisingly, his mind developed. So We are two minds in one body. Recently, We've managed to place one of us in the hawk-chimera's body, either one of us."
"How do we tell when either of you are in control of the body, so to speak?" Lacier asked.
"These lines will appear over our body when Acheros is in control, these Blaschko's Lines. Refer to both of us collectively as Acheron if you please." Acherus turned to the hawk. "Brother, shall We give them a demonstration?" The hawk screeched once.
Without any visible movement, wavy lines appeared on Acheron's body, the Blaschko's lines in an intricate pattern. The hawk's eyes turned from a pure black, to pure grey and likewise, Acheron's eyes from pure grey to pure black. Neither of the bodies' eyes had irises. "My brother forgot to mention one more thing. The hawk body is a hawk-scorpion hybrid. See the talons, there's a miniscule stinger there, loaded with lethal poison I developed myself." Acheros said with a tone full of pride, though it was hard to ascertain with all the different overtones in his voice. "At any rate, what are your names?"
And introductions, such as they were, began all over again.
"So, you are telepathic. But you are an exception to the rule. Not all humans are telepathic." Acheron commented after listening to Styx. "We are all alike in our namings. Interesting."
Should I tell him? About my... ability. Lethe thought out.
Go ahead. He is one of us now after all. Cocytus replied.

In the interest of making sure that one of the qualities of this story is not long-windedness, we shall jump ahead to after Miss Glimmergaunt has explained.

"That is... an intriguing concept." Acheron said.
"Yeah, I didn't know you could do something like that." Phlegyas said, having heard the full story for the first time.
"Hmm, right, well, that's enough about me. Acheron. The following statement is potentially offensive to you. Is it true that all you Cains are sadistic bastards?"
The group froze. They were not expecting something like that from Lethe, and not worded so bluntly. However, Acheros took over and replied smoothly.
"I don't know about others, but Acherus ain't and me, well, let's just say that torture happens to be a hobby of mine. Just so convenient that Acherus is so skilled at healing, I don't get caught for it." Acheros shrugged. "Knifes are fun. Guns, not so much. You just gotta shoot them where it hurts." And Acherus took over. "Anywhere. It hurts getting shot anywhere. Pardon my brother, he is, in fact, how did you phrase it, ah, a sadistic bastard. He's just lucky that there's me to cover it up. I myself don't enjoy torture, but I don't got no nothing against it. But I, hmm, I-" He got cut off by Acheros. "My dear brother is a kleptomaniac. Also an excellent lockpicker. Loves thieving, he does. I guess it helps that no one suspects a hawk of being a thief."
The group just stared at Acheron. None of them had really expected such a reply, regardless of what they had said.
"Did I mention that both of us are also pyromaniacs? We love setting things on fire. To relieve stress, you know? You all ought to try it sometime." Acheros winked. And Acherus cut in.
"Well, there you have it, our life story. Mental disorders, one after the other."
"For the first time, I am actually stunned speechless." Kestrel blinked.

Shout Out to All Readers!

Hey, just a notice to people. So yeah, I'm really thankful for all ye people who read this and make themselves known (ie, Jas and HK and Rox cough cough why dont more ppl comment cough cough phlegm!) and yeah, real thankful. I really apologise for the long waiting time twixt the updates, please please bear with me (not that you can do anything else ^^ but thats not the point) cos I really put a whole lot of effort into this, and all that, I want this to be quality work, so sorry! I hope you appreciate this, thanks a mil to everyone and all!

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Btw, my writings are really cliche, aren't they? *sigh* Wish I could be original. Ah well. So, thanks once again. btw, just had a random thought, if anyone needed a prompter to write, here's one: collapse.

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