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“So let me get this straight,” tiff said once the others had finished telling their story. “You,” she pointed at adeleine, “are from another world and daroach went after the brooch of yours, not knowing who has given you the captain turned nutcracker for christmas and he tried to kidnap you, but he couldn’t because your brooch has some freaky magic and now you are on a quest to defeat the squeak king for good, without an army backing you up?” “The army’s coming tomorrow,” metaknight explained, “But yeah, that’s pretty much it” The rebel nodded “Things in this land keeps getting stranger and stranger. I mean daroach gets that Freaky magic and turns the queen into a horrifying monster and now this!” “I’ve been meaning to ask,” said Adeleine “What’s the deal with that brooch?” “daroach didn’t have this much power,” metaknight replied grimly “after the fairy queen and I announced our engagement, daroach forced the witch sisters to tell him where to find the bell. The legend says that

metaknight glanced around. “Strange. The cappies has lived in this area for generations. My guess is that daroach either captured them or ran to avoid capture” adeleine looked at him “Why would he want to capture them?” “Before I was banished, daroach bragged about making everybody his slave, not because he needed any, but for his own amusement. He even showed me two colorful sisters in chains, claiming them as his own personal fortunetellers” “Fortunetellers?” “ He said they can conjure the spirit of the dreams and see the future. He forced her to tell him how to work on his own magic. No doubt that’s how he found you” He shook his head sadly “If that’s what he’s doing to her, who knows what he’s making other folks so?” he looked at adeleine and then up at the a large tree adeleine went up and grabbed a red cheeked apple that had captured her interest. She was on the tip of her toes as she grasped it. When she tried to pluck it off the branch however, it wouldn’t budge, as if

“Oh my,” adeleine shivered as she and her friends walked through the tunnel. “It’s so dark” The girl quietly apologized and gazed fearfully into the darkness. She gripped the nutcracker’s arm tighter with no intention of letting go and losing herself in the dark tunnel. How much further? She whispered metaknight shrugged. “I honestly don’t know” he leaned closed “Don’t worry, mistress. By my honor, I will keep you from harm” adeleine blushed and admired how handsome the nutcracker looked in the dim light. Then she frowned when she remembered he was engaged. To a Queen, no less That was really what bothered her about this quest. Not the fact that she was facing an awful tyrant, but that the prince charming joining her already had a love. Of course, she had no intention of pursing a man that was taken, but didn’t the heroine of every fairy tale get the prince in the end? If the nutcracker had the queen, what did make adeleine? “I see a Light!” ribbon announced, pointing

In the wall was a tiny mouse hole, and from it came an army of mice, small mouse-like creatures that are simple in appearance. Their bodies are shaped similar to that of a tadpole's and they will either be seen colored red, blue, yellow, or green. Their faces are a peach color and they have two shiny eyes and a mouth. They have two large ears on the top of their heads. Squeakers lack limbs, and have small tails. They were just fluffy little mice like creatures that smell of cinnamon. They marched quietly into the cellar and shushed each other whenever the floor creaked. Then a large mouse emerged from the hole, taller as his army A towering rat with gray fur dressed in a long jagged red cape. Around his neck, he has a gold bell that appears to be holding up his cloak. His face is shaven and has yellow eyes with dark gray circles around them, above them are thick eyebrows. Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and round, floating

It was the eve of Christmas and the streets of Town were quiet. The snow fell silently on the sidewalk as the light in every shop window went out. Everyone had gone home to their families to prepare for the festivities The only living soul out tonight was a tall dark figure draped in a black hooded cape. The crunch of his shoes in the snow was the only sound to be heard; unless you had a good enough ear to hear the snowflakes touch the ground The old man’s face was serene, his eyes focused on the path ahead of him, making occasional glances to the brightly wrapped packages tucked in his bag. He stopped in front of a building that was an orphanage in a state of disrepair. The windows were dark like the orphans had fallen asleep. The old man smiled and looked at his baggage “Now everything falls into place” --------------------------------------------------- Inside the Orphanage, the orphans are asleep in their cold rooms. Hidden in a tiny closet however,a young girl was putting

In the early morning darkness of West Virginia, a man was flattening sod onto a freshly-made burial mound. He had been at it since parking his rental truck hours earlier, yet he could see a sliver of the sun's light over the horizon, signaling that time was running out. As he stood back up, Jay stretched his worn-out muscles, wiped the thick paste of sweat off his face, and surveyed his work. Oh, thank God, I put the sod on right," Jay sighed with relief. Stepping away from his work, he started to walk back to the truck, ready to head home. Part of him wanted to collapse in the front seat and sleep for several hours, maybe even the entire day. However, he knew that the moment he relaxed, he would accumulate new problems. A patrolling police officer could catch him loitering, or some mythical do-gooder could show up thinking he was in distress, or worse, the mound could collapse, making him have to rework the entire thing. He groaned at the thought of having to fix and reshape it

So, I just received the body. The only things I knew beforehand were that the deceased was a prominent athlete and that his murderers were sending him to me. I don't know whether they murdered him due to his skills or other unknown reasons, but I don't need to know. However, judging by the stab wound and the third-degree burns, I'm willing to bet it was somewhat personal. Fortunately for them, so long as I get paid, I won't ask questions. And boy, did I get paid this time. Apparently, the people who commissioned me are extremely wealthy since they somehow managed to buy an Amazon truck look alike to deliver the body discreetly, as well as throw in a fat envelope of unmarked bills. And I'm not going to lie, I was slightly impressed. Not only from the fake Amazon truck but how much they gave me. I have enough to pay off the rent, for the materials for this burial, and a bit