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Kara looked over at Louise as she began to re-awaken, "master, she's waking up!" Afracarnus who had now fallen asleep next to her was jolted awake by Kara's news he automatically gazed at the waking beauty before him; Lienbow then clicked his fingers, as Afracarnus was otherwise engaged, and John woke up abruptly. "What, who, why, wait… what? I was kissed then I was asleep?" "Yeah sorry about that, you're just so annoying," explained Kara. "Oh I don't mind, if being annoying gets you to kiss me Kara, I need to practice," replied a still mildly dazed John, Kara laughed, "ok you manage to get more annoying and I'll, kiss you whenever, y

     "Is it true that the Narz skin the soles from the feet of their dead?" Keeve gulped, fingering the stiff collar of his leather armour.     "That it is little brother, but only those they consider to be enemies."     "Bryce – do the Narz consider us to be their enemy?"     "You and I? No, no. We are wardens of the Raighl clan. Keepers of the 'Old Ties'. Tribal barbarians or not – the Narz will hold to their alliance with the Keltir clans and the Vikir people.     "Maybe so, but then why is that one eyeing my feet?" Keeve declined his head in an almost imperceptible nod, indicating one of the two tribesmen stationed befor

After saying this, Afracarnus slowly closed his fist, the inferno that had engulfed his mansion simply withered until there was no flame. However, the mansion was, somehow, unscathed by the fire. Afracarnus and Ozai began to circle to each other and so did Kara and Selena, under the moonlit sky. Ozai stood to his full height, from under a furrowed brow he held a gaze with piercing blue eyes. "Hmm, you managed to release her, without killing her, impressive yet reckless, foolish even but still, impressive," upon saying this Ozai, drew his sword so it could be heard scraping against the inside of its sheath, "Perhaps you have underestimated

I did something different today. I walked with my thoughts. My faithful MP3 player died shortly after I left the house, its useless battery allowing most of one final song play before giving it up as a lost cause. After seriously considering returning home and letting it charge for a while before heading out, I decided to walk without it. And so, for the first time in quite a while, it is just me and my mind that walk together, hand in hand. I leave the lyrical messages crooned by Nine Inch Nails - God is dead and no one cares – and yelled by Mammal - We've been hung up on computers, chat rooms, bills and china dolls – far behind

Teenage life is hard enough as it is. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't give you the answer. I don't think anyone can. Some people would blame the parents, others the media, but I think it's something more than that. And I promise you something, if I knew the reason, I'd be the first to explain it. In the last generation, and those before it, social circles used to be divided more or less by race. Now I'm not saying adults or anyone else are racist, but in my eyes everyone used to be labelled black, Caucasian or just under the afterthought heading of 'foreign.' Sure, with the developing age some people count Asians as their own group, but