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Started September 05, 2018 by @Nomadicd20 group

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(I saw this and this response on Pinterest lol)
"Dude," your brother says, appearing in the doorway. "Stop dropping stuff."

She dropped one of the glass balls in a gasp. Quickly going to the floor she starts picking up all the pieces and starts muttering, "No, no, no…." Then suddenly, a puff a smoke infiltrates the air. Looking up she sees a person and screams, "OMG! A GENIE!"
The person frowns, "I'm not a genie"
She continues to yell, "But you came out of that glass ball!"
"Still not a genie."
"You came out in a puff of smoke!"
"Stop."
"You literally have genie-like clothes on!"
"I said stop."
"I mean, how can you not be a ge-"
"STOP! I am not a genie."
She sits quietly, "Then what are you…?"

Haha nice

Week 29: The king stumbled from his throne and collapsed to the floor in an empty chamber.

(Sorry I missed last week, I was really busy)

Sam's face was getting numb. Probably not a good sign. He smiled and nodded and shook hands, but if they didn't leave soon he would have to make them.
The current nobleman - Sam couldn't even remember his name - peered curiously at Sam's face. "My king, are you feeling ill?"
Sam laughed again, shook the man's hand, dismissed him without bothering to reply. There were eleven nobles left, standing in a neat line with their frilly hats and silky collars bobbing at him impatiently. He didn't think he could make it. He honestly didn't think he could make it.
He raised his hand, scraped in a deep breath, and was about to make them leave, when there came a loud gonging outside, followed by a thud. Someone was ringing the bell.
The nobles froze for a second, like deer, caught between the tug of the crown and the pull of the ancient bell. The woman at the end of the line took a halting step backward, then whirled and took off at a headlong sprint toward the echoing sound, followed by the rest of the herd.
Sam stayed where he was. He looked down at his hands expressionlessly. They were pale and weak, but they held still.
He thought Ryrie had gone for good.
He would not think about that right now.
The peaceful silence lasted only a second. The floor vibrated as the metal door was battered down. Footsteps approached, heavy and scuffing at first, then light and smooth. "Get up," Ryrie said, already at his side. She didn't wait for a response. He was lifted up and set on his feet, away from the silver throne. He staggered as soon as she let go, tripped, overcorrected, and fell on his chest in the silent room. Ryrie showed no sign of concern, but it was quite clear to him, for once. He couldn't help but start to smile. She dropped down and made him wrap his arms around her. "Are you serious? Why would you do this? Do you have thoughts?" She sounded so insulted.
They made it to the gaping door and out on the empty streets. In the distance, angry shouts were beginning to grow, but for now they could get away.
What had happened to Mikado?
Didn't matter. Ryrie pulled him into the split between the throne building and the next one over, the prison. Duskan - Sam - had always, always hated having to sit right beside the kingdom's worst criminals, but at least not all of them were criminals. Probably Ryrie had marched right in and ordered them to get her this car. Idiot.
He was sat down in the small vehicle waiting there before he could ask where they were even going to go. They skidded down the sunny road, took too many turns, took more turns, and he started to feel the pain. His stomach rose. He leaned on the door stonily. The sun had disappeared a long time ago, but the streets looked glowing and golden to him. Ryrie glanced over quickly and sped up. The city was far behind them. But he had just been looking at golden streets. He was getting confused, so he closed his eyes, but then he started to feel nauseous, and the car had stopped.
Ryrie had taken Duskan away from the city. He might not have done something so dangerous, but here he was, and here was the doctor, and here was the bed and the hands and the blankets. He was not weak, and he was not going to die, he was just tired. He closed his eyes, warm.

thumbs up nice

Roshiel pushed himself up, only to fall down again, he faintly heard the sound of Taca asking if he was okay. The next thing he knew she was right next to him, calling for the healers. He tried to stay conscious, but was rapidly falling into a void. The poison was kicking in full force, and he couldn't stop it, there was probably only one person that could even remotely slow it down, and he was AWOL. He woke slightly at one point, hearing Taca give orders like a boss. She was normally quiet and kind, the quiet queen that everyone loved, but when she had a mission she could give out orders like a drill Sargent.
She was trying to find him, she was sending out people in every direction in the hope to find Tolkalee. He smiled, what a hopeless attempt. You didn't find Tolkalee unless he wanted to be found, not even the technology from earth in the year 4092 could find him. They had tried and failed, and only trained Tolkalee to hide better. As if he wasn't hard enough to even remotely locate. Roshiel vowed to hunt down Tolkalee as a ghost and haunt him for the rest of his life if he didn't turn up somewhere.
He wondered what Tolkalee was doing, probably in some hidden home making some new cure for a sickness, and writing it in a book. That or he was on a different planet trying to save it as he had done several times apparently. He'd told Roshiel many of the stories he had to share, quite amusing and fun. Maybe he was writing that book that Roshiel had requested.
Suddenly the thought of death saddened Roshiel greatly. There were still so many things he wanted to do. He wanted to have children with Taca, and he wanted to visit the different planets that Tolkalee had told him of. He didn't want to go, at the same time he still refused to die with a frown. His enemies would not kill him and win a sad death. He would go out with a smile no matter what. But man he hated going out like his father had, on a bed doing nothing, he would so have rathered go out like his brother had. On the battle field in a blaze of glory, oh he had such delusions of ways to go. And he knew that his brother was sitting there in confusion at what he wanted to go out like. He could just hear him.
"Blaze of glory like me??!! I died trapped in a cave, and no one even knew I was a prince. How is that going out in a blaze of glory???"
This was his life, thinking about what his late brother would be saying, and what his friend might be doing, while he died. What an exciting life he had. It was for a bit, he went under cover, fought massive wars, fought odds that were unimaginable, found the love of his life, ended up the king of his land, and was best friends with a man who had faced far worse than what he had just listed. Pity his best friend wouldn't be able to save him this time. It was a good life now that he really thought about it. He was still sad to go. There were so many things he still wanted to do. Yet he couldn't complain that he had a boring life. Not everyone could say that they fought giants… or leaves. But we don't talk about that.
Roshiel woke again, still in his room, still feeling like garbage.
"Well, he actually wakes up," someone next to him said. Roshiel turned his head in shock.
"Tolkalee," he whispered.
"No, I thought it was John Cena," Tolkalee replied sarcastically.
"Wow I have never seen you that sarcastic," Roshiel commented. "So you came to say good bye?"
"No," Tolkalee said slowly. "But I did come to tell you to take it easy for at least a week, but the poison should have worked it's course by then."
"How?" Roshiel tried to sit up. "There was no cure."
"You're right, there wasn't when you were given the poison, there is now however," Tolkalee replied. "I also came to let you know that I did finally start that book on my life, it will take a long while but I should be able to get the whole thing on paper."
"That's awesome," Roshiel laid back, he was starting to lose consciousness again.
"Get some rest my friend, Taca has everything under control, and if she doesn't well I hope you're okay with your kingdom turning to chaos for a week. Night, I have some other patients to tend to, adios."
And with that Tolkalee was gone. He seemed more busy than normal, Roshiel smiled though. He wasn't going to die, unless Tolkalee was just saying that to make him not sad when he died. He was always cutting things close, that's what made Roshiel like him so much.

Cool. I like that John Cena is still a meme in 4092.

Week 30: “Why on earth would you let her in?”

I slam the door shut, panting. Falling down to the floor I feel like I want to pass out. Looking towards Issac we both just stare at each other. Suddenly, the door jolts open a bit and there is a loud bang. My head tilts towards the ground as I use all my strength to push the door back and keep it that way. Issac quickly then gets up and helps out. As we keep the door shut scratches can be heard behind it.
Once it stops and we have a small moment of silence I quickly say, "Why?"
"What? Issac looks at me confused.
"Why on earth would you let her in?!" I say loudly. Issac stares at his feet, and I can tell he feels guilty. I still push him harder though. "You knew she was dangerous and that if she ever figured it out she would turn us in. Yet you still chose to trust her!" I start say, slowly starting to scream. "YOU let her in and now we have two dogs right behind this door, ready to pin us down and let them take us back! YO-"
Mumbling Issac says, "Stop. I know you wished I listened to you. And you know, why do you always have to be right? Why can you never actually trust me on some things?!" I go quite, startled by sudden his outburst. He then laughs, "It's funny, you're just like your mother, stupid, jealous, and stubborn. No wonder sh-" I hit him on leg and he gasps in pain.
I then quickly look to the side, holding back my tears. He knows why I can't trust him, he knows why I hate him, he knows that he just hurt me again, and he knows that he enjoyed too.

Located in god-knows-where, was a house. To humans, it was more like a maze. Itegnnu currently took residence there - she was working with Acigokon at the moment. However, she was currently fuming when she saw who at just arrived. Acigokon only lifted the corners of his mouth, revealing his sharp, black needle like teeth, knowing by her tense body structure and her curled lips, also revealing her pearly white teeth.
“Why on earth would you let her in?” She hissed towards Acigokon.
“Oh no, I didn’t let her in,” Acigokon paused; Itegnnu could hear the humour in his voice, “she let herself in. You know my sibling, don’t you?”
“We’re not exactly on friendly terms since she decapitated me a few million years ago.”
“Oh my,” Acigokon laughed. “You still don’t forgive her for that?”
“I swear if you don’t do something about her, I’ll disembowel you and leave you for Vryllost.”
Acigokon stopped laughing at the moment of Vryllost’s name. “You dare mention his name here?”
“Are you really one to believe simple rumours? That his name will alert him of your location? I would have expected more from the god of antimatter himself.”
With a sigh, Acigokon nodded. “I can’t get her to leave right now, but she won’t be coming with us. Because if she does, then I’ll trap her in a black hole. It’ll take her a little bit to escape that.”
Itegnnu seemed to smile, or as much as a smile you could get from a creature like her. She did not like her one bit. Not one bit.

"Why on earth would you let her in?" the counsel member shouted at Tolkalee. Taca felt her face get hot and she realized to late that she'd stepped behind him. Tolkalee wasn't phased at all by the counsel member's harshness. He also didn't seem to be afraid of what the man could do to Tolkalee. Then Taca remembered that Tolkalee was also Hosea, aka the Demon Warrior. Made sense that he wasn't scared of this man, he could kill him in an instant if he wanted. However Taca was a human, these were elves in an Elvin meeting, she wasn't supposed to be here.

"Lavor's important jiak bebefori lavor's ul ni kor ul prophecy," Tolkalee said calmly. In his own tongue so Taca had no clue what he'd said. (But you will because here's the translation, "She's important, I believe she's the one from the prophecy.")

"Kigija saib olk be true, kigiji ku ij girl," the counsel member spat in disgust. (Translation, "That can not be true, this is a girl." little sexist jerk.)

"And so is the best ninja you have," Tolkalee spat back in the language that Taca understood. "You just won't acknowledge her as it. Get out of your own head and accept it. You've seen the same signs I have, you can not deny it. She is and if you will not allow her to tell you what she believes to be the best course of action than you will accept that you will lose your best healer for the rest of this war."

Taca knew that Tolkalee was playing a completely different part in front of these people, and that really he was a general for an army, but even she didn't think he was this harsh. They were in the middle of a huge war, and he was their best healer. "You are not allowed to back out now, and you know what will happen if you do. You also know that you don't even have the authority to back down yourself," the counsel man snapped.

"I can, I will, and-" Tolkalee ripped the little patch that was on his hoodie and threw it to the ground. "I did," he turned and walked past Taca, out of the room. There was silence, and Taca wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't suppose to be here, but now she was unsure if she should follow Tolkalee. She was standing in the middle of a room full of people she didn't know, by herself now.

"What is your name young lady?" a new voice asked from a different part of the room. It was quiet and seemed more calm and laid back. Taca searched the room and found the owner of the voice so that she could talk to them. It was another female, but something was off about her. She wasn't looking at Taca at all, just in her general direction.

"My name is Taca Zictoria soldier of the Southern Farmlands," she answered, after taking a breath.

"And why are you in the forest of Rothe, that's an awfully long way to travel for one soldier," the woman questioned calmly.

"I wasn't originally alone, my whole platoon was traveling with me here to request assistance from you people," Taca replied.

"Then where is the rest of your platoon?"

"They were all killed in a battle, I would have been killed as well if not for Tolkalee's healing capabilities," Taca was being careful not to give away Tolkalee's secret. Silence settled on the room again. Taca realized that everyone was looking at her now, she wanted to sink into the floor. She hated being the center of attention. The woman stood up and let her gaze sweep the room.

"I think that we can all see that this girl is indeed the one from the prophecy," her voice was raised so that everyone in the room could hear her. "The end of the war is drawing close."

"I don't know, okay?" I stared intensely at my feet.
"You hate them!"
I did not reply. I should hate them. I should definitely hate her, but for some unknown reason…
"Look at me!" My chin was forcibly pushed upwards. "Answer your superior! Why would you let her in?"
The banging, which had paused for a moment, suddenly resumed. My eyes flicked up to the steel door, then quickly returned to my feet. She should have gotten out by now.
"I can see one of the halfbloods being fooled, maybe, but you have to tell me why you of all people would let that monster inside." The superior, Sandrin Eras, backed off and smiled patiently. Back to Good Cop. "Mika. It is a monster. You know that."
I hummed quietly, monotone. Could I do anything? Maybe, probably not. Would I do anything?
The other soldiers shifted restlessly. They didn't understand me either. I was a pureblood, not a monster like their captive. I was a traitor and a coward - I should be completely loyal to the Creator. My mouth should have been firing off answers an hour ago. Everyone was getting tired of me.
The superior's ears twitched, just barely. "Mikado Huahiro. You will answer your superior, or you will die. Why did you help the creature?"
"That, I don't know," came the clearly human answer from behind the metal door.

Sorry I’ve been really busy

Week 31: Broken glass and paperwork littered the floor of the Queen’s study.

Is this what shock feels like?
His father hadn't said anything in a long time. Rep knew that he'd been standing here for so long it would hurt when he moved, and he still wasn't sure when that would be. His father was clearly panicking, once-tan face now pale and straining, and the situation was obviously dire, but Rep had been standing for so very long. He felt as stiff as an old man, but as scared as a toddler.
Am I in pain?
He was gripping a piece of broken glass in hand. Broken glass, broken glass, broken glass…glass was made from melted sand…sand so bloody…he gripped the glass very hard. It had come from one of the huge, pink windows. He had no idea why his mother would put fragile glass windows in her old room, but they were pretty and soothing.
Do I feel cold?
His mother, dear mother. She was such a good mother, even if she was awful at playing dead. Repere turned his head just slightly to peek at her, holding still on the floor right behind him. She looked really cold. He turned his head the other way, just to look for a blanket.
Am I dizzy?
His back wailed at him as he moved half an inch. He was trying to bend over. His arms slowly came up, one to wrap around his stomach and sides, one to wrap around his throat and mouth. He did feel sick, yes. A crystal clink as the glass dropped out of his hand. His father didn't look up as a book hit Rep's jaw, stiffly hurling precious documents onto the floor.
I'm okay.

Wow.

Wow.

You sure said it

The young lady walked into her room holding her favorite book. Once she turned and closed the door she looked around. Bang. Dropping her book she stands in shock. Broken glass and paperwork littered the floor of the young queen's study. Confused she begins to slowly pick up the papers. One by one they spell out two words. R-U-N-N-O-W. The queen held the papers, looking out towards the broken window. Run now… She takes a sharp breath. They found me.

Running towards her back secret door the queen starts to gather her things. "I can't believe they found me," she mumbles. Putting all her necessary belongings in her trunk she finally gets out the door. Starting to run down the old tunnel she passes by many other doors and tunnels, not knowing what they would lead to. About ten minutes later she makes it to the door that leads out of the kingdom. Placing her hand on the tunnel wall she whispers one thing, "I know you won't miss me but either way, goodbye…" She smiles sadly and opens the door, letting her latest home -and maybe even life- go.
She runs out the door in a hurry and goes to the woods, the wind whipping her braided hair around. Still confused she passes three tall trees.
Passing by more trees she then finds the river. Stopping and sitting down she takes out a bottle and fills it. Once done she stands up, takes a sip of water, and continues on her journey.
Climbing a mountain the young girl looks out over the horizon. I forgot nature can be beautiful. She turns around and continues on, heading into more trees. Where in the world is the next village?! Stopping after ten minuets she places a hand on a tree. Suddenly the tree grabs her.
"I told you to run, not walk," A voice says.

–

The child wakes up in a jolt, hearing a scream in the night.

Week 32: Those annoying songs stuck in your head all the time are a built in defense against mind readers.

"Shut up!" I say instinctively. Max does this stuff so much it's annoying. Now he's gone for the 'I'm serious this time, Jenen!' approach.
"I'm serious this time, Jenen!" he says hoarsely.
"Are you feeling alright?" I say instead. He's pale and sweaty.
He doesn't reply. He starts to quickly hum the tune to Barbie's theme song. I have no idea how he would know it.
M Kulen cruises past, turning his head to ogle Max, who is still humming in Barbie. "Shut up," I say again. "People are staring. Come on."
"I'm a Barbie girl!"
I start to pull him down the hall to his next class. "Fine. How could anyone possibly read your mind?"
"You can brush my hair!"
"Like, how would it be physically possible?"
"I don't know! Get me out of here!" Max twists out of my grip. "And dress me everywhere!"
I lunge for him again, but he dodges away, then freezes again. "You're not being very convincing this time, buddy." Previously, he'd been trying to convince me that the red spot on my arm was from a vampire bite.
I'm not a gullible person. But he isn't a good liar, and this is getting me concerned. Not that there might be mind readers lurking around here, but for his mental health.
Max's voice is starting to wobble. He has his eyes closed. "Jenen. You know I don't have anywhere to go. Do I look like I'm joking?"
"How do you know?" I say finally.
He shakes his head stiffly. His legs start to move back toward the closest exit. I stand still for a moment, then follow. He doesn't have a car or any friends, he wouldn't have turned to the dumb blonde always nice to everyone if he did. I don't understand what's got him so scared.
We make it out of the school. Max picks up speed. "Let's go party!"
I start to hesitantly sing along with him as we reach my car. "Where are you even going to go?"
"Away," he says blankly.
"Where?"
"I can't think about it. They're listening! Imagination, life is-"
"I'm going to take you to a mental hospital right now." We're at a stoplight. The old lady in the car next to me cranes her neck to watch Max. She rolls down her window.
Max's fists hit the dashboard. "I can't talk right now, okay? Does it look like I can talk? Everyone is listening!" He starts to hyperventialte, still trying to choke out the song.
"Stop singing that! Why are you singing?" I jerk my thumb at the old lady, foot tapping violently. "Is she listening? Some harmless old lady?" He's gone insane. I feel bad for him, but he's scaring me too now.
"Come on, Barbie!"
I turn toward the mental hospital as the lady tilts her head like a bird.
"Let's go party!"

(hopefully this was ok)