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September 28All stories start with once upon a time. I’d like to say that this is not one of those stories… however, that would mean that I would be lying. This story needs to start – has to start this way. So, let us begin…September 28
Once upon a time, there lived a King and Queen. As with most Kings and Queens, their thoughts were constantly on dynasty building and establishing a base of power. This was unfortunate for this particular King and Queen, all their attempts at gaining the children needed to solidify their throne had come to naught. This meant that they ruled a kingdom which teetered on the edge of civil war also
by ~007-tatterdemalion
August 17There was a whistle of sound and Tha’rin ducked instinctively. Huddling close to the ground, he looked around, and spotted the bolt, buried in the trunk of a tree, still quivering. He pressed closer to the ground and slipped silently under a nearby bush. He had been the top of his class at hiding himself at Kal’irra, one of the only skills that he had excelled at above and beyond Shay’ae’rin, which he had always thought strange. Most had claimed that it was Shay’ae’rin’s distinctive white hair, however Tha’rin had never believed that since his own hair was a very obvious silver, which tendedAugust 17
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July 2Ever since the teacher had told Kael’s ‘guardian’ that Kael needed to be dropped off at the classroom each day, she got more and more confused. Luka Smith, Kael’s ‘guardian’ was not the only person to pick him up and drop him off. One day it was a beautiful young woman who had seemed to be wearing a pleated school skirt with some massive shoes. That same day, after school, it was a guy so gorgeous he had to have had something done, wearing a large flowing white shirt and a pair of tight jeans. One day Kael would turn up on the motorbike as accompanied by a ratty looking man wearing a grease stained t-shirt and jeJuly 2
by ~007-tatterdemalion
July 1MFJuly 1
Luka stepped out of the house, holding the door open for Kael to follow him. He could have left the child with Nathaniel, who was not going to do any form of work today, but he doubted that Nathaniel would provide good company, completely unconscious as he was. Plus there was no telling what Kael might get up to in the house. Luka didn’t really trust the house; it was always holding back a few surprises.
There was a harsh silence about the club in the middle of the day. The quiet ebb and flow of the employees who were cleaning and resetting the tables and restocking the bar ready for the night’s t
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