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 | A Stranger Tale of Goldrun: Part OneThe Halloween Bori sprinkled a few herbs into the camp fire that made it flare and change colour to an acid green that illuminated the bright face paints smeared across the creature's skull. The Bori stood up, grasping a gnarled staff in his hands, and began to chant as he slowly danced around the fire. Local Petpets stopped in their nocturnal business to watch and listen, and above them even the desert stars seemed to be waiting, as if the Bori's actions were important.
by herdygerdy |  | Hannah's Untimely Dawn: Part OneHannah clung to her grandfather, fear prickling her fur into many spikes as she stared at the abyss at her feet. Frothy and alive, it churned and moaned, its black surface revealing no hint of the wonder beneath it. Looking at the sky was little better—it too was pregnant with energy and rain, pulsating with none save the bleakest colors.
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"Kursak" by mabi1234
Kursak was born in a small farming village near the kingdom of Meridell. His family taught him everything he needed to know about having an honourable, hard-working life.
Son, it is important that you work hard all your life, no matter what your goals might be. If you do so, you will be much closer to fulfilling them'', his father would say.
The road may be long, but never lose hope, and always remember that you have a place to return'', Kursak frequently heard his mother say.
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First, something in my head went dark, like the wires to the festival lights were lopped off at all ends. Propulsion seized, the fireworks tipped over halfway into the sky. Then there was that lingering moment, a silence of about five seconds or so, as the lights in my thoughts fizzled out into stars, and I was left with these dim, glassy husks of those thoughts, wondering what had changed.
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