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	Darigan Overlords The shadowy figures slunk through the dank tunnels. As the sludge dripped off their daggers and spears, they trudged higher and higher. They reached the hidden gate and cast the spell that would open the enchanted gate. by grimmbones7
	Intergalactic Message The story of a pair of grundos by hatsuomi
	Battle at Sea The dainty paws’ of the infamous pirate captain Rowan pats against the deck of the faded walnut color of the wooden deck, as she peeks through the clear crystal telescope that fits in her paw perfectly. by dragonshadez

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"Change Needs Growth:Part Two" by jehtredmonkey
"It's been a while, right, Patrick?" Nash, the red Psimouse, spat out the words. "What do you want, Nash?" Patrick, the Psimouse with a green sparkling hat, tensed up. "You have been running from me for too long. I knew you were hiding in Unishire, but I also knew that you would come out to play again, just like how we would play when we were little." Nash snickered. Patrick grew uncomfortable. "What do you want, Nash?" The red Psimouse merely broadened his smile and walked closer to Patrick. Patrick took a few steps back, but allowed Nash to come up to him. "Isn't it funny that Shane had you go instead of Mordecai?" Patrick was appalled by Nash's knowledge. "They wanted you to leave because they wanted to get rid of you. Mordecai the hero is now on his way to do everything himself." "No. Mordecai believes in me." Patrick reassured himself. "No, Mordecai believes in Mordecai. Do you think he could tolerate saving the world while you were running wild? He devised a master plan to get you out of Unishire and think you were saving your home, when really he gathered enough data to go and fix everything himself. You are being used." Nash strolled around Patrick casually as he filled Patrick's ears with venomous ideas. "Mordecai… believes in me." Patrick persisted. "Fine. Believe what you want. I am not going to chase you this time. I want you to see it for yourself. You have been lied to again. No one trusts you and that is because of what you are." Patrick was enraged. He clenched two fire motes and hurled one after another as Nash bounded off to a great distance. "See you sooner than you would wish for." Nash's grin crawled up to a creepy smirk. He summoned a smoke mote and launched it onto the ground. Patrick hurled more fire motes into the smoke hoping one would land on the red Psimouse. The smoke dissipated and Nash was gone, evidence of missed fire motes trailed behind the spot where Nash once stood.

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