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Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of land and sea. This kingdom's citizens consisted of two races. There were the humans who believed in the flexibility of mind and matter, and the mermaids who believed in perfection and greatness.

In this kingdom, there was a mage who could transform those who truly wanted to do so in their hearts from one race to the other.

The mermaids were a bit stuck-up in that they didn't like to spend much time with the humans, for they saw the humans as imperfect and unclean. However, they did encourage the humans to go see the mage and join their more perfect race. Mostly for this purpose, the mermaids would associate with the humans and rarely even made good friends with one or two humans.

In this kingdom, there was a young mermaid who was fascinated with the humans. Her older sister was far more conservative-thinking and disapproved of nearly all things human, but she didn't seem to mind listening to the young mermaid talk about her fascinations with the human world. The humans had strange instruments they played called "wodwind instruments," which she discovered wouldn't work underwater. The humans had an odd kind of movement to music they called "dancing" that was more intricate and beautiful that when mermaids moved to music. It was all so beautiful and fascinating to her.

One day while the young mermaid was watching the humans, some children invited her to come play with them. She was hesitant because she had been warned of the dangers of associating with humans, but they seemed so harmless. She decided it wouldn't hurt to play with the humans. She eventually realized that these humans were good people. The only difference between them and her mermaid friends was that they had legs instead of fins.

The young mermaid couldn't wait to go back and tell her mermaid friends of her new discovery. Her friends were shocked and appalled that she dared to compare them to humans. They warned her that the humans would lead her away from the way of greatness. Her sister was especially insistent, saying how much she loved her little sister and didnt want to see her get hurt. The young mermaid apologized.

However, the young mermaid didn't want to give up her new friends since they seemed like good people. She decided to be careful and weary of the humans while she played with them. Again, she saw nothing wrong with the humans.

This time, afraid of further retribution, the young mermaid didn't talk about her new friends when she came home. Her sister was happy as ever to greet the young mermaid home. Her parents were pleased and voiced how pleased they were that she had overcome the temptation traps set up by the humans to draw her from her path to greatness and perfection. The young mermaid went to bed heartbroken, and she cried herself to sleep. Was there no hope for her in getting the other mermaids to believe her that the humans weren't all bad?

One day, the young mermaid thought she saw her dream come true when there was a massive beach party her parents took her to. Here, she saw mermaids and humans talking and playing together. One of her humans even offered to teach her to play a woodwind instrument on this occasion. She was overjoyed. It was also on this day that she decided she wanted to learn to dance like the humans as she watched them singing and dancing along the shoreline.

The young mermaid's friends were glad to help her learn to dance like they did, but an obvious problem quickly emerged: the young mermaid didn't have the legs to dance with. Her human friends suggested she go to the mage to get human legs if she wanted to learn to dance. The young mermaid became flustered and said that she couldn't. The humans didn't question her, and said they were sorry and didn't mean to upset her. They agreed to teach her to dance as well as they could with her fins.

The young mermaid was relieved to hear this and went home with questions swirling around her mind. Why didn't the humans care whether she was human or  a mermaid? Why was she afraid to become a human? After all, she had seen all of the people she knew and loved at the beach party, and they were all happy and enjoying the company of humans and mermaids alike. She contemplated this for a long while before she decided that she would go to see the mage the next day.

She went to see the mage, and he said he would be glad to help. He even gave her a long, green gown to wear when she turned into a human. The young mermaid was brimming with excitement and couldn't wait to show all of her friends. First, her human friends. Her friends were very happy for her, and offered to teach her any dance she wanted to learn. She told them that she wanted to learn to waltz, and so her human friends spent the rest of the afternoon dancing with her and teaching her how to move in step with the music. The young ex-mermaid felt more happy and free than she had ever felt before. When it was time to go home, she couldn't wait to show her mermaid friends and family what she had learned.

The mermaids, however, were not as welcoming as her human friends had been. They called her "impure," and her parents wouldn't allow her into the house with her human legs. Devastated, the young ex-mermaid took shelter in a cave for the night.

The next day, there was another joyous beach party. The young ex-mermaid ran out, happy to see everyone getting along and having fun. She greeted her human and mermaid friends. While her human friends smiled and returned her greetings, the mermaids who were once her friends pretended not to hear her. The humans exchanged confused looks. The young ex-mermaid turned away and left, feeling defeated. Then, she saw her sister talking to one of her human friends. They both looked so very happy talking to each other. The young mermaid's heart filled with hope once more. She went over to her sister. She greeted his sister with a bright smile and a wave. She opened her mouth to speak when her sister eyed her and looked the other way, her sister's previous smile vanishing as soon as she saw the ex-mermaid. The young ex-mermaid stopped, her smile faded, her hand dropped to her hand to her side, and stared at her sister with a look of disbelief.

Weren't they sisters? Hadn't they always gotten along so well? Hadn't her sister always believed in her before? Wasn't her sister a friend with the natural-born human she was talking to with such a bright smile on her face? In remaining human instead of seeking to be a mermaid, hadn't that human girl chosen to be human instead of a mermaid just as much as the young ex-mermaid? What was the problem?

The young ex-mermaid ran from the party with tears rolling down her face. When she was all alone, she fell to her knees, crying. A voice behind her asked what was wrong. When she looked, it was the mage.

"Please change me back!" the ex-mermaid begged.

"But you seemed so happy to have your human legs," the mage asked, "Are you displeased with my work?"

"No, it's not your fault," the ex-mermaid said, "But my own sister won't even look at me. I have to change back!"

"But is that what YOU want?"

"Huh?"

"Child," the mage said, "It sounds like you only think you have to change back because of other mermaids, but I can only change someone who truly wants to change in her heart. Answer me truthfully. Are you asking because you WANT to be a human in your own heart, or do you think you have to change because then your loved ones will talk to you again?"

The young ex-mermaid thought. She thought about her human friends, her mermaid friends, her family, and her sister. Most of all, she thought about dancing with her human friends, and tears rained off her cheeks as she cried, "I want to be human! But I also want to talk to my sister and laugh and play like we used to! I want to dance and sing and for everyone to get along!"

"If that is the case," the mage said, "Then I can not change you back," and walked away.

Feeling defeated, the young mermaid set her hands on the ground and sobbed. What was she supposed to do now?

A quiet voiced asked to help. When the young ex-mermaid looked up, one of her human friends stood before her. She said that she was worried when the ex-mermaid left looking so upset. She had heard everything. While she didn't have much, she could offer a roof over her head and a warm bed for her to sleep and a warm dinner to eat every day. She couldn't fill the shoes of the young ex-mermaid's older sister in her heart, but she could try to help fill and patch the hole in her heart. She offered a hand to the ex-mermaid, asking if that sounded okay.

Of course it did. The ex-mermaid took her hand, stood, and hugged her best friend. It felt good to have someone who loved her for who she was instead of what she was.

"Und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, leben sie nach Heute!"
The Lost Mermaid
It's a metaphor. For religion.

TN: "Und wenn sie night verstorben sind, leben sie nach Heute" is the German version of "And they all lived happily ever after. It literally translates as, "And if they haven't died yet, they're still alive today!" A  statement a bit obvious and redundant, but it felt more accurate for this ending.
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Many people who don't know, have questioned how the Windfield name got to hold such heavy weight if they've been in hiding since Death's Second Great War. There is, of course, the fact that Alice practically single-handedly started and won Death's Third Great War. However, this is simply how Alice got to be known as "Blood Alice." While this title specifically was imagined for a massacre Alice didn't commit herself, the ones responsible would tell you themselves that they did it for "Elder Sister," and still give Alice full credit. But this is beside the point. The Windfield family name was purposely spread during the 10th millennial Grand Interracial Tournament.

This tournament, as is common knowledge, is a tournament held every thousand years that features beings from the four great worlds: Death, Heaven, Earth, and the God's Realm. Those who believe they can win ultimately end up challenging a god's power- an act that can only end in untold multitudes of honor or death. You can enter with a team of up to 7 people. You win when every member of the opposite team is unconscious, admits defeat, or is dead. Aside from these, no real rules have been established. Mostly because the gods are lazy, but few dare to seriously challenge them.

Most who join the tournament from the world's below the God's Realm usually don't go to win, but to make names for themselves. The general plan being this: Show my power as much as I can in the eyes of the most powerful beings from the four great worlds, but admit defeat before challenging a god.

The Windfield team was unique from all of the others and stood out from the start for 2 reasons: Only 5 members instead of the full seven, and between the five of them, they had somebody with blood from each of the four great worlds. This was also the first team ever to feature a member of the human race.

The 5 members?

Emmett Windfield: 6'5". Team Captain. B-rank Dragon.
Alice Windfield: 5'6". Team's second-in-command. A-rank Nightmare, Aquatic Royal, descendant of the 3rd Immortal.
Kyle Windfield: 5'9". Team Pawn. C-rank Shadow, Guardian of Death.
Micah Windfield: 5'7". Team Knight. B-rank (Disputably A-Rank, but those from Heaven will argue against it since he was disgraced, and thusly demoted a rank, apparently) Archangel- cast out of heaven.
Lucium Windfield: 4'2". Team Substitute. E-rank human.

Naturally, people laughed:
"Who would be so foolish as to challenge the gods standing beside a human!"
"Those idiots couldn't even get enough people to join to make a full team!"
"That's Blood Alice, right? What the hell's she doing with a bunch of nobodies?"
"Wasn't that kid disgraced?"
"He thinks he's a dragon?! Doesn't he know those are extinct?!"
"I've never heard of that Guardian of Death. Are you sure he really is one..?"

"Say that to my face, you bastards!" Kyle exclaimed, "I am a Guardian in the name of Erubahn, the god of death!"

"Quit shouting," Alice groaned, "Nobody cares."

"Why don't you do something?!" Kyle turned to Alice, "Shut them up with that goddess-like fear aura of yours!"

Alice's red eyes turned to him and burned a hole in his soul, "Nothing about me is LIKE a goddess. I AM a goddess. Anyone who calls me a half-breed will get locked in a realm of his own fear."

"Uh huh," Kyle nodded with wide eyes, "Of course, of course."

"They'll all learn who they're messing with soon enough, "Emmett stated, "After this, nobody will dare to challenge a Windfield."

"Yes! We'll show them! We're gonna win this whole thing!" Lucium cheered.

"You're pretty confident," Micah observed, "Aren't you even a little scared..?"

"Why?" Lucium asked with an innocent smile.

"Standing within arm's reach of an A-rank trying to kill you?" Micah asked.

"I have nothing to fear with my brothers and sister beside me!" Lucium replied.

"Damn straight!" Alice agreed.

Micah sighed, "I hope you're right."

"Micah, we'll forgive you since you're the new newbie to this whole 'Windfield' thing," Kyle said as he put an arm around Micah's shoulders, receiving an odd look from the archangel, "But you should know that Windfields are undefeatable when they're together."

"Nobody is invincible," Micah stated.

"Like hell I'm not!" Alice turned her death glare to Micah, "If all else fails, FEAR BEATS ALL."

"Y-yeah!" Micah nodded, "Of course it does! Of course it does!"

When registration for entry closed, it took the coordinators only an hour to post who would be facing whom in the first round. A total of five rounds would be held. The winning team will be the only team to win all 5 rounds.

"Perfect!" Emmett grinned while looking at the board,  " We'll each get a turn!"

"Turn..?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.

Alice smirked, "I knew you'd do something like that."

Micah looked around with a puzzled expression, and Emmett explained, "Each round, we'll feature a different member of our team!"

"You mean fight ALONE?!" Kyle exclaimed.

Emmett chuckled, "Not alone. The rest of us will just support. Help in the background while whoever's up takes the spotlight. You'll be first."

"Me?" Micah looked at Emmett with wide eyes, "Why me..?"

Emmett pointed to the board, "Our first match is against the only team sent from Heaven. I'm guessing these seven are big-shots over there. You're going to prove that being cast out of Heaven hasn't diminished your power."

"Aah," Micah nodded.


~***~
ROUND ONE:
Heaven's Best vs. The Windfields


The team of angels eyed their opponents with mixed emotions: Yes! An easy win! But... Beating these small fries won't give us recognition...

Micah stood a good 5 steps ahead of the rest of his team, looking determined. His act would be his family's first statement. It had to be a bold one.

A loud buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the match.

Micah spread his black wings and look in a deep breath as the other angels did the same. Micah took to the air in order to get a good view. The angels twitched like they expected to take flight themselves.

"Whaddaya know?" Kyle folded his arms, "An archangel CAN take away the powers of lower angels!"

Blue flames surrounded Micah and spread until the circle of flames was about 50 feet in diameter. Then, Micah fell like a comet, flames crashing down on the opponents, leaving a crater in its wake. When the smoke cleared, Micah stood at the center of the crater. No sign of the others.

The crowd was dead silent until one angelic member of the crowd shouted, "Murderer!" The observers erupted into excited cheers at seeing the match take an unexpected turn.

Micah looked around, confused, "I'm not that cruel..."

A shadow in the crater beside Micah faded away and returned to Kyle. Where the shadow once was, seven angels stood, petrified with fear.

Micah glared at them, "I asked him to do that before the match. If you wish to continue and try to hurt my family, I'll be forced to repeat my attack without my brother's interference."

The team captain fell to his knees, muttered, "I apologize of this disgrace to our kind," and shouted, "We concede defeat! Heaven's Best surrender to the Windfields!"

Another round of applause erupted from the crowd.

After the match, the Windfields stood in front of the board, "We're up against a bunch of aquatics." Emmett looked back at Alice.

She glared at him with her arms folded over her chest and an eyebrow raised.

"Right, we should save you for a later round," Emmett said and thought, "Then, I suppose... I'll go."

Lucium looked up at her brother with alarmed eyes, "Against a bunch of aquatics?"

"Teach them not to underestimate a dragon," Alice said with a nod.


~***~
ROUND TWO:
Marine Knights vs. The Windfields


"I believe in you, Emmi!" Lucium cheered.

Emmett grinned.

"Isn't that guy the one who said he was a dragon?"
"Why is he standing in front against a bunch of aquatics..?"
"I knew he wasn't a real dragon!"

"Burn 'em like Anamerie's cooking!" Kyle joined in his little sister's cheering.

"Ready, Alice?" Emmett asked.

"Shut up and focus, idiot," Alice growled.

"Glad to hear it," Emmett said with a nod.

A bell chimed, signaling the start of the match.

Emmett's skin began to glow, the light spreading and taking a different shape.

"Now! Don't let him do whatever he's doing!" the apparent captain of the Marine Knights ordered. The team began to move in an organized, well planned formation, everyone drawing a sword.

"Thinking you can do such a long-winded attack!" another member of the other team shouted, "I'll kill you for looking down on us! How stupid do you think we are?!"

"Extremely," Alice muttered, raising a hand. The other team froze in its tracks. "I didn't need to raise my hand," Alice replied to the confused aquatics without being asked, "I just wanted you to know it was me. I am your rightful queen. I can control water. You idiots are 80% water. You cannot defy me." She paused and looked over at Emmett, "Aren't you done yet?"

The light around Emmett faded. In his place stood a dark dragon almost 30 feet tall. The dragon, Emmett, roared. The crowd erupted with excitement as Emmett's neck glowed like heating embers. The aquatic team stood frozen with a mix of fear and disbelief as hot flames surrounded them and drew closer.

"We surrender!" a voice cried amidst the flames, "The Marine Knights concede defeat! Stop!!"

The flames faded away. The other team was singed, but nothing seemed serious.

At the match board once more, Emmett furrowed his brow, "They're a bunch of E-ranks, but they're ghosts..."

"Ghosts..? How do immaterial beings fight..?" Micah asked.

"A more accurate question," Kyle remarked, "Would be, 'How do WE fight immaterial beings??' "

"It's a mental battle. We'll fight with fear," Emmett replied. All eyes turned to Alice.

She grinned, "Ghosts who can only fight by possessing people and spooking them into defeat. I'll show them what real horror feels like."

"Nobody's got a more horrific face than yours," Kyle said with a nod.



~***~
ROUND THREE
Fear Masters vs The Windfields


"There's a really creepy little girl," Kyle shivered, "They have a REAL little girl ghost! What the hell?! Ghosts shouldn't be real!"

Alice stretched her triceps by putting her elbow behind her head, "Shut up."

"Only putting up one person again?! You underestimate the power of fear!" one of the ghosts shouted.

"You under-utilize it," Alice murmured, staring down her opponents. The ghosts backed up a step instinctively.

Silence dominated the battlefield until a gong rang, signaling the start of the match.

The ghosts and Alice stared at each other. After a couple seconds, inquisitive murmurs floated through the crowd.

Micah looked over at the others, "Uh..."

"It's truly a mental battle," Emmett observed with a shrug.

"And nobody's more mental than Alice," Kyle remarked.

Micah started, "But how-"

All seven of the ghosts burst into painful shrieks. Lucium covered her ears. The images of two of the ghosts began bleeding from the eyes. Three others began clawing at their own skins. The last two dropped to the ground in a fetal position, holding their heads and twitching uncontrollably.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Not even eight seconds..? Even I lasted 14 before I started screaming."

Micah turned to him with one eyebrow lowered and his mouth hanging open. Several questions entered his mind, but none of them left his mouth.

"STOP! STOOOOOP!! MAKE IT STOOOP!!!" the ghosts began shrieking.

"That's hardly an admission of defeat," Alice raised a superior eyebrow.

"WE SURRENDER!" the ghosts began screaming. "LET US GO!" they cried.

"FEAR MASTERS CONCEDE DEFEAT!" the captain finally managed to get the words out, "BLOOD ALICE IS THE TRUE MASTER OF FEAR!!"

"There it is," Alice nodded and turned on her heel. She brushed past her silent family, and the other four followed, leaving behind a cheering crowd and seven devastated ghosts, trembling and crying on the ground. It would take more than time to cope with the horrors they were forced to face.

At the board once more, Emmett read aloud, "Seems we're facing 'The Godly Titans,' " he read on and summed it up, "Seems they're all gods."

"Perfect!" Kyle declared, "And it's finally my turn! Time to show the worlds what a Guardian of Death really can do!"

"So long as they don't squash you first," Alice muttered.

"I can do it!" Kyle exclaimed and turned to Emmett, "They're only titans! Those guys are brute strength, but that doesn't matter against a Shadow! You know that!"

Emmett sighed and nodded, "I did say everyone would get a chance to fight... If things start to go south, though, we'll all jump in."

"Aw, come on! Why am I the only one you remind of that?!" Kyle shouted.


~***~
SEMI-FINALS
The Windfields vs The Godly Titans


Kyle bounded to the front of the group and began throwing some fake punches to warm up, "I'm feelin' it today! I am so ready to kick some titan a-"

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen," a voice boomed above the crowd, "The Godly Titans have forfeited the match!"

"WHAT?!" Kyle shouted.

"The Windfields win the semi finals and move on to the finals! Congratulations!"

"What about my chance to shine!?!" Kyle shook a fist up at the sky.

Lucium patted him on the head, "It's okay, bro. We know you're a strong and capable fighter."

"I don't," Alice remarked.

"Why must you be so cruel at this time?" Kyle sniffled.

Alice gave him an odd look, "Are you crying..?"

"I wanted to shine!"


~***~
FINALS!
The Windfields vs The Champions



"Such a presumptuous team name," Micah said as they walked out to the battlefield.

"Overconfidence is always to the other team's advantage," Emmett said, "Whatever happens, people won't take the Windfield name in vain anymore."

"What do you mean 'whatever happens?' " Alice hissed, "We saved our trump for last. Nobody stands a chance."

"I just wanted to shine," Kyle mumbled.

"Quit blubbering," Alice smacked Kyle upside the head.

"Are you ready?" Emmett turned to their champion.

"I hope so," Lucium smiled with a nod.

Emmett ruffled her hair, "You have nothing to worry about."

Lucium looked up at her brother with her admiring eyes sparkling, "Okay!"

Across the field, a group of huge, muscular men stood, warming up by doing sit-ups, push-ups, stretches, or whatever else they felt necessary.

Lucium took in a deep breath and marched across the field by herself. Confused murmurs washed through the crowd. A few members of the audience laughed. The opposing team watched the little human cross the field. They looked around.

"Are you serious?!" one of them shouted.

"What are you doing over here?" another bellowed, "Your team is over there!"

"Go get the real competitors!"

"I am a real competitor," Lucium stated with a low tone. The usual sparkle about her personality had faded, leaving nothing but an emotionless, dead presence.

"Pff! Then you'd better pray to whatever god you believe in!"

"Yeah, maybe we'll spare your life!"

"Only one of the people out here will walk out alive," Lucium replied.

"You-" an opponent moved like he was about to punch her.

"Wait until the match starts! Have you no honor?"

Lucium watched the fired up opponent step back in a huff. Her gaze was unwavering.

A rooster crowed, apparently signaling the start of the match.

Lucium spun on her heel and sprinted the other way.

"What the-!"

More confusion and laughter burst from the crowd as Lucium rounded the field with the gods behind her, throwing bolts of lightning, flames, and explosions at her. However, Lucium had spent her whole life mastering the art of escape; nobody could run away like Lucium.

"Summoning!" Lucium shouted and raised a hand above her head, "Oh, great Sulphorous! Hear my prayer!"

"Is she actually praying to her god..?" one of the opponents asked.

Alice chuckled, "He is in fact her god, and hers alone."

"Mighty Sulphorous! Dragon god of life and death, I beg for your grace! Spare me!" she shouted and added with a whisper, "Please save me, Sulphy."

"She's kidding, right..?"

A ground-shaking roar sounded, and a large shadow descended over the field. With a loud thud, the dragon god Sulphorous stood 50 feet tall and more than twice that in length. Aside from the dragon's breaths, the entire arena had dropped to dead silence. Lucium climbed onto her baby's nose and gripped one of the black spines coming out of his head. Sulphorous roared again, knocking Lucium's opponents off balance.


"Never piss off a Windfield!" Lucium shouted. The dragon breathed black flames onto the creatures threatening the being he revered as his mother. Nothing within his flames was left alive. Where gods once stood, bones now laid.

Lucium stood atop her baby's head as the champion of the 10th millennial Grand Interracial Tournament.

While some may have chosen to murmur about "cheating" by using a being not a registered member of the team or calling in an extra person, it must also be pointed out that the Windfield family's team, even with Sulphorous, didn't exceed the limited number of team members. There is also no rule against summons or whom or what might be summoned. Either way, nobody was going to seriously dispute the issue with the 50-foot dragon god of life and death. As the tournament simulates normal challenges made every day, the fact also remains that Sulphorous would fight to the death to protect his Mommy, and he couldn't die. Can't kill death, can we?

And that is how the Windfield name got to hold such power.
How 'Windfield' Became Famous
Oh, Kyle... He never gets to do anything significant. He's just there to make odd remarks, anyway. His whole role in the world is simply to exist, ant not much more. 

I just made this up. It's nothing overly significant... Although, it does crack open the door for a discussion of "ranking" and why a being's rank is so important. As seen with Micah, many disagree with how rank is determined. Even within the same rank, someone more powerful can outrank you; ie: a trained soldier outranks a civilian. Angels generally determine rank by "honor," hence believing Micah went down a rank when he was disgraced. Some also believe that rank is determined by one's bloodline. This is the general standard and places upper gods as A rank. Lower gods, upper demons, and upper angels are B rank. Average angels and demons are C rank. Lower demons and upper earth beings are D rank. Average earth beings, such as humans, are E rank. The general belief is that a higher rank will beat a lower rank. However, a more specific standard is that blood is meaningless and the end result is that the only standard to outrank someone is to be able to defeat that person. If we fight to the death and I kill you first, I outrank you. This standard adds skill, title, blood, alliances, and pure luck as factors in determining rank. This is why Emmett will refer to Lucium as an A rank on rare occasions. In any real fight, Lucium has her siblings and Sulphorous who would all protect her. (A scenario that begs the question: Does Lucium outrank Alice??) The Windfield definition of "winning a fight" is also "any fight you leave alive." Because of this belief, Lucium ONLY trained in running away. Let's face it, on her own, Lucium wouldn't last 2 seconds against even a lower demon. Her best chance for "winning" was determined to be to live by escaping. 

Reliable skills:
Emmett: fireproof, breathes fire, transforms into a dragon.
Alice: Manipulates water, can sense fear, can bring a being's worst fears into reality, can trap a peron inside with own mind with nothing but his greatest fears, and can manipulate a being's life force under rare circumstances. (She also has bat-crazy relatives who possess the same skills and would defend her to the death.)
Micah: Can manipulate lower angels, can fly, has wings tough as dragon's skin, posses powerful angelic flames.
Kyle: Can distract people with annoying remarks, can manipulate shadows, can manipulate life forces within his contractual duties as a Guardian of Death, and can create links between worlds.
Lucium: Can make friends, can run like the wind.
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Phew! Life has been busy! I'm not entirely sure where I was with my life when I last posted something on here... I'm not saying that I'll be a regular on here again, but I will say that I haven't fallen off the planet recently. My life is simply dominated by college, independent studying, and work. 

I got a new job that doesn't suck the soul out of me, and my new coworkers are great and understanding. I admitted to my family that I don't wish to be a part of their religion anymore. My life-long, sister-like best friend stopped talking to me because I left that religion- as did most of my family. My own grandpa won't make eye contact with me, so I won't hold my breath for every other Jehovah's Witness who used to know and love me. I decided on making International Relations my major. I received birthday presents for the first time in my life. I've settled on which languages I wish to study: German, Chinese, and- of course- Japanese. My parents divorced. My mom moved out and wants us to sell the house- my home- as part of the divorce settlement. I have an awesome boyfriend, 30 various flutes, and a shelf filled with language study material!

Of course, nowhere else in the world finds being bilingual very special, but we here in the US,  where people may or may not discourage learning a foreign language because foreigners moving here should speak our language, are stupid. Most people in the US who learn a foreign language don't bother to learn to speak above what a 5-year-old speaks of his or her  mother tongue. Americans are impressed that I know basic conversational French. Add in the German, Japanese, Chinese, and the Swedish and Arabic I occasionally pick up for fun, and ignorant Americans think I'm a genius. Clearly, I'm not genius material. I just happen to have more time on my hands than the average working college student because I don't study for most of my classes- German and French being the only classes I've studied for so far. I get antsy when I don't have something to occupy my mind, and not freaking out about living a lie and suppressing my real beliefs has left a lot of free space in there... But, yeah! I've decided I want to change the focus of my studies and dropped seriously studying French. For years, I've been saying that I'm studying German, French, Japanese, and trying to decide between Arabic and Chinese for the fourth. I've decided to be honest with myself about the fact that I just don't have the attention span to learn to speak four foreign languages fluently. I also discovered Chinese manga and how awesome they can be- thank you, Doulou Dalu for showing me the way!- and decided that Chinese would give me value in the business world. Not to mention that Japanese Kanji are taken directly from Chinese, so I won't have to learn another entirely unfamiliar alphabet again! Even though picking up Chinese means starting from the beginning all over again with a new language, it makes more sense to pursue it than French. (Only picked up French because my sister-like best friend's Mom is French-Canadian and I could practice with her. That door closed when she stopped talking to me.) 

Where I am in my studies: Beginner level Chinese. Basic conversational French. My spoken Japanese is lightyears ahead of my Japanese reading level. A few phrases in Arabic and Swedish- but nothing worthwhile since I only dabble here and there for fun. And my German recognition is about level with a 5-year-old... My Spanish is nonexistent! 

In short, my life went to hell for a while there, but I'm pulling myself together and pushing forward! Focusing on what I want to do with my future is certainly healthier than looking back and missing what and whom I lost! Can't change the past.
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Once you know what someone fears most, it's easy to learn about a person's true nature. Of course, a person's fears themselves tell worlds about that person- life experiences, traumas, what stories he reads, and such. There's also how someone responds to seeing those fears come to life- something easy to do for an A rank Nightmare like myself. Does he freeze up? Does he run? Does he stand between the person he cares and his fear? Does he fight? When he runs, does he push his loved ones in front of himself to protect them, or does he only care to save his own skin? Will he put on a brave face and pretend not to be scared? If so, how hard do I have to push to get a reaction?

More often than not, someone afraid panics. Usually, this means abandoning his comrades. Selfish morons.

People who can keep their cool even when pressured to feel fear can either respond cool and calculating in an underhanded manner, or in a protective-defensive reaction. The people who can maintain a straight thinking process in such a position are the people you want on your side. Whatever the scenario, they will find a way out or a way to fight back. Either way, that person isn't going to abandon you. You'll either be useful to his plan, or he'll simply want to keep you safe.

Everyone feels fear. Anyone can be pushed over the edge if faced with his or her greatest fears. Even people with the most pure exteriors can become monsters when  forced into such a situation.


It  was as close to a normal day as we could get in the Windfield household when a pair of angels broke into our home and took Micah away. Naturally, Lucium wanted to go bring him back, and Emmett decided that we would before he thought through what that required. After all, Kyle is a Guardian of Death, but this assignment only granted the ability to create a temporary link between our world and the human world. He had no way to take us to Heaven.

Much to my chagrin, this meant we would have to ask my blood mother for help. This also meant I would also have to see my psychopathic cousins. Riquaeus was more than willing to make a link for us so long as I agreed to have a meal with the family when we came back. I wanted to refuse, but Lucium wouldn't allow it. Pushy little human.

When we entered the soft, puffy world of Heaven, we were standing in front of a large brick building with huge intricate stained-glass windows and gargoyles. Why was I not surprised? Emmett pushed open the heavy-looking wooden doors and led the way into a courtroom-like setting, Several white-winged creatures sat as witnesses. A man with pale features, starp blue eyes and well-kept bleach blonde hair stood as the judge with what looked like a smaller, long-haired female version of himself sitting to his right. Micah stood out as the accused. He was the only one present whose wings weren't pure white. Instead, his wings were stained black. Aside from that, his skin was just as silky smooth as the judges', and he shared the same eye and hair colors. He had also aquired a pair of steel-looking cuffs encasing his hands. The cuffs were attached to each other and an unnecessarily heavy set of chains set into the floor.

"My father's sins are not my own!" Micah pleaded.

"You feign innocence?" the male judge asked.

"I am no liar," Micah stated, "I feign nothing."

"However, your sins have been made known to us," the female judge replied, "You were born out of wedlock-"

"How is that my fault?!" Micah cried.

"Hush, villain," the male judge said, "And do not speak out of turn. Sister Mary, continue."

"Thank you, Brother Gabriel," she said with a harsh glance at Micah, "Your father was the banished archangel, Skye, whom we banished for sympathizing with demons and the girl who pleaded their innocence. You, yourself, have also chosen to associate yourself with those same demons, have you not?"

"They aren't bad people," Micah replied, "They're the only family I have since my blood family disowned me for being born," Micah returned Mary's harsh stare.

"You are no nephew of ours," Mary hissed.

"How can you even deny your own blood link?!" Micah exclaimed and his chains rattled, "You never even gave me a chance!"

"Your temper is vulgar," Gabriel observed, "Those demons have tainted you with their evil. Penetrated your very being and made your wings as impure as your heart."

"You did this when you cursed me! I'm not impure!" Micah insisted, "You'd know that if you gave me a chance!"

"You are no longer worthy of being associated with our race," Gabriel stated and nodded to a pair of angels standing off to the side, wielding a large saw. "And so, we shall remove your symbol of being an Angel. Then, we will determine what to do with you, demon."

"What..?" Micah's eyes got bigger as the pair drifted closer to him, "Are you serious?!"

"We have learned from the de-winging of our former brother," Gabriel replied, "This shall be more elegant than simply ripping off your wings."

Lucium stirred beside me. Emmett had his arms around her, "Luce, those two are archangels. They're Heaven's version of the Immortals. We can't win a fight against them."

"They're going to hurt Micah!" she whispered back, tears rolling freely down her face, "We can't do nothing! Windfields stick together! Micah is our brother!"

"We shouldn't join a fight we can't win," Kyle replied with his inner conflict drawn all over his angry face and engraved in his trembling fists.

"Stop!" Micah shouted, flailing around in a vain attempt to get free.

"Restrain him," Gabriel commanded.

More angels flew over, each holding a limb in place. Micah glared at his uncle, and Gabriel returned his stare with a cold and emotionless expression. He bit his lip as the serrated blade moved over the joint between his right wing and his shoulder blade. He flinched, but tried to hold his ground. He was better at restraining his own fear and pain than most, he couldn't keep up the act long and let out a painful scream.

Emmett flinched, and Lucium took her chance.

"STOP!" she sprinted over to Micah with Emmett and me at her heels, "You can't do this!"

Gasps and surprised yelps washed through the crowd of angels. Mary stood up, slamming her hands onto the platform before her, "What are these demons doing here!"

"Don't hurt my brother!" Lucium threw a punch at at angel drawing dear us.

Emmett pulled her behind himself, eyes calculating the best course of action, "We've come for our brother, and we're not leaving without him."

Kyle kicked the legs of the angel bearing the saw, knocking the being off his feet.

"Guys!" Micah couldn't find appropriate words.

"Ah, yes, the Windfield people we've heard so much about," Gabriel nodded, "The same bunch that corrupted my former brother. I knew you'd show up."

"Don't act all high and mighty," I hissed.

"If you are determined not to leave without this villain," Gabriel spread his wings and stood, "Then you simply will not leave."

"Leave them out of this!" Micah exclaimed, "What are you guys doing?! They'll kill you!"

A wall of flames lit up around Emmett, "They'll definitely try, yes."

"Foolish dragon," Mary scoffed and held out her hands, palms up. White flames engulfed her hands, "You must know that you cannot beat an archangel. Let alone both of us."

Emmett's pupils dilated. He knew as well as I did that an archangel's flames were one of the few exceptions to the general rule that dragons were fireproof. I could feel the white heat from where I was standing despite both the size of the flames and the distance between them and me. Emmett's dragon fire had nothing on that, and he knew it.


"Hey!" Kyle kicked as several angels restrained him.

Mary shot flames at Emmett. He moved to dodge, pulling Lucium with himself.

"No!" Micah shouted, blue flames engulfing him. The lower angels backed away from him. "This is my fight! Leave them alone!"

"You're both idiots!" I bellowed above the commotion, "Everybody shut up!"

Lucium looked up at me with sparkling admiration as all movement in the room stopped, and the noise dropped to dead silence. Being a commander of fear has its perks.

I stood between my idiot brothers and the archangels, "This is my fight because neither of them looked at me like I was a threat."

The archangels stared at me. Mary cracked a smile and burst out laughing, "You think you command our respect simply because your mother is a goddess, half-breed? You are an impure creature and a sin."

"Yeah," I agreed, "What of it?"

Mary twitched and glared at me.

"Sister Mary," Gabriel said in a soft voice, "Do not forget that this one is also the daughter of the Third Immortal's son. Do not take her presence too lightly."

"Damn straight!" I shouted.

"How dare you violate this holy place with your use of vulgarity," Gabriel declared.

"Go to hell, Demon!" Mary commanded.

"I'm already here!" I shouted as a crack of lightning stretched from my hands to Gabriel's chest in a literal flash. Gabriel let out a pained grunt and touched the wound. Kyle's astraphobia could be put to good use after all.

Seeing I had the advantage from a distance, Mary cleared the distance between me and her, throwing a flat palm at me. I leaned to the side and drew my left sword. Mary blocked my slash by wrapping herself in her own wings. It only took one hit to see that archangel's wings were defensively on par with my brother's dragon wings. I drew my right sword and moved to make a stab. Movement in the corner of my eye. I leaped out of the way as Gabriel's white flames made a wall between me and his sister. He wasted no time and came at me with flaming fists. He swung with his right fist and I turned so that my right arm could redirect his swing away from me. Had I been holding my right sword underhanded, I could have ended him right there. Instead, I jammed the back end of the hilt into his lower back to knock him off balance and buy myself a few seconds free from him while I dealt with the other archangel. Mary took advantage of my position and came at me with a kick this time. I side-stepped the swing and elbowed her ribcage with my left arm. Gabriel countered for his sister and mocked my earlier motion by sliding his left arm over the blunt edge of my right sword's blade, exposing my right side. He didn't pay enough attention that I was still in the perfect position to stab. He reached to throw a right punch as I shifted my weight, and my left sword stabbed him in the side. Gabriel let out a surprised gargling-like noise and doubled over. Mary caught herself and shifted behind me. I made a mistake somewhere. I could feel the white heat on my back and dropped to the ground for my own sake. Mary redirected her flaming palm toward my head. I rolled to dodge and sprang to my feet. Mary was attacking me head-on while Gabriel came from my left. This was where I would have paid for my mistake as I raised both swords.

With a flash of light, I went from looking at my incoming death to looking out a clear, white view with puffy clouds. Two familiar silhouettes shot past me at the archangels.

"We permit no being to harm Elder Sister," Somnium stated, throwing her left elbow across Gabriel's face. This action knocked the archangel to the side.

Mary had landed on her back in a pile of broken stained glass and cracked stones. Malvis stepped on her chest as she tried to get up. "You dared to try to hit Elder Sister, you godless bitch," he stated and crouched over her, "And such attempts warrant more than spilled blood."

I looked toward my siblings. All four of them were sitting on the ground with the same surprised expressions on their faces. Lucium was the only one looking at my cousins looming over the archangels. Everyone else was staring at the dead angels lying around them.

I looked back at Malvis and Somnium. Somnium's white dress and hair were flecked with blood. Rather than the usual white arms, she was dripping red blood up to her elbows. I didn't have to ask to know none of it was hers. Malvis had a similar appearance as he put more weight onto the foot on Mary's chest. She coughed up blood.

He leaned in close to her face and set a hand on the rubble beside her head. His red eyes inspected her, "You angels cherish purity above all else. It would certainly be painful for you," he reached for her, "If you were to lose your own purity. Such a shameful fate would certainly be worse than death for someone of your stature." He slid a hand up her thigh, leaving a streak of blood on her skin, "If a child born out of wedlock has sinned enough to die, how much more so," he looked her over again with an emotionless stare, "Is the mother guilty?" Mary stared at him with a look of pure horror.

Somnium had taken a different approach with her victim. "Purity, huh? You believe Elder Sister to be imperfect? Sinful? Surely," Somnium stated, "She's the only 'demon' here who hasn't killed. You dared to threaten our Elder Sister's purity," her blue eyes locked onto her prey as she grabbed a fist full of his shirt and dragged him to his feet, "Don't you know that she would kill to look out for the ones she calls 'family?' I'm certain you did, but you still," she kicked him in the side on the last word, "Threatened them. There is no trash as low as you for doing such things." Gabriel dropped to the ground again, and Somnium crouched beside him. Her gaze grew icier as she continued, "But you didn't stop there. You dared to use your holy flames on her. You nearly burned Elder Sister's beautiful face. You dared to try to lay a hand on Elder Sister," she planted her knee on his ribcage and drove it in until his ribs began to crack, and Gabriel cried out in pain. "You are a wicked creature," Somnium continued with a low voice like she could somehow be heard above the screams, "You dared to threaten our perfect and sinless Elder Sister. All in the name of your false justice. You angels are the real evils corrupting this world. Vile." She slapped him so hard that she wiped off a layer of skin and flecks of blood began to rise above the exposed layer. "Awful," she hit him with every added adjective, "Disgusting, self-righteous, disgraceful, rotten, dying, foolish, fiend." On the last word, she hit him at the base of his skull, producing an audible cracking noise that left Gabriel's head hanging at an unnatural angle. Satisfied, Somnium stood and kicked Gabriel's body out of her way. Her icy demeanor melted when her eyes met mine.

"Elder Sister!" she raced over and clasped her hands together and held them at her chest, "Are you alright? They didn't hurt you, did they??"

"I'm fine."

"Oh! As expected of Elder Sister!" she smiled a bright smile more innocent than a smile flecked with blood should be, "I'm glad nobody harmed you!"

"Mmhm," I turned away and yanked Lucium to her feet, "We're done here. Let's go."

"Y-yeah," Lucium nodded, dumbfounded.

The boys picked themselves up off the floor.

"Elder Sister!" Somnium called after me with a heartbroken voice and a face to match.

"We did the right thing?" Malvis posed the statement like it was a question as he slung Mary over his shoulder. Blood was dripping down to her ankles.

I looked back at them and looked around, "Close enough."

Their eyes sparkled with delight.

I felt a faint smile forming on my face and turned back to my family, "Let's go home."

"But Elder Sister!" Malvis called after me.

"You promised!" Somnium said, "And dinner's soon!"

I stared at their hopeful faces. I sighed. As much as I disapproved of the terms that birthed those two, they were my blood. They were my cousins. I couldn't deny them any more than I could deny that Riquaeus was our mother.

"Fine. You guys go without me," I walked over to the psychopaths, "I'll catch up to satisfy the terms of our agreement."

"Yay!" Malvis and Somnium shared a happy dance. It was a sight that would be kinda sweet if they weren't drenched in blood and if Malvis didn't have an unconscious prisoner slung over his shoulder.

I sighed and shook my head.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Emmett asked.

"They're harmless for now," I shrugged, "I already know they won't turn on me.  Just go."

"Okay..." Emmett said with a tone that said "good luck."

"If you're sure," Lucium trailed behind him.

"Uh," Micah said, "Thanks for saving me."

"Mmhm," I looked at the pair of crazies and let out an exasperated huff of air. While my family went home, I was going to go spend time with a bunch of psychopaths of my blood. Nobody is more certain than I am that Malvis and Somnium had higher levels of fear at their disposal. Unpredictable crazy factor. The difference between them and me was that I could control it. With them, it was all or nothing. That fact wove a new level of fear above everything else that I couldn't reproduce. I had a conscience.

I am Alice Windfield. Blood Alice. I am often revered as the highest ranked nightmare who creates fear better than anyone else, but even I am not free of fear. My blood family is too fucking crazy for me not to be afraid.
Fear
Some dark crap in there! Wow! Didn't know I had it in me to produce such violently horrendous characters as Malvis and Somnium. Been a while since I've uploaded anything, and I post something like this for some reason... 

Alice's mother is crazy. The disturbing, psychopathic kind of crazy. As a single parent, she raised Malvis and Somnium. Poor kids were doomed to a life of psychopathy as soon as they were conceived. On top of that, Alice is special to her because Alice is the only child she had with the demon she had fallen in love with. Malvis and Somnium adopted both their mother's psychopathic attitude as well as her worshipful love toward "Elder Sister." 

In case you didn't catch onto the "hints," Malvis and Somnium are biologically both Alice's cousins AND her half siblings. They share the Nightmare Goddess Riquaeus as their mother, and Alice's biological uncle fathered Malvis and Somnium- against his will. I already said that Riquaeus is crazy. Hence the part where Alice said she didn't approve of the circumstances that created her younger sibling-cousins. 

Micah's story with his aunt and uncle should be clear enough, but I'll elaborate anyway. Micah's father was the youngest archangel, Skye. Skye was sent to handle a situation on Earth where a pair of demons supposedly corrupted a human girl. The trio he met consisted of the dragon demon Juta, the Third Immortal's second son with the heir to the aquatic royal's throne, and the simple human Elizabeth Windfield. (Incidentally, Elizabeth and Joseph are the two who adopted all of the Windfield siblings. Joseph is also Alice's biological uncle and Malvis and Somnium's father). A fight broke out with Skye trying to exterminate the demons, but he realized that Joseph and Juta were protecting Elizabeth, not hurting her. They eventually became friends, and word got back to Skye's older siblings, Gabriel and Mary, which is how Skye got cast out of heaven. Skye fathered Micah with an angel named Grace, who was put to death for having a son out of wedlock. Dark.

Also incidentally and unrelated, Elizabeth and Joseph's friend, Juta, is Emmett's biological father. Everything is intertwined. None of the Windfield siblings are biological siblings, but most of them knew each other before being adopted and were taken in due to unique circumstances. 
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Max paced the floor back and forth. Noah sat on the floor, eyes following his older brother.

"Max..?"

"I'm thinking! I'm thinking!" Max huffed. "Okay, tell me again, and tell me exactly what happened."

"What more is there to tell?" Noah shrugged with a guilty expression on his face, "I heard the shot on my way home, I ran to see who it was, and some guys ran past me shoving a gun in my hand. When I looked in the alley, Travis was there, dead."

"Did you get a good look at the guys who ran past you?"

Noah shrugged, "I think it was Jeremy and them."

Max froze with wide eyes, "THOSE guys?!"

"I didn't know what to do..."

"Noah, do you have any idea what this LOOKS like?"

Noah looked over at the corpse in the corner of their living room. Sitting there without a care in the world next to the gun that sucked the life out of it.

"It looks like I killed our brother- But I-"

"The police won't accept any buts! Your story sounds shady enough as it is!" Max exclaimed.

"Yup. It sure does. Story sounds interesting enough to spark my interest, though," said a guy sitting cross-legged, elbow on his knee propping up his head. He had placed himself in the doorway adjacent to the front door and has slouched there like he belonged.

Both of the boys jumped and asked the obvious questions: "Who are you!" and "How did you get in our house!"

"Kyle Windfield," the dark haired boy pointed his thumb over his shoulder, "Back door was unlocked." He made these two statements like he was a celebrity they should have known and like his course of action was more natural and expected than it really was.

Both brothers stared at him, mouths open. Kyle looked between the two of them, waiting like he had all day to finish this conversation.

Max decided to take charge as the older brother. "So, you... What... Why," he stammered, still at a loss of words. Kyle raised his eyebrows, urging Max on. "What do you expect to happen here?"

"I wanna help," Kyle stated like this was the answer to clarify everything strange he had done up until this point. He waited for the recognition that he didn't get and sighed, "You know, because I'm a Windfield?"

Max furrowed his brow, "Meaning..?"

"Windfield!" Kyle spread out his arms and started flailing them about in grand gestures, "You know! Live in that big, old mansion just outside the city? Own the orphanage? Saved the town from that dragon a few years back?"

Recognition crossed Noah's face, followed by newfound confusion, "I thought those people were special?"

"I am special!" Kyle exclaimed and pointed at his face, "Purple eyes? Isn't that clearly something inhuman?!"

Noah shrugged, "The rumors in the school were just you'll-know-one-when-you-see-one. Nothing about you screams Windfield..."

"I'm screaming Windfield! I'm as Windfield as they come! I'm the Windfieldy-est! I'm both a Shadow and a Guardian of Death! Doesn't get much more Windfield than that!"

"Of course it does," remarked a girl sitting on the end table near the front door stated, "Give it a rest. You're embarrassing all of us." She shifted her red-eyed gaze to the brothers with an expression that seemed to reach out and pierce their souls with a spear of fear.

"Y-you're Alice Windfield! The Nightmare!" Noah exclaimed.

"Aw, come on!" Kyle threw his hands in the air. Alice grinned and stood up, flicking a strand of black hair out of her face.

"W-what are you d-d-" Max stuttered.

"I'm here to help with your situation," she said with a glance at the body in the corner, "First things first. Are you sure he's dead?"

"Pretty damn sure," Max stared at the hole a bullet had put through the young man's head.

"Hmmm," Kyle slid over to the body, poked it, sniffed it, poked the wound, tasted the blood on his finger, shuddered, sniffed it again, and felt for a pulse. "This man," Kyle said with a heavy tone and dramatic pause, "Is dead." Like this was shocking news.

Max rolled his eyes.

"Why did you have to smell it twice..?" Noah questioned.

"It's a Guardian of Death thing," Kyle said mysteriously.

"It's a moron thing," Alice corrected.

"Nobody asked you, devil woman!"

Alice snickered and turned her attention to the boys, "So, would you like help from the daughter of a goddess?"

"And a Guardian of Death!" Kyle added.

"And her useless, not-related-by-blood brother?" Alice rephrased the addition.

Kyle grumbled something under his breath. Alice raised an eyebrow at him and looked back at the boys.

Max and Noah exchanged looks. Noah shrugged. Max eyed Alice, "What's the catch?"

Alice shrugged, "I dunno. Pansy, what's the catch?"

Kyle glared at her with his arms folded like a defiant toddler, "You'll have to travel with Satan's evil twin sister, possibly risk your lives, and whatever else happens on the way."

Max furrowed his brow, unhappy with the uncertainty. What choice would be best to help Noah? Maybe both Noah and Travis?

The faint sound of approaching sirens sounded. Noah's eyes got big. "Max..." He looked up at his brother with pleading eyes.

"Fine!" Max huffed, "We're in! What do you need us to do?"

"Oh?" Alice raised an eyebrow, "That quickly?"

"Finally!" Kyle threw his hands in the air! "We get to go home! Okay, the first thing you guys have to do is both of you have to die," Kyle said, pulling a hole out of his pocket which he slapped onto the floor like a cartoon.

"What..?" Noah froze.

"Are you crazy?!" Max cried.

"Probably," Kyle said with a shrug, giving both of the boys a kick.

"Wait a miiiiinnnnuuuuu-!" Max screamed as he fell.

Kyle scooped up the gun and body, tossing both into the hole. "After you."

"Oh, by all means," Alice said with a tone of genuine sincerity that contrasted her facial expression, "Ladies first."

"Goddammit Alice!" Kyle pushed Alice, "You know I have to close the barrier behind myself!"

Alice laughed at her older brother's expense and dove into the hole. Kyle sighed and shook his head, "That woman... Gonna kill us all some day." He took a careful step down, hanging over the edge. He started to peel up the the hole at the edges like a sticker. Once he had a firm grip, he slid over the edge down the hole, pulling the edge in with him. Just like that, they all fell to their deaths.
Into the Flames ch 1: Your Guide to Death
I think I've finally come up with a plotline worthy of my favorite characters I've ever made.
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It's my philosophy to do whatever makes me happy. Cool people think I'm cool, and all the lamoes think I'm insane. There's also a third category of people that just find me entertaining to watch during football games. I enjoy writing about such experiences in my creative writing class.

Current Residence: A home!
Favourite genre of music: J-pop, Ryuteki flute, anything featuring flute.
MP3 player of choice: Mah Ipod! :D
Favourite cartoon character: Kaname Kuran (his hair is SO PERFECT!!)
Personal Quote: I'm me, I don't want to be loved for anything less.
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Phew! Life has been busy! I'm not entirely sure where I was with my life when I last posted something on here... I'm not saying that I'll be a regular on here again, but I will say that I haven't fallen off the planet recently. My life is simply dominated by college, independent studying, and work. 

I got a new job that doesn't suck the soul out of me, and my new coworkers are great and understanding. I admitted to my family that I don't wish to be a part of their religion anymore. My life-long, sister-like best friend stopped talking to me because I left that religion- as did most of my family. My own grandpa won't make eye contact with me, so I won't hold my breath for every other Jehovah's Witness who used to know and love me. I decided on making International Relations my major. I received birthday presents for the first time in my life. I've settled on which languages I wish to study: German, Chinese, and- of course- Japanese. My parents divorced. My mom moved out and wants us to sell the house- my home- as part of the divorce settlement. I have an awesome boyfriend, 30 various flutes, and a shelf filled with language study material!

Of course, nowhere else in the world finds being bilingual very special, but we here in the US,  where people may or may not discourage learning a foreign language because foreigners moving here should speak our language, are stupid. Most people in the US who learn a foreign language don't bother to learn to speak above what a 5-year-old speaks of his or her  mother tongue. Americans are impressed that I know basic conversational French. Add in the German, Japanese, Chinese, and the Swedish and Arabic I occasionally pick up for fun, and ignorant Americans think I'm a genius. Clearly, I'm not genius material. I just happen to have more time on my hands than the average working college student because I don't study for most of my classes- German and French being the only classes I've studied for so far. I get antsy when I don't have something to occupy my mind, and not freaking out about living a lie and suppressing my real beliefs has left a lot of free space in there... But, yeah! I've decided I want to change the focus of my studies and dropped seriously studying French. For years, I've been saying that I'm studying German, French, Japanese, and trying to decide between Arabic and Chinese for the fourth. I've decided to be honest with myself about the fact that I just don't have the attention span to learn to speak four foreign languages fluently. I also discovered Chinese manga and how awesome they can be- thank you, Doulou Dalu for showing me the way!- and decided that Chinese would give me value in the business world. Not to mention that Japanese Kanji are taken directly from Chinese, so I won't have to learn another entirely unfamiliar alphabet again! Even though picking up Chinese means starting from the beginning all over again with a new language, it makes more sense to pursue it than French. (Only picked up French because my sister-like best friend's Mom is French-Canadian and I could practice with her. That door closed when she stopped talking to me.) 

Where I am in my studies: Beginner level Chinese. Basic conversational French. My spoken Japanese is lightyears ahead of my Japanese reading level. A few phrases in Arabic and Swedish- but nothing worthwhile since I only dabble here and there for fun. And my German recognition is about level with a 5-year-old... My Spanish is nonexistent! 

In short, my life went to hell for a while there, but I'm pulling myself together and pushing forward! Focusing on what I want to do with my future is certainly healthier than looking back and missing what and whom I lost! Can't change the past.
  • Listening to: "Niemand" by Oomph!
  • Reading: Boku no Hero Academia
  • Watching: D Gray Man
  • Playing: Rune Factory
  • Eating: Home-made pie!
  • Drinking: Water

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Ibaraki-douji Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2015
A year later and my post is still at the top hehehe... but anyways happy birthday!

It's not much but I made you something: fav.me/d8px869
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KireiChokoreto Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2015
I love it! Thank you! That's the second birthday present I've ever gotten in my life!
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Ibaraki-douji Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2015
Second? And which was the first if you don't mind me asking?
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KireiChokoreto Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2015
My BF got me an ocarina~
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Ibaraki-douji Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2014
Happy birthday Choco-chan! I'm afraid I've not much to give you but I hope at least this will do for now. *bows* Thank you for being a good friend. I appreciate it. Hope you're doin' well, so, like, have fun today and go all out!
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KireiChokoreto Featured By Owner May 1, 2014
Aaaw! Thank you! Of all the people in my life, you are the second of two people who told me "Happy Birthday." Thank you! You're a wonderful person! :)
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Ibaraki-douji Featured By Owner May 2, 2014
Aww shucks I'm not that wonderful come on ^^;

But you're most certainly welcome my friend. I had a feeling you wouldn't see it on the day but I knew it'd get to you sooner or later so yea! Hope you had a good one!
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GentleSilenceWorks Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
arigato Eli-senpai!!!!!
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KireiChokoreto Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013
Heh, "Senpai." I see.

Do itashimashite... If I remember correctly, that's "you're welcome." There's probably a 5% chance I'm wrong.
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GentleSilenceWorks Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
that's right~ at least that's they way I learned
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