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It's wrong to tell girls that physical beauty means nothing, and here's why: What about the model who works hard to maintain her body shape and takes pride in what she does? What about the artist who paints physical beauty? What about the little girl who looks up at the physical beauty of the stars and feels inspired to reach for them?

It's wrong to tell girls that makeup can't be "real beauty," and here's why: What about the woman who spends an hour every day blending colors to make rainbows on her lips and flowers at the corners of her eyes? What about the girl who wishes to express her artistic beauty and talent by using all of her favorite colors in her eyeshadow? What about all of the women who smile every time they see their reflection because they finally found just the right shade of makeup to match their skin?

It's wrong to tell girls what kind of beauty is "wrong" or "right" or "real," and here's why: ALL beauty is beautiful. All women should be encouraged to love their beauty. Part of why beauty is so fantastic is because there are so many kinds of beauty in this world. A bouquet is beautiful because it has many different smells and colors in it. There is beauty in inspiration and vice versa. There is more than one kind of beauty, and they're all brilliant in their own way.

We are all different, and we are all beautiful in our own way. We don't need people telling us that outer beauty doesn't matter; we need people telling us that ALL kinds of beauty matter, and a lack of one form of beauty pales in comparison to the bright beauty that we each have. There is no right or wrong in what beauty of yours you take pride in so long as you don't belittle another person's beauty.

We are all different, and there is no one-size-fits-all formula in life. So, power to the stay-at-home-mother who devotes her life to raising her children into good people. Power to the businesswoman who is powerful enough to stand without a partner and chooses to focus on her career to better herself. Power to the woman who fights to both raise her children well and keep a steady job. Power to the stay-at-home-dad who allows his wife to pursue her dreams.

We are all different, and that is a wonderful thing. Biologically, diversity in our genes keeps us alive and healthy. Economically, diversity in our jobs allows us to specialize and excel in what we do. Socially, diversity in our hearts makes humankind great.

The hard part is finding your own beauty. Find what you love. Find what makes your heart sparkle. Find what fills you with inspiration, joy, life, or whatever sensation you love to feel. Find it, and hang on to it. Take pride in it. If you find joy in being a worker ant, do it. Because a colony couldn't exist if every ant tried to be a queen. If you come to life when you stand as the queen, do it. Because a colony couldn't exist if nobody stepped up as the queen. Find your beauty, and work at it.

The hard part is fighting for your beliefs. The manager with no husband or children is criticized for "doing nothing with her life." The stay-at-home-mother is criticized for sitting at home, being "lazy." The mother with a job is criticized for neglecting her children. A virgin is a "prude." A woman who has sex is a "slut." The man with a job and no life is criticized as a work-a-holic. The man with a life and no job is criticized as a bum. The man who works enough to provide his family with everything they want and need is criticized for not finding time for his kids. The man who works just enough to provide his family with what they need and little more is criticized for not providing everything they want. Don't please other people because you'll be running in circles if you try. Please yourself because pleasing yourself gives you the strength to stand up when others inevitably criticize you. Find your beauty, and stand for it.

The hard part is accepting others after accepting yourself. After finding their own beauty, some people forget that more than one kind of beauty exists. People tend to find what makes them happy, and they encourage others to do the same, but they can forget that life has no one-size-fits all. Just because one woman feels liberated by not wearing makeup doesn't mean all women will feel the same. Yes, tell young girls that they can be beautiful without hair. No, don't tell them they should prove it to anyone. Find your beauty, and don't force it on others. Never belittle another form of beauty. Embrace all forms of beauty.

Beauty is subjective. We are all special, and don't believe that the fact that we're all special makes being special any less marvelous. It's the fact that we're all different that makes us beautiful both apart AND together. The more people you meet and truly get to know, the more you'll realize that we're all the same. And we're all different. And because of this, we can't hate anyone once we've taken the time to truly get to know him or her. We're happy to see our favorite color, but life would get boring if we only saw everything as our favorite color. People are different, and that's beautiful. You are different, and not only is that not a bad thing, it's an amazing thing. Because you're different, you're beautiful. Take pride in the fact that you're a flower surrounded by leaves. Take pride in being the most beautiful flower in the flower field. Take pride in being the perfect accent to your favorite flower. Take pride in being no flower, but a butterfly freely floating above all of the flowers. Take pride in being a tree standing above all else as an amazing variety of beautiful. Whatever you are, know that you can stand out or fit in as much as you want, and that's a beautiful thing. Because you are beautiful.


Find your own kind of beauty. Take pride in what you do, and do it well. Because you are beautiful.
Because You Are Beautiful
I actually wrote this because a friend of mine is a makeup artist, and she's passionate about it. She doesn't think people can't be beautiful without makeup, but she loves making beautiful art with makeup. Her face is a work of art. Yes, her face is beautiful without makeup, but she didn't make it. She makes her own makeup designs, though. It's an expression of her artistic abilities. She loves her face, and she loves her art. Her makeup art is her own creation.

It doesn't bug me that people promote inner beauty. It's HOW they promote inner beauty. Claiming that outer beauty doesn't matter, that hurts the people who truly admire outer beauty in a healthy manner. There is no one-size-fits-all for beauty. 

I have a friend who expresses herself with colorful makeup every day, and that's beautiful. My brother is passionate about marine biology and comes alive when he talks about social behaviors among various living creatures, and that's beautiful. My mother is religious and passionate about what she believes, and that's beautiful. My boyfriend gets excited about a good new game when he finds one and can't wait to share it with his friends. I have a musical friend who plays several instruments, named her cat Tschaikovsky, and gets a sparkle in her eyes every time a chance to play her trumpet for other people comes up, and that is beautiful. I have a friend who stands up for what he believes and doesn't give a damn if anyone disagrees, and that is beautiful. 

Don't look at a deserted town and feel disappointed with all of the waste. Look at the lone flower that is still alive and feel amazed at how life finds a way. Don't look at the night sky and despair at the lack of stars. Look at the night sky and marvel that there are stars out there shining so brightly that they stand out despite the city's light pollution. Find the beauty in the world. If you can't, change something. Change your perspective, change your habits, change anything to make a difference, even if it's just in your own head or heart. Because that is beautiful. 
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"How are you holding up?" Micah asked, peeking into Lucium's room.

Lucium, laying flat on the floor, replied, "I don't know."

Micah looked around the room with an odd look on his face, "How about telling me what you were up to in here? I can smell the paint from the living room."

Lucium sat up and gestured around the room, "I thought a change of scenery would help me get my mind off Emmi, but I kept changing my mind."

Micah nodded, "So... I'm sorry, I don't know what to say."

Lucium shrugged, "Only Emmi would, and he can't," her eyes sank and lingered on her hands in her lap.

Micah thought as he sat beside his sister, "Well, you knew him better than I did. What would Emmett say at this time."

Lucium looked up at Micah and back down at the floor, "I don't know."

"Sure you do," Micah said, softening his voice, "Just think."

Lucium sighed and said with another shrug, "He'd ask what I was painting. I was never an artist."

Micah smiled, "Okay, so, what did you paint?"

Lucium pointed to their left, "I started over there. I was painting flowers all over the wall at first. But flowers made me think of the funeral, so the second wall is a graveyard with grieving people who were left behind..."

Micah waited while Lucium trailed off. Micah opened his mouth, but Lucium continued before he could get out a sound, "The third wall, I wanted to change the subject again, but couldn't really. Those blobs are ghosts. I remembered Jimmy- the guy I met when we went to see Alice's blood relatives before you were adopted, so the fourth wall was sort of a thing for him. That's why I painted the fourth wall with-"

As she mentioned it, a hammer cracked through the wall, and I stepped into the scene.

Lucium stared, "Oh. Hi, Kirei."

"Writer!" Micah exclaimed as he stood up, "You broke our wall!"

"I know, but I was running out of ideas," I stated, pulling a pencil out from behind my ear, "We need a brainstorm, so I'm summoning the gang!" I drew a pentagon on the floor and stared at it. Realizing that I didn't really know how to draw any summoning circles were drawn, I drew the Chinese character for "food" really big in the center, and called it good.

I clapped and shouted, "Alles des Windfielden! Komm! Sprechen Sie mit mir! Iki nasai! Or something like that!"

Just like that, four more people appeared: Kyle, Alice, Naru, and Tsuru.

"Mmkay," I nodded and plopped down on the floor, prompting the other six to follow suit, "Let's get the creative juices flowing by reminiscing around the campfire."

"What campf-" Kyle was cut off from making a smart remark before I could think of one by the appearance of a roaring fire in the center of the circle. Lucium squeaked in surprise.

"Wow," Naru folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, "I wish I could make logs appear."

Tsuru eyed the floor, "Or a fire that burns only the logs and not the floor... Huh..."

"Yes, yes," I waved away the words, "The writer is magical in her own head, ooooh, aaaah. Focus."

Kyle furrowed his eyebrow, "But you-"

"SILENCE!" I exclaimed, and a pink, sparkly zipper appeared over his mouth, zipping it closed, "We must reminisce! You!" I pointed to Lucium, "Go!"

"Well..." Lucium stared at the fire, hugging her knees to herself, "How about..." she looked up at Alice, "Remember that guy who was trying to flirt with Hanna?"

"Which one..?" Alice made a face.

"The persistent one who convinced her to spend a day out with him? She accidentally turned off her alarm clock off and slept in two hours late."

"Oh yeah!" Alice's eyes got big as it hit her. "I hate that guy," she furrowed her brow, "He got so mad that she cried, and Anamerie had just gotten Hanna to stop beating herself up over that crap. The last thing she needed was some guy who'd do the beating up FOR her."

Lucium grinned, "Emmi stood up to him for her and ended up breaking his arm because of the fight."

"He was always so protective of his family," Micah said.

"Yeah, at least he could always be clear on that," Naru mumbled.

Kyle made muffled noises. We stared at him, and he pointed to the zipper on his mouth. I sighed and waved my hand in a fancy manner. The zipper popped like a bubble.

"What are you talking about? When was Emmett not clear?" Kyle asked.

Naru shook her head, "I guess it was usually when it was just the two of us."

"You mean it was just because you got romantically involved, and you're an emotional girl that you THOUGHT he was confusing when he really wasn't," Kyle muttered.

"No," Naru insisted, "It was more than just my emotions. I mean... He and I had an odd relationship from the start. He was my boyfriend, the closest person to me, but he was still closer to his sister," she eyed Lucium, "Than he ever was to me. He said odd things to everyone, so it was confusing how I was supposed to interpret the things he said from the start."

The rest of us stared, attempting to catch up to her train of thought.

After a pause that was way too long, Tsuru asked, "What did he say that confused you?"

"Things like," Naru fished around her mind for an example, "We had really big fights from time to time and broke up more than once because of it. That one time where we had been separated for almost a year, he and I went to the park. I got mad at him because I was sick of him treating me like his younger sisters. At some point, he said he still loved me, and I hit him because I couldn't stand having him say the same things to me that he does to cheer up his sisters. We yelled at each other for five minutes before he started acting like he had romantic feelings."

Tsuru shook his head, "Sis, you're the only person who ever thought Emmett saw you like a sister.He never thought of you as a part of his family."

Naru gave her brother a sharp stare.

He held up his hands in an "I surrender" fashion and clarified, "You know the way he sees his female family members. They were never "female" in his eyes. He seemed to have a heart attack the day we made him realize that Lucy has boobs."

Lucium burst out laughing, "Oh, yeah!"

Tsuru grinned, "Emmett would never have had a son with you if he saw you as a sister for even a moment. That's just the type of guy he is. He always saw you and you. You never had any label in his mind because you were always special... He was also the type of idiot who could never say something like that to your face because he assumed you knew."

Naru looked down at the floor, "You really think so..?"

"Emmett was definitely that kind of idiot," Alice nodded, "He was an idiot who knew few things like love so well that he assumed others knew and couldn't explain even if he tried."

"Heh," Micah chuckled, "Like when he tried to teach Kyle how to properly use a sword?"

"Of course," Kyle waved his arm like he had a sword and did his best Emmett impression, "Like this! Not, not like this! Like THIS! How? You just... Do this!!"

"Allow me to show you," Tsuru added and waved his arm, "I have shown you. Now, you know."

The group laughed.

Lucium looked around, "Hey, where's the Writer go..?"

Everyone paused and looked around.

"I guess she got what she needed," Micah said with a shrug.

"Or she ran out of ideas and gave up," Kyle added.

Lucium looked down, "How do I sleep with the magic campfire still going in the middle of my room..?"

The fire popped like a bubble, leaving no trace of it behind.

"Well, there you go," Kyle nodded and set his hands on his hips, "My work here is done!"

"What work?" Alice glared at him.

Kyle made a confused face, "Uh..."

"Just go," Alice pointed to the door and gave him a shove toward it.

Naru sighed and stood, "I suppose I should get back to Jake. Little guy's probably freaking out without his mommy."

Micah chuckled as he followed her out, "He usually does."

Tsuru and Lucium stood alone in her room. She looked spaced out when Tsuru turned to her.

"Hey," he set a hand on her head and leaned forward to be eye level with her, "You gonna be okay?"

Lucium blinked while her mind caught up with what was happening. She smiled, "Yeah, I should be. I think talking with everyone helped."

Tsuru grinned back and gave her a kiss, "As long as you're sure. I could stay here if you needed me."

Lucium hugged him, "Thanks, Sue. It means a lot to me."

"Of course. I know how much you hate being alone," Tsuru said, rubbing her back, "Without your big brother, it's that much harder. I can only imagine."

"Yeah," Lucium nodded, "But it does help."
Brainstorm Number 287
Just random brainstorming getting me nowhere.
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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.


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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.
  • 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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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.
Interests
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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