Material Girl; Prolouge

There was a single person walking the streets that night, wearing a huge trench coat, black rain boots, black sweats, and a black hoody pulled low over the face. The way the clothes were worn, it was impossible to tell whether the person was male or female, or what age- but for the height. The person walked around and around the street corners, taking certain blocks in sprints. (S)he arrived at an old abandoned grocery store, glanced around, and unlocked the door. The person went inside and the door closed with a click.

{[STORY NAME UNKNOWN 1]}; Prolouge

Peering out the window to feel the cool morning air, Nissan screamed. Out the window, sitting on the road, a raptor was changing, shifting, to a different form. The form of Ti Rebo, Nissan's neighbor's day manservant.
Behind her, a person threw their hand out across Nissan's face, smothering her scream. After a few seconds, her wide eyes closed, and she was knocked unconscious.

The Monster's Rebirth

For three song
and seventy year
our brothers came oh so near
and light did shine
through that murky brine
and the monster of the deep did rise
and out our brothers cried,
and hailed the skies,
but am-a-ri and bab-ba-ly,
but boiled el and scarlet fried,
the world did lose its taste-
the monster rose
and the brothers prosed,
but then they met their end.

Inside Me it Wells Up

Inside me it wells up.
Is it anger?
resentment?
But resentment it can't be
for I don't know what that word means,
and anyways it doesn't make sense for this time
But anyways;

Inside me it wells up.
I think it is anger--
or annoyance--
but no,
I know it is both.
But anyways;

Inside me it wells up.
Anger and annoyance,
towards my sister--for not being able to do
what I can do
so easily.

See, I did it!
I said it!
But I am no longer angry,
or annoyed,
at her.
I am angry
and annoyed,
at me--
this poem--
because it took me so long to write a simple phrase.

Inside me it wells up.
Anger and annoyance,
towards me and this poem--
for taking so long to write.

ELVORE:The Powers Unite; Chapter 1

"Lady Rea! Lady Rea!"
"Oh Mama!" six year old Realm wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "Today's my day!"
"My little angel's turning six!" her mother exclaimed.
"And I'm becoming Queen!"
Her mother laughed."Yes you are, my lady Realm!"
"I'm a queen!" Realm danced around the room, twirling and leaping.
"Almost, Lady Rea! Almost!" Queen Alia lifted her little lady up and carried her all around the room. "You little lady!"
"Me little Queen!" Rea shouted.
"You little Queen."
***
Boom boom boom boom ba boom! The trumpets roared, the crowd roared, the whole kingdom roared for Lady Realm's queening.Lady Rea took a step out the castle door and raised her hand in a salute. She was wearing a queenly gown, fit for a queen, the color of the moon that flowed and swayed with each step. She was the picture of pure elegance, her short, wavy brown hair was down, and she reflected her gown beautifully with her blue-gray eyes, pink lips, and alabaster skin. The six-year-old princess was beautiful. And now she would be queen.
"I now proclaim you Queen Rea!"
The crowd roared, the citizens roared, the trumpets roared. "I'm queen, I'm queen!" and Rea roared. "I'm queen!"

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