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A Single Lily  By: WolfMoon968-7-08 Dictionary Link
Prologue
The river flowed without stopping for a breath. The fish darted around. The peach blossom tree's petals fell to the ground with a twirl.
The wind rustled her hair. Her rosy cheeks stood out in the sunlight. Her eyes closed with satisfaction. Everything went black. All she could see was a single lily floating down and landing into a still pond with a few ripples. She opened her eyes, and looked at the river with longing. She stood up from her small hand-made bench, and she turned to leave. Before she did though, two words escaped her lips "Some day" she said, then she walked away, her blue skirt flowing in the gentle wind.
She walked down the sidewalk humming a small tune. She was serene, with flowing brown hair and ice blue eyes. Her name was Lyla. She stopped humming and walked up to a small house that had only two floors on it. "Home." she said, letting out a happy sigh.
She walked up to the door and took out her keys that jangled in her hand. She unlocked the door and stepped in, only to find her black cat already been sleeping there. Disturbed, he hissed and flew away in anger. "Sorry Jay!" She called after the cat. She heard him hiss in the living room.
She walked into the kitchen and seated herself on her favorite chair. Then she started to read the mail. Her eyes scanned the paper and she looked at the bills in disgust. "Dang gas prices are always raising." She mumbled to herself. Suddenly she heard the screech of familiar tires. She looked up and out the window to see a school bus at her driveway and a young girl walking off the bus smiling with a big backpack on her back.
Rena her daughter was home. She got out of her chair and walked outside to greet her. Her daughter rammed into her and hugged her tightly. "How was school sweat pea?" she asked giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It was amazing! Everyone was so nice to me! My teacher Mrs.Gretta gave me less homework because i was new!" she said, jumping into her mother's arms. The mother smiled. "How are you supposed to be as smart as me if you have barely any homework!" she teased. She laughed and grabbed Rena's hand. "Come inside and I'll make you some hot chocolate." She said still smiling. Her daughter smiled back at her and the two walked into the house. Jay bolted into the kitchen as soon as the scent wafted through the rooms as the hot chocolate was made. "Sorry Jay you can't have chocolate today!" Lyla said, petting his soft fur. Jay ignored her and stood on his hind legs and placed his paws on her leg. "Sorry Jay!" she said shooing him away. She sighed and poured the hot liquid into Rena's favourite cup and walked back to the table. She smiled when she say her daughter busily scribbling away at some homework on the wooden table. She set the hot chocolate beside her paper and sat down with a sigh and she looked out the window. Snow was steadily falling. She closed her eyes. Her life was perfect. No troubles. Just an ordinary life. That was soon going to change.
Chapter 1: What's that?
It was a snowy morning. With the sidewalks packed with snow and the cars hidden under a thin la
yer of snow. A laughter filled the air as young Rena bolted out of the house and jumped into the snow. An older looking woman known as Lyla walked out of the house, a thick coat wrapped around her and a steaming hot cup of tea in one hand. She smiled as her daughter laid down on the ground and made tiny snow angles. A dark blur darted out of the house and then darted back into the house. Lyla laughed as Jay poked his head out the door and shivered. "That's right i forgot. This is your first snow isn't it Jay?" she said reaching down and stroking his back. he purred but kept his multi-coloured eyes on the white and shining snow.
Rena suddenly sneezed and looked at her mother. Serene's face softened. Her daughters face had rosy cheeks and flashing emerald green eyes like her. Her little nose was slightly red from the cold and her brown hair lifted slightly as a soft breeze brushed their chapped lips. "Come here sweetheart and let me put some chap stick on your lips." She said, smiling. She watched as her daughter stood up and ran over to her. She stuck her hand in her pocket and fished out her chap stick. She popped the cap and she rubbed some on her daughter's lips. "What's wrong Rena?" She asked, seeing the sad look on her daughter's rosy red cheeks. " I wish daddy was still with us." She said, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. She cupped her hands around her daughter's chin and lifted her head up so she was facing her. "I miss him too, but we have to let go of things sometimes." she said, still smiling. Her daughter nodded her head and whipped away the tears on her cheeks. She smiled and they walked into the house, hand in hand.
She set the cup of hot coco in front of her daughter and ruffled her hair. "I got to go and check on the drying clay." She said, lightly kissing her on the forehead. She nodded her had, to in-crossed in trying to get Jay to eat a marshmallow without getting some of it on his nose. She walked up the stairs slowly. She was thinking about what to do for Sunday morning. Suddenly she felt something. It was as if something was faintly pulling her towards the clay room. She picked up speed and burst into the room. She saw a faint image in the mirror where she made designs around her clay models. She ran up to it and she heard a faint voice. She looked closer into the mirror. Soon the image became more clearer to reveal an Arctic man. She smiled at him and pulled up a chair. She started talking in rapid Inuk. Her mother had been an Inuit before she had married her father, a man from New Jersey's shores. So she had obtained the ability to speak a good variety of words in Inuk. Her father had charmed her mother with the sea's gifts. Sea glass, shells, and much more. He smiled at her warm face and started to speak with her.
Rena, having given up trying to feed Jay a marshmallow, heard her mother talking upstairs. Out of sheer curiosity, she started to climb the stairs. She flinched when they groaned in protest. She had skipped several stairs before she finally reached the top landing. She tip toed over to the clay room's ajar door and peeked inside. She saw her mother, staring into the mirror, and talking to it. This made her freeze with shock. Her mother was thoroughly interested in fantasy things, but she wasn't crazy! She listened carefully to what she was saying, but she didn't understand half of it! She wondered what language they were talking in. Suddenly, she heard a word that sounded familiar. She thought of when she had heard it. It had been when her mother was telling the story of the polar bear goddess, Marathi. Nanook. That had been the word. Suddenly she heard another word she recognised. Amarok. Meaning wolf. She cringed. What was her mother talking about? And why was she talking to a mirror? She thought sadly, still staring at her mother. Suddenly she felt a sneeze coming on. She scrunched up her face, and before she could stop herself, she sneezed. Her mother jolted out of her chair and turned towards Rena. She squeaked and ran down the stairs and jumped onto the sofa and turned to TV on quickly. She already had an Alaby playing in her head. Lyla bolted down the stairs and into the living room only to find her daughter peacefully watching Winnie the Pooh. She sighed a sigh of relief and she walked back up the stairs, still getting over the shock of seeing her daughter spying on her. Then, she remembered the Inuit and she raced into the clay room saying sorry several times in Inuit to the angry Inuit. She sat back on the chair and sighed. The Inuit saw that she was stressed and suddenly, he disappeared. She looked around her clay room, searching for something to keep her mind off things. Suddenly, something shining caught her eye. She stood up and walked over to one shelf stuffed with clay models of wolves and polar bears. She parted some wolves and she smiled. Their in front of her was an auburn coloured wolf hide. When she was young, her mother had given her to the grey wolf tribe to learn their ways. As she grew, the chief of the clan had given her her tribe and a hide to put on her clothes whenever she was around other tribes to show that she was not a white man. She smiled as she picked up the wolf hide. I was warm and it gleamed in the sunlight that poured through the window. Lyla closed her eyes and her lips moved soundlessly. Suddenly the auburn wolf fur glowed a faint blue and then it floated to the top of the shelf and then, it fell onto the top shelf and disappeared behind the clay wolves and scrolls,she stumbled back into her chair. it had been years since she used magic to levitate something. She looked at her clay models with a dreary and tired look. All of her failed attempts to bring one to life with magic. She sighed and leaned against the wall, still in her chair. She had been worried about her daughter. She was at the age of when she started to use magic without control over it. She opened her eyes and she heaved a sigh. Her gaze wandered over to a small wolf that was sitting on it's haunches and howling. It was supposed to be Rena's first magical item. It would grow into an adult wolf as she grew and it would be her guardian. She smiled. Rena's birthday was coming up and she was going to be so happy when she sees the small wolf pup come to life in front of her eyes. Maybe a little shocked too. She had been trying and trying to bring it to life, but she has yet to succeed. Maybe if she visited her old home... She shook the idea away. No. She would never go back to her old home. It was to sad and it held to many bad memories.
She looked out her window and jumped in shock. The moon was high and the stars were shining bright. I must have been sitting here for hours! She thought warily. She walked out of the clay room and down the hall to her daughter's room. She was surprised to hear a faint snoring sound coming from inside. She opened the creaky door as quietly as she could and she smiled when she saw Rena's beautiful brown hair in a mess on her pillow. She slowly backed out of the room and she closed the door. Her daughter was becoming more of an adult every day. She smiled and she walked over to her room and she flopped onto her bed with a grunt. Her eyes drooped wearily and without a second thought, she fell fast asleep. Chapter 2: It's Alive! "Mom! Mom! It's my birthday! Wake up! Wake up you sleepy head!" Her eyes flickered open and she smiled when she saw her daughter's face staring at her with intensely green eyes. "Mommm!" Rena whined. "I want to open my presents now!" She said, jumping of her bed. She flashed an tired look at her daughter and she sat up in her bed. She sighed. "Wait for me to get in my bathrobe and then we can open them. Okay?" She asked quietly, still waking up. "Sure mom." She said, walking out of the room and jumping down the stairs. She yawned and she stretch her arms. She got out of bed and she wrapped herself in an aqua bathrobe and she shuffled out of her room and onto the stairs. When she reached the landing she smiled when she saw her daughter in the living room looking with a pained looked at all of the presents sitting next to the fireplace. "Go ahead you monkey." She laughed.
Rena tore into her presents with a tad of hysteria. She screamed in joy when she pulled out a stuffed wolf. She hugged it tightly and kissed it on the nose. Lyla smiled. Soon she would open her present. Rena demolished another present to find a new makeup kit. She smiled and set it aside. She still held the stuffed wolf closely to her chest. She tore into another present. Suddenly, Lyla saw it was her present to Rena! Rena finished tearing the paper and started to unwrap the bubble-wrap. When the bubble-wrap fell away Rena touched the small clay wolf. Her eyes glittered. She closed her eyes and an image came to her mind. A small wolf pup, howling to the moon. It's glittering opal eyes staring at the moon. It's beautiful tan fur, lifting with the soft breeze. Suddenly, a movement in her hand jolted her to the real world. She stared at the clay wolf. Something was different about it. After a few minutes of staring at it's face she realised what was different. It's eyes were open! When she had opened the present the wolf's eyes had been closed! She gasped and the clay wolf landed in her lap with a thump.
Lyla smiled with joy. It had worked! The spell had worked! For days and weeks she had been trying to summon a piece of something from her homeland. Finally, she had summoned a piece of whale blubber. The spell wasn't to hard. All she had to do was find something of her history and merge it with the artifact. Although, she preferred the other way, were she had to summon the spirit of that animal and put it into the ob
ject. She shook the annoying thoughts away. Her daughter had had her first encounter with magic and there's no churning back.
Rena stared, mouth agape, as the wolf pup slowly closed it's maw and turned it's head to stare at Rena. It's fur was the same color of that in her small vision. The wolf cocked it's head in confusion. Slowly she picked it up and she dared to stroke it's spine. She smiled when she felt the rough yet smooth fur under her finger.It was no longer the rough clay that she had felt 10 minutes before. She also felt surprised when she felt a rhythmic thumping coming from it's chest.
"Mother... I...I don't know what to say..." Rena muttered. Lyla smiled. "It's time you learn about the truth that I have been hiding from you for so many years." She said with in a soft voice. The wolf thumped it's tail in Rena's hand and gave a small yip of joy. Rena smiled as well and she stood up and she walked over to the counter top and set the now real wolf down. "Stay." She said in a stern and growl-like voice. Rena was surprised to see, as she walked away, that the wolf pup obeyed. "Mother! How... How did I do that? You know... Make it come to life... and... make it understand me?" She asked, her voice filled with mild confusion and slight curiosity. Lyla smiled. "Sit down my child and I shall start to explain with the story you have yet to hear." She said sweetly. Rena obediently sat down on the couch and turned to stare at her mother.
" Once long ago, far away in the Artic, a young child was born. She had coal black hair and amber eyes. Her parents, not having even a fraction of a second to name her, heard the most beautiful and terrifying sound outside camp. A male wolf, howling to the sky. Slowly, more wolves joined in. Their song was like a song being made by the heavens. The parents listened, clutching their small baby to their chests. That was the first thing that little girl ever heard. Suddenly, the wolves song ended. The parents waited, confused by the sudden silence. Then, like a whip through the air, they heard a man's shout of alarm. "Amarok! Amarok!" The man had shouted. The parents huddled close together in their small tent and waited for the Amarok to descend upon them. They heard something outside their tent. A growling. A snarling. Then silence. The silence was deafening. Then, light filtered through the tent as the flap was pulled open. The parents gasped in fear. A large white wolf stood in front of their wild eyes. The wolf lowered it's head and slowly trotted forward, growling. The parents were to frightened to notice the pack of wolves outside the tent, surrounding it, or the fact that the wolf was staring at the small bundle the mother held in her arms. The parents, coming out of their wild fear, saw the wolf's eyes staring at the bundle, nor longer growling. The father cared only for his wife's life and he tried to wrench the baby free from the mother. The mother wailed and tried to hold on to the now crying baby girl. But the father was stronger, and soon had the baby in his hands. he placed the baby inches from the wolf's paws and he retreated to his wailing wife. He held her so she wouldn't bolt forward and grab her baby. The wolf sniffed the bundle and he nosed the cloth covering the baby's face, so he could see what lay within. A small baby stared up at him. The baby smiled to reveal sharp pointed teeth. The baby made a growling noise and the wolf smiled and briefly wagged his tail before lifting the baby up in his chaws. The baby squealed in delight. The wolf bowed his head to the parents, and he trotted out of the tent. The parents, finally getting over the true terror that had shown on their faces, ran out of the tent to see 10 wolves, lined in a V shape, trotting out of camp, the lead Amarok carrying the little baby in his mouth. The mother cried one last word before the baby disappeared over the hill with the wolves. She said 'Ulva!' And so, the baby was named. The husband had not known what she had said. She had spoken in Greek and therefore had been unable to be understood by anyone. But her baby took one last look at her before disappearing with the wolves."
Rena stared at her mother, wide eyes. "Tell me more!" She cried, jumping on the couch. Lyla laughed, but shook her head no. "It's time for you to open the rest of your presents. I will tell you more tomorrow." She said softly. Rena groaned in obvious impatience and she went back to tearing open her presents, but not with as much enthusiasm as before.
Chapter 3: The Wolf Child. Rena bolted out of her room and literally flew through Lyla's door. She jumped on top of the sleeping mother. Lyla sat bolt upright with wild eyes and ratty hair. "Mother! Come on! I want to hear the rest of the story!" Whined Rena. Lyla stared at her daughter strangely. Rena looked back at her. What little Rena didn't know was that Lyla was having a sense of dejavu. "What's today?" Mumbled Lyla, still half asleep. Rena gave a obvious sigh of impatience. "Today's the day you finish the story." She said with growing impatience. Lyla smiled and she put her finger to her lips. "I know. Can you be a dear and bring up my tea so I can get comfortable?" She asked sweetly. Rena smiled and beamed. "Can I have some coco while you have tea?" She asked politely. She smiled and nodded her head. Rena was gone in seconds. Lyla sighed and put her head din her hands. "What am I going to do with this wild child." She muttered sarcastically to herself.
Rena stared at the swirling brown chocolate in the mug as she walked up the stairs. Finally she reached her mother's door and she walked in with the two hot mugs. She smiled as she set the mugs down on her mother's bedside table and she sat down on the edge of her mother's bed. "Okay. Remember, it's really early in the morning so I might be slow." She teased. Rena giggled quietly and she snuggled closer to Lyla. " It had been ten years since the father and mother had last seen their little baby girl. Soon, the father had begun to forget what his own child's lovely smile had looked like. The mother had slowly begun to forget the sound of her soft and beautiful baby giggle. Finally, the father snapped one day. I'm going out to find our daughter! I can't take anymore of this!' He had cried. The mother had tried to hold him back,. but he had grabbed his spear and had left the village, leaving the mother staring after him in horror. For three days and three nights the father had wandered the icy tundra searching for his baby daughter. Enduring the freezing blizzards and the treacherous miles of ice. Finally, he came to Lake Pialayok. Also know as Lake Swift. He stared in awe and slight fear at the now frozen lake. He knew, somehow, that his daughter would be on the other side. He stepped forward onto the lake, but something out of the corner of his eyes made him freeze. A wolf's paw print was embedded into the ice cold snow. it was right next to his own boot made of seal skin. He let out a short shiver before turning back towards the lake. Doubts started to fill his mind, but he knew that there was no other way around the lake. As he set out on his journey across the lake, a woman was in a small Inuit village was being comforted and consoled by the men. A man from the North walked into the tent and started to speak a language the woman did not understand. "What is wrong with her?" He had asked. The village elder, knowing that this man spoke only English, turned to him. "She is annuttok." Seeing the man's puzzled ex
pression he sighed. "She is sad, my friend. She is weeping for her lost child and for her driven husband. She feels they are lost forever." He said in as much English as he could muster. The man, understanding, bent down next to the woman and lifted her chin. She stared back at the man with red eyes, but the man just smiled. "You have very beautiful eyes. Such a shocking green." He said softly. " I know how you feel. I can just feel the pain and the sorrow you are going through. Have faith. Have hope. Don't give up on them yet. If you just believe, they will come back." He said softly in a voice like soft bells. The woman started at him and she knew what he was saying for some odd reason. Then the man back away and patted her hand softly. He walked out of the tent, but before he was completely out, the woman heard him make a strange sound. She froze and when she turned back to the man, he was gone."
Lyla stopped telling the story when she looked at her daughter. "What?" Rena asked in a whispered tone. " I can stop if it's scaring you." Lyla said with an innocent face. She had noticed Rena gripping the blankets tightly and her pale, yet anxious face. Rena gave a mock gasp of horror and smiled a teasing smile. She released her strangling hold on he blankets and some color rushed back to her face. Lyla smiled softly and looked down. "Sweet heart, why don't you take care of your guardian. He does have quiet an appetite. Just like all wolves." She said softly, still looking at the floor. Rena, not wanting to leave her mother and abandon the story for tomorrow, reluctantly pushed herself of the bed and she went downstairs to check on her new guardian.
Lyla sighed and she cupped her neck and sighed softly. A strange feeling over came her and she decided to go into the clay room. As she shuffled towards the clay room, she felt a strange sense of dread. As she opened the door she gave a gasp of horror. Pots and clay animals lay in shatters on the floor. She rushed over to her shelf of scrolls and found them still intact. She gave a sigh of relief and she turned somberly back to the shattered pieces of fine pottery on the floor. For some reason, the only thing that had not been shattered on that one shelf was a medium sized polar bear made of real clay forged by Lyla herself. She walked over to it and she inspected it for any damage. The polar bear was standing on it's hind legs and looking up a the sky, it's paws held out in front of it as it turned it's back. It's emerald green eyes looked strange against it's soft white clay fur. The claws glinted slightly when it caught a shaft of light.
She sighed. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she the Polar Bear's left eye bl
ink. She gasped and toppled back on her thigh. As she stared at the Polar Bear, questions buzzed through her mind. Did that clay bear just move? Why was it moving? Was it the one that smashed the pottery? She stopped at the last question. As she stared at the Polar Bear her eyes shifted to it's claws. A thrill of fear coursed through her veins as she saw the sharpness of them. She shook her head and she stood up. Maybe I'm imagining things. She thought sadly. She walked out of the clay room and as she walked through the door, the Polar Bear turned it's head and blinked twice before turning back to the window and the Polar Bear became clay once more. Chapter 4: The Battle of Spear and Claw Lyla smiled as she sat at the table, slowly eating her eggs and watching Rena play with her new friend at the same time. "Come on Ikkuma! Sit! No, not beg, sit!" She whined. Ikkuma whined and she gave up. She threw him a piece of bacon to him and he made a gorgeous leap and caught it in mid air before landing on the ground and tearing at it with gusto. Rena smiled as well and she watched him tear into his food with loving eyes. "Rena. Today I'm going to continue the story, But that's not why I wanted to talk to you." Lyla said with sad eyes. Rena turned to her when she heard the sorrowful note in her voice. "What is it mother? Whats wrong?" She asked, her eyes worried. Lyla smiled sadly. "I'm going to have to go away for a while and I can't take you with me. It's for my job. I have to go to Alaska to do some research on penguins, but I promise I will call you every day." Lyla said with a hint of worry in her voice. Rena's worried eyes turned to frantic. "I can't stay home alone! What happens if someone breaks into the house while your gone and I'm still here!?" She said, her eyes growing as the thought buzzed through her mind. Lyla rushed to her side and tried to calm her with a soothing voice. "Easy now Rena. Who said your going to be home alone? The Wakefield's are coming over to take care of you." She said in a soothing voice. Rena gasped and she started to tremble. "What is it Rena?" Lyla asked worriedly. Rena's lip trembled. "Dr.Wakefield scares me..." She whispered. " His eyes are like a wolf's eyes. Amber and they always narrow in suspicion. He's medium length and he seems to be too... wolf-like." Rena said, a picture of him forming in her mind. She shuddered when the her imaginary Dr.Wakefield narrowed his eyes at her. Lyla stared at her daughter for a second and chuckled. "Sweet-heart. You don't have to worry about Dr. Wakefield. he won't hurt you! Mrs. Wakefield will make sure of it." She said strongly. "Now cheer up. It's only for a few days." She said sadly, seeing her daughter's lower lip tremble. She sighed and sat on her one knee so they were eye level. She put her hand under Rena's chin and lift ed her face up so that they were staring at each other. Lyla smiled and her face turned soft. "Remember that man in the story I told you about?" Lyla asked in a hushed voice. Rena nodded her head slightly. "Do you remember what he said?" She said, staring intently at her daughter. Rena made a short confused face. "What about it?" She asked, her voice trembled slightly. Lyla smiled and recited from the story. "'Have faith. Have hope. Don't give up on them yet. If you just believe, they will come back.'" She said with a smile. Rena's face lit up slightly. "Do you understand now? Have faith in me. Have hope that I will come back." She said, her voice like sweet honey. Rena smiled and put on a brave face. " I have faith in you mother. And I will pray every night for you to come home soon." She said strongly, her voice breaking in the end. A tear slid down her cheek. "I love you mother." She whispered, another tear falling onto Lyla's hand. Lyla's face softened even more and a tear slid down her cheek. "I love you too Rena." She whispered in a husky voice. Lyla gave a short cough and she let her hand fall to her side. She stood up and smiled, wiping away the tear. "It's time for me to continue my story!" She said, trying to lighten up Rena's mood. It worked. Rena's eyes lit up and she wiped away her tears. "I wonder what will happen!" She whispered to herself. She jumped out of her chair and ran into the living room and flopped down onto the couch and she patted the spot next to her. Lyla laughed slightly and sat down and she squirmed around until both she and Rena were comfortable. She smiled slightly as she prepared to give the next chapter of her story. " The woman had gained back her faith after the man had visited her. Everyday she would go outside and she would watch the sun rise, staring out into the vast sea of ice and snow. The chief saw the change in the woman. He slowly watched as the round black bruises under her eyes disappeared and the color returned to her eyes. The soft warm pink flushed back to her cheeks and the tear tracks faded. The chief smiled with satisfaction. He knew the change in the grief stricken woman had to do something with the English man, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed. He would just have to wait and be glad that the woman was getting better by the hour. The woman smiled and she went over to the chief. "Issumatar. This ublar I will go to Lake Pialayok. Something seems to be pulling me towards that place. I will follow the nutjuitok at night and I will follow my heart at day. Wish me luck." She said in her soft voice. The chief watched the woman leave him to her tent and he knew that something bad was going to happen. He sighed and he let the feeling pass. He was not this woman's keeper. As the woman prepared to set off on her journey, a man battled against the raging winds of the Lake Swift's ferocious storms.
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Is there anything I should fix?
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Does nobody ever post here? *sigh* (at least they read it... I think...)
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Here is the clay wolf pup. Go here: http://www.theclayshoppe.com/wolf_standing_on_a_ledge__DOC_01763.jpg
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Nice....but... *pauses to fear the but* The spell stuff isn't very resonable...
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ooc: It's just the beginning. Once Im done it, Im gonna go through and revise it. Heres the next part that I have just finished. I decided to put it with the top part. Im editing it.
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Ok nice continuation. Would you like to view one of my stories, and I can also tell you the basic plot of one that is still formulating, Embers.
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ooc: Sure! That name, Embers, sounds really interesting! It has caught my small attention span! LOL
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ooc: I updated it again.
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Awesome story, Wolf!
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ooc: Thanks Rayne! I updated it again.
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