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Not As Your Daughter- ScrappedYou have forty days, Spymaster Ellisand, Queen Zyianna said, pronouncing every word perfectly, as she always did when handing out an assignment. Forty days to choose your successor and step down from active duty. The spymaster took a quick glance around Zyiannas almost unrealistically tidy office to calm himself down, then looked back at her with only the barest hint of anger in his ice blue eyes. I am perfectly capable of performing my duty, Milady, he said, his face and low tenor voice perfectly neutral but for the hint of anger. What did or did not happen twenty-four years ago isNot As Your Daughter- Scrapped


Four SolsticesThey blew in with the warm wind that arrives in August, the magic seekers did, the hanters, the hunters, and the executioners. They always did.Four Solstices
Superstitions lingered about the fall solstice, thick like pea soup or a London fog. The Goddess was mentioned hurriedly in many of these superstitions, then brushed away by the flick of fingers in the sign of the cross. A time of dying. But for the Goddess, a time of living. Life reaching and stretching for one last gasp of beauty, the peak of life, before things fall. Ley lines growing with the last gasp, strong enough for a magical to maybe do some actua
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.
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I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.
I miss you!! D:
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I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.
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"That's EXTRACURRICULARIFIC!"
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:: Fry if you don't do this I'm going to loose all respect for you and punch you::
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Dude... Was that a magical pony?
I'm the Cookie Faerie!
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