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My dress was slim fitting, blue, and was made of a fine silk. I had long poofy blond hair, and the new body would turn a few heads. I know that blonds' being dumb is merely a stereotype, but people have them, and it would make my disguise more believable. I also had to act the part, a small price to pay if it meant exposing Hera. The wedding was being held in church, I commented to myself about the irony. It couldn't be held in Other World, or the lookout. It wouldn't be "appropriate". The place looked pretty fancy, flowers and decorations everywhere. This isn't really my style, a huge fancy wedding… Nor is that music my style, I loath c

Crack! Silver stepped on a branch on accident , as she made her way through the forest. It was about three in the morning, and it was one of those clear nights, where you could see every star in the night sky, and the moon was full, lighting Silver's way. The night air was cool, and crisp, which Silver loved. She had woken up not too long ago, which wasn't unusual for her, she suffered from reacurring nightmares and insomnia. The reason she had gone into the forest was she had spotted, even through the thick of the trees, a flickering, blue light; it had to be him. She eventually got out of the forest and into the open field, and then she sp

[For 4 paragraphs of this story, I'm going to directly translate what the ghosts are saying while it's just them in the scene, instead of the "Pokemon talk"(human speech) method of translating i usually do.] 3:32, that's what the clock said. Silver could just barely see it, since it was only illuminated by moonlight. Silver crawled out of bed, and the floor creaked when her feet made contact. The seven year old girl cringed, and wondered why every noise was so much louder at night. She got dressed as quickly and quietly as she could, praying she wouldn't be caught. Once she got her shoes on, she opened the window, and slipped outside. Laven

 I sat on the large stairway in my library. When I found it 5 million years ago, it was falling apart, part of the roof was collapsed; many of the books were torn or rotting. When Shen-Lung restored it, it became a scholar's dream. The marble floor shined as though it had just been cleaned. The roof was fixed, revealing a whole new wing for me to explore. The books were neatly in place, and all of them were in perfect condition. I didn't care. I was too busy thinking about how my life had been torn apart. I would give this whole place up, if thing would go back to normal. If I could go home, and just be with my friends… I would kill for