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Falling II: Chapter 30Falling II: The Curse of the Bat: Chapter 30: Regroup
Starfire broke through the wall of the room that had become a city before her eyes. She tumbled onto the floor of the next room, unable to control her flight. Not understanding what was happening to her, she began to sob.
"Robin!" she cried into the bare room, feeling even more alone as the sound bounced off of the hard walls.
What was happening to her? She had been confused and frightened many times before, but she had never felt this cowardly.
She lay there panting, trying to pull herself together, but just becoming more and more afraid.
Then she thought she heard someone talking. She couldn't understand the words, but she recognized the voice. "Raven?" She sat up, listening. Again she thought she heard the voice, but still couldn't quite understand it.
But somehow, even though the words did not make sense, the voice made something very clear to Starfire. She was strong. She was the Princess of
Inescapable Past - Part IXIn a leafy suburb of Station Square, a chiming bell pierced the quiet morning air, signalling the start of another day at the Alicia Acorn Academy. For the principal Sally Acorn, it was business as usual, despite yesterday's tragedy alas, Vanilla hadn't quite garnered the level of recognition that would justify closing the school for the day her students' parents paid a lot of money for the tuition she provided. She had of course given Cream the day off, to give her chance to adjust to her new living arrangements as much as anything. Upon leaving the hospital last night, Sally and Bunnie had agreed it would be better for the newly-orphaned rabbit to move in with the D'Coolettes; not only was Bunnie's schedule far less hectic, but it was felt her and Antoine's uptown apartment was closer to the modest surroundings Cream was used to, compared to Sally's newly-built mansion on the city outskirts.
With Hershey and Geoffrey helping Rotor close up Vanilla's pharmacy, and Nicole
Inescapable Past - Part XIIIAmy kept her face buried in Shadow's thick chest-fur as they escaped GUN's Metropolis headquarters, but the sudden sensation of ice under her bare knees prompted the youngster to her feet. Wiping her eyes of the tears she'd cried after seeing Tekno collapse, she glanced down and was just about able to make out the frozen grass beneath their feet. Looking up at Shadow, himself barely visible in the pitch-darkness.
"We in New Tek?" she asked. The black hedgehog nodded.
"Ah," said Amy; that explained why it was night all of a sudden. Then, Shadow's legs gave way. Amy flung her arms around him in an attempt to support the hedgehog, but the strain proved too great for the arm she'd been shot in, and reluctantly, she let the Ultimate Life Form slip from her embrace, onto the icy ground.
"Amy!" yelled Espio, frightening the life out of the preteen as he ran over to the hedgehogs, carrying the unconscious Tekno in his arms, "Take Tekno, get her inside."
"What about Shadow?" asked Amy, panicked
Black Petals: Chapter 22 ~ New Developments...In the two years since she first began her training with Shadow, Amy continued to grow stronger, mentally and physically. Her increasingly voluptuous body could now take much more punishment, and her fighting style became slightly more complex, though it still had her erratic touch. Her proficiency with Chaos Energy was also improving, albeit slowly. Shadow continued to test Amy's new skills by hiding her Chaos Emerald further and further out in more complicated spots picked to challenge her tenacity. She was nearly killed more than once, but her visions, now coming more frequently, saved her life. When she did find it, she had to track down Shadow, who was doing training of his own to test his natural speed and not depend on his Air Shoes as much.
One day, Amy was channeling Chaos Energy through her form. Shadow watched, as stoic as always, though he can't help but roam over her features with the faintest sens
The Fire of my Soul****PLEASE NOTE THAT I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY IT WAS NOT MY IDEA NOT MY WRITING NONE IS MINE IT BELONGS TO A FELLOW SHADAZE FAN WHO WAS HAVING TROUBLE POSTING THIS PIECE ANYWHERE SO I DECIDED TO HELP. Thank you please enjoy.****
The Fire of my Soul
Silence crept into the corners of my mind as I drifted into sleep. The cold grass I laid on rustled softly through the breeze. My hands held each other with interlocked fingers against my stomach as I cleared my mind, preparing for another night of hell. I began to feel hot. The feeling came slowly, and intensified until it became an unbearable burning sensation. I tried shutting my eyes tighter, but they were forced open against my will. My body was once again no longer my own.
I took in my surroundings and gasped for breath as the smoke filling the room caused me to choke. I stood up and looked for something, but I did not yet know what it was. The in
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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