The Indigo Spell

The Indigo Spell
I survived reading The Ruby Circle. Can you believe it? I have battle wounds and I live to tell you this wondrous tale. I know a half ass
written book when I see one. The Ruby Circle, is it. This book is a train wreck waiting to happen since The Fiery Heart and I couldn't
get off fast enough. Despite its second rate book covers and predictable plot. I genuinely loved the first two books of Bloodlines series.
The third book, The Indigo Spell isn't as bad as the latter ones but I don't have a soft spot for it as its prior installments. The last three
books, however is the downfall of the series. I will try to keep my review with minimum spoilers, but there are no promises guarantees.
Bloodlines series follows the story of Sydney Sage, a teenager girl who is part of an Alchemist organization. They aim to prevent
humans from discovering there is another species apart from them. When Sydney was sent to Palm Springs, California to oversee the
protection of a Moroi Princess with a bunch of other Morois and Dhampirs. She discovers they are not as evil and creatures of the night
as her society taught her to be. As a result, Sydney started questioning everything she ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I don't know why Mead ever thought adding Adrian's POV is a necessary course direction of the series. The first three books went very
well without any of his input. The tricky thing about incorporating multiple POVs they rarely work for me, especially for male
narrators. The author is juggling too many plates. Case scenario: POV1 already covered what POV2 is lamenting in the next chapter. It
doesn't seem authentic to me. Of course, there are few authors who handled this fantastically with fluid and effective narrative, but
Bloodlines series isn't one of them. It was extremely executed. Adrian is so whiny contrary to his prior developments. And Sydney
lacked the gleam I initially find so
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Neuron-Personal Narrative
Having somewhat of an idea of where we were, I dragged Curzon's limp body out of the boat. He seemed better than he was in the
prison, but not as cheery as the day we met. I knew they would by now there would be posters everywhere displaying that we should be
turned in. I scampered into the woods dragging Curzon like a tail on a dog. I noticed a small, rotting shack. Hopefully no one was
home. The door creaked as we went in. It was dark except for a crack through they ceiling that displayed a beckoning skylight. It called
me like my mother. I walked over and touched it. I looked up to see a door, the size fit for a dwarf. "Where are you" Curzon shouted.
He spotted me and limped over. I showed him the door and opened it. Suddenly, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He talked about he they were a war tribe called the Kolwasupigder and how there were many other tribes all fighting against each other
because of the index. The index was a powerful book of spells that could be used to conquer the elven land. With nothing else to do
Curzon and I agree to fight for the Kolwasupigder. They hand us our equipment consisting of a spear, a shield, and a futuristic watch
they can bend space. There was one rule, once you were in the fight if you backed out you would be eliminated from that round and all
to come. Rudolf informed us there would be 15 battles 13 of already done. The scores were Jerqusit 6 wins, Kolwasupigder 5 wins,
Dukterin 2 wins, and Sapololo with 0. Whoever gets the most wins by the 14th battle gets the index for 4 years. Dukterin currently
holds the index and is not in the mood to give it up. The next battle started in 1 hour. Curzon and I ate the last of my apples in our food
bag and were ready. We went up to Rudolf and asked where it started he walked us 3 or 4 miles out from the shack and found a piece of
Swiss cheese and said, "Right here." He told us to click our watches and suddenly I was in a long dark tunnel. I started sprinting for the
end and turned a corner. I see a huge cavity and run in. Instantly, I was barraged with arrows and instinctively hold my shield up to
protect myself. I wanted to experiment with my watch. I menacingly through my spear at the red–hatted elf and once it made impact I
pressed the watch and the spear turned around I caught it. I got the sense my team was green because they were the only color not
trying to kill me. I spot an elf wearing all black. I see three red elves charge at him with swords. He immediately desenagrates all of
them with a lighting spell. He must have the index, I think. I run, but he hits my foot. My foot was gone and my ankle was bleeding
profusely. I pressed my watch. I was out of the cheese and started

Cloaked Short Story
Johnny isn't your everyday hero, he had no supernatural strength, speed, or intelligence. He was your average teenager working at a
shoe repair in South Beach, Miami at a luxury hotel, until on February 18, 2011, a little magic changed everything. Cloaked was written
by Alex Flinn, and the genre of Cloaked is fiction. Johnny is a 17 year old teenager that works at a shoe repair in South Beach, Miami.
He tries making extra money for his mother, since his father mysteriously disappeared. He had a passion and a dream to go to college
and someday make shoes for a living. One day, as Johnny starts to walk to his shop he notices that the lobby was flooded with people.
Johnny took a closer look and notices that princess Victorianna of Aloria was the reason the hotel was so crowded. Johnny sees that she
could be his big chance to get known if she wore his shoes. So, Johnny meets up with the princess and she convinces Johnny to go on a
quest to find her brother that has been turned into a frog by an evil witch. Johnny accepts the quest because Johnny would receives
unlimited amounts of money and the privilege of marrying the beautiful princess if he found him. Johnny's best friend Meg, strongly
disagrees with him talking to the princess at all. Johnny makes up a story to meg and goes anyways to find the prince with only a
magical cloak and an earpiece that allows to communicate with animals that have been human. Meg gives Johnny a lucky ring for good
luck. Johnny goes out

Ebon: A Fictional Narrative
Ebon continued to mutter every healing spell he knew. First, one to stop the bleeding. Then, he had to cleanse the wound. Finally, he
had to close it. The process was painfully long. Eldon used tell him that life was not supposed to be tampered with. Even saving it was
difficult. Still, Ebon had no one else except Ilene. She had to make it.
After about ten minutes, the wounds were cleaned and beginning to close. Ilene began to wake up. She coughed and leaned forward.
"Wha... What happened?"
Ebon gently pushed her back down. "Rest." He said. "I'll explain it all later."
She leaned back and closed her eyes. She remained still for most of the time except for the occasional grimace when the pain spiked.
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He drew his sword and faced the hunter. Even in the moonlight, he could tell by the emblem on the hunter's cloak that he was a Reaper
Wolf. How did the Reaper Wolves find us? Ebon thought. He had killed all of the party that had attacked him. The felt the familiar hurt
as the memory stirred. He shook himself. No time for that now. The Reaper Wolf charged forward. His two daggers gleamed in the
moonlight. His hood shaded his face. His red cloak flapped behind him as he rushed forward. Ebon raised his sword to block the
oncoming daggers. He caught one with his blade and quickly spun to avoid the other. However, he was too slow. The second blade
caught him on his side. He felt a horrible stinging sensation as it tore through his flesh. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" he screamed. He
staggered back. The hunter was preparing for another strike. He formed the buckler of light and scolded himself for not doing it before.
This time, he caught both of the blades. He leapt backward and slashed his sword upward. The hunter flipped backward to avoid the
blow. Ebon prepared himself for another strike, then toppled onto the ground as pain knifed through his side

Hayden's Story Essay: The Tragic Death Of Hayden
Do you ever wake up feeling that your life couldn't get any worse? That is how Hayden felt almost every day. Ever since she was one
year old Hayden has lived in the crowded and loud city of New York, New York. That was until her mother had a severe heart attack,
and passed away one day after Hayden's 11th birthday. One month after the tragic death of Hayden's mom, Hayden's dad moved them
to California. After the moving trucks dropped off all of their furniture, Hayden went to explore the beach. When Hayden first got to the
beach, she was thrilled to feel the cold ocean waves crash upon her legs. The water was as clear as glass, and as the waves crashed upon
the shore, they looked as white as the clouds above. After thirty minutes, Hayden decided to cruise on home. For dinner that night, they
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This beach didn't have much sand, and the sun wasn't shining vibrantly. As she looked around, she spotted a super familiar landmark,
the Statue of Liberty. Could it be that she was back in New York, New York? The thought of her being in California earlier this morning
was puzzling to think about, because California is on the other side of the country. Then she realized, she had made a wish. Therefore
many questions swirled around her head, like is her mom really back, and are they living in New York again? Hayden pushed herself up
from the sand and before she could even process her feelings, her legs were speeding across the city to the apartment, where they once
lived before. Once she got close to their old apartment, the thought of her family not being there was startling to scare her. With this
fear in the way, she wasn't sure if she should open the door. Suddenly, a glance of faith pushed her to open the old rusted door. As the
door opened the screeching sound the rusted hinges sent chills to Hayden's spine. She closed her eyes, and was terrified to open

A Place Where the Sea Remembers
In A Place Where the Sea Remembers, Sandra Benitez invites us into a mesmerizing world filled with love, anger, tragedy and hope.
This rich and bewitching story is a bittersweet portrait of the people in Santiago, a Mexican village by the sea. Each character faces a
conflict that affects the course of his or her life. The characters in this conflict are Remedios, la curandera of the small town who listens
to people's stories and gives them advice, Marta, a 16 year old teenage girl, who was raped and became pregnant. Chayo is Marta's big
sister and Calendario is Chayo's husband. Justo Flores, his conflict is person vs. self. One of the most important conflicts in this story is
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Chayo still thinks the curse is there after four years. Marta takes care of her own child, and learns how to deal with the fact he came
from a rape but in the end there is a twist of fate. Remedios has seen Marta's future. She knows that her child is going to die; she sees
this when the boy was in his mother's womb. The conflict of person vs. person begins with Don Justo Flores. Each day he goes to the
beach where people beach pay him to see his birds perform tricks. Don Justo is a lonely man but he has a story. He had two wives and
five children, including Justina, his first, and Ernestina, his fifth. Suddenly he receives a telegraph; he suspects it is bad news but he
cannot read. He hopes the telegraph is from Justina saying all is forgiven. So as he walks on the beach as usual, he finds a girl named
Rita and asks her to pick her fortune. Don Justo asks the guy next to her to read him the telegraph. The guy tells him it is bad news after
he reads, "Come home at once, papa Justina is gone from us."(A Place Where the Sea Remembers, Sandra Benitez, p. 108) So he
gathers his things and goes to town for tequila and he blames himself for not being a good father and not being there for Justina when
she was a little girl. He remembers allowing his second wife to push Justina out of the house; he cannot stand the pain. Whether we like
it or not, conflict is a part of everyday lives. It can happen to anyone, from your friends to your family.

I Was A Little Nervous
Part One (329 words):
I was a little nervous about not only trying to perform the Stunning Spell, but also having this spell cast upon me, due to the fact that it
renders it's victim unconscious. I also did not expect the effect to be instantaneous.
Once my partner was ready and stood surrounded by cushions, I raised my wand and brought it back down in a quick slashing motion,
"Stupefy!". As a flash of blue light left my wand towards my partner, she immediately fell backwards onto the cushions. I found it quite
difficult to focus on making the spell effective as I did not want to cause her any permanent harm, however, I found that just thinking
about her becoming still was enough to get the spell to work this time, although I know that ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I barely thought about how it would affect him before his arms and legs immediately snapped to his sides and he fell face–first into the
pile of cushions. I must admit that I did laugh a little when I saw the look of frustration in his eyes.
Part Two (209 words):
Now we moved onto practicing the counters. Seeing as we had all tried the spells, we decided it was only fair that we all practiced the
counters as well.
First, one of my partners performed the Stunning Spell to our other partner and allowed me to practice the counter. Once our partner
was on the ground, I pointed my wand straight at her chest and said "Rennervate". As the bright red light shot from my wand, I kept
focusing on her waking up and sitting up. After a few seconds she did just that, which I was thankful for as my focus was starting to
waver a little.
When it came to the Full Body Bind Curse Counter, I volunteered to be the one that needed it. I tried to fight the curse as it hit me, but
there was no way to and I was on the floor in seconds. Laying there I heard one of my partners say "Petrificus Removere" and I could
see his wand move in a clockwise motion before the golden mist started to wrap itself around me. I could feel my muscles start to relax
from my toes upwards through my whole body until I was eventually able to move and sit up.
Extra Credit (605 words):
Walking into Hogsmeade to start my Christmas shopping with a few friends we couldn't help but notice a rather

The Winged Warriors
Leonie the Strong looked at her newborn daughter with love in her heart that spilled out into her eyes and was upon her face for all to
see. Her father Kevin the Unsure, loved her also and showed his love by working hard, for that was all he knew. He wished to spend
more time with his family, but felt easier in the presence of the winged warriors, cooking for them day and night.
Naming day came and after much consideration Leonie the Strong decided to call the little one Vicki–ann; a magical two–fold name
that means strong one who can call upon her ancestors for protection. She was too young to know about the world around her and was
safe. She gained a sister Jo–anne and the two little girls didn't know that tragedy was just around the corner, lurking in the shape of a
Taniwha, Waipero (alcohol).
Leonie had met Waipero numerous times and was familiar with his wiley ways – this is told in another story. Kevin could not protect
the family for he was lost in a great sadness and confusion. His family was growing apart and he felt powerless to stop it. Leonie was
desperate after another onslaught from Waipero and called upon the help of a wizened old man who promised aid. He took Leonie and
her daughters away and she went willingly for she was weary of the battle and did not notice the spell cast upon them. Alas, the
wizened old man exacted a cruel price for her devotion. He took their voices.
As the girls grew they remained silent and became compliant – not the

Fighting For Love Essay : Fighting For Love
Fighting for Love It was a cold Monday night when two families decided that they didn't want to take care of their kids so they drove to
this little town on the other side of the bridge and just left them alone wandering in the woods. The boy's name was Justin and he was
only six years old they had told him that they would be back but they lied and just took off. Jasmin was only five years old and they told
her that they were going to play hide and seek but they also lied to her. Justin started to walk and look for his parents, but instead he
saw Jasmin crying for help and he decided to help her out. Justin asked Jasmin "What are you doing out here it's so cold here have my
jacket" Jasmin, then told him "My parents said that we were playing hide and seek, but I saw them leave me here all alone". Justin then
told her that his parents would come for him, but they never did so he decided to look for them himself. They both got together to look
for their parents it was getting late already and they heard wolves howling so they decided to walk to the little town to find somewhere
to stay and sleep or call their parents.When they got to the little town which was named Riverdale they started to ask for help, but no
one wanted to help out a pair of kids. They started to walk further and they saw this bridge that had shade so they decided to stay there
for the night. As the years pass they decided to give up on finding their parents and started to focus on surviving on this small

I Walk Through The Door Of My Team House
~Valerie ~
I walk through the door of my team house. Seeing Professor Carl, and Mrs. Saren, on my couch.
"No, absolutely not!" I shove them through the door and close it.
"Open the door, V." I turn around and see one of my two team mates.
Lydia has long midnight black hair to her waist, golden tan skin, and bright exotic brown eyes. She is the same height as me, about mid
height, 5ft even. She has muscular build, me being more muscular and built of the three. I pull the door open. Glaring my hardest at our
bosses. "Hello, girls!" Mrs. Saren shrieks happily. I groan at her happy go lucky voice. She is extremely beautiful, even for siren
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I struggled then just slumped. Cursing under my breath.
"What 's the mission?" I asked. Mrs. Saren laughed at us.
"Five were–creatures were stolen by the humans!" she shrieked. I growled. The worst thing is when your kind are stolen. I growled and
sent an electric current through the air. They shrieked, and I apologized.
"In one hour the guards will shift, and there will be a lull in the guard. At this time strike, hard fast and deadly. The humans are already
experimenting on them." I nodded and Mrs. Saren and Carl left. I nodded to Lydia and she lifted her spell. We split to our rooms to
prepare. I pulled on a black shirt, a black leather jacket, a pair of leather pants, and leather combat boots. Leather is one of the few
materials that help mask a presence. Every loving things presence is their aura which mages use to cast magic. I then went into my
weapon drawer. I pulled out my sheaths and attached them to my clothes. Hidden, but in perfect reach. I had a boot knife, four daggers,
five throwing knives, brass knuckles, one Korean war fan that conceals throwing stars and knives, sais, and twin daggers. I shifted a
few times to make sure everything was secured. I read over my passage of my werecat assassin code, then met the others in the hall.
Lydia wore a stylish outfit like all mages. Who just had to look beautiful. She rocked a pair of tight leather pants, black dress like shirt,
open leather jacket, and ankle boots with skinny 4 inch heels. Her

Spell Of Money
Breaking the Spell of Money The natural systems like forests, wetlands, lakes, oceans, grasslands, rivers and the like; that we all
depend on for sustainability are deteriorating majorly because of the actions of humans. This diminishes the quality of our existence and
it can be said to have been caused by being selfish and shortsighted, consumerism to global corporates among others. Sanders however
proposes a different theory: confusion of financial wealth with real wealth. He explains how economy treats the natural world through
an analogy using humans. A human being a commodity, if one hand is cut and sold, can we say that since the other one is there and the
legs and other parts too and they seem to be okay all is well; why then do we treat

Creative Story : A Short Story
Jack smiled as he walked down the street to Chris's house, he had already had breakfast but knew he could expect another once he got
there. Jack glanced over the water at the brightening sky. The sun had not risen yet today but there was already signs of activity in the
city, workers moving around the port, ships getting ready to sail, and several small shops opening their doors. However, as he moved
inward past the common district and into the bureaucratic district people were only just beginning to awake, though of course it was
already in the third hour of morning. He also knew that Chris would still be in bed at this time, and expected he would arrive at Chris's
house soon after he arose.
He and Chris had met 10 years ago when Jack had been wandering around the port, Chris was there because his parents had brought
him, he was walking towards the large crane at the port. Chris was too small to be noticed by the men working the crane, but Jack had
good eyes and noticed him wandering toward the crane. Jack knew even then, his father had told him many times, that being around
cranes that were in use was dangerous. He cried out for the boy he saw to stop, but the boy ignored him and began running, so he raced
after him and shouted for him to stop again. At this sound the man who was about to start the crane noticed the boy running over and
picked him up and brought him back to his parents, and that was how they met.
By the time Jack had reached Chris's front door he was

The Spell of Sensibility
The Spell of Sensibility
Although the Romantic Era's general perspective regarding a woman's "sensibility" may seem distasteful to most contemporary readers,
the viewpoint was commonplace during the period. To be clear, this was mainly the assumption that women were dominated by their
'specially configured' and 'delicate' senses, rather than reason and intellect. Authors like Edmund Burke passively promoted these
fragilities in his verbosely titled piece A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful. While this
point of view retained popularity, there were thankfully those who sought to tear it to shreds. The author Mary Wollstonecraft, widely
lauded as "the first Feminist", actively addressed sensibility and more in her political and polemic treatise "Vindication of the Rights of
Woman". She cites deprivation of quality education for women, as well as their condescending treatment in society as reasons for this
sort of behavior. But to better understand why women were seen this way in the first place, it will help to briefly to define what
"Romanticism" really is, in a cultural and literary context. And while it is no longer as potent as it once was, the spell which tricks
society into believing women are a secondary and frail sex, is one that still has power today, and it is a spell which should be
permanently broken.
Regarding women and their so–called sensibility, Edmund Burke writes:
Among animals, the greyhound [dog] is more

Deem Spell Analysis
This movie describes a first African–American lawyer who became the Court's 96th justice. The movie revolves around Thurgood
Marshall. At a young aged he faced one of his greatest challenges while working as a lawyer for the NAACP. Marshall traveled to a
conservative Connecticut area but wealthy well known person in society, named Eleanor Strubing accuses a black chauffeur, named
Joseph Spell of sexual assault and attempted murder. Spell soon teams up with Sam Friedman, a local Jewish lawyer who's never
handled a criminal case. The two men, together build a defense while contending with racist and anti–Semitic views from those who
deem Spell to be guilty. One decision is made by the sitting judge known as judge Foster, an imperious old white

The Pride And Joy Of The Family
They 've always called me superstitious, even mad. They 've always called the happening a "coincedence." But I know better – and so
does Uncle Van, if he is still alive. It occured late at night. Not a particularly blustery, terrifying, or paralyzing night. On the contrary, it
was rather ordinary, with a light dusting of snow on the pavement. After a round of holiday excursions, an uneventful evening with just
the family (such as it was) was quite welcome, though others might have called it depressing. We were all gathered around the fire, on
the last night of the old year. Julie, the veritable pride and joy of the family, was there, and so were my father and mother, little Ross,
and a small army of aunts, uncles, and cousins. And then of course, there was Uncle Van. Uncle Van was semi–legendary in the family.
Nobody knew much about him. Why he had shown up at all was a mystery in itself. He looked quite young, but he was old. No one
knew how old. His hair was graying only at the edges, and he step was brisk and lively. His age was only betrayed in his old, old, eyes.
Uncle Van possessed a certain genius for storytelling. I confess that I had spent many of the previous weeks making eyes at Julie, who
had come to stay for the holidays. But for hours, Uncle Van had held us under a spell, and we sat as wide eyed and open mouthed as any
naive
babe and listened to the tales of myth, mystery, and magic that he told us. Even to this day, I

Essay On Writing A Spell
Writing Your Own Spells
There are no fixed rules on how to create spells and what one individual considers right may not work as well for others. It may
possibly take some time experimenting and practicing to discover what works best for you, particularly if you do not possess very much
skill with spell work.
Successfully accomplishing a spell is a skill that comes in relation to practice. The better you are at performing with magickal energy,
the better your results will be. The more you know the spell, the more effective it will be.
Your intent
When you're going to cast a spell you need to be mentally fixed on what you desire to occur. You ought to undoubtedly meditate before
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Therefore, the tools you use in fact matter. If you do not use any type of tool, you may have a less chance of your spells working.
So, what items do you need? Every herb, color, gemstone has its own properties. For example, if you were doing a spell for money, you
would use herbs such Basil, Cinnamon, Clove or Patchouli. The oils could be Cedar, Clove, or Patchouli. Citrine, Green Aventurine or
Jade would be your gemstones. Of course the color green. As in green for money. Green candles, green sachet. Perform on a Thursday
or Sunday. For protection, try Aloe, Basil, and Garlic. Amber, Garnet, Turquoise. Colors blue, white on a Thursday
Choosing your words
Writing your own spell is not difficult. It helps you to not only distinguish your spell, but to focus on it. Do you know what words you
will use? Do you plan to chant? Will it be vocalized during your spell or murmured under your breath? Are you going to recite
something ceremonial and authoritative, calling upon the Gods/Goddesses for support? Perhaps it will be the type where you simply
meditate on. Keep in mind, there is power in your words, so choose them wisely.
Timing
Your spells are usually worked on the day or days where it would be more effective. For example, for divination and healing magick,
Monday would be the day to perform. Sunday, using the energy of the sun would be the best time for healing and success, to obtain
goals.
The time of the day for spells will also play a

The Spirit Of The Warriors
When she was born, her mother, Leonie the Strong looked at her with love in her heart that spilled out into her eyes and was upon her
face for all to see. Her father Kevin the Unsure, loved her also and showed his love by working hard, for that was all he knew. He
worked day and night cooking food for the winged warriors to keep them strong. He wished to spend more time with his family, but felt
easier in the presence of the warriors. Naming day came and after much consideration Leonie the Strong decided to call the little one
Vicki–ann; a magical two–fold name that means strong one who can call upon her ancestors for protection. All was well and Vicki–ann
grew strong and was happy. She was too young to know about the world around her and was safe in her own little world. She gained a
sister Jo–anne and the two little girls didn't know that tragedy was just around the corner, lurking in the shape of a Taniwha, Waipero
(alcohol). Their mother had met Waipero numerous times and was familiar with his wily ways – this is told in another story. Suffice to
say that they were old foes. The girls' father could not protect the family. He was lost in a great sadness and confusion that his family
had grown apart and he felt powerless to stop it. Leonie was weak and desperate from another onslaught with no protection and called
upon the help of a wizened old man who promised aid. He took Leonie and her daughters away and she went willingly for she was
weary of the battle

Grand Sorceress Narrative Essay
"Ray!" Danielle yelled, chasing after her tiger, "Calm down! The Grand Sorceress will be here any minute!" Ray skid to a stop, nearly
crushing some flowers. "The Grand Sorceress? She's coming today! Oh I must make my golden fur coat look as dashing as possible!
Danielle, help me! I don't have arms or magic! I can't do it myself!" Danielle stood there with a look of annoyance on her face. "You've
got it all dirty running around. Now, I have to use my magic, as the Grand Sorceress' former apprentice, to clean up a tiger's fur." With a
swoosh of her hand, Danielle cleaned up Ray, still annoyed about having to do so. A bright flurry of light appeared by the stream in the
garden. Danielle and Ray immediately stood nicely, ignoring what had happened only a minute ago. "Hello Danielle, Hello Ray" Ray
bowed, leaving Danielle to reply "Hello, Grand Sorceress, welcome to my hideaway." Danielle did an impromptu curtsy, desperately
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Please, refer to me as Amber, you are my student, yes, but you are also like a sister to me." The only thing Danielle managed to
stuttered out was " I'm sorry Gra– Amber. I'm sorry Amber." Amber had a soft smile on her face, which disappeared as soon as she
started to speak. "Now let's discuss the happenings of this realm, pacifically the past few days. We will discuss in my realm. It will be
more secure." Danielle quickly turned to Ray "Guard this hideaway with your life. This place has decades of magical history and all of
my research of warlocks." Ray gave a simple nod. Danielle and Amber quickly left in a flurry of light. Ray paced around the perimeter
of the hideaway, after a minute of Danielle and Amber being in another realm, the attackers

The Verdimillious Spell
The two spells/charms we learned in this lesson were the Verdimillious and the Spongify charms. Verdimillious is a spell that can be
used to momentarily put a target at bay so you can either use another spell or get away quickly. That is really the only time this spell is
necessary besides when you want to illuminate a room. The pronunciation of this spell is vur – duh – MILL – ee – ous. To cast, you
slash your wand in forward motion. It shoots out green sparks or electrical energy. It also has another purpose, it can also be used to
light up a room. To do so, you wave your wand in a circular motion above your head and you need to make sure you're just aiming at
air. The light from the verdimillious charm can reveal entryways and other

Twinkle, who had been napping in front of a blazing fire,...
Twinkle, who had been napping in front of a blazing fire, woke with a start. "What's that swishing sound?" she asked Charlie, who had
been sleeping on the back of her old ratty armchair. Charlie yawned and rubbed his eyes with his tiny paws. "I slept so well," he
moaned. "You always sleep well, Charlie," Twinkle said. Whoosh. Whoosh. What a strange noise, Twinkle thought. Whoosh. Whoosh.
"What is that?" she asked again. "It's Swifty, the swallow," Alfie croaked from the top of the bookshelf. And really, when Twinkle
looked towards the window, she could see Swifty dashing past the house. He was shouting something, but Twinkle couldn't hear what
he said. She threw her comfy quilt on the floor, struggled up, stepped over Hugo, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Twinkle had been living a peaceful life with her friends, the animals, for many years, but she always feared, things might change some
day. She knew it was only a matter of time and her big sister Storm would find her. Maybe Storm didn't know yet where Twinkle lived,
but Twinkle assumed she was on her way. Why else would she leave the beautiful island in the sea and their family home? "Did you
make sure she didn't follow you when you flew back?" she asked Swifty. "Yes, I did. She left a few days before I arrived. If my
calculations are correct, and she has found out where you live, she could turn up any day." How awful, Twinkle thought. "We have to go
to the village tomorrow, to buy food," she said. "It will be a perfect opportunity to find out if she's sneaking around. Until then I will
renew the protective spell around the clearing. She may very well find the forest, but she will have a hard time to find the house." It was
early in the morning and Twinkle, Alfie, and Charlie were getting ready for their trip to the village. Alfie had cleaned his feathers until
they were nice and glossy. Twinkle had brushed Charlie's fur with her own comb and he looked as if he'd taken a bath. She had much
less luck with her own hair and, in the end, decided to use some of the lovely smelling hair gel she only used on special occasions. It
was warm outside; she didn't need a coat. She was wearing a pair of purple jeans, a bright green pullover, and her favorite

Descriptive Essay About Prisma
Once upon a time there was a faraway land called Prisma. The population of this kingdom is twenty–four thousand, one hundred and
forty people. It is on the east side of the Emerald Kingdom. Prisma is ruled by one of the best kings that people will ever meet and his
name is Luke. King Luke has a wife named Annabelle, together they have five kids named James, Serenia, Megan, Liam and Ella. They
also have a dog named Sugar and a cat named Thalia. They were the happiest family in the kingdom. King Luke was the kindest, most
caring, sweetest, loyal, loving, funny, and down to earth king you will ever meet. Before he became the king, he used to be an artist and
sculptor. Queen Annabelle was kind and nurturing. She used to be a normal girl in ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Why can 't someone else go on the quest to help him? Father, please don 't go, this kingdom needs you," she cried. "Sweetheart, it will
only be for a month or two. Your uncle got himself into trouble and needs help," her told her. "Okay, well that 's not your fault, that is
his own fault, but whatever, I 'll just go finish my paintings. Love you father," she said with a bit of a sassy voice. "Alright, promise me
that you will continue this art. You 've gained so much knowledge. You found your talent. Keep it up," encouraging her to keep up the
good work. "I will," she told him as she left the room. Little did her father know that she was starting to develop a passion for
Photography. After her father left for the quest her cat Thalia went missing, but her mother said she passed away. Little did she know,
that Thalia was thrown out by her mother. The quest was supposed to be only a month or two no longer than that like he told her. After
six months past by, King Luke never returned back home. So she thought the quest was taking longer than expected. She started
thinking to herself, "What if he never found uncle Edward, yet? What if uncle Edward lied to father and wants to kill him? No, he
wouldn 't do that. He would never kill his own brother." Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into
days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. Six years has past by, and he still never returned
home. James is

My First Ever Defence Against The Dark Arts Lesson
Lesson 1: Introduction
Yesterday was my first ever Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson! I can tell it's going to be my favourite subject, well, maybe joint
favourite along with Charms. We met our Professor, Melanie Silvers, who seems absolutely lovely. I've heard stories about how lots of
professors in the past, before the Second Wizarding War, ended up having to leave after only one year, so I hope that doesn't happen to
Professor Silvers. We received our syllabus, which looks so exciting! So many different spells and creatures to look at each week!
We learned two incantations yesterday; the Wand–Lighting Charm and the Wand–Extinguishing Charm, and I have been practising
them both in my spare time. The Wand–Lighting Charm, Lumos, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
After another few attempts, the light was significantly more yellow in colour, and I felt very pleased with this outcome.
The Wand–Extinguishing Charm, Nox, is a lot easier to use. At first, it took me a few attempts to get it right, but I can successfully use
it each time I require the effects of Lumos to be removed. It feels really exciting to be using a spell that simple requires a flick of the
wrist and a short word!
Lesson 2: Bright Lights and a Little Softener
A few days ago we learned about Verdimillious and Spongify. I have since had the chance to try out both of them!
On Monday evening, I was running through the grounds to get back into the Castle before dark, when I tripped on a tree root and fell
over. I think I was unconscious for some time and when I awoke it was quite dark. I tried to move, but I had broken my ankle. I needed
to find a way of alerting someone to where I was. My muggle grandfather had taught me Morse code when I was younger, so I thought
I might be able to use it with Lumos to attract attention. My head hurt and I wasn't able to concentrate properly, so after saying
"Lumos!" I could only see a faint white light that wouldn't really attract any attention at all. I realise now that I had forgotten to think
about charging the spell properly! I took a few moments to rest.
I thought about Verdimillious too. I had picked it up pretty easily over the last

Short Story : ' The ' N Hard Man '
Hey! Welcome back. This chapter may take a while to be completely finished, cause creating a characters history is frick 'n hard man.
At least I have a time period, and characters. Thanks Hiro!
–Year x377–
[Narrator POV]
It was a day in the middle of spring, and it couldn 't have been more perfect, for it had been raining for many days previous. As if the
universe new the events that were about to unfold, and wanted to give the children a final parting gift, for it was their final day in this
time. There was a village filled, with blue haired individuals, itching in anticipation as they watched the gate, and those who were going
to use it. The strangest part of it, was not the 5 dragons standing next to the gate, but the children, one ... Show more content on
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"Go. Remember, that once you are there. Search for for..." He was cut of as a bloodcurdling roar was suddenly heard. There was only
one creature with a roar that terrible. "ANNA YOU MUST OPEN IT NOW. BEFORE HE GETS HERE! Take Polaris. I will try and
hold it off as long as I can." The celestial mage was startled out of her shock. She looked to the sky, and saw a black and blue dragon,
unlike any she had seen before, approaching. She hadn 't seen it before, but she knew who or rather what it was. Acnologia. He was
approaching fast from the north and so she needed to take action. "Come forth, spirits of the heavens!" The twelve zodiac keys she held
in her hand began to glow, and lifted out of her hand. They formed a circle in front of the gate, and Anna pushed with her hand, sending
the keys into the gates keyholes. The gate opened without a sound, and Anna ushered the frightened children in. Just then, the dragon of
the apocalypse crashed down into the village, crushing and scattering the stargazers. The celestial mage was desperately trying to close
the gate, but it was closing too slow. She turned and stood in fear as the black dragon began charging it 's roar. *ROOOAR!* Time
seemed to slow down for the blond woman. 'This is the end ' she thought. The roar never reached her. 'What happened? And where did
the dragon go? ' She was astonished. Acnologia was gone, but what happened? ' That was when she saw Sirius. 'Oh no! ' She rushed to
his side.

Butterfly : A Short Story : Princess Eclipsa Butterfly
The pervasive darkness in the Forest of Certain Death marked everything with a pale, comforting gloom. The buzz and chirp of insects
were a familiar background concerto for Princess Eclipsa Butterfly as she ambled through the woods. Her legs and feet were covered by
ebony trousers and hiking boots that aided her in evading the spiky trunks of trees. Her dark purple blouse with its long sleeves and
high neckline shielded her from the forest's nightly, cooler air. For being twelve years old, she thought she knew her way around this
forest quite well without the use of the magical, yet safer, pathways her fellow Mewmans relied upon. Thinking about how long I've
been sneaking out to play here, that comes as no surprise. She thought, feeling a swell of pride at her own resourcefulness and intimate
knowledge of the woodland. Eclipsa paused in her walk to look up at a group of bleeding willow trees, keeping the hood of her black
cloak in place on her head, which helped her blend into her surroundings. The snowy–white, spiky trunks of the trees stood firm even in
the greatest challenges. There were some with thick branches that grew upward as if reaching for the sky with their enflamed leaves.
Others possessed skeleton thin branches that were flexible and strong, bending without breaking as they hung down in blood red
clusters. A small smile graced her lips as she admired their crimson beauty and danger. They were always her favourite trees in this
forest due to how

Rozzy's Ironic Figures: A Narrative Fiction
Delphi Rozzy walked into the recording studio carrying her black cat Bart. As President of the Junior League of Atlanta witches, it was
her duty to record a short weekly address. Plus, she had to break the love spell she had accidentally placed on Jake Baton during their
senior year of high school. Mastering spells was not Delphi's strongest attribute. The week before, she had turned the king of the trolls
into an ant instead of a giant. The old biddies in the coven were still gossiping over that oops.
Jake stood from his office chair. His dark eyes blazed with hunger. "Sit."
Bart jumped down and looked at him. "Loverboy, fetch me some tuna. Pronto."
"Hush." Delphi looked at Bart, then stole a glance at Jake. Her stomach flipped. She took ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"Game changer." Jake reached up, wrapping his hands around the troll's neck and snapped it in one swift jerk. He tossed the body down
and rushed to Delphi. Tears rolling down his face, he looked up to Bart. "What do I do?"
"For the love of magic. Does anyone read the rulebook? Kiss her!"
Jake leaned over her pale lips, and brushed his lips across her tender flesh. A tear splashed onto her cheek. Delphi moaned and opened
her eyes. "You kissed me."
Bart swaggered over to Delphi. "Sleeping Beauty, look at his chest."
Delphi swatted Bart away. She reached up and pulled Jake back down. "Kiss me again."
Jake kissed her and then she whispered, "I don't unseal the spell."
He grinned. "Shall we go for the second option now?"
Bart huffed. "I need some catnip. Open your eyes. Look at his chest. He has the seal of the protective dragon. He's immune to your
spells. The buffoon is really in love with you. And he's trying to get in your panties."
"You're protected from me?" Delphi pushed Jake off her and sat up. Her head spun from the poison and the truth. "All these years, you
let me think it was the

Conjuring Spells
Conjuration Noun: 1.A magic incantation or spell. 2. The performance of something supernatural by the means of a magic incantation
or spell. Origin: Latin– conjurare, or conjuratio. For example the preposterous claim that he could raise the spirits of the dead with a
mystical conjuration. There are two main types of conjuring spells. Those which conjure objects and those which conjure spirits. Spells
which conjure objects are relatively simple to cast and rarely have negative consequences to casting. Those spells which conjure spirits
are some of the most powerful spells in existence. When these spells are cast incorrectly the caster is usually haunted for the rest of
their lives by the tormented soul they tried to conjure. I personally don't

Personality In Dante's Inferno
Didn't have enough room to dump all this text on the app =v=/ so here is some more info on Dante.
Personality:
Dante is an introvert who works a lot better with others one on one vs being confronted by a group. Carrying somewhat of a defeatist
attitude, he hates being prejudged but accepts too easily nothing he can do will change how others think of him, so why try right? It's
not surprising this is the reason why he doesn't get along with most people or why he can strongly come off like an ass even when he
doesn't mean for it. If somehow his distant personality doesn't push you away, you'll find that he's actually a silly goofball under the
surface, even messing or overly joking around with those he calls close. Nothing hurts him more then ... Show more content on
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(He shapeshifts into his Amphitere form, the last thing his human form would want and a very, very deadly alter ego. When locked into
this spell Dante can not fight off the monstrous switch in his brain and will become the most unforgiving sadistic creature hell bent on
causing as much damage to anyone and any thing as possible, even to those close to him, heck the closer the better. In this form he can
fly, fire a disgusting black fire ball and tunnel underground with his sharp claws. Speaking of claws, if you get cut by them you will be
infected with chromatose. A deadly virus that only Amphitere blood built an immunity towards. Stage 1 is the cut turning pale followed
by black dots forming around the surround areas. Stage 2 is where it travels over the body causing it to go completely sickly pale with
black dots and horrendous cause of coughing up black ooze. Stage 3, the ooze will fill the host system's body intill it leaks out every
crack left and suffocates them from the inside out making for a painful death. This virus however is not fast and can take up to a couple
of days to kill, however if the host has a damaged body or ends up getting more cuts it will processes much, much faster at an alarming

Spell For Chameleon
A Spell for Chameleon is the magical fantasy book written by Piers Anthony in 1977. The book has won the Preditors and Editors
award, and the Wizard Sites Award. Later in 2018, there will be a movie and animated television show about the Xanth series. The
Author, Piers Anthony, got the the name Xanth by taking the last letter of his first name and the first four letters of his last name. The
Xanth novels has a total of forty three books in total. The story is located in the magical land of Xanth, however the main character
changes from book to book the main character for "A Spell for Chameleon" is Bink.
The story begins in North Village with Bink looking upon the land of Xanth on lookout rock. He sees a lizard, the lizard is harmless but
is scared of humans. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He approached his fiancee and they talked about there future together as a couple. Her power was useless but it was pretty she could
project a hologram in front of her eyes and think about a certain thought, however the catch was that she could only produce for a
couple seconds since her full thought has to be on her power. She said an idea that could make bink a citizen. He would make visit to
south of Xanth and talk to magician Humfrey. Magician Humfrey is a magician of Xanth who can cast spells.
Magician Humfrey could detect if there's magic in him, but for one of his spells is a years worth of service. If Magician Humfrey were
to not detect any powers then he would spend the last of his time in Xanth as a worker for Humfrey away from his fiancee. It was a risk,
but it was a risk worth taking if it meant he had a chance to be with her for the rest of his life. He went to his parents in the village and
packed his staff, food, and knife. His plan was to stick to the paths made by the king himself, because those roads are have a protection
spell on it and only things that were peaceful and

Creative Writing: Ebon
Ebon was awake first the next morning. He was still tired, but he figured they had to move quickly. He stood up and slung his knapsack
over he shoulder. He wanted to search for their campsite from the previous night. He walked over and shook Ilene awake. They were
both wet with morning dew. I guess it's refreshing. Ebon thought. "Wha... Oh. Hey Ebon. Good morning." she mumbled sleepily. "We
had better go looking for our campsite." Ebon said. Ilene rolled over and did not get up. Ebon sighed. "Well, you asked for it." He
stretched out his hand. "Mittuam." he whispered. Water sprayed out of his hand and splashed all over Ilene. She coughed and stood up,
frustrated. "What was that for!?" Ebon shrugged. "You wouldn't get up." She huffed. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Have you done it before?" "Only as practice with Master Eldon. I never actually needed to use it." "Don't worry. I'm fine. Really I am."
Ebon grinned. "You're a pretty good liar." Ilene set her jaw. Her eyes blazed a warning. "I've had plenty of practice." Ebon quickly
changed the subject. "Are you hungry?" She looked at her stomach. "Famished." she replied. "Let's hope the inn at this town is better
than the last." Ebon said. "You would not believe how bad the food was." "Yeah. I've gotten pretty sick of dried meat and that cracker
stuff. Lucius did not have a good sense of taste." she frowned as she remembered her brother. Ebon shook his head. It was hard to make
conversation with her without bringing out an element of their pasts. They stood in awkward silence until the came to the gate of the
town. The guards that stood on either side walked up to them. One gestured to Ilene's makeshift sling. "That's an interesting sling." he
said in a gruff voice. "Um..." Ebon racked his brain for an excuse. "Our mother made it for us." Ilene said quickly. "Just before she died,
she made it out of the rarest material she could find, and gave it to my brother and me." Ebon nodded. "Yes. It's difficult to talk

Dragonet's Story: The Castle Of Dresenalt
Dragonet lost her parents as a baby and reared in the castle of Dresenalt. She was as wild as her red hair, with strands of brown and gold
woven through it. Her eyes were so green with such a brilliance of sparkle and laughter on her lips. She would run in the fields of wild
flowers that surrounded the castle, moreover loved deeply by the king and queen as if she was theirs, and betrothed to their son
Airamon and a joy to the whole kingdom. The kingdom had never known a child quite like her, then on a very cold, chilly night the
queen and she was returning from the village when they disappeared, Captured as a young child, four cycles old, additionally she had
no remembrance of her past, or recollection of where she had ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The old woman said in an outrage. "No!" The sorcerers answer her in a trembling voice. "This child serves no purpose, useless to us,
make her into a slave, for the animal Beast; get her out of here medially. We have disgustingly, mollycoddled her long enough under
false pretense. She is not the dragon child as foretold." The old woman entered the sorceries spell chamber; first–time Dragonet had laid
eyes on her. She was very old, her eyes floated in their sockets. The white of her eyes were coal black, hands wrinkled and bone,
fingernails long and curved like bird claws. Dragonet was at the spell book pretending, she was the sorcerer. The old woman slapped
her, knocking her down onto the cold stone floor.
"Get out of here this instant; I cannot swallow the sight of you any longer." The old woman was out of control and shook with fury. The
sorcerer, standing next to the old woman's side, pointed at her, "Leave and go to your chambers and do not to leave them." A couple of
hours had passed; her tears could not flow any longer. She lay on her bed, rolled up in a ball, silent as the cold stone walls that surround
her. Her door opened, and the sorcerer and his general, stood there, just stared at her. The general grabbed her, yanking her to her

Malevolence Spell
My mother was delighted to see that I was blending in with everyone. It worried her some since she never entered the coven as a
voodoo practitioner. It was a love affair with Ms. Joan's husband that started the troubles here in Texas.
Nevertheless, Ms. Joan our priestess put a terrible spell that would make no man talk to her. The malevolence spell of the black widow.
I feel like it sort of fell on me as well since boys in high school detested the sight of me. I stayed up many nights looking at the mirror
trying to find that word ugly. It felt as being dumb to the fact that I had attraction. Although the spell was very cruel my mother never
reverse it back and nor did Joan knew that MacGregor treated me like his daughter. It was all perform ... Show more content on
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I felt like it was so much my fault that guilt was easy seen on my face. I wanted to apologize to this coven for stopping the ceremony. I
had ways of turning people lives awful. I done it so much that my own father never returned because I had to become a witch. Mother
gave me a big hug with the towel and a delicate kiss on the forehead.
" I had a dream about grandmother." I told my mother as the nice group of women with flowers tied around their head help to dry my
soaked dress that glue to my body.
"What did she say?" my mother questioned me as she help me up off the sandy shore.
" She called me grand daughter while another little child held her hand until the man who came with light spoke." I replied .
Joan turn around from pouring the water over the fire pit.
She stared at me with such amazement. She turn to Mr. MacGregor with such a look I can not explain.
"What did the man tell you?" MacGregor asked walking over to me.
"Something about having energy and you will be the mother." I just had a moment." I quickly replied not wanting to shame my mother
or myself anymore than what I had that night.
The new female I met walked over to me and gave me a hug very tight. She pulled me closer to her whispering softly in my ear

Dealing With Dragon Character Analysis
Dealing with Dragons
In the novel, Dealing with Dragons by Patricia C. Wade, the main character Cimorene runs away from home in hopes of getting away
from all the rules of being proper. When she runs away she goes to the enchanted forest where she meets Kazul and other dragons, and
volunteers to be Kazul's princess. then later her best friend Alianora ,the stone prince and her defeat of Woraug and how the wizards
how were planning to sabotage the trails so that Woraugcould win ,become king and give the King's Crystal to the wizards so they
could find all of the most magical treasure.In addition athough Cimorene had run away from home to get away from being proper and
acting kind to those that she did not feel fond of for example Therindal,she did in fact act very princess like when she was the of Kazul,
the dragon.
In addition to the novel "Dealing with Dragons" there was an argument on whether Cimorene acted in a princess–like manner or
not.Also if she was justified for doing so or not.
In chapter 4 it says"Lie Down!"Cimorene commanded.Kazul looked at her in surprise and collapsed in another fit of
coughing.Cimorene waited until the dragon's coughing had subsided,then said

Descriptive Essay Roommate
I went back into my dorm room. I sat my things down on the kitchen table and turned to the fridge, opening to get a drink of water as I
was literally dying of thirst.
"Are you my roommate?" I jumped and quickly turned around. My roommate's appearance that I just met now, has a light brown bob
cut, rounded glasses with grey eyes, wearing a casual navy blue dress with a red leather belt. She stood near the table with her boxes
and bags and I gave her a calm look, with a gentle smile.
"Oh yes, my name's Elaine. Nice to meet you, and you are?"
"I'm Kira. Sorry I came here a bit late, traffic." She gave a little laugh and I accepted it. We began to sit down on the kitchen table and
got to know each other as we kept talking, it seemed to be that she is also new, in my classes, and we could somehow relate with each
other on our likes, dislikes, choices, and other little things. Kira is one of those people who is an introvert at first, but when you get to
talk to her more, she seems to be more easygoing and very kind and friendly.
"Hmm, what to do, what to do." I say as I roam around in my small room after saying our goodnights to each other after our time
talking. I decided to lay on the queen sized bed, with my choice of own sheets that are pink polka dots with a grey background. My
walls are a beige colour as everything else were to be only filled with other colours, mixed with plain such as brown and black.
"Elaine, Elaine, Elaine, where are you.." I woke up frightenedly,

The 's Arms Down, Out Of Breath
Ebon put his arms down, out of breath. He imagined his master smiling and telling him what a good job he had done. The thought made
him swell with pride.
Something he saw yanked him out of his thoughts. The back of the crowd was stirring. He turned and cut the man, who was about to be
burned, loose. "May the King bless you!" The man cried as he ran to the outstretched arms of his family.
Ebon smiled as a deep sense of satisfaction washed over him. He then turned and pushed his way to the back of the crowd. He stood
aghast at what he saw.
The two Dark Wizards that had killed Eldon were fighting each other! The boy had drawn his sword and was hurling spheres of green
light at the girl. The girl tried hard to deflect all of them with her sword. Dark Wizards could not do shield spells. The boy grabbed his
sword with his other hand and pulled it apart. It split into two swords! His voice roared like thunder. "You are a disgrace to the Dark
Wizards! You are a disgrace to me!"
The boy continued to yell a spell that Ebon had never heard before. Ebon could see that the girl was beginning to lose the battle. He
watched her swing her sword in vain. She kept stumbling back. Finally, she tripped and fell over. Her sword clattered a few feet away.
Ebon found himself with an inner struggle. These were murderers. They killed without hesitation. They were ruthless, unstoppable, and
unforgiving. But the boy was really about to kill her. Even if they were bad, he still felt a need to help. He

Research Paper On Frozen
Frozen: A Tale of Two Princesses The fictional movie Frozen is based on the lives of Anna and Elsa, two sisters who are also
princesses. Frozen received many prestigious awards in the film community, such as Academy Awards and Golden Globes. The fact
that Frozen proved to be such an adored and acclaimed movie did not come as a surprise to me. After watching Frozen with my
younger daughter, it quickly became one of my favorite Disney movies due in part to the positive messages it taught throughout the
movie. Anna and Elsa are the two main characters in this movie. In the beginning of the movie, Anna and Elsa have a seemingly
unbreakable bond. They are seen building snowmen and playing together like one ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Anna begs Elsa time and time again to play and do things that they did earlier in their childhood. Elsa simply instructs Anna to go away
and leave her alone, since she is not allowed to have contact with anyone for fear her powers might harm them. The movie takes
another dark, twisted turn when Anna and Elsa are both orphaned at a young age when their parents' ship is overturned at sea.
Following their parents' death, it is learned that Elsa will become the new Queen. The castle doors have remained locked for years in an
effort to hide Elsa's powers from the Kingdom of Arrendele. To celebrate Elsa becoming Arrendele's new queen, a coronation
celebration is held inside the castle. Elsa is apprehensive and anxious about the ceremony. She fears that the kingdom will learn of the
powers she has been desperately trying to conceal her entire life. Anna sees the coronation ceremony as a
chance to interact with new faces and host an extravagant ball. While Anna craves for attention and interaction, Elsa shies away from
new people and feels threatened by outsiders. Being that Anna is the hopeless romantic in the story, she is quick to fall in love with
Prince Hans, almost immediately after they meet. Anna asks Elsa for her blessing to marry Hans. Elsa, being level–headed and the more
rational of the two, quickly denies Anna's request. An argument soon follows, and Elsa is

Essay On The Story Of Chapter 1
"HAWKE!" Isabela shouted while dashing into her who fell after being knocked down. "You fucking, bloody idiot." Securing her in
arms; However, the blood descending from the left temple through her face makes she feels a cold at the back of the spine.
"What in maker's name happened," Aveline hastily came nearby seeing the fainted mage on Isabela's arm.
"This fucking idiot. For some reason jumped to take a hit from that spear," Isabela takes her face looking at the unresponsive Hawke,
the damage looks severe, some flesh and hair mixed above in her shoulders.
"By the ancestors. Where's Blondie when we need him," Varric said. Just when killing the last Tal–Vashoth with Bianca.
"Shit, fuck, shit." Isabela cursed. She blamed herself in mind for ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
In a dream, diverse Images of various accomplishments and mistakes. A girl called Mercy. A friend in Lothering, just at her sixteen
years old. Beautiful and funny, green eyes and golden hair like if coming from a fairy tale. However, even being a girl she was attracted
to her beyond simple friendship, although she never demonstrated the opposite, in the end, the girl stated she appreciated only a man
when came to anything more than friendship.
Despite the effort to understanding and stay away from her, she found a peculiar tome, where a description says, "For those wishes, you
think in having and not what they aren't beware. For some the results based on your heart, the choices cannot be undone."
Reading the Tome while ignoring the warning, she found a peculiar spell. After days of intense research and translations, the spell,
when combined with a potion to be crafted, would change the gender from who drinks it for a couple of days.
Another memory as a confuse dream coming out, the day she used the spell after swallowing the foul liquid with a harmful taste. The
pain of change coming from inside, she saw her vagina sealing while pointing out a penis. The Burn being unbearable on her belly and
finally passing out.
Bethany was the one who found her first, and with a terrified expression towards her

Underdark Narrative
go forth into the underdark!""I know." She said in a disputed voice; I replied in what I hoped was a happy tone. "Do you want some ice
cream?" She flared up, and asked "What flavor?" "Your favorite Cookie Dough!" I relied. When I swept into the kitchen, got the ice
cream I cept in the back of the fridge and grabbed two spoons. Then went back to the living room, and sat down on the couch, handed
her the spoon and opened up the ice cream. We finished it of together. After we were done we both head off to bed we laid down and
went to sleep. Capture 2 I woke up to a banging at the door, I got dressed quickly and ran to the door. A city official stood before me,
said in a rather proud tone... "You have been selected to participate in the ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I responded with more or less gees I started and the door opened after I said "the green hunter" I entered the room and it was a what had
to be at least a hundred leavers and spear in the center of the room was a spear which had sun shining down it looked it had blasted
through over one thousand feet of stone I muttered to myself "holy shit I didn't realize we were that fair down" the spear was mostly
blue with there bing silver wrapping around it kinda like a candy cane and with the spear head also being silver I pulled it out of the
ground feeling the raw electrical energy it was huge and the weapon felt as if it head been drained of most of it's energy and also like it
was going to replenish over time I looked at the letters and said fuck this I'm going down the path of stragath I headed to the other side
going through the door on the other side there was what looked to be an earth golem and as I entered the room the door slammed behind
me and the golem came to life rushing toward me in a panicked movemen I ran toward it and spun the spear around to land a hit on its
shoulder and unlike I had expected instead of making a dent it cut its entire arm of cutting through the steal like it was paper it stuttered
back and from where the wound it had received the strict vines and branches lanced toward me if I haded ducked they would have
impling me but instead they sailed by smashing into the rock crushing it after that I spun on one heel spring around slicing through it

Fighting For Love Essay : Fighting For Love
Fighting for Love
It was a cold monday night when two families decided that they didn't want to take care of there kids so they drove to this little town on
the other side of the bridge and just left them alone wandering in the woods. The boy's name was Justin and he was only six years old
they had told him that they would be back but they lied and just took off. Jasmin was only five years old and they told her that they
were going to play hide and seek but they also lied to her. Justin started to walk and look for his parents but instead he saw Jasmin
crying for help and he decided to help her out. Justin asked Jasmin "What are you doing out here it's so cold here have my jacket"
Jasmin then told him "My parents said that we were playing hide and seek, but I saw them leave me here all alone". Justin then told her
that his parents would come for him but they never did so he decided to look for them himself. They both got together to look for there
parents it was getting late already and they heard wolves howling so they decided to walk to the little town to find somewhere to stay
and sleep or call their parents.When they got to the little town which was name riverdale they started to ask for help but no one wanted
to help out a pair of kids. They started to walk further and they saw this bride that had shade so they decided to stay there for the night.
As the years pass they decided to give up on finding their parents and started to focus on surviving on this small town. Justin was now
17 years old and Jasmin was 16 years old and since they were leaving under the bridge for a long time they haven't seen people that
much cause they never go out just to go hunt or look for food in the woods. They were getting tired of hunting and looking for food in
the woods so they decided to go to the little town to get some regular food. They were a bit scare to go because they haven't seen people
for a while. Not to mention that the clothes they had on didn't fit them anymore. They decided to start walking to the little town and
people looked at them all weird. They try and ask for help but they get scare of the people because the people keep on staring at them
weird and telling them bad stuff. Justin and Jasmin see

Review Of ' It 's Getting More Difficult '
'It's getting more difficult...'
Star smiled as she listened to Marco lamenting on his inability to ask Jackie out. He had been going all morning. From the second that
she sat down for breakfast all she heard was Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, Jackie. Now the name grated on her ears and made her struggle to
retain her positivity. She is his best friend and she needs to support him...no matter how much it hurts.
The truth is that Star has been feeling more than friendly toward her bestie for a while now. It had started after the Blood Moon Ball.
They both went to bed after getting back but the Mewni Princess had remained awake for hours after. She lay there replaying the
memory of the mysterious stranger sweeping her up in his arms and leading her ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
That did not make it hurt any less.
"I guess I'll see you after class then," Marco said.
They had already made it to their first class. The safe kid took his seat at the front while Star slid into hers three rows down. She stared
at him for the entire period.
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Star sat bolt upright in bed later that night. One hand clutched her wand while the other grasped the neckline of her night dress.
'A dream...' she thought, 'or a nightmare.'
She could not decide which.
Star flopped back onto her bed with a sigh, throwing her arm over her forehead. The dream had been about Marco. In it Star had been
Jackie and the safe kid had finally plucked up enough courage to ask her out. It had been a dream come true and the worst gut punch of
her life. She did not know if it was good or bad that she had said yes.
The Mewni Princess laid awake for an hour before rolling out of bed. She could not get back to sleep. The dream kept knocking around
in her skull. She bit her lip in indecision as she eyed her spell book. It would not take much...if she could mow down Ludo and his
minions with an army of war horses it could not be too difficult to...
But it was wrong and when Marco found out, because he would find out, then their friendship would be done. Unless...
Star opened the spell book. Glosserick rolled over with an inelegant snort. She had to say his name a few times before he decided to
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