Day DreamPale gold contrasted sharply with rich blue heralding the approaching sun. Memories of a sixteenth birthday filled the girl's mind as recent events proved it was impossible to outrun fate. The girl, Dylan, shivered and pulled her legs close to her chest as a breeze off the water ruffled her fair blonde hair. The spot she chose to be her perch was a precarious one, but possessing the ability to ignore gravity at will made a fear of heights obsolete.
She listened to a repeat of that evening's news broadcast as it drifted up from below out of someone's apartment. Off in the distance but still too close for comfort sirens blared as an audible reminder of the events that had recently transpired. The city was still in shock and probably would be for days to come. Now two men were arguing on the broadcast. One of the men arguing made the assertion that metahumans were a threat to society. How did you control someone who could walk through walls or lift five tons singlehandedly? The truth was
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It was the sort of event where no one possessed less than a few billion platinum; an event somewhere between a white tie and black tie of olden Earth. At this event was a young lady who impressed and charmed almost all she spoke with. She was highly educated and cultured. Certainly she was a creature of beauty and pose that gave off the impression she belong in such a high society event. Her youth allowed for the rich scarlet accents on her otherwise snowy white gown. Her satin opera-length gloves matched her evening gown. Part of her raven black hair was swept up and pinned loosely allowing trestles to fall freely about her shoulders. The small diamonds that dotted her hair caught the light as she glided across the floor glittering like stars in the night sky. She danced effortlessly to each song and always followed her partner's lead. Not once did she trip on the hem of her evening gown the entire evening. Just watching her and knowing nothing else about her it was impo
Monologue of the WatcherI have come to an astonishing, earth shattering, brain boggling, dire chinchilla shocking, end-of-the-universe-and-everything-in-it conclusion! What, you ask, is this holy revelation? I have discovered through use of my massive intellect that the people are dumb. Very. Very. Dumb.
I create this wonderful new land for them and wait and wait AND WAIT FOR THEM TO ARRIVE and for a time things are grand. They discovered fire and nightshade (and in retrospect I see how both of these were bad ideas); they built monuments and fell in love (also in retrospect perhaps I should have included guides or lessons in both field). Learning curves aside things were pretty happening.
And then trouble struck.
The people started to fight. There was famine. There was fire. Golems and goblins ran amok. Worst of all the dire chinchillas from Bob's world invaded my world! (Thanks for nothing, Bob).
I quickly realised that unless I did more than just watched I would find myself watching grass grow. Been there.
The Origin of DeathDeath is not the original entity known as Death. He was in fact once a human being by the name of Olson the Wise. He was a middle-aged scholar of the arcane and a leading authority on ancient worlds. Olson the Wise was a part of the Terra Lords, a society of mages whose only goal was to learn about the unseen world around them. Their home was the peaceful kingdom of Argola. However, it would be his ambitions and curiosity that would lead to his slow, but sure destruction.
It was on a starry, midsummer night deep within the catacombs of Seneca that Olson the Wise and a fellow member of the Terra Lords found a sealed room. Inside the room were mounds of abandoned scrolls waiting to be discovered again. Most were eaten away by the passage of time; too fragile to take form their musty shelves. The ones that could be taken were and for the next month, the two Terra Lords feverously worked on translating the archaic scrolls back at their home in the city of Delvesia. Only after the last scro