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The Sun didn't like that the Moon had taken this step and ruined The Sun's plan. \n\nIn its fit of rage. The Sun pushed and dropped its own droplet onto the Earth. \nBut this one. \nWas not, a being of light.\nIt was a being of dark. \nThis being would contradict everything that the first did.\nOne that would defeat the other. \n\nThe Earth trembled as the Droplet hit the hot desert floor, sucking up the only life that surrounded it and used it to bring itself to life.\n\n\nOn that night, a baby boy, with silver hair and eyes with no colour, awoke, taking his first breath.\nWell sort of. \nThe water that surrounded him filtered through his gills. \nBut he knew that they would disappear when they hit the air. \nBut at that moment, he was happy.\nHappy to be surrounded by the fish and plants that gave him life. \nIn a way, they were his family.\nHis name?\nThe Moon deemed him with the name of Xander \n\nBut on that day. \nA girl was born. \nHer hair was ashen blonde and her eyes raged orange. \nAs she took her first breath of the hot air, she felt strength. Unlimited, untamed strength.\nAnd she was going to learn it. \nThe Fennec foxes, Monitor Lizards, Sidewinders and Scorpions that surrounded her, bowed at her power and trembled. \nThe girl, curious of her power, reach a finger out and touched a poor fox. \nIt dropped dead as soon as her finger brushed. \nHer name?\nThe Sun had named her for what she was. Dabria, an Angel of Death. \n\n\n\n\nBy the age of ten Xander had a lengthy understanding of human behavior, of human love and interaction. The importance of care and of tenderness. The love a mother had for her baby, a love siblings have for each other, the care and teasing relationship between friends. \nHe understood how important it was in human behavior and what the lack of could do. He’d seen what hate could do, listened to the stories his tutors told him of people who were evil beyond compare. \n\nBy the age of ten Dabria had a complete knowledge of human wars. The wars of the past, wars of the possible future, civil wars, apocalyptic wars. She knew as much as she could. She knew of the hate between governments, the rivalry between families, the killings that were both collateral and intentional. She knew how people loved to shoot other people, to show off their own power. \nShe loved it. \nShe’d seen the disgusting time of love and light, the care and nurture that others tried to bring, only to be shot down. It was like a roller coaster, except she could predict every move. \n\n\n\nWhen Xander was fifteen he had control over his moon-given powers. Powers meant to heal and love. To bring light onto the darkness of human lives. He made his first trip out of the ocean in all of his fifteen years. Surprised by human technology and lingo. His own language understandably old-fashioned compared to the other children of his age group. He spent a week studying, learning and listening to humans, living in a city where people always were. He’d found homeless people, dying on the streets of sad diseases and cured them. He’d found children, lost in the dark and lit their way for them, bringing them away from the darkness descending upon them. \nEvery night, he prayed to the moon, telling it of his day, explaining what he had done and why he thought he should have done it. He remembered every morning the water-ish feeling he got at night, when the moons light was washing over hum like a protective blanket.\n\n\nWhen Dabria was fifteen she could burn don entire desert villages with a single wave of her hand. The suns harsh punishment never leaving her, burning her skin and causing her sun-sickness if she didn’t do well. It’s blaring brightness glaring at her like a beacon, never letting her forget that it was always watching. It gave her a contestant reminder of what her job was. To send the Earth and its people over the edge of apocalypse. To burn and bring pain to those who dared fight back. So on her first day in human civilization, she was astounded by how oblivious humans were. The recluse desert village she had found was filled with people going about their boring, everyday lives. Doing what they needed to survive and nothing more. She didn’t think twice about setting the first house on fire, nor the next, or the one after that. \nThat night she laid in her makeshift bed she’d put together for herself years ago, and she remembered the screams of the people of the town, the desperation in their voices, the horror and agony. \n\n\n\nThe time came when Xander was twenty years old, for him to finally go out and do what he had originally been set out to do. What he had dropped from the moon to do. He’d never forgotten this. He’d known his quest his entire life. He’d come to understand its idea and importance long ago. \n\nDabria reached the age of twenty with another burning, just another day where nothing really changed. Her reaches went further out across the desert. She’d moves her base out into bigger civilization, bigger cities in the warm countries. The villages turned into large towns, and then cities. Her origin-quest was going better than she had hoped, yet the sun still burned her darkened skin. \n\nXander left the ocean, the sun glaring down at him as he began his journey. A trick he had learned before leaving was light-jumping. A trick of the light if you will. Wherever the light is brightest, he can jump between them. His first jump was from Miami Florida to a cargo ship in the Atlantic sea, staying out of sight as much as he possibly could, regaining his lost energy with a bit of sleep before making a second jump to a cruise ship. \nHe landed on the limbo-deck. Where the crew and passengers were in the middle of an epic luau battle. He felt lucky he didn’t land in the middle of the limbo and was to the side near the punch bowl. He found an empty suite and slept fitfully through the night in a comfy bed with the gentle sway of the ocean under him. \n\n\nShe knew he was coming. She could tell by the way the heatwave hit the city like a wall, causing combustion and people fainting out of exhaustion. It was a pleasure to watch as she walked through the streets, burning her arms as she went. But she knew he was coming. She faced a tall building, looking up at its reaches to the tall blue sky. A smile grew on her face as she felt his approach, eager for someone new to play with, someone who could actually play to her level. Oh how she hoped he would play the good guy. How he would try to convince her she wasn’t evil, or that she didn’t have to be. He would view her sun scars as a sign of her torture and weakness. Of the suns cruel treatment on her body for doing the wrong thing. Or the right thing, there really wasn’t much of a difference. Would he try to tell her she was loved? That she didn’t want to be feared? \nBecause the truth it? She’d rather be feared. \n\nThere it was, the beautiful city of Casablanca. The beaches and the sand and the culture was shocking to Xander when he light-jumped in. For a moment, he looked around at the Arab vendors selling hijabs. The smell of roasted peanuts, fresh popcorn, and fish filled the air, an unlikely scent to be mixed but it didn’t smell bad in Xander’s opinion. The houses weren’t like the ones in Miami, they were cultured and prettier, less grey. People were yelling in Arabic, Moroccan and English, yelling about products and prices and words that Xander couldn’t translate. Children ran around, chasing each other through the cobbled streets. \n\nDabria saw him before he saw her. His silver hair stood out in the crowd of blacks and browns. His pale skin reflected the sun and he looked like the moon itself. \nIt was ironic really. Funny maybe. \nShe pretended to be looking at a fabric, catching his out of the corner of her eye as he walked down a street into an alleyway. She could have laughed at his dumbfounded expression. He knew nothing about what he was doing. It was going to be easy to banish him from the Earth, from the plane of reality that they existed on. Cruel, maybe. But necessary in the endgame. \n\nHe ducked into a building, looking around at the architecture that surrounded him. A mix between every country that colonised there. Proof of Spanish and French history as well as Arabic. It was a mix that Xander had never expected to see. Americans were so much different from the people on this side of the world. They spoke different, looked different. They were, to say, a different flavor of people in and of themselves. \nHe ran his fingers over the walls, savoring the rough feeling on his fingertips, the dustiness of the cement blocks. He heard the echoing voices from the other people in the mosque that he was in. Casablanca, he had learned in his previous research, had the third biggest mosque in the world. He should have gone there. It had been one of the places he would have loved to see in his time here. He would have loved to try the food, and the coffee that he had heard so much about from anyone he spoke to about Morocco. \n\nShe followed him, watching his footsteps, breathings the air he breathed, smelling what he smelled. It sounded obsessive but it was predatory. She was the predator, and he was the prey. She stalked him as he walked, oblivious of her just paces behind him. There were other people there too, oh yes. Praying and talking like there was nothing different going on. Like nothing was happening, that was out of the ordinary. \nIt was pathetic. The world was teetering on the edge of its destruction, on the edge of burning in an inferno of eternal fiery damnation, and all these people were praying to their god, or their Mohammed, or whoever they prayed to. Dabria didn’t care. In the mosque, the walls blocked off the sun, causing a cool air to fill the building. Dabria was thankful for this, as her skin burned and itched with an intensity that she could not describe. \nHe stopped, looking out a window at the city just beyond them. She watched him as he did so, wondering what he was doing, what could possibly be so interesting. Surely he knew what was going on, what they were supposed to do. The fighting and potential killing. She’d wondered for a long time what ability he could have been gifted with. What was he special at? She’d trained herself in different ways to prepare for the day where they met. \nBut so far, he seemed completely normal.\n\n“I know you’re there.” \n\nHer heart jumped into her throat as he spoke. 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I think you should, considering you’re going to kill me.” \n\n“I guess so. I’m Dabria.” \n\n“Well Dabria, do you think you could go by, without killing me?” \n\nShe laughed “I’m sorry, I don’t really think I can. Quest of my birth, all that.” \n\n“Ah, I see. Can’t really argue with that now can we? But let me ask you something. If you didn’t do it, and you can with me back to the ocean, out of the suns reach, wouldn’t that be better?” \n\n“How so?” \n\n“It would anger the sun first of all. And wouldn’t that be fun, just watching as it flames on without success.” He stepped forwards to her. \n\nDabria couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She knew that this was going to happen, but even as she was hearing it, it sounded ridiculous. Absurd! Still… being out of the sun sounded tempting. \n\n“How do we know I won’t kill you after we get there?” \n\n“There’s no guaranty that you will or won’t. I’m just trusting the fact that you have human needs, just like I do.” \n\n“And why would I want human needs? They’re gross and filled with hatred and disgust and arrogance. Hate to break it to you honey, but humans aren’t as good as you think they are.” \n\n“Maybe so.” Xander shrugged “But they’re also kind, and loving and caring. You just have to look for it. If you always focus on the bad things in people, you’ll miss the good things. It’s all about how you look for it.” \n\n“Might be. But I don’t think we’ve got the time.” \n\n“Perhaps not.” He took another step forwards, two paces in front of her. \n\n“And what if the sun finds me again?” She couldn’t believe how fearful she sounded. How terrified her voice was. What happened to the girl that feared nothing? That burned villages with no cares? \n\n“I’ll make sure it doesn’t. You’re going to be okay.” Xander stepped to her again, just on foot in front of her. 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It sucks out here, all by myself.” Her words were choked up. \n\n“I know. I know.” He pet her hair as the whirring got louder. “It’s going to be okay. In the end.” \n\n“What do you mean?” \n\nThe whir in his chest grew louder as he held tighter. In honesty, he was scared. Which was a very human thing he realized. \n\n“Thank you moon.” \n\n\nHis chest grew hot, but it was still comforting. Still warm and nice and loving somehow. She didn’t want to let go. \n\n\nThe explosion could be heard from miles away. It was a flash of bright silver light, mixed with a tiny bit of red. No one was hurt, the mosque remained completely intact. No one could explain the light and it was all the talk for days to come. \nInside the mosque, they found nothing to explain what had happened. It was like the people responsible had just disappeared. \n\nAnd no one would know of what Xander did that day. The sacrifice he made to save Earth from its teetering on the edge. 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      "body": "\"Toss her over board!\" \n\nA scream filled the night air. It was windy, the waves rough against the ships side. Salt water splashed up into the faces of sailors, how gripped the sides of their beloved ship as to not be tossed over the side. \nWhy was everyone out so late? Why were they out in this horrible weather? Well that would be because-\n\n\"It's her! It's her fault! This weather's a sign of her evil! Throw her over!\" \n\nHow rude. It was because the crew of this mighty ship had discovered a woman amongst their ranks, having hid from the smelly sailor men for days on end. She thought it safe to come out of her hiding spot while the crew slept, to get a glance at the beautiful sea before having to go into hiding again until the ship reached its destination. \nUnfortunately, things didn't go as planned. She'd tripped over a piece of rope that had been strewn across the deck, falling onto the wood and alerting the look out, who called the captain. \nThis isn't a fairytail where the captain in merciful on the woman, or where the lookout changes his mind and tells the captain that it was a mistake, and continues to hide the woman. \n\nShe struggles against the harsh grips on her arms, trying desperately to get away from the open edge of the ship, where she'd  been dragged to. There were chants coming from every occupant, all of them calling for her to be thrown over. Two more sailors approached her, thick rope in their hands. They tied it around her legs and around her hands, stopping to most of her struggling. \n\n\"It's bad luck to have a woman on board!\" \n\n\"Witch!\" \n\n\"Leave her for the sharks!\" \n\nAs she was pushed to the edge, the woman felt the sea spray again her face. For a moment, she stopped struggling to take in the water, to observe it for the first time. it's dark depths that held so many secrets, to white caps on the tops of waves as the crashed, the fish that swam beneath the surge. In the darkness -as there no no moon behind the dark clouds in the sky- she wondered what it felt like. \nBut it wasn't though she really wanted to know. It was more of a metaphorical wondering. Like wondering what would happen if you jumped off the top of a tall building. You knew the outcome, yet you still wondered. \n\nIt wasn't as though she had to wait long. The other end of the rope was tied to a cannonball, a heavy led thing that would surely drag her down once in the water. \n\nThe captain held his hand up for silence among the crew. \n\n\"As you all know, it is against all beliefs to have a woman-\" He spat the word like it was poison \"-aboard a ship. It is a curse, a curse that leads all to death. Death for all those who occupy to ship, to the depths of Davy Jones' Locker! An eternal torture. The only way to avoid this horrible ending?\" He turned to the woman \"A sacrifice.\" \n\nWith a wave of his hand and a rough shove from the back and the woman toppled forwards. The cannonball hit the water first, dragging her down heavily. \nThe water was cold. She could hear the splash she made when she submerged in the water. But there was no resurfacing. She struggled and tears flew from her eyes, mixing with the already salty water as she sunk. Fish watched her and swam away from the strange figure. \nThe pressure on her head was almost unbearable as she sunk even further, the light at the surface becoming dimmer and dimmer. Her lungs burned from holding her breath for too long and she wanted nothing more than to take in a breath. Her neck and rib cage stung like her flesh was being torn open and she knew that this was her end. She knew that something was attacking her, though she could not see it. The stinging in her side was almost too much for her. The dress that she was wearing was heavy and billowing around her as she sunk. Something swam right by her head, brushing to side of her face and she screamed, letting out the last bit of air she had. \nBut then, the most incredible thing happened. Well, the most incredible thing in her opinion. \n\nShe was breathing. \n\nWater was rushing to her neck and through it, and then out her rib cage again. She continued to sink, but breathed, panted, as she struggled her hands out of their bonds. Once she was untied, she tore open the bodice of her dress and stared down at her rib cage in shock. \nShe had grown gills. \nShe flicked her legs around a few times. Confusingly, they moved fluidly, without hindrance. It was like no weight held her legs down and she could move around perfectly fine. \n\nShe looked up to meet the pale grey human-like eyes. It was a woman, gills in her neck and rib cage, scraps of fabric covering her chest and a long tail. \n\n\"Finally, we now have an army to lead against the sailor men.\"",
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Luckily today, there weren’t many dangers in the place that they were digging, a little bit of quick sand here, and deadly poisonous snake there, but nothing too major. \n\nIt’s the Forest of GAH, there were way more terrifying things in this forest. \n\nLanding on the ground, Hammy jumped off of Knox’s back and kissed the dirt while Knox chased his tail to get to the food bag. It wasn’t a long flight but Knox was hungry anyway. \nKnox made annoyed whirring noises, which alerted Hammy from his ground kissing. \n\n“Knoxy, you know we eat after we’ve found the treasure”\n\nKnox huffed and began trotting away. \n\n“Knoxy? Knoxy! Knoxy where are you going?! Don’t leave me here! I love you too much to be abandoned!” \n\nKnox rolled his mechanical eyes and paused his trotting to wait for the toddler, who began running on his stumpy legs to catch up. \n\n“Knoxy you were gone for forever!” Hammy exclaimed as he hugged Knox’s neck. \n\nAfter walking for a little while, Knox and Hammy stumbled across a tree, but it wasn’t just any tree. It was the grandfather tree. The tree that gave seed to the entire Forest of GAH. The trunk of the tree was as wide as four Hammy’s and taller than anything the Duo had ever seen. \nIt was rumored that there was a creature that lived in the tree and if you could answer that creature’s riddle, it would give you an unimaginable treasure. Naturally, Knox and Hammy thought that they could answer the riddle. 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What was it what was it what was it?” The Squirrel began walking around in circles, tapping its chin like Knox had seen Trumplsnout do so many times before and mumbling to himself. \n\nHammy looked at Knox with wide, concerned eyes. \n\n“He’s crazy, Knoxy help me!” \n\nKnox shook his head and tapped the Squirrels shoulder. \nThis gesture seemed to jog the Squirrels memory. \n\n“Oh yes I remember now! \n\nI am Mother and Father, But Never Birth or Nurse. I’m rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?”\n\nKnox sat on his hind legs and thought for a moment. Mother and Father, meaning that it was a parent, but it never birthed or nursed anyone. It is rarely still, but never wanders, meaning it stays in place, but it moving in the place. It would have to be planted in place. Planted. 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