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Tales of Young Shyvana 1: On Birthdays

The leather-bound books were old. Nowhere near ancient, but they certainly showed the wear and tear of several particularly neglectful years. The golden yellow and bright blue dyes that had been worked into the shining symbol of Demacia on each cover had faded, seeming to soak up the light where once they had dazzled and glittered. Shyvana smiled a bit, running a hand over a worn cover or trailing fingertips down a ragged and bent spine. She opened the oldest one and laughed softly at the poor penmanship and the way the ink had smeared here and there, or pooled on the page as her hand hesitated between strokes. With a faint chuckle she sat do

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Luna's Best Night Ever

It was the night of the Grand Galloping Gala and Princess Luna was thoroughly flustered. She stood in front of her mirror, pouting at her own reflection. Celestia had gone to great lengths to set the evening up for her, lowering the sun early and helping her to raise the moon and coerce the stars out of hiding so she would have time to prepare herself. She had even taken the liberty of personally greeting every guest on her behalf so that Luna wouldn't have an excuse to escape from the party itself. Luna adjusted her tiara and smoothed out the dress Celestia had picked out for her for the fifth time in as many minutes. She frowned a little a

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Ridley Reborn Chapter 14

Samus placed her hand back over the console, fingers dancing delicately over the buttons as she manipulated the tractor beam to draw Ridley into the ship. His body inched closer and closer as the ship slowed his fall to a halt. He reached out and grasped at the opening, fingers finding their grip, pulling closer, losing grip and finding it all over again. With a grunt and one last strain of effort he hauled himself through the hatch and clung to a handhold for support, trying to find his footing. Samus pushed another few buttons, leveling off and closing the opening behind him before turning her attention to what the monitor was displaying

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Red Thread

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Tales of Young Shyvana 1: On Birthdays

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Light's Reply

Dearest Darkness, Do you wait for me still? Each night you gaze West as I leave you behind. Will you still be watching for me each morning? I see the marks on your hands where I hold them, on your skin where I caress you, taste the raw burns on your lips with every kiss. Why do you suffer for me? I scald you, make your body tremble with my very presence. Is it the soft warmth of love within you that shields you from my fire? Each morning you greet me with blossoms, dew and starlight dripping from your hair and the moon's glow in your eyes. And each evening I am forced to part from you, the lingering sensati

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Tales of Young Shyvana 1: On Birthdays by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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Tales of Young Shyvana 1: On Birthdays

Coral's Journal by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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Coral's Journal

I dare not write this in any of my other journals. Already ponies have called me mad for my theories of a city beneath the sea, and any evidence I have presented has been laughed at instead of challenged scientifically. If anypony caught wind of this discovery- But I digress. My name is Coral Situ, unicorn mare and scholar of all things under the sea. I have discovered a specimen that I have dubbed a "sea pony". Upon closer inspection I determined that she was wounded, unconscious, but still alive. To call this the discovery of a lifetime would be diminishing its importance. It's more like the discovery of the century. I enlisted the help of

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Light's Reply

Funeral Rites by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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Funeral Rites

It was quite possibly the most beautiful funeral Jacob had ever witnessed. The flowers seemed to glow softly in the evening light, brilliant white roses laid out on the coffin. Some of them had wept openly, but most were there doing what the man had requested, celebrating his life. There was a speech someone had recited, and several others that were ad libbed right then and there. And the music. Such a sweet sound had never tantalized Jacob's ears so much before. He remembered his suit, white satin with little gold buttons that had shimmered in the bright sunlight. Someone had called him a ghost, a phantom of his father. He had liked that at

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A Promise Kept by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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A Promise Kept

Faryn stood by the window and adjusted her dress. It had been weeks since she had last worn human clothes and they clung to her in an almost uncomfortable way. She kept half expecting that she would trip on the fabric or that she would have to adjust it around her wings. This was the only downside to taking on a human form, but clothing was rarely an issue. She usually only transformed so that she could make love to her husband or wander around the house. She giggled slightly at the thought of Alex attempting to bed her in her true form. That would definitely be a night to remember. “And what, pray tell, are you laughing about now?

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Dragonheart Zephiel

The wind picked up slightly as the blond haired man walked along an ancient stone path. It had long since become overgrown, and only an outline of it remained, barely visible among the trees. He stepped around a fairly large branch that had fallen onto the road. Ahead of him he could barely make out the temple he was seeking. He turned over the Fire Emblem in his hands again and again with an almost maddening need. If he wasn't already exhausted from his traveling he would have started running. It had been luck that had brought him this far, luck when he had discovered the location of the temple and what it contained. Or was it fate. He sm

The Wild One by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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The Wild One

What is it to be feral? To crave things and to take that which you crave, even against the will of others? To be wild and untamed? Mine is a feral spirit then. I kiss the stars and embrace the shining glory they hold, seeking to possess it myself. I hold in my hands the laws which I am told to live by, and bend them ceaselessly. I cry for no reason other than the thrill of crying, howling with glee to God and gods and black skies. I am the wolf, raven, coyote and trickster. I hunger for meat enough to sustain myself, cool spring water to drink and clean my bloodstained hands, a night sky with a full moon, and I have

Singing for the Starlight by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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Singing for the Starlight

Stars. Countless, infinite stars. Little specks of light that look like pinpricks in a black sheet of construction paper. There are no gold stars with five perfect points spread wide like shiny flowers, only the simple splendor of light torn into the darkness, ripped open like the mouth of a man who has finally found words again, buried, compressed and excavated like diamonds in his mind, like the stars buried amongst the clouds, dusty, and billowing. Stars, jagged flecks of the sun shattering and scattered to the four winds that pull, and pull them open once more, this man can speak, he sings, he sings golden rays that t

The Sailor's Love Letter by The-Symbol-Dynamic, literature

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The Sailor's Love Letter

There are days when I don't love you. Moments in time that scatter me to the winds and the seas and carry me far from your heart. Can you see the lines in the sand spelling out "I love you"? Or have the waves carried them off and taken the driftwood stick with which I wrote it? Tomorrow, when the wind dies down and the waves stop, I will write those words once more, build a wall to protect them and line it with those sea shells you adore. But today, the seagulls call and the waves beckon, and my ship is leaving for Spain and India and Egypt and any number of exotic places. Today I cannot love you because the ocean is

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