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Clash of the fairies Limon's saga 3Clash of the fairies Limon's saga 3 by yomerome
COCONUT, THE DRYAD
At the branch of the amber tree, Melanie struggled with her binds. The sticky substance on her hands had already hardened and she was bumping her hands together. Soon the amber started to crack, but se still had to free her arms from the vines wrapping her torso and the amber keeping her glued to the tree.
Mumbling behind her gag, Melanie finally got her hands free from the amber. She then started to pull the vines with all her strength. The redheaded bit the vines gagging her as she fought hard.
As she continued fighting, for her surprise, the vines retracted and freed her. Also the resin keeping her behind stuck to the tree was reabsorbed into the branch. Melanie turned around and saw Limon holding her staff.
“You won’t get away this time.” Melanie said cracking her knuckles.
“Wait, Cherry. I’ve been trained to fight most elementals. I know your weaknesses.” Limon stated. “Please calm down.”
“My name is Melanie,
Project Renovo part 2Project Renovo part 2 by yomerome
Doctor Gallagher tried to reach again the matter merger device. She intuited the machine could have devastating effect on her legs if they receive a full energy discharge. She hit the back of her lower thighs in an effort to move away from the ray, but she only managed to make herself fell forward on her knees.
Now the machine wasn’t aiming at her legs, but to her torso. Time seemed to have stopped as the Doctor looked terrifying at the ray. She just couldn’t think on how to avoid being hit. Her mind just went blank making her loose the precious seconds she could use to move over. When she saw the red light over the machine, she instinctively wrapped her arms to cover her torso and lowered her head while closing her eyes.
Before she could lean to the side and roll away, she received the energy blast. Dr. Gallagher felt a hot sensation inside her upper torso. Everything inside her chest felt strange. At first she didn’t understand what was going on as she was st
The Tears of EruruThe Tears of Eruru by Alfred-jp3
There is the sparkle in the eyes of Erurū.
Her cooking skill is very good and she is good medic in war.
She is always pure and she has good talent, everyone think so.
Now great war ends, Erurū is singing the song and enjoy the dream in good wind.
Now she remember everything in past great war.
Fighting with friends, Crying with friends, and Laughting with friends.
There were good memories.
Of course, there was sadness too.
But she is pure now, and she found having good mind.
Of course, there was sadness,there was crying, she was plagued with misunderstanding.
And there were Deaths in past great war. She was crying every that's time.
Now she mortify to the sadness of the great war.
Now she is spending every peacefull days with her friends.
And she can find her tears of touching moments.
Now she is carrying a baby. In fact, She took pains to help every her friends.
But now, There is the sparkle in the eyes of Erurū, that is touching her fate.
Yes, Now she has eternal spa
The Red Fan DanceAs I make my entrance with my head bowed low,The Red Fan Dance by DarkLover33
the musicians now play, thus begins the show.
I shall tell you all story, one that ears cannot hear,
of a great love that had transpired over a year.
We had met here at the theater of arts and skill,
where I was but an actor listed on the playbill.
she was a true beauty, a jewel amidst the crowd,
upon meeting her gaze my heart beat fast and loud.
But we were separated by the barriers of class and stage,
ours was a forbidden love, not one to lightly engage.
For she was the daughter of a great, warrior's ancestry,
and myself a lowly commoner, one among the artistry.
But beyond all rules and reason, a dream was fulfilled,
professing such feelings by a lake so calm and stilled.
Holding the fan to my chest, as I once did you, most dear,
as I remember your fragrance when you were so near.
The tempo now quickens while I turn thrice in place,
reflecting the time that passed within our space.
Letting ourselves be encompassed by this resounding,
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