Prologue: Far From The Sun "You can think and you can fight, but the world's always movin', and if you wanna stay ahead you gotta dance." Sardines, The Amazing Maurice And His Educated RodentsSomething In The WaterPrologue: Far From The SunA frozen wind blew steadily across the island. The sky was white, and, with a heavy blanket of fresh snow covering the rocky ground, so was the earth. Sea fog, advancing slowly off the ocean, blurred the horizon, making it impossible to tell where the ground left off and the clouds began.The island had no name; had never had any inhabitants to bother with giving it one. It was a mere scrap of too-cold land in the va
Curvo, the Lonely Curufin felt rather alone. He was no longer the youngest, so his parents couldn’t spend as much time with him, and his older brothers kept going off and spending time with just the four of them. Today though, he was going to follow them! They couldn’t leave him behind; he had gotten up extra early to make sure that he had everything he needed. As soon as he heard the doors to his siblings’ rooms open, he grabbed his little bag, and crept out from where he had been hiding behind the chair. They all entered the kitchen, and he hovered near the entrance. “Celegorm! Grab the bread, will you?” Caranthir yelled,
The Transparent Apron Fingon had liked aprons as a child. When he had been small, and cute, and everyone had called him Finno, they had looked good on him. And little Finno had joyfully reaped the consequences of this – everyone had given him what he wanted, including pancakes from Maedhros! Now, however, things were different. “Are you entirely sure this is necessary, cousin? It doesn’t appear to cover much….” Fingon was not enthused about his new apron that Mae had given to him. Aside from the fact that it was too tight for him to wear clothes under it, it also happened to be transparent. And the look on Mae’s face was
the other flock If I could change the past I would but I can't. My powers don't work that way. If they did, though, I'd change everything. I let myself go out of control. I went bad and I'm not bad. I'm good. They just pushed me too far. In my life there were a lot of bad days. So many bad days I hardly remember good ones. But there were some good days like the day my younger brother Rocky was born. No, that day is also marred by something bad. My mom died on that day. The day I met Twister and Jewels was good, but after followed a lot of bad days. We did a lot of bad things, for good reasons. Bad things for bad reasons. Good things for bad r
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