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Setting: 

Feu Ville, Element Pays

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 "This is Fue Ville, a place so hot you could melt! Ice mages tend to go here 

to make money as do many others whose environment contrasts their 

magics. If you are new to this country, then look for a tour guild at-"

A well rounded woman continues to read the article, not minding the 

gossiping stares. A group of two women and one man glance at her, all 

tanned in varying degrees.

"Is that a Klar Person?"

"A big one at that."

"What's a Klar Person?"

"No magic wielding normal. Usually from a poor area."

"But, they have tan skin like most of us who live here. How can you tell that 

they're different?"

"The lack of aura. Ones aura determines their power. They have almost no 

aura."

The woman continues to walk farther down the street until less and less 

people are a round. She finds a quiet square and sits on the edge of an empty 

fountain.

The city is nicely sized and a good portion of residents. It's a tourist and 

trading town. Bustling in most areas and kind of dead in others. That's 

because of the shops. Residence areas barely have activity.

"Nice and warm~"

The woman is observed to be curvy and tanned. Dirty bond hair and violet 

eyes; a purple bandanna in her curly hair to keep out of her face. Lose fitted 

shirt that hangs off her shoulders with a brown corset under her chest and a 

long, purple skirt with brown boots. Golden hooped earrings and four 

bracelets. Two on each wrist. 

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Her chest is a d-cup and her height comes about 5"00. She wears basic, 

foundation and lipstick. Black on top lip and dark red on the bottom lip. The 

heat makes her cheeks a bit red despite her skin tone. Specks of blue in her 

violet eyes and thick eyelashes. Her sleeves are folded up above her forearm 

(Elbow) and kind of puffs out, you know what I mean?

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"Miss Alma! There you are. I have been looking for you! You don't want to be 

late, do you?"

The high priest of this country calls to her, he seems to be in a rush. 

His black cloak fluttering through the breeze and his silver cross glinting in 

the sun. How he wears such burning clothing, she will never know. Unless he 

has some sort of ice magic lining it.

When she first met the priest, he had been patient in persuading her in 

meeting the king in person. Up to this point, the king had been sending her 

letters and gifts. The first letter had this written on it:

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Dear Miss Claire Alma,  

                 Hello, I am the king of Element Pays. I wish to marry you, Miss Alma. 

I know this is sudden, but I promise, if you agree.....you will understand. I am 

sending more letters to help persuade your decision. Please, at least consider 

my offer.

                                             With Admiration,

                                                                   J.P.

P.S. I am Serious about you. <3

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"Sigh....yes, high priest-I mean no, high priest."

He chuckled and patted her shoulder lightly. Gently pushing her forward. 

She takes a few steps until the high priest spoke up.

"Come now, let us go to the Abbey."

She stops in her tracks and swiftly turns a round to face with tense 

shoulders.

"The Abbey? A little fast for our first meeting."

Claire started to get nervous and quirked her brow in question; the high 

priest had a blank look on his face that she couldn't read.

"O-Oh! Don't worry, it's nothing to forward! I assure you."

"Okay...", she says in a cautious manner.

She followed him in silence. They came to a stop to get a carriage to ride the 

rest of the way. The carriage was pulled by two brown stallions, the frame 

work was a light gold with flecks of silver and blue and green gems. Clearly a 

private carriage, but she took no notice as her mind began to wander with 

worry and curiosity. Yet, still trying to remain optimistic.

Claire had a knot in her stomach, a bad feeling, but she kept quiet. She 

wonder if the king had some sort of angle he was working at.

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 Like oh! 

He married a poor woman, so kind! 

Or something....

why marry a complete stranger from a different country altogether?

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While zoning out, the carriage stops and the high priest starts to get out. He 

turns slightly in her direction and taps her on her shoulder.

"It's time, my child."

She nods and takes his hand, stepping out. She walks behind the high priest 

as the sky gets darker. The sun is starting to go down. Sparkles of stars 

twinkle out and the blue of the sky darken.

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The Abbey is a beautiful cream color with dark wood doors. Large stain glass 

windows and is a fair height. Three or four towers and purple tapestries. 

Depictions of marry among other things in the glass.

Claire sees a cloaked figure in front of a stained glass window in the back of 

the Abbey. She stood a few feet in front of them. The figure turns a round 

and Claire looks on in horror.

"No..."

The figure smirks at her with an evil glint. He faces her and his shadow 

looms over her as the dusk fades into night and low, lit candles flicker to life.

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Hey! What would be a good pirate flag?

I have this pirate character that captains the Ink Bloods.

I can't really think of anything! Some of or most of the designs I have don't 

have a jolly roger. But, A good pirate has to have a jolly roger or they're not 

a real pirate!

What do you think?

How would you make it?

Because a quill and blood coming out of it will not do with out a skull and 

cross bones! The jolly roger!

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"Hello, Claire. Miss me? No? How rude. How long has it been? Five years? 

Six? Doesn't matter."

The figure paces until he steps forward. She steps back; there is a pause 

between them. After that, she tries to make a run for it, but he grips her 

wrist tightly.

"Let me go, you monster!"

She struggles to pull a way, unsuccessfully. He squeezes her wrist tighter, 

making her shout in pain. Tears prick her eyes, but she stops her struggle for 

a moment to stare at her wrist. Hoping that he doesn't break it.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

He smirks at her, his dull eyes look at her terrified face. She is shaking and

 he reviles in it. Turning his head, he orders the high priest to take her to a 

tower in the Abbey and lock her up.

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To Be Continued....

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This empty space bother me.....

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So, I'm filling it up....

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Bluh, this sucks...

I hope I fill up aaaaaallllllll of the empty space.

Other wise it will bother me to no end.

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Seriously, thou.

I've got to be serious.....

I hate this empty space.

I feel like represents me.

I am complete, yet there is still this empty space.

What does it mean?

I am whole, but not full.

Is there more to me or is this my love?

I give it to everyone but me self.

I still have doubts and fears, even when there is no need.

I know who I am and yet....

I don't know any thing.

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Did I fill up the empty space yet, or is there still more?

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UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH........

There is no end!

Even with the physiological and philosophical baloney!

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This is stupid!!!!!!

IS THE END NEAR??????

BAH!

I NEEEEEED TO DO SOMETHING!!!!!!

HI, THIS IS STUPID BOREDOM TALKING! I AM RUINING EVERYTHING!

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I think I did it!

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