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Midnight Song PrologueMidnight Song by mnvan98
It seems cruel that a mere six year old would be thrown into the world of the Pogi: A covert society of Elementaries, or people who have the ability to control the elements. As Nyaraa Chani was fighting with her mother, she did not take into account that the very next day, her dangerous and very hidden powers would reveal themselves to everyone. Everyone that is, except for her.
"Mom. I want to dance!" Said the overly intelligent six year old. Her mother took in everything about her crying daughter, how intricately her hair curled itself into golden ringlets, her blue eyes widened with sadness and panic, her usual complexion gone pale, and how she stamped her bare foot.
"Nyaraa, darling. I know how skilled you are. However, skills are not always used as they should be. You have the power to save or destroy the world hidden in that uncontrollable temper of yours. As passionate as you may be for it, I don't think dancing is the best thing for you. Maybe sewing? Or pl
The Dark ForestKatsa had always wondered about the fringes of the Dark Forest. As she blinked at the crackling orange flames in her Mother's hearth, she began to think. To explore the Dark Forest and live was a feat worthy of town fame and recognition. According to legend, monsters that made dragons whimper slept there, waiting for their prey. Would that not be the most eventful scavenger hunt there ever was? She began to daydream of the townspeople that came from the Edges just to see her, the Girl That Lived. All of the girls in her schoolclass would admire her flaming red curls and warm brown eyes, wanting to be her. And maybe even the boy she liked would become the braver of the two and approach her. Her Mother's screech awoke her from her conscious slumber.The Dark Forest by mnvan98
"Katsa! The chickens need tending!" Yelled Mrs. Johnsmith.
"Yes, mother." Katsa replied sleepily, climbing down from the wicker weaved rocking chair she had been sitting in. Mr. and Mrs. Johnsmith lived on a 16.5 acre farm with not many anima
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