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Day One: Trouble Brews
Watching the wind picked up taking a lose cowboy hat across the empty prairie. Quietly Christy Nicola O'Connor Cole Dimitri Moppet watched the crystal flame and form. Her own magic being drawn into it. A surplus of natural power. You could call them freaks of nature or you could call them gifted. However they did what was necessary crossing time and space to create a force that might change history forever and stop the villien Randall in his tracks. If the succeeded it'd change the course of Moppet History forever breaching into the realms of knocking Muppet Central to it's knees.
Are you lost reader? Of course you are. You've been gone or is it that I have been absent. Call me Nicky or call Nicky me. Let me introduce you to the players. In the middle of a natural stone tower stood ancestors of what will become the Glendale School of the Arts. In the center a boy who was dying due to poison. The freak DNA switch in every magical being's body was too strong in him. This was a fight to save him and to prevent something terrible.
When we last met dear reader we stopped Randall and hoped all was happy for our dear family and said goodbye to our dear Vic. He is doing well by the way and sends his love. Now is this a mere excuse for my absence from my family or an explanation? However I digress. To make a long story short and to get to our real story. Ronald's evil twin brother didn't die. Randall was very much alive. However, he seeks magic powerful magic. Magic that is born in a specimen only once every thousand years. In the old days they'd let the young one die. However this was an experiment to maybe stop everything and restore peace.
So that is why dear readers and viewers I have been gone with my step children of questionable birth. I've been in time. Creating the crystals we know so dear. For they do cause such trouble. Also as usual I am up to no good and a lot of trouble. Like my new sword? I traded up for a stronger blade. Twice the width and twice as sharp. Oh and I can wield it one handed. What you expected me to give up piracy and the sea when I love it so? Now my musings are done.
The girl older sister Nicole now she is a “Natural” or a being born without magical gifts. Her younger brother he has too much the surplus of power. Unlike me he is too weak to wield it so it is killing him. A person of stronger constitution could carry it. Someone like Randall. So before anything happens we must dispose of the power before Randall kills the boy and takes it for his own. Now all of this would have gone just as well if for one problem.....
There is a third member of the Cole family. A third sibling that can get into just as much trouble as I. Albeit I have always said I could get into twice the scrapes as my twin sister. Now she is passed and gone. Hence the reason I am so angry at Randall. However, behind she left one child. Yaëvsha (don't ask me to pronounce that). Whom I swore my sister always said took after me and should be my child. What that is supposed to mean I do not know. Anyways dear readers that is all of my rambling prologue and writing in first person. The rest you will have to see for it is yet to be discovered and this woman at the keyboard is saying for her to make up. Now adieu from Nicky Duvyrda, Christyb, Mother, whatever you feel like calling me. Enjoy this ride and my first time attempt in writing and being really me.
Day One:
It's strange being in this year. Watching things come and go and knowing in about 100+ years I have a whole other life. Nicole and I talked last night before this procedure trying to figure out who her mother was. I did not tell her that I think it may be me. The island has a strange effect when one lives there. It is easy to forget. Now we stand in front of trying to save a small boy who may very well be my son.
One thing we did not tell the children that odds are the boy would die. In fact if one thing went wrong ALL of us would die. It's strange a daredevil like me might actually have to face mortality. Even stranger was the fact that I was killing him and felt no remorse. That fact alone probably made me the devil of the high seas or just a devil in general.
All was going well until a time rift formed. Across the man who might be my grandfather twisted his face in horror. I looked and grimaced breaking my connection drawing my sword. I knew it would kill the boy. However right now it was the boy or all of creation. Never in all my days would I be prepared for who stepped through and the appalling horror of it all.
A young woman of eighteen came through. A mass of unruly curls matching my own fell down to her waist with a single bleach streak in it matching the color of her marblesque skin sparkling in the sunlight. I knew as a child her eyes were sea blue with flecks of violet. However now her eyes shown dark almost black with no life at all and cold air swept through the room. Behind her stood Randall wrapping an arm around her. A bond that violated all treaties and started war in all times and space. My niece Yaëvsha had been changed into a vampire and taken Randall as her mate. As a Natural Yaëvsha could be changed. However magical beings could not like Randall.
Yaëvsha shot a blast of power that send the boy to a quick writhing death as I looked up and roared loud enough for the family to hear. CULLEN!
Watching the wind picked up taking a lose cowboy hat across the empty prairie. Quietly Christy Nicola O'Connor Cole Dimitri Moppet watched the crystal flame and form. Her own magic being drawn into it. A surplus of natural power. You could call them freaks of nature or you could call them gifted. However they did what was necessary crossing time and space to create a force that might change history forever and stop the villien Randall in his tracks. If the succeeded it'd change the course of Moppet History forever breaching into the realms of knocking Muppet Central to it's knees.
Are you lost reader? Of course you are. You've been gone or is it that I have been absent. Call me Nicky or call Nicky me. Let me introduce you to the players. In the middle of a natural stone tower stood ancestors of what will become the Glendale School of the Arts. In the center a boy who was dying due to poison. The freak DNA switch in every magical being's body was too strong in him. This was a fight to save him and to prevent something terrible.
When we last met dear reader we stopped Randall and hoped all was happy for our dear family and said goodbye to our dear Vic. He is doing well by the way and sends his love. Now is this a mere excuse for my absence from my family or an explanation? However I digress. To make a long story short and to get to our real story. Ronald's evil twin brother didn't die. Randall was very much alive. However, he seeks magic powerful magic. Magic that is born in a specimen only once every thousand years. In the old days they'd let the young one die. However this was an experiment to maybe stop everything and restore peace.
So that is why dear readers and viewers I have been gone with my step children of questionable birth. I've been in time. Creating the crystals we know so dear. For they do cause such trouble. Also as usual I am up to no good and a lot of trouble. Like my new sword? I traded up for a stronger blade. Twice the width and twice as sharp. Oh and I can wield it one handed. What you expected me to give up piracy and the sea when I love it so? Now my musings are done.
The girl older sister Nicole now she is a “Natural” or a being born without magical gifts. Her younger brother he has too much the surplus of power. Unlike me he is too weak to wield it so it is killing him. A person of stronger constitution could carry it. Someone like Randall. So before anything happens we must dispose of the power before Randall kills the boy and takes it for his own. Now all of this would have gone just as well if for one problem.....
There is a third member of the Cole family. A third sibling that can get into just as much trouble as I. Albeit I have always said I could get into twice the scrapes as my twin sister. Now she is passed and gone. Hence the reason I am so angry at Randall. However, behind she left one child. Yaëvsha (don't ask me to pronounce that). Whom I swore my sister always said took after me and should be my child. What that is supposed to mean I do not know. Anyways dear readers that is all of my rambling prologue and writing in first person. The rest you will have to see for it is yet to be discovered and this woman at the keyboard is saying for her to make up. Now adieu from Nicky Duvyrda, Christyb, Mother, whatever you feel like calling me. Enjoy this ride and my first time attempt in writing and being really me.
Day One:
It's strange being in this year. Watching things come and go and knowing in about 100+ years I have a whole other life. Nicole and I talked last night before this procedure trying to figure out who her mother was. I did not tell her that I think it may be me. The island has a strange effect when one lives there. It is easy to forget. Now we stand in front of trying to save a small boy who may very well be my son.
One thing we did not tell the children that odds are the boy would die. In fact if one thing went wrong ALL of us would die. It's strange a daredevil like me might actually have to face mortality. Even stranger was the fact that I was killing him and felt no remorse. That fact alone probably made me the devil of the high seas or just a devil in general.
All was going well until a time rift formed. Across the man who might be my grandfather twisted his face in horror. I looked and grimaced breaking my connection drawing my sword. I knew it would kill the boy. However right now it was the boy or all of creation. Never in all my days would I be prepared for who stepped through and the appalling horror of it all.
A young woman of eighteen came through. A mass of unruly curls matching my own fell down to her waist with a single bleach streak in it matching the color of her marblesque skin sparkling in the sunlight. I knew as a child her eyes were sea blue with flecks of violet. However now her eyes shown dark almost black with no life at all and cold air swept through the room. Behind her stood Randall wrapping an arm around her. A bond that violated all treaties and started war in all times and space. My niece Yaëvsha had been changed into a vampire and taken Randall as her mate. As a Natural Yaëvsha could be changed. However magical beings could not like Randall.
Yaëvsha shot a blast of power that send the boy to a quick writhing death as I looked up and roared loud enough for the family to hear. CULLEN!
