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Two Song Challenge: Write as much as you can in the length of two songs of your choice. No editing! Words:  210 Ship:  Solavellan (But contains no spoilers for the romance. Just a bit of describey stuff) At last, she was at home here. The magic of the forest weaved itself between her fingers, kissing her wrists, her knuckles, wherever she allowed. The ghosts of the ancestors rose up to meet her, and bowed in her wake, as they once would to a princess of Arlathan alone. The small bluebirds sang blessings to her, the lights between the canopy danced and wove like tiny imps across her skin. Nature itself drew her to it like a lover and sp

 Epilogue: In The End “Don't cry, Mercy, there's too much pain to come...” Lalna opened his eyes, awoken by the sound of singing, surprised that he felt no pain at all. In fact, his muscles felt strangely well-rested, not tired from overwork. There was the faint scent of motor oil and cooking pork in the air accompanying the loud hum of machinery below him. The sound of millions of pipes forcing large objects through narrow tubing, then into chests was series of sounds as familiar to him as breathing. Was he back home? At long last, after all the mess in the games, was he finally home? “You're awake,” spoke a voice

 Chapter 10: How the Mighty Fall. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the end! The man in the black and cold coat stood over his chessboard with his signature smug grin wide across his face. He watched with fascination as the events folded out before him, the molten gold of his eyes shining with mirth. No sadness ever deeply affected him when any of his pawns disappeared but instead he felt the sadness akin to when a favourite character dies in a movie. It was there, but it was very temporary, little more than a momentary recoil and a slight hiss. His quiet brown haired apprentice stood on the opposite side, watching with a blank expression.

 Chapter 9: Sweet Revenge Martyn stood on the top branch, the Sapling blade encrusted with blood sitting in the sheath at his hip, watching Sjin climb up the vines that wound around the trunk. He could stop him, if he wished, retract the vines so he couldn't climb any higher but he didn't. Something in him died when Toby did. Pulling the blade from it's sheath, he sliced through the vines that stung up his best friend with an audible swipe, watching his body dissolve into pixels as it fell. He was ready for Sjin now. Sjin scrambled onto the branch to face his opponent. His hair was stuck to his head with sweat and grease. His face had a ref

 Chapter 8: Do Whatever It Takes The sun was finally rising. Minty had never been so glad to feel the morning rays, bringing warmth to the freezing arena night. She had seen Pan’s projection in the sky and felt no remorse. She hadn't fought hard enough. She hadn't tried. Otherwise, she’d still be alive right now. Long ago she’d stumbled into the thick part of the forest in a vain attempt to reach its edge. The Sapling King still lived, so no one could travel the woods safely. As long as he was alive, he dictated everyone’s paths. So, by this logic, Minty decided he had to die. Gripping her superior dark matter blade,

 Chapter 7: Don’t Cry. Pan hadn’t kept track of the failing light as it died on the other side of the forest. This side of the woods was so different from the dense thicket of vines and thorns around InTheLittleCorp. Here, there were no shrubs, just a thick layer of pine needles underfoot that killed all life that dared to grow. The trees towered upwards with thin trunks and bark like a hedgehog’s back, each one an equal distance apart in neat rows. A thick fog had set in, creeping up from the very earth. Pan clung to her gun tightly with her good hand, her finger hanging by the trigger. The silence was piercing, as if som

 CH6: Extra Chess Pieces Gunshots. This was all it took to send Lalna sprinting into the forest, Toby lagging behind him. His soul was braced for the cannon but it didn't sound. Gunshots were a definite sign of Pan, it always was. His brain was in disarray. It was his duty to protect Pan. She couldn't go before they'd even seen one another. He silently swore vengeance on whomever killed her, should anything happen. Branches whipped his face as a flurry of scenery flew past him, Toby scrambling along in his destructive path. Then he stopped. He was faced with a pair of glowing blue orbs that met his through the raindrops that were getting li

 Chapter 5: The Beast Pan was still unsure how Martyn had any idea where he was going.  He had the natural grace of a forest sprite of legend, his legs never becoming caught on roots and his clothes never snagged by thorns, as if the forest moved aside for him and him alone. Pan was not so fortunate, however, as she stumbled through the forest with the grace of an ogre, clothes ripping and muttered curses streaming from her in a constant flow of frustration. “We’re here.” Pan tugged her jacket free of a bush of thorns which captured a slice of leather as a souvenir. She managed to stop cursing to examine the area. A small

CH4 P2 Rythian used the last of his energy to haul himself up to the highest branch of a tree. He'd managed to get to Blackrock before Xephos had used his blood for artwork and had retrieved what he assumed to be the weapon designed to be his, a red matter katar. It glowed dimly in the night and gave off a faint hum that spoke of pure power. He collapsed onto the highest branch, too tired to move. He'd been glad Zoey hadn't been on the fatalities list, there was still hope she was out there somewhere. Maybe she'd got away from Sjin. Rythian shook his head and reminded himself firmly that she was a strong girl who could look after herself.

Sadness means so much more than the word suggests, Sadness is one word, two syllables, Teachers always tell you: `Don't use sadness, It's a rubbish word, use something bigger like... mournful or sorrowful` remind me what's wrong with sadness Sadness means more than you feel bad Sadness is sitting alone in a crowded room with no-one to talk to Sadness is looking at the scars on your wrist, and realising you did that to yourself willingly Sadness is that moment when you hear the yelling and you know what it means and you brace yourself but the tears still fall Sadness is curling up in a jumper that's two sizes too big and isn't yours knowing t