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Death Searcher part1
Death touches all worlds, and through death all are connected. This is probably one of the last and greatest secrets that were taught to the necromancers of old (old being a relative term of course). The existence of other worlds is one of the most closely guarded secrets of all time. In fact, the necromancers were told on the condition that they would only travel to these other worlds under the direst of circumstances, and even then, they were not to let anyone know of the existence of their own world, or the secret to their method of travel.
For many years this commandment was not a problem for the necromancers of Abintra. Few had a fascination with the affairs of other worlds, and even fewer had the time to pursue such interests. It was only when the dead of the other worlds started coming through to our own world that we started to wonder what was on the other side.
"Mother of demons," Yerunan cursed un
The Widow's Sonnet
Today you touched my soul, though you are gone
Your piercing gaze still won't leave me alone
And though your years sans life have been so long
You watch me nightly from the great unknown
Why do you haunt me in this lonely night?
Why do you torment so my poor, lost soul?
You shall leave with the coming of the light.
So let not heartache be your true some goal
Though long the years, for you I still do care
Of you I'll think, but shall not pine
But absent not the love we still do share
And in the end our love togeth'r shall shine
Until that time, my love, please do you wait
For you are gone before, and I am late
The Widow's Sonnet
How Rowling Could End
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
The Lambda Legion dropship thundered in a blue sky over what had been Brasilia. The once proud human city was now in ruins. A few smaller buildings had survived the devastation of hundreds of years of disrepair and war. Ter'Nik looked out a small window, watching the city below.
"What a dump." Niterrel muttered, as she glanced out the window. Pushing off the side of the craft she walked back to where she had been sitting.
"It could be worse," Ter'Nik said, still watching the ground. The ruins got more and more contemporary as they flew closer to a Breed-controlled facility. He scratched his long, anteater-like nose with a long claw. He looked up at her. She looked more like a wolf though. He knew she was something called a Jackalhound. They were usually soldiers, so seeing a mage who was a Jackalhound he found rare.
"So, which century you from?"
"I'm not in the milit
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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