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Allow me to tell you a story (about my current character, a level 90 High Elf): There was an elf in the Summerset Isles named Krieg, also known as The Halfling to everyone else. This particular Altmer had a mother who was Dunmer. Due to his mixed blood, he was usually looked upon as a "lesser Altmer", and was rather ostrasized. Raised in an orphanage, he never knew his mother, as she was "liberated" during one of the purges that nobody ever hears about. Krieg's Elven overlords watched him, and eventually recruited him into the Thalmor, thinking that it was good to have a lesser creature that could handle base tasks like carrying letters. He w

((A/N: Spoiler Alert! This is set after the events of The Last Guardian, and contains heavy spoilers from a lot of the books)) ~~Fowl Manor, The Kitchen, at about 09:30 ~~ "Arty, have you ever considered dating?" The question caught Artemis by surprise. Eating breakfast, and his mother proposed that he find a girlfriend! It was such an absurd notion. He, Artemis Fowl the Second, former teenage criminal mastermind, juvenile genius, friend to fairies and the LEP, gallivanting in some park with some girl, chatting about in some subject currently unknown! It already gave him a minor headache. "Well?" Angeline Fowl, however, could never be persu

Opposites attract (A Dramione Fanfic) (Disclaimer, it's a BROTP, not an OTP. oops) Ugh. Where could Ron be at this time of hour? Hermione wondered this to herself as she paced their small flathouse they lived together in. It had only been 7 years since Harry had killed You-Kn-... Erm, Voldemort. Hermione chastised herself mentally. He was even dead, and some wizards, Hermione included, were still hesitant to speak of the Dark Lord's name. I suppose I had better go look for him, she thought to herself. She grabbed her Silver Arrow brand broom, and took off. As best as she could figure, Ron was still working at the Ministry of Magic. If the

Ch 05 Controlling Chaos Three weeks. That was how long Thomas figured he had until the other campers of Camp Half-Blood threw him out. He had heard the whispers. His mother never supported the other gods. His mother sought, and enjoyed, chaos and destruction, discord and strife. She beleived the world needed Chaos, and could do without Order. And the most popular rumor. He was her child. Her Champion. He was destined to destroy them, to bring about the end of the age of the gods. He would be their end. Their doom. Their destruction. Their- There was a knock on the door. Thomas was sitting in Cabin 11. Alone. The other guys were worried abou

Ch 04 The Game "One last time," Mitchell asked. "Are you freaking serious about not taking any armor?" Thomas nodded, confident. "Yeah. I've not been training with armor that much, so the best it will do is slow me down. I've yet to get the tricker aspects of wearing it down. In any case, armor makes noise. I, on the other hand, don't." Kaia nodded. "He can be pretty stealthy when he needs to be. Sometimes, in darker environments, if it wasn't for the fact I know what to look for, I'd have lost him entirely. He operates quite well in stealth tactics against enemies who are able to try to sniff him out. You won't find a better defense player

Chapter 03 The Offer Thomas had gotten to Camp Half-Blood about a week ago, and still he didn't get it. The whole function, the schedules, was something he had difficulty adapting to. His best polace to go to was the arena when he was frustrated. Every one of the counselors was studying him, trying to figure out who his mother was. It wasn't easy. He was a terrible gardener, so Demeter was out. Athena? He was a good fighter, but not as strategic as they were. His strategy for fighting large monsters involved attack plans like "how about we group up, and hit it till it dies?" Some of the Ares campers were approving of this strategy, and said

Ch 02 On The Run Thomas said something really intelligent, then. It went along the lines of "urgh, huh?" Kaia sighed. "A demigod. One of your parents is a god." Grunting with effort, Kaia helped Thomas up to his feet. "You're going to want to keep that sword," she said matter-of-factly. "I don't know where you got it from, but-" "This wasn't mine," Thomas interjected, hefting the sword. It was fairly large, and the brownish yellow blade had it's own, dim glow. "This belonged to the snake lady. I didn't kill her with it." Haltingly, and sometimes  stopping entirely, he told her what had happened. "Then I hit her in the head with my knee, and

Chapter 1 The Monster When the snake lady tried to kill him, Thomas knew his day was going to be horrible. It wasn't the first time things had gotten a litte weird, but now things were getting seriously crazy. He wasn't exactly the kind of person who drew someone's interest. More likely, the only looks he ever got were loks of disgust, or contempt. He did his level best to fade into the background whenever he went to school. Usually, that meant wearing dull gray, dark blue, or black clothing, or some combination of the three colors. This particular time, he was in black. Black leather shoes, black socks, black pants, secured with a black lea

Sally moved away from the Christmas tree. The decorations were perfect. The tinsel, the ornamental balls, the lights on the tree, even the star on top, all was blue in some form or fashion. "Wow," Paul said, looking in. "You guys really did have a running theme about blue going, didn't you?" Sally Jackson only smiled. "It's Percy's favorite color," she said simply, as though that were answer enough. Which it was. Percy had been at Camp even to Winter Break. Getting Goode to accept this had been difficult, of course. One of their students mysrteriously dissapeared LAST winter break, and still had not showed up. They claimed they'd take him bac