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Immediately Emily's mom comes running out of the house, and slides to a halt when she sees Emily, who is still smoking a little but otherwise unharmed. Emily's mom is skinny and tired-looking, as if she were aging prematurely. She's also wearing a business suit and high heels. After the shock of seeing Emily, she immediately runs up to her and starts brushing soot and ash off her coat. "Emily! What happened?!? Are you alright?" "I think I'm okay," says Emily after a few coughs. "But I think I was just struck by lightning." "Do we need to take you to the hospital? Are you sure you were struck by-" Emily's mom looks up at the clear blue sky

"Up and at em boys and girls!" shouts Vashriel, bursting through the metal door and scaring me half out of my skin. Twilight is slower to wake though, just like I used to be. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's a wonderful day to be alive!" Vashriel is carrying an enormous leather saddle over his shoulder that looks like it weight a hundred pounds, and outside I see his dragon Chaff already harnessed up. He throws the bulky thing onto the ground in front of me. I ask, in a good mood from a good night's rest. "Nope," says Vash with a smile. "Can't afford to feed ya, you're gonna have to catch your own breakfast later. Twil

Solem's eyes shine as he looks up at Emily. Emily flicks her golden hair out of her face, and turns to see the bus careening around the bend down the street. "Oh good," says Emily with relief. "It's here." "Who are you and what have you done with Emily?" jokes Jake, and as the bus screeches to a halt next to them he gets aboard. Somewhat to Emily's surprise, Solem doesn't try to follow her on board. She watches him sitting at the corner of the stop sign from the bus's window until they round the curve, and then relaxes. No more Solem, no more crazy cat. "I've never been on a bus before." Emily jumps, then turns to see Solem sitting next t

"On your feet boy," he says casually. I warily stand up, careful not to make any sudden moves. I'm soaking wet from the river and shivering from the cold and from fright. "True what he said?" "Yes sir," I say with my head down. "How much d'ya steal?" I immediately, though still slowly, pull out the wad of bills from my pocket. Straightening out the paper I count a petty thirty dollars, and hand it over to him. He glances down at the money in his hand, juts his jaw, then his eyes dart back to me. I just stand there shivering, awaiting whatever judgment he might pass. I must look pathetic. "Eaten lately?" he asks. He turns around, holster

"Stop! Thief!" Oh great, I'm boned. I break into a run with the wallet, opening it up as I sprint in between pedestrians. I quickly stuff the bills into my pocket without counting them. The man is hot on my tail and mad as a bull. He kind of looks like a bull too: a broad shouldered, balding, red faced man in a tailored suit plowing his way towards me. He's gaining on me. I throw the wallet at him and he ignores it entirely. He has eyes only for me. I start really running now, he means business. I sure know how to pick them; not only did he feel me lift his wallet, he was also prepared to murder me for it. He's almost caught up with me w

"Solemnestrial at your service, but you may call me Solem. What's your name?" The girl screams silently, one hand rising as if to fend of the black, shadowy monster on her bed, the other reaching for the lights. She touches the doorknob and immediately turns to run. However, instead of opening the door she slips, trips, and falls, eyes wide and mouth gaping, to the floor. She scrambles on her back for a few seconds, then stops, and her breathing returns in shallow gulps. Her eyes fix on Solem and they slowly shrink from wide with fear to squinting with curiosity. Trembling, she reaches up and flicks the lights on. "Oh, it's a cat. I could'v

Solem Written and edited by GerFalcon A black, short haired cat walks along the curb down the road of a small subdivision. He's sleek, well groomed, with bright yellow eyes and a long, whippy tail. He walks purposefully, with the grace that only cat's have. His paws make no sound on the concrete, and he makes no noise at the barking dogs, walking around the jogging humans and completely ignoring everything not in his way. The street curves off to the right, but he keeps walking more or less straight, sauntering around fences, skirting puddles and mud, and finally jumping across a small creak before a large two story house looms up before hi

Air Dragon Written by GerFalcon If you could fly, weighed two tons, and were carrying a pair of very rich and fragile customers to a charity ball, how would you go about taking off? Would you leap into the air and accelerate as fast as you could into flight? Would you start off on a cliff and plummet into a gentle glide? Perhaps you might try taking off from a standing start using sheer wing power, level off at a hover, then slowly push forward until you reach a comfortable cruising speed? None of these, apparently, is desirable for someone who simply wants to arrive fashionably on dragonback, and I can't hover. I'm a dragon, not a humming