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[19. Hope]

When you're young hope springs eternal. It comes easily, because you do not yet know better.

When she was 8 she had hoped for a pet. Some small, fluffy animal to call her own. But she wasn't old enough yet. Her parents had told her she had to wait.

So when she was 9 she hoped for the same thing. It was her birthday wish. She'd wanted it more than anything. But still, they had told her she had to wait.

When she was 10 she realized how truly foolish she had been.

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Theme = 12. Hiding

Tiny fingers laced around the branch she was sitting on. There was no way the boils would find her up here. She was to brilliant of a hide and seeker. It was hours later when she awoke, and climbed down from the tree. Rubbing her eyes she headed back into the city only to be met with a mob. Blinking at the torches she shied back when an unknown man picked her up and held her to the air. "IVE FOUND HER!" Found her? Were they all playing hide and seek now?

Everyone dies at some point. She realizes this. She knows that even she—no matter how strong she claims to be and no matter how superior in certain aspects she may be—will someday find herself buried six feet beneath the dirt. She might not even be buried in a coffin, maybe not even buried because the life of a hunter is rarely sweet. She will decompose and the worms will eat the remains of her body and she will become the trees and air and sky. Everybody dies.

The young Shadowstep tilted his head as he watched the other children at the playground nearby. He.. wasn't entirely certain what it was they were doing. It looked like they were all doing some strange training exercises. They didn't seem too effective, really. But what was stranger yet was that many of them were smiling and laughing. He didn't quite understand it. His training certainly never illicit anything of the sort.

What were they doing?

He was far too young to remember it at the time. The events revolving around his mother's disappearance. He was too young to know this was quite a turning point for his father, who was going mad with grief. The man who was slowly shifting as his heart hardened to stone, ready to curse all around and who was beginning to believe there was no good left in the world. He would never know the man he was before... just the one he was becoming.

[3. Wisdom]

It wasn't long before McCowboy found himself back at the lake. He wandered off to rest for a short while, but the lake was soon calling back to him. Once again, he was entranced by its calls as memories returned to him...

Nashville wasn't quite like San Francisco - it had an entirely different scene and a different market, so his old line of stripping work wasn't going to bring in the same income he had before. He was starting over in every way, and needed to find something. Using what cash flow he had, he found himself a small apartment and got a bartender's license, and eventually got a job at a local gay bar, Flaming Saddles.

It seemed, for a while, that he had everything figured out...

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Theme = 20. Wishes

Once more his wandering around had gotten him in a circle. A cirlce that led right back to the lake. This stupid lake. Frowning he trailed over to the voices unable to help the pull. On a sigh he dipped a cold hand and frowned at what came up.

"Wishes are for children you have to make your own way, pay attention!" The snap of his fathers whip caused his physically form to jump as he watched the memory. A little Spinar jumped as well, racing back to the obstacle course his father had. It wasn't fair who was he to take away wishes....

He hated him.

Hated. Him.

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Theme = 10. Normalcy

Training, reading and manners. It was routine, it was boring and it was his life. Spinar say gazing out the frosted window, his pale blues eyes dull. If only he could go out and play, but father would scold him. On a sigh he turned back to his work. Magics and you, it sounded boring.

Or it had until he had managed to form snow. Filling his entire desk with the soft white feel good fluff he was in paradise. Spinar played, for once he played. Breaking the normal and for the first time going against his fathers wishes. At the tap of feet though he shivered. Quickly getting rid of the snow he put nose to his book. "Are you reading?" It took him a moment to respond but when he did, it felt...normal. "Yes father..."