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Quietly he sat at his grandmother's feet as she told a story - his favorite story about a hero that went about doing good for others and would often trick others into doing the right thing. His head rested against the elderly woman's lap as he petted a small owl that rested nestled against his stomach. It was a good time. A quiet time.

[Main: Blessing of the Gifted]

****** sat at the window as he stared at the scenery that passed by. The train seats were comfortable, at least. Nearby his familiar perched napping away the time it would take to get to the school. He was excited to get there but he had also been sad to leave home. He cried a little after he'd gotten on the train but he'd never admit that to anyone...

He would miss home. He would miss his sisters and some of his brothers. He would also miss his parents and grandparent. Then again there was no promise he'd be able to stay after the play ... The school was under threat of closing down so chances were he'd likely have to say goodbye to everyone after and ...

Stubbornly ****** wiped at his eyes to stop the threat of tears.

[Sad Memory]

Making her choice, Wyng noticed that the green foliage and ruined temple began to fade until all she saw were thick greens, branches and vines and leaves. The crown was waiting for her. Started moving towards it, placing her hand over her heart as she did so. Would she cease to be? Did she ever really matter? Did her questions matter at this point? She did not know, but maybe this would bring her understanding.

Thinking that, Wyng tore out her heart, part of her regretting the action as she did so. It was excruciatingly painful and the separation of her heart from her being made her feel like she was losing everything. It seemed almost as if her heart felt the same, because, even as she tore it out, memories broke free, flooding her with feelings she never knew that she had known.

Finally finishing the process of tearing out her heart, Wyng looked it over. It seemed far greater than she had imagined, but it was no longer hers. It belonged to Creation. Seeking to give her heart to its new owner, Wyng started forward to give it away. As she did so she heard: "You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

This is my end? Then did I make a difference? Why do I have to suffer so? What purpose is my heart going towards? As all of these questions raced through Wyng's mind she felt her pain grow and her memories fade, but not before she saw several she had not yet seen. Then she saw images of figures shouting at her. They were shouting something as they ran towards her, her true name. Then they shook her, but it was too late. She closed her eyes and faded back into the fog from whence she came.

Sadness was always at his door. His family was the reason for his outbursts. He had lost his mother in a terrible fight they had. His father was another story. "Hey dad, lets play!" called the young boy as his tail wagged while he waited by his side. The father shook his head with a sad expression. The young boy walked off with his head low and ears drooped. He only wanted to make him happy after his younger sister's death. It was a sudden one that only made the family drift even farther apart. A year before, the family was full of life and happiness until winter had come. She was thre years younger than him, but she was smart for her age. She was top in class for becoming an adult. she would of been 5 by the time she had died. It was a harsh, snowing night. The fire had gone out... Everyone had to huddle for warmth. A loud knock on the door startled everyone. "I'll get it," said the girl. After what seemed like an hour, the whole family went into the front room to see that she had been killed. Her chest was tore open, covered in blood and soot. He cried as he watched her die before his very eyes. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. They killer had taken away his only beloved sister. "Luca!" He cried out until his voice was gone.

********* had spent an excruciatingly long time alone in her lake, so long that she no longer knew either how long it had been or what age she was. She just remembered that this was where her mother had left her. For a long time, ********* believed that her mother would, in time, return, but as the years passed, she became less and less sure. At least, for a while, she had had some company, but they had left her too. Tired of being alone, she set off to find some place interesting, with interesting beings, and, possibly, her mother.

Away from her lake, ********* had already seen many new and interesting things, so many things she had missed out on in her isolation, but that was not the focus of the journey. Okay, maybe it was part of it, but not all of it. ********* had been looking for any trace of her mother, but had not found any, it seemed that the trail had gone completely cold a long time before. Not that ********* would have really been able to tell, since she had not learned tracking. She knew that finding her mother would be a difficult task. Especially with all of the new distractions for a curious young mare.

Something sharp fit hit her on the head and *** cursed as she rubbed vigorously at the spot before catching sight of the sharpie now lying on the table beside the half unstable jenga tower. With a grin she picked it up, pale eyes drifted towards the unconscious man across from her, and then got up and slipped around the table.

It had crossed her mind to leave a note somewhere he wasn't likely to find right away, but in the end she'd settled on something a lot nicer. After adjusting his head so he was no longer laying directly on his nose, then leaned over his hand.

As doodles went it wasn't that impressive, but the star was straight and even and the letters inside it reading 'You Tried!' were bubbly and friendly. With a satisfied smile she returned to her seat to take her turn, only to have the tower tumble under her hand. There was a soft sound, a stinging impact, then everything went dark.