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Half Hearted Chapter 1Chapter 1 MemoriesHalf Hearted Chapter 1
I remembered us, two toddlers, playing on a mostly quiet lakefront, the only exception being our laughter. there was myself, a young draconian girl, with blue skin and white facial markings on my face, on stripe across my long draconian snout, and a crescent under each eye. I had long brown curly hair with two sharp horns protruding from it each horn pointing down slightly, and soft blue fur on my long reptilian tail. Id had two large bat-like wings, like most draconian, light cyan in color. then there were my eyes, one of my more peculiar qualities, being that my left eye was a dark, em


Half Hearted ProloguePrologueHalf Hearted Prologue
It was quiet, on a lake front in a draconian Village called Dragon's Lair. Sitting on a worn wooden bench, were two Draconian teenagers, a boy and girl. Their names were Lynn J. Pheonix and Jack E. Dragone. It was a typical, nice night, and all seemed normal on the lake front, until suddenly the two teens heard an explosion from behind them. They got up, startled, and turned around. there was no light... the town behind them was gone, just a huge, black hole remained. The blackness seemed to be growing, and Lynn and Jack suddenly realized that there seemed to be creatures comeing from it. Darkne
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I love Him; Asking me to explain why is like asking me to describe the taste of water; impossible.
If guns kill people, do pencils misspell words?
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"It's written amazingly well... But if you don't take out the part that says, 'I don't care if you kill L,' I'll die" -L, episode 12.
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I love Him; Asking me to explain why is like asking me to describe the taste of water; impossible.
If guns kill people, do pencils misspell words?
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"Treat the earth well: It was not given
to you by your parents, it was loaned
to you by your children. We do not
inherit the Earth from our Ancestors,
we borrow it from our Children."
- Ancient Indian Proverb
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I love Him; Asking me to explain why is like asking me to describe the taste of water; impossible.
If guns kill people, do pencils misspell words?
--
"Treat the earth well: It was not given
to you by your parents, it was loaned
to you by your children. We do not
inherit the Earth from our Ancestors,
we borrow it from our Children."
- Ancient Indian Proverb
--
I love Him; Asking me to explain why is like asking me to describe the taste of water; impossible.
If guns kill people, do pencils misspell words?
--
"Treat the earth well: It was not given
to you by your parents, it was loaned
to you by your children. We do not
inherit the Earth from our Ancestors,
we borrow it from our Children."
- Ancient Indian Proverb
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