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21st Chronicle "What do you mean?We had such a lovely 'don't bother me-I don't bother you' relationship!"Matice said.Glorabella didn't understand as to how you could do that.
Zeke began to chortle at this."You have bothered me.Remember the time you smashed Glorabella into the ground?I was nearby and senced you around my cave-which bothered me."
Glorabella rolled her eyes and crept up to the siblings who were kept hostage.Matice saw her of course and Glorabella so thought she had an exclamation point over her head.
"You want 'em?Take 'em!"Matice then ordered the tenticles, that were wrapped around the siblings, to throw them at Glorabella-and they did-so hard that Glorabella almost fell into the hole Zeke made with his lazer.Suddenly the wind kicked up and she fell to the ground as the siblings changed into dragons,helping Glorabella not get blown away.
20th Chronicle "Um.Ok then,"Glorabella said unsurely.Then she turned to Endear,which is possessing Pinkie now."How'd you know that I needed you to help me?"
Endear smiled sweetly,"Us pieces are connected and we sence the other when they decide to come out if it is urgent.In this situation-it is."
Glorabella then tried to remember how to summon up her wings yet whenever she tried to do so,nothing would happen.
"Saying 'Dragon Fairy Wings' would help or D.F.W.,"Mrit said.
"D.F.W!"Glorabella said quickly and her wings sprouted out of her back."Is everyone ready?"
"Nope,"said Zeke."I'll meet you up there when I feel like it."
An awkward pause."Seriously?"Glorabella said to him."This isn't the time."
"Just give me a good minute.Don't worry."
19th Chronicle Glorabella spotted the emergency exit and charged right through it-which was pretty simple actually.She didn't notice that this building was actually a ship that flew in the sky-way up in the sky.Glorabella thought time had slowed down as she flew into the sky and looked down.
"OOOOH-MY-GOD!"Glorabella shouted as she fell down to Earth."OH MY PERUVIAN HERITAGE-MY ANCESTORS-MY FAMILY-MY LIFE-CULTURE-HOMELAND-BLACK HAIR AND BROWN EYES-OOOOH MY GOOOOOD!"
She shut her eyes tightly and braced for impact when she saw that she's right over the house.This is going to hurt like hell when she lands.So much.If she was so magical-why hasn't she sprouted wings or something?Like,someone ignoring her docile nature and not teaching her how?If Ian still had his strength then he would have carried her ass down to Earth and call it a day.She opened her eyes and noticed that she was a foot above the ground and Zeke was under her,blowing air at her face
18th Chronicle Glorabella began to thrash upon the glass and then she felt nothing.
So Glorabella finally awoken from her terrible nightmare and found out that she was in a dark cell-with Ian passed out on the floor near her.He wasn't moving.She moved toward him and checked his pulse by pressing her fingers against his neck.A pulse and he was still alive and probably dreaming since his eyelids were moving.She checked her surroundings and saw bars on one side of the stone slated room.And then Matice crept onto view.
"You two are of no use for me dead,"Matice said,swaying to and fro contently,looking into the cell.
"What do you want from us?"Glorabella said to Matice firmly.
Matice chuckled."Of course you don't know,Insanity Mistress!You're new
17th Chronicle Its has been a few weeks now and Glorabella's relationships with Ian strengthed,as well as with Pinkie and Star(while having a door between them of course).The siblings still refused to be seen with the other but to Glorabella-it is out of her control.Mrit was like an adopted brother than a father to Glorabella-why?He's getting mischevious like Zeke but not as annoying.Whenever Glorabella has a problem with something,most likely either Pinkie or Ian would help her.Glorabella was happy to have them to keep her company and have them as friends,even if she can't have them all together in one room.At least 'The Pieces' haven't come up for they remained asleep deep in their hosts' mind.Although-the Dark Mistress is still out there....
Glorabella recently found a guy friend,about her age, living nearby.She made sure Ian was home napping while she was out and about,hanging around normal (sane) people.Then Mrit found out and he advised that she would stop me
16th Chronicle Now the next afternoon after Glorabella's day of freakout,nobody had said "Good morning" to her,except Mrit.Glorabella was wandering around the main L.A.B. trying to find the siblings.Mrit had no idea where they were for some reason but Glorabella knew he was hiding something.Well,he has been avoiding her all day,so she wondered why this was happening.It was too quiet for her to bear this any longer so of course she went out to find Ian-not the other two.Walking around the halls was like a workout for Glorabella-it had seemed endless!And dead silent.Which was creepy.
"Mrit!"Glorabella called out."I need company please!"
Footsteps were heard nearby.Most likely it could have been Ian.Glorabella crept up to the hallway where the sound was heard and then she heard a door close.She then scooted up to the door and yanked it open.
"Ha!Caught you three!"Glorabella shouted as she jumped into the room with the three si
15th Chronicle Where is Mrit when you need him?Glorabella then wandered around clumsily around-away from Star's room for now.She hoped she could regain her trust toward him but after that...she had second thoughts.Maybe they left him there alone in his room because he was dangerous-just like his siblings....
Glorabella sighed.What to do....She ate,took a shower,went outside,got chased away by the Dark Mistress....Yep,she has done everything she needed to do.Everything that needed to be done and then some....She wandered into a kitchen on the other side of the Lab-and found Pinkie in it.
"How-did you get here-before me?"Glorabella said awkwardly to her as she walked over to the table to relax.Pinkie glanced up to her,and smiled gently.
"I walked here,"she said simply.
"Sure you did,"Glorabella replied.She then stepped cautiously toward the table where Pinkie sat beside (well,she is o
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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