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Requests:

All Requests welcome. Just send a name and a prompt. You are also welcome to send other characters, these are just the ones I am most familiar with.

Percy Jackson:

Percy Jackson

1.

Jason Grace

Nico DiAngelo

Annabeth Chase

Leo Valdez

Piper McLean

Frank Zhang

Hazel Levesque

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Kiara Carerra

Sarah Cameron

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

The Unwanteds:

Series:

Alexander Stowe

Aaron Stowe

Lani Haluki

Samheed Burkesh

Sky

Miraculous Ladybug:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Adrien Agreste

Ladybug

Chat Noir

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Conrad Fisher

Jeremiah Fisher

Steven Conklin

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The Unwanteds Series

Chapter 1: The End of An Era

The dragon woman distraught over her past mistakes escapes to Artimè in search of savior from herself. She flies into the corridors of the beautiful mansions and looks around, her beady eyes falling upon the masterpiece of Marcus Today. As tears fly down the dragon woman’s face she regrets. She regrets the harm she inflicted on her dear brothers people, due to a spat and inconvenience from their childhood. She thinks of her young self, and how disgusted she would be. The dragon woman thinks of the boy, the boy who’s name is always at the tip of her now slivering tongue. The boy, Alexander Stowe. Again her minds slips into the thought of young Emma, and the thoughts that ensue. She remembers Eagala throwing her old notebooks and journals onto a corner. She has gone through many names, now known as the mighty Revinir. The Revinir fell to her knees in front of her brothers portrait and wept, for forgiveness. She could no longer drown in her regrets and sorrows. Then, the dragon woman saw them, paperclips on the grass miles away, on the outskirts of the bay. A component, whose lethal muttering, “Die a thousand deaths.” Spreading her wings carefully, so as to not disturb her brothers painting, she flies quickly to it. Grabbing it with her talon-like nails, sh points it at the underbelly of her scaled skin. The words uttered were those of the young Emma, yearning for freedom. And so, the war ceased. Th Revinir was dead. Dragons turned to their minds, children freed. And steps away, was the young Lukas Ranger, in horror. As the woman fell to the ground writhing in pain and gasping for breath, he couldnt help but feel sorry for her.

The Armiteans headed home, their dead being brought with them. They refused to bury their loved ones in Revinir-seeped soil. Aaron Stowe looked around and assessed the heartbreaking situation.

Henry Haluki had been murdered in horrifying mutilation by one of the Revinirs dragons, in front of his sisters eyes. Sean Ranger, torched and killed by a dragon, far from home. Dozens of others, including children, were killed and mourned for respectively. As the Armiteans ventured home, they attempted to tend to their wounded. However, with the devastating loss of their head healer, Henry, they failed, and Sky, died of blood loss. They returned, weeks passed, funerals held, and the mourning process began.

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Lost Light

The girl he met, first day at camp, who said hello to him when he was in the infirmary. The girl who became his sparring partner. The girl who told him she loved him.

The boy she met, her third year of camp, who she watched sob about the loss of his mother. The boy who constantly pestered her about teaching him to fight. The boy who told her he loved her.

Two teenagers now split apart. She was dead, limp in his arms, with the Minotaurs horn, straight through her heart. He sobbed, as his first foe destroyed his first love. His love, his one and only, was dead, and would live the rest of her days in Elysium, without him. He would be stuck on what Annabeth liked to call “this godforsaken Earth,” without his light.

Percy Jackson is a little boat in a big sea, forced to overcome the voluptuous waves cascading upon him. She was the small bright light peaking out from the stormy clouds, leading him to safety, and to victory. The light at the end of the tunnel was gone, struck down by the horn of an old fiend.

The only light in his tunnel now was the train coming straight for him, as his life continued on, without her. His life, a train-wreck without his love.