Four Hours

Knowledge is the death of research — Walther Hermann Nernst, German Physicist 1864 – 1941

Four hours left…

Tharlia had to stifle a yawn. It had been her choice to work the night shifts at the lab so she couldn’t really complain that she never slept. Working at night not only allowed her to continue her lessons during the day but it gave her almost totally unsupervised access to the specimen. She felt her hearts quiver as she looked at it.

The stasis pod itself was nothing to be excited over. Lacklustre grey metal surrounded what should be clear glass, it was however tainted by the deep frost on the inside. The pod wasn’t of their own design, it had been found floating aimlessly in space. It had collided with one of the military patrol crafts. It was badly scarred but obviously durable as no leaks had appeared. The inside was frozen but it couldn’t have been from the cold recesses of space. Perhaps it was just how this race functioned.

They had set the pod on a course for extremely slow defrost. They didn’t want the being in the pod to have life pushed on it too quickly. What if it couldn’t survive in their World? She sighed and glanced out of the observation decks window. The sky was a deep shade of sapphire, the shades of blue trying to draw her into a sombre mood. She jumped as the comm screen screamed to life. She didn’t know why such an annoying beep was needed. It wasn’t like it was ever loud in here.

She moved to press the accept button and wasn’t surprised at all when she saw it was only the computerised text she was used to. Why waste time actually talking to the scientists? They were only the ones on the front lines doing all the work. In truth she had never met her bosses, she had been hired through the employment bot which had come to the stagnant, depressingly grey hole she lived in. They had apparently read her thesis on life in other Universes and wanted to hire her for their top secret agenda. She could understand why the government wanted to keep this quiet but still it made it hard to talk to others about her work.

She glanced at the screen once again to make sure she had read the message correctly. She was to begin the neural screening. Was that even possible at this stage of deep freeze? Not to mention she didn’t want to think of the pain she would be causing the poor being with the drills. Yet, she was a good little drone and did as she was ordered. Pressing a few buttons she had to admit she watched in fascination as the pod door slowly opened. A few more button presses ensured that the drills were lowered slowly from the ceiling. They neared what she assumed was the head of the being; this process definitely wouldn’t work if it wasn’t. The drills almost tentatively touched the ice as if deciding where best to begin. Finally they plunged deeply into the ice and began their whining movement. They made quick work of the cold barrier but Tharlia felt, much to her astonishment, her stomach churn somewhat when the whining increased at what she assumed must be the skull. Ruby red liquid tried to escape the tracks made but another button press ensured the openings were seared. The drills slowly removed themselves allowing the black wires to carefully enter. A screen lowered to viewing level and flickered to life before her very eyes. She wasn’t sure the being had any thought patterns left in tact but it was worth a try. She sat forward as images began to appear…

There was darkness and pain. It was never ending. The cold harshness of deep, dark black space. Stars sparked to silver infused life and were snuffed out just as quickly. There was darkness. There was pain. An emerald planet with sparkling sapphire blue oceans. A flash of a blade. A mouth screaming. Blood pouring like a river. An attack. An army. So many dead. An explosion. Unending grief, and then… utter loneliness…

Tharlia had to drag her eyes away from the rest of the imagery, momentarily unaware there was tears streaming down her cheeks. Was this what the being dreamt of while stuck in their frozen prison or was it something more? Was this the last moments of it’s existence branded forever in its DNA? Tharlia almost hoped it was the former. No one should experience something like that no matter where they came from.

Shaking off the effects of the screen, she ensured everything was recorded to be sent to the higher ups. Let them think of it what they will. She didn’t want to watch any more so only left the wires in another nano second. Finished, she ensured the wires were properly removed and the wounds seared shut. What if they had caused the being irreparable damage? Her colleagues always laughed that she was too soft for this job. Maybe they were right.

Recordings safely sent she sat back to study more of the life signs of the life form. She felt like nothing more than a keeper, she wasn’t a true scientist. If only there was some way she could prove herself better than her peers.

Three hours left…

Tharlia stifled yet another yawn. She hated to admit she had gotten distracted. The shining sparkle of the moon seemed far more interesting than work that was tantamount to babysitting. The rocky surface outside beckoned her; she was an avid climber, something unheard of for a scientist. Apparently they were all supposed to be geeky. Well nerdy tendencies aside she had outside likes too dammit.

She sighed, looking back towards her frozen charge. Did they have likes, interests, hobbies? Were they even nice? They’d never heard of life on other planets until her thesis and the military discovery. Just because they were out there didn’t mean that they should be sought out. She’d had no reply from her bosses yet about the recordings either. Her damnable curiosity had her wanting to try the drills again, completely forgetting the images had overwhelmed her last time. She theorised the planet she had seen was the one that had exploded. What a shame, it seemed to be a beautiful, peaceful sort of place. Would she do untold damage if she were to use the drills again?

She sat forward in her chair, a daunting yet almost impossible to ignore idea coming to her mind. She wondered if the drills would have less of an effect on the subject if they were more defrosted. It was risky. She didn’t know if the being was peaceful but she was already seeing images of the awards she could achieve if she worked on her charge on her own. What fame and fortune would come!

She moved toward the temperature control, her hand hovering as the last vestiges of good sense left her. She could do this, she would do this. Any danger the subject could prove surely couldn’t be that substantial. They had had the being here for years before Tharlia had come. Steeling her resolve, she pressed the button to increase the temperature in the pod. There was no immediate alarm so evidently her bosses can’t have noticed yet. There was no great difference anyway, apart from the slightly increased condensation on the inside of the glass, probably only noticeable by her due to the fact that her vision had always been really good. At least she told herself that to make her feel better.

She sat down to monitor the beings statistics, noting the blood pressure had risen considerably. Slivers of unease crept through her soul. She was the only one there this night shift. What if the subject was too much for her to handle? Allowing panic to consume her, she decided to administer a sedative to ensure the beings compliance. She watched in fascination as the hyperneedle came down from the same hidden place in the ceiling as the drills had. The pod door again slowly revealed it’s prize. Perhaps she was a sadist, she felt a little amount of satisfaction as the long, lethal looking needle plunged without hesitation into what she hoped was the neck. Sedatives always worked best there, allowing the chemicals to enter the veins quickly. Others preferred to use the hearts but it could prove to be fatal and Tharlia couldn’t afford that in so many ways.

Retracting the needle quickly she let that same original panic spur her to shut the pod even quicker. She sat back, a small sense of relief washing through her at the fact that so far she had been successful. What if she had been caught mid needle thrust? She’d hate to think what would happen.

She shut her eyes, just for a moment, and let her mind wander. The cold and grey landscape surrounding the lab was at a stark contrast to her home. She missed the deep shades of emerald that made the hills the natural beauty spot they were. The deep mahogany chocolate of the surrounding forest had always called to the very essence of her soul. She knew that if she hadn’t been that motivationally driven to become a famous scientist she would have gotten a job somehow linked to the forest. She didn’t however need her fathers mocking tones and condescension if she should have picked anything but scientist. The man was a real demon about science.

A screaming beep tore through her reverie as well as an ice cold bucket of liquid would have. What now? She wondered, somewhat perturbed at being interrupted. She needed to focus on stealing this discovery right from underneath her bosses noses. She grimaced. She was well aware that in a very short space of time she’d gone from a quiet geek to an impassioned usurper but she was desperate to prove herself to colleagues that see her as nothing but a little woman, and a father who thought she would amount to nothing.

The scream of the comm screen sounded again and she pressed the accept button a little harder than was perhaps necessary. It wasn’t the message she had been expecting from her bosses. The text showed it was the engineering team that monitored the equipment of the entire complex. They had noted a change in the systems in the lab. Could she please check and let them know. She glanced quickly at the pod hoping not to see anything too drastic. What if they had noticed because the being had broken out somehow. Instead she saw that everything was the same. Well the same except that the ice was now noticeably thinner. Was that a peach skin tone she could see? She waited an appropriate amount of time then replied that all was okay on her end. She hated lying to them, knowing that now they would spend ages checking all of the individual systems to find where the fault lay. They couldn’t know what she had done, no one could until she had seen it through to the end, come what may.

Two hours left…

Panic was now rising in her throat like bile. Time seemed to stand still. The beings statistics were rising at an incredible rate. Lung function was accelerating but not yet to the degree where they could wake up. She tapped on the screen so she could monitor the beings neural pathways. It appeared the earlier invasive procedure had made little difference as she literally watched signals race across the board. She had never seen so many impulses, it astounded her. Another flick of her finger on the screen and she could see the essence of a DNA strand of the subject scanned by the sensors in the ceiling. It was incredible. There seemed to be the basis of all DNA, the double helix, but seemingly fused to the centre was a third strand, making it a triple helix. There was also so many more hydrogen bonds than was normal. What could this mean? From this information alone she could win prestige but she wanted, no needed, more.

She felt her mouth constrict. She needed things to happen sooner rather than later. She didn’t know what would happen should she be discovered. It was strange, she didn’t really think of whether the being was dangerous, all she could see was the fame and fortune that she needed.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed that some of the ice had fallen away; not enough to show the features of the being but she could see some of the writing at the bottom of the pod. It seemed to be engraved into the dark metal, who would go to such an effort? She moved closer to the pod, straining to determine what it said. She was fluent in a few languages but this resembled none of the modern ones. She knew about a few ancient dialects but again this stumped her. She found herself almost mesmerised by the swirling circular design. It echoed an ancient dialect she had studied in lessons, although it was far more beautiful in orientation.

Squinting, she struggled to remember what she had learned. She sounded out the words to see if they felt right.

“L… Lar…st… Ha… ooo…,” there was ice blocking off the middle of the sentence so she went to the end. “Way… re… Knoe… lege… all.” Tharlia sighed in disgust. That made absolutely no sense to her. Why hadn’t she paid more attention in lessons? Deciding, perhaps ignorantly, that it was nothing to worry about she went back to her console.

Moments later that damn comm screen beep echoed through her skull. She would love one day just to smash the thing up but while she was doing something so dangerous she fought against the urge. She really didn’t want to purposefully draw attention to herself. She pressed the accept button in agitation, willing the sender to disappear. She almost swallowed her tongue when she saw it was her bosses. They were still viewing the recordings but they would inform her of their findings soon. In the meantime they had had reports from engineering that faults lay all over the lab and she was to go into the viewing room to check them out. She should only report back if she found something urgent. She had a little time until engineering finally figured out what was going on. By then she would hopefully have all the knowledge in the World; but actually go into the viewing room when defrost was almost complete? Not in their lifetimes.

Her eyes shot to the pod. She could have sworn there had been movement just then. Was the being finally waking? It was too soon, she wasn’t ready. She could feel hyperventilation trying to set into her psyche. She wasn’t ready… she wasn’t ready…

One hour left…

Things were going from bad to worse. There had been faults she had blindly ignored, feeling they were reporting solely on what she had initiated. She bashed the screen as it displayed something else. The lighting system was failing. Some would consider that a small problem but it did nothing for her piece of mind. Soon another screen popped up, the comm network was failing. That was fine by her, it meant no more beeping headaches at least, though she supposed it should worry her that she essentially couldn’t contact her bosses.

She glanced at the pod, hoping, praying that everything was all right in there. She knew the being would be out soon and she needed them to stay alive. What would happen if life support failed? Her hopes for the future and her dreams of fame would die with the subject. She watched dispassionately as some more ice broke away from the glass. She could now see the entire sentence within the pod but it mattered little as she couldn’t make out its meaning.

Suddenly, a harsh fire broke out within the viewing room. Only then did she notice a warning saying that the wiring was failing for all the machines. How had so many faults gone unnoticed? Had she blindly ignored them in quick succession assuming she was the centre of everything and it was all her doing with the pod? She cursed her own ego and ran into the viewing room willing the water system to come on until she remembered she had had a warning about that too. She looked wildly about for anything that might prevent the fire from spreading. She had no desire to go up in flames but more pressing was that she couldn’t let the being die either. He was her meal ticket. She looked into every lonely corner of both rooms until eventually her eyes landed on the pod and she wondered if their guest was unaffected. They seemed so, though she was now shocked that she could see the features. Their guest was a male, tall with peachy skin and some facial stubble. She moved closer. He would’ve been handsome if he had more resembled her race. Still her hearts gave a little flutter as she stared.

Suddenly, his blood shot chocolate eyes shot open and focused solely on her, a stark contrast to her now fearful deep black ones. His eyes became all that there was. The heat from the flames faded to the back of her awareness. His breath misted on the glass as his eyes stared unblinking and froze her to the spot. She could feel centuries of hate and despair directed towards her and she wondered fleetingly if he even saw her or was he reliving the last few moments before he was frozen. She watched, almost in slow motion, as a gigantic hand shot forth and shattered the glass of the pod. She hadn’t realised she had been bent towards him until his gigantic hand curled around her weak neck. His grip tightened and she knew instinctively that it wasn’t about her, not really. She smiled at the fact that that was the first unselfish thought she’d had all night.

She felt her life slipping from her and thoughts came to her sporadically almost like waves crashing against a cliff… what had she done?… shouldn’t have turned the temperature up… she was so selfish… so blind… what had she unleashed on her World… should have told bosses… should have checked comm screen… …damn warnings… … can hear screaming beep… … … so cold… … … … please help…

Time’s up…

From: Boss C Tulanie

To: Scientist Tharlia Balen

Importance: Extreme Urgency

Scientist Balen, leave the lab immediately. We have had reports that along with the other faults the stasis pod has accelerated its defrost rate, not unheard of in some cases. However we need to isolate that lab. We have finished the viewing of the recordings and found the specimen to be highly dangerous. Our ancient records show it is the last human being, sent into space before their planet Earth was destroyed after an interplanetary War some centuries ago. After decoding the images we could see they implanted the knowledge of their race into that sole being that drove him to insanity and implanted maniacal tendencies. Coupled with the infection in his DNA we cannot risk exposure to our people. Terminate immediately and retreat. That is an order.

Last human being – Beware – Know that the blind pursuit of knowledge destroys all.

Notebook: Hallam

Evening lovely readers 🙂

Today I want to present to you the first of my Notebook Series of posts. This concept is to portray writing in progress and how the mind of a writer can work. If I’m honest it’s also so I don’t forget the story ideas; hey I’m human, I can admit my faults 😉 Please just keep in mind that the writing might start out rough around the edges but it will improve with time.

My first venture for this series is a sci-fi themed piece centering around Commander Samara Balen and the duties she’s called for in service to The Service. What will happen should the Universe come crashing down around you? 🙂

Please enjoy. Thank you 🙂

Hallam

Sam sighed as her eyes popped open, unfocused as the comm sphere bleeped to life. She had only just finished the graveyard shift in engineering but she knew they needed her for something else. They always did. She could’ve sworn her title was Commander, not General Dog’s Body.

Grudgingly, she swung her legs over the edge of her sleeping platform, her bare feet making contact with the cold harsh metal. Others may shy away from it but Sam welcomed the cruel reality of the bitter cold; it reminded her of the reality of a Universe at War.

Shuffling as she went, she managed to reach the comm sphere after only five beeps. Not bad since she was exhausted. Rubbing her eyes, she pressed the glaringly bright speaker button and said, “Commander Balen here. This better be damn good, Meat.”

*Author’s Note* I had to pause here. Is the name a name, nickname or derogatory term for the person on the other end of the comm sphere? Do I want to turn my character into a hard aggressive woman? Or is she just grumpy when she’s tired? Suffice it to say, for now at least, she’s only grumpy 🙂

“Get your head out of your arse Commander and get to the bridge. The Captain has called a meeting.”

“Ah Meat, I love it when you’re rough with me,” she replied sarcastically. “Where’s the respect earned by my position?”

“You want respect? Join the suits in The Guard.” And with that he pressed disconnect. Sam sighed. She knew being part of…

*Author’s Note* Okay, what do you call the opposing faction of military without it sounding too corny? My brain jumps to The Alliance but that could hark to World of Warcraft (yes I am a gamer) or The Rebels, but that is definitely very Star Wars 🙂

…The Service wouldn’t get her high into the upper echelons of life but still she worked hard at her job. She climbed the ranks faster than anyone had at the tender age of twenty-eight. If the Captain would just up and pissing retire she’d be a force to be reckoned with. He wouldn’t retire though, misogynistic bastard. Damn him for only being thirty-five.

She grudgingly got dressed, ignoring the tempting pull of her mattress. How easy it would be to just curl up and ignore the Universe but she had a job to do, one all the more difficult for the very fact that she was a woman in a male dominated World.

*Author’s Note* The Universe my protagonist finds herself in is a misogynistic one. This doesn’t reflect my personal views as I believe women can do anything just as well as men. It does, however, create tension and I do love me some tension 🙂

She tugged on her knee-high synthetic leather boots, adjusted her waist holster on her black pants, pulled on her black leather jacket over her black tank and tied her waist length purple hair in a band. This was one reason she loved The Service. They weren’t so strict on military wear and weapons. She picked up her dual HZ45’s and placed them almost lovingly in their holster. Next she placed her hypersilver blades in her boots and switch blade in the sleeve of her jacket. Lastly was the hypersilver sword strapped to her back. You can never be too careful when it came to space travel in her own modest opinion. Plus it was far more satisfying gutting someone up close and personal.

#FlashFiction – The Rose and the Heart Part Three

Evening lovely readers 🙂

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As I work on the second in my Angel of Death series, Bound, I find that sometimes for a break my mind wanders back to the story I began a while ago about my half fae/half lycan character Rose. The Rose and the Heart , a tentative title to say the least, follows Rose as she must face down those who seek to control her and inevitably destroy her. I best write down this burst of creativity before I forget it. Please keep in mind this is a very VERY rough copy written solely as a memory jog. I do however hope you enjoy 🙂 Thank you 🙂

The Rose and the Heart – Part Three

Rose took a deep breath as she stood on the precipice, both physically and emotionally. The wind softly blue her long purple locks back from her scarred face. Everything reminded her that she didn’t belong here regardless of her maniac father closing the portal back to her home. She was of the royal line, surely she had enough power within her to open it again? Even if, by some small chance, she could open it where would she go? Her old life had been destroyed. She sighed.

Glancing down the long imposing cliff she could see the silver sliver of a river mocking her with its luminescent beauty. It shouted at her to by all means try her wings to escape, it would welcome her when she failed. Her wolf had been shockingly quiet since they had run into that alpha. Just another man trying to control her. She felt a strong desire from her wolf to follow him into whatever delights he could promise but she had used her magic to quell her for the first time in her life. She felt guilty but also relieved it had worked. Cloaking herself she ran as fast as she could to escape him and it had seemed to work. Now though her wolf refused to come to her aid. Stubborn bitch! Could she use her wings to escape? They had never worked before but to be fair her mother had not been the best teacher; how could a full lycan teach her to fly when she couldn’t herself?

An almost painful sting resounded on her magical subconscious and she knew her father hunted her still; since meeting him he always seemed to register as a nasty little sting. She laughed; she couldn’t understand his determination for her to rule. Surely he though the same as the rest of the fae; she would dilute the royal line with her ‘mongrel’ heritage. Well that was just fine with her, she didn’t want to rule anyway. She wanted to hide from all of it. She ran her right hand down the now jagged line of skin on her right cheek, a reminder that her father was not someone who cared for others but was someone to be obeyed; someone who saw her type as less than nothing. It seemed to tingle the closer he got. The fae fire he used should have scarred her further but her lycan healing ability quickly kicked in. It brought forth another painfully obvious difference on her part; full fae do not scar even with the full force of fae fire, they merely writhed in agony until they begged for death. At least she had denied her father that.

She shook her head willing these thoughts away. Trust her to get distracted when what she saw as evil advanced upon her. She took a deep and soothing breath to try and calm her nerves. She concentrated on her wings, willing them to move. There was nothing, not even a slight sign of a twitch and Rose became despondent. Some fae she was. She turned back to the dark forest which seemed all the more horrifying to her now. Maybe she could hide somewhere until they tired of searching for her. Would they tire of searching for her? Her logical side doubted it; both her father and the alpha seemed hell bent on finding her. She actually wanted to cry, something she hadn’t done since her mother had died.

Lost in her own thoughts she completely ignored the rustle off to her right and the large, looming wolf that appeared from it. She also missed the following transformation from wolf to very large, very naked man. He smiled when he realised she was lost to conscious thought. He moved closer, as silent as an assassin but with very different intentions in mind. His breath caught a little. There was echoes of her mother in her but her beauty was all her own. She had beautiful flowing purple hair and he was intrigued beyond measure that her wolf was purple, an enigma in itself. He knew she was his; mate, lover, soul-bound; but he had to be cautious. There was something strange about her. He was almost directly to her side when he ran up against something solid and painful. He jumped back with a gasp and watched as she turned to him with almost dreamy eyes.

Rose was aware of him now, that smooth like caramel essence which caressed her magical soul. The alpha stood far too near but it was nothing compared to the evil now oozing from the forest.

“He’s here,” she said to him in a voice full of soul and despondency. She started backing up to the cliff once again, her eyes flashing from the alpha to her rapidly approaching father and back. She didn’t know what was worse and truthfully she just felt lost. One thing was for sure, she would submit to neither, determining she would choose death over subjugation.

“Daughter…” her father began in a determined voice, almost as if he could command her like one of his subjects.

“Rose,” the alpha started, something akin to panic tingeing his deep seductive voice. She smirked as she heard both, deciding to give herself up to the harsh reality of fate.

“I guess we’ll see if I am a true fae after all old man,” she said in a sad voice, reaching the edge of the cliff while fighting back the tears. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to get back to her quiet and peaceful home and carry on with her course. She longed to go back to pretending she was human; strangely she felt at home that way though she had no humanity to speak of.

“Goodbye,” she said to both as she threw herself backwards. The alpha knew nothing of her fathers side and her father thought her wings were lame, heck maybe they were, but she would try them anyway. Their dual anguished yells echoed through the wind that rushed by her. How would she come out of this alive?

Fear in a Handful of Dust

Evening lovely readers 🙂

Here is a guest post by yours truly exploring the concept of fear and phobias. Admittedly I have a few so I could pull from life but everyone should have a go at writing out of their comfort zone. I hope you enjoy and I hope you follow Helena for some great fiction with ooey gooey literary goodness 🙂

Thank you 🙂

For One Of My Best Friends

Evening lovely readers 🙂

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Have you ever noticed that sometimes inspiration can pop up and smack you round the chops without your realising? A wonderful instance happened to me that has urged me to write something outside my comfy-almost-like-pyjama’s fantasy genre. I received a message off one of my best friends and the lovely lovely lady had meant to type the word probably. However due to her phone mishap I got the name Rob Ably instead 🙂 This was my *Ping* moment Ladies and Gentleman and this children’s story is what came from it. This is for you Cheryl Denise Westby, I hope you like my silly jaunt 🙂

The Tale of Rob Ably and The Missing Gerri-Faff

Little Princess Narky Nappy was not a happy girl. She screamed the palace down and down from pillar up to pearl. The King and Queen were really sad not knowing what to do. What could have set their darling off? Was it something new?

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They rushed into her nursery affright with all the noise. They searched and looked and gave her tons of all her sparkly toys. But nothing would ever do and would not make her laugh. They finally saw the problem too she’d lost her Gerri-Faff.

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They searched and searched but could not find the little animal. They’d pull someone up from the town ’twas always nice and full. They rushed on over to the phone sat nicely on the table. They need a man with hearty will who’s good and nice and able.

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Twas Rob Ably that turned up, a good and happy fellow. He took it with a pinch of salt and kept it nice and mellow. He promised he would search the World to find her this lost toy. And with a sigh he started off on the long and lonely ploy.

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He decided he would search up high upon the mountain range. He couldn’t find it anywhere nor birds flight which is strange. There were no trees, no rocks nor bush for life to live and hide. There were no nooks and cranny’s for a Gerri-Faff to reside.

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Next he settled on the beach in hopes of search and sun. There were no people here in fact enjoying all the fun. The golden sand did burn his feet and caused a rosy hue. But missing from this perfect scene was a little Gerri-Faff too.

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At last he came upon the sea all beautiful and clear. He trembled as he looked upon in such a dreaded fear. He had not found the Gerri-Faff, not hide, not hair, not stuffing. When it dropped into his hands, dropped by a passing puffin.

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Rob wanted to jump for joy, to bound, to scream and leap. At least he knew now once at home his small life he would keep. He placed the Faff deep in his bag and shut it nice and tight. He needed to get it home right now with no dark extra fright.

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And so Rob jauntily sauntered off with high hopes for the Faff. He returned it to the throne to make the Princess good and laugh. Rob was honoured for his deed, given titles, lands and lease. And finally the small kingdom returned to its natural peace.

 

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THE END

This was just a silly rough attempt at a children’s story, pay it no mind 🙂 Thank you 🙂

 

 

#FlashSaturday – The Rose and the Heart Part Two

Evening lovely readers 🙂

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As you can see these #FlashSaturday’s are becoming a horrible habit of mine 🙂 As some will know I have been working on my second novel while I wait for the first to come back from the editor. I had decided to turn a flash fiction I previously posted on here, The Rose and The Heart, into my next novel and have since been working on it. Here’s a slice situated about mid way through. Enjoy 🙂

 

The Rose and the Heart

 

Rose had to look at her so called father in pity. He sat there on his gilded throne making commands and expecting loyalty but was he truly happy? He was surrounded by advisor’s and courtiers but was he truly loved? She stood before him, shackled as she was, but she refused to be cowed by the man even if he is the High King of the Fae.

“Tell me Princess,” her father began, “why did you seek my enemies, those that deprived me of my Queen, for your own selfish gain?” Rose sighed,

“Spare me old man,” she replied, sparing her father none of the fake niceties he got from everyone else. “I have no desire to be here. If you’ll remember correctly, you brought me here against my will, you’re the one that sent your lackeys,” and here she glared at Frost. At least he had the grace to look a little guilty. “Why do you hold me here?” She had no desire to answer his questions. The lycans weren’t his enemy; her mother had run when she found out what a maniacal bastard he was, not to mention obsessive. From what she could see he was now delusional, believing that the lycans had taken her away. She really wanted to laugh at that. There had never been another lycan in her life bar her mother and that was because she fought her hardest to protect Rose. She’d never lived to see Rose could hold her own. A single crystal tear slid down her cheek.

“I hold you here child,” he spat the word with venom, “because you are the only heir to this throne much to my disgust. Had you been here we could have burned the wolf from you but now it is entirely too firmly ensconced. You will be taught, whether you wish to be or not, how to rule these realms when my time ends or by the divines I will make you suffer.” Rose had had enough. Her mother had never asked for a fae mate but that’s what fate had given her, the cruel old bugger. She must have had terrible luck to be stuck with the deranged old coot in front of her. She wouldn’t stand anyone tarnishing what her mother was and treading all over the kindness and love she had shown Rose, even at the cost of her own health.

“Well old man,” she was really quite enjoying her new name for him, “as much as I would love to stick around for that I’m afraid I have other plans.” She smiled as she looked at him, surprised he couldn’t guess what was coming. She felt the welcoming rush of heat as her wolf sprang forth ready to protect her. She caressed the wolf’s fur as she receded and the wolf rushed forward. Let her father deal with this. She felt bones pop and reform; her nose elongated into a long elegant muzzle; beautiful purple tinged black fur sprouted and she dropped to all fours. She watched in amusement as the golden shackles fell to the floor. She spent all of a second to see realisation sink into her fathers cold grey eyes before she leapt onto the window ledge and out into the beautiful night. As she landed gracefully on the wooded floor she heard her father scream,

“She can shift even with our magic on her??? FIND HER!!!” Rose smiled even in her wolf form and trotted off. In truth she had no idea where she was going. This forest was entirely new to her in a completely different realm but surely she must have gotten here somehow. She knew how to transport others realm to realm but she had never been able to accomplish it herself otherwise she’d be out of here in an instance. Instead she would have to find the portal her mother had told her about. Not that she had much to go on. How often do you come across a patch of air that shimmered like water. Mentally she sighed and continued on.

Eventually, after she had passed what she was sure was the same rock as twenty minutes ago, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her enhanced senses picked up something very familiar. She felt light headed and a little tingly. No, surely it couldn’t be. She looked around and decided she must be wrong. She shook her head and continued on. She had to stop again however as the feeling grew more intense. Suddenly a shadowed shape dropped from the trees above. She tensed. She was formidable against many opponents but in this new realm she couldn’t be sure. Just in case she added some of her fae magic behind her wolf reflexes in the hopes she would prevail. With bated breath she waited until eventually a great silver wolf came forward. Mentally she gasped. This was the wolf she had seen from the window of her home, the one she had thought must have escaped from somewhere. She’d had the same tingly feeling then, also when a tall and admittedly handsome stranger had walked into her at the news stand. What was this? Why did she feel this way?

She watched with trepidation as he came forward to sniff at her. With a pained groan she uttered back off Fido and singed his nose hairs. He yelped and stepped back,

You even sound like her, he mentally chuckled. What? How the Hell did he hear her?

I heard you because your mother was part of my pack, which makes you part of my pack. He moved towards her again. Rose sniffed indignantly.

I belong to no pack.

You keep telling yourself that, he laughed and got far too close to her for her own comfort.

What do you want from me? Why did you follow me to this God forsaken place? she asked frustrated and she didn’t want to admit, a little attracted.

Your mother was the Omega of my Pack, I the Alpha. We ruled together though we were not mates, but and he sniffed again you however are mine. 

#Flash Sunday (you knew it was coming) – A Life Worth Living

Hello lovely readers.

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Well it seems I’m making a nasty habit of this. I always promise a post a day and that this is coming then or then or then and then of course something gets in the way. I kid you not; I’ve had to go out in search of missing nieces, I attended my friends wedding of the century and I’ve plain just been too tired sometimes. So, now I’m going to just promise I will be posting a heck of a lot just sometimes it may not be everyday lol 🙂

Okay, so I promised a #FlashFriday to celebrate gaining over one hundred new friends. Alas, tiredness and a wedding prevented me from doing that so here’s my #FlashSunday. I tried to not make it fantasy but failed miserably. I had thought to write a series of diary entries consisting of some of the hectic emotions I suffered over the last couple of years but damn I must have been boring lol 🙂 Anyway I hope you enjoy this outing better 🙂

 

A Life Worth Living

Alexiel had to sigh. What Bard worth their salt couldn’t come up with a tale? She was due before the King in one hour but her mind was still cruelly blank. A trickle of cold sweat travelled mockingly down her brow. What path was possibly left to her now?

Oh she knew where her mind block began. She hadn’t been able to create at all since Mikhail had crushed her spirit and then tried to literally crush her. The constant insults and attacks on her confidence she could handle but a gigantic floating boulder? Not so much. Damn mages. Should stick to the library where they belong.

She sighed again. She was wary when he had asked her to dance at the gathering. Mages always had some trick or other up their ridiculously long sleeves; but she had been flattered by the older mage and in awe of his handsome looks. She snorted. If only she had known he wouldn’t keep them.

She glanced at the throne room doors, half her brain worrying about her lack of creativity. The other half contemplated the six and a half years lost to the magical worm. She straightened her deep purple bards robes nervously, wondering how she’d let her mind focus on him. She supposed it was easier than assaulting her mind block, or part of her was angry at the loss of years, or heck that even now she worried how others saw her. She was a bard, her position alone earned her respect. Now however she knew her image had been affected what with being so wrapped up in him. She was severely disgusted in herself.

As she glanced at the throne room once again she was shocked to see the great oaken doors open. Surely it couldn’t be time already? She almost swallowed her tongue as her gaze met a mutual piercing ice blue one. A man had exited; he wore the fine velvet garments of a Lord but something seemed a little off. She couldn’t sense a magical aura but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. He came towards her with kind eyes and a wicked smile and she swore her heart leapt. What is this?

“Greetings Lady Bard,” he said in a mesmerising voice. “I am Lord Duna Ain. It’s a pleasure to meet you. The King speaks so highly of you,” he took her hand and pressed his soft lips to it. At this point she knew she should reply but her mind had turned to fairy mush. Wow, he’s one handsome man. It was evident he could see his effect on her as he smiled once again and said,
“I will see you soon.”
She could be wrong but did his eyes just flash ice blue flames? She watched as he walked briskly away. Wow what an ass.

She shook her head as she was called into the room and realised she had been staring a while. What a mysterious effect this Lord had on her. She found herself hoping they would meet again. She smiled with sudden brilliant clarity; she could now see her story complete with a dashing rogue that had a devilish grin and ice blue eyes. She loved her brain when it worked. Silently nodding her thanks she turned and entered the glittering throne room complete with over a hundred listeners. Every one was a friend and every one she loved.

#Flash…erm…Saturday – The Rose and the Heart

Hello lovely readers 🙂

Thank you for your patience yesterday. Here’s my heartfelt post for today; a yummy scrummy oooey gooey piece of fantastical pie layered with a dash of cynicism (I do love me some cynicism.) It’s a bit rushed as I want it done before my baby wakes up but I will improve it as I go 🙂 Enjoy 🙂

The Rose and The Heart 

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Rose sighed. She had to admit that even here she is a freak. It seems she will never live the quiet life she had dreamed of, even though she tried damn hard. She sighed once again and stared down at the letter in her hands. How archaic. She laughed at the letter; ridiculous people. Though they weren’t really her people were they? She’d been outcast at birth and she’s damn well happy to remain so.

She read aloud again, just to make sure she had the gist of it.
“Our beloved Rosethorn, high princess of The People,” wait, when did that happen? “Your father King Goldenleaf has asked for your attendance at his Death bed. Do not delay in coming here.” Dammit. She was Rose Thornby, half breed outcast to the Human realms and hated by The People, just how she damn well liked it. She had been quietly working away on her essay, due in tomorrow her logical mind screamed at her, when a puff of silver magic had appeared and the letter floated down to her grasp. Why was this happening now? She’d heard all about her father from her mother and quite frankly she didn’t want anything to do with him. He’s in a whole different realm, there’s nothing he can do to her now.

Ignoring the rest of the letter she threw it in the bin next to her desk with perhaps more venom then she thought she could muster. Okay, maybe there was a tiny, small, insignificant piece of her that still longs for her father’s love but she’d get over it. She’d had her mother until her poor heart had given out and that was enough. The People, known as the Fae in the Human realm, would have to get along without her.

Just as she went back to her laptop she heard a muffled cough behind her and almost watched in amusement as instinct took over. No one should have been in the house with her. She felt her other self rise up and smiled as soft fur caressed her soul. Bones began to pop and elongate, clothes were shredded, she felt her muzzle start to appear and she knew her soft purple tinged black fur appeared. It was over in an instant and where she had been sitting now stood an impressive wolf, her reason to be an outcast and the secret she loved. She looked at the intruder with a cold gaze. She didn’t know this one but he smelled like he was Fae. Oh, she’d never met one but he smelt like her, only stronger. The intruder visibly gulped.

“Ah…” his deep voice stammered. She had to admit he was a handsome one. Tall with golden tinged skin, black hair and a well muscled body. He wore his iridescent wings for all to see unlike her. She had to hide hers solely to live here. He had delicate pointed ears and very soft features for a man. Her wolf sighed; she had better change back instead of scaring the wings off him.

“Rosethorn?” he asked as she allowed the change to come upon her. It was just as quick though she thanked the wolf for coming to her aid. She may have lost her mother and had no father but the wolf had always been with her, a staunch protector.

“It’s Rose,” she answered, uncaring she was naked after the change like she always was. She could see the man blush and look just pass her.

“It is good to see you again your highness,” he said. Um huh? When had they met before? He could obviously see her confusion as he said,

“My name is Frostfall, I am the Prince of the Winter Fae. We met when you were very young and before your mother ran. I have been sent by your father to escort you back to the High Court.” Okay, now Rose knew she’d misheard.

“Well you can just go back to my so called father and tell him I have no interest in seeing him.” She searched round for any clothing she could, anxious to be covered in front of this man now. He wasn’t pack, Hell she’d never had a pack bar her mother and she was long gone. She heard Frost gasp as he caught sight of her wings,

“It is true then, you are your father’s daughter. You carry the pure silver wings of the royal line. I will admit I had my doubts but now…” he trailed off in awe. What’s the big deal? She’d have them removed if she wasn’t in danger of alerting humans to her kind, whatever the Hell her kind was. She’d never even used her wings, she was pretty sure they were useless.

“Yes, yes, well nice to meet you and all but I’m sure you have other places to be now.” She raised her right hand and let it be encompassed by her own brand of purple magic. Just because she’d never flown doesn’t mean she’d not trained in her magic as soon as she realised she’d had it. She’d learned from a very pleasant elderly sorceress and was quite efficient in it. Chanting a spell in her mind she pointed at Frost and watched as purple light surrounded him. Unable to quell her mischievous side she waved and blew him a kiss just before he disappeared, the purple light taking him hopefully back to his own realm. She smiled; now that had brightened her day.

She began searching again until she finally came across some un-shredded jeans and a top. She put them on quickly and got back to her essay. Her mind kept wandering back to her father though. What if he were truly dying and his last wish was to see her? She shook her head. She had enough to do with finishing University, earning money and just living. He’d not paid interest in her in twenty three years she’s sure he’d get over it now.

She finally got her head down and concentrated on work. She knew she could protect herself but what the Hell else could she expect today?

Do You Write To Let Off Steam? AND A Story For My Daughter

Hello lovely readers 🙂

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I find myself plagued with curiosity today. Do you ever find yourself writing to let off steam if you’re a writer? It hit me today that I need to let off some of my creative bubbliness in an opposite direction to my novel. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving working on my novel in preparation for sending it to my editor at the end of May but I just feel that to concentrate properly on it I need to stop my mind wandering to other possible story lines. I find it true what Albert Einstein said:

“Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein

I love my novel (and hopefully others will too) but my mind wanders to other story ideas, other Worlds, other characters and other reality’s. I so wish I were more like my friend J S Collyer who is an exceptional writer. Her passion for writing can go from intense sci fi to dark, terrifying and addictive horror. I at times feel like a one track pony, if you’ll forgive the phrase, but I do so love fantasy. Anything can happen in a fantasy novel and believe me when I say anything can happen in my brain lol 🙂 And J S does always say write what you know, write what you love and surround yourself in it so I will 🙂 Today’s story is written for one of the three greatest loves in my life, my daughter Alyssia (the other two being my boyfriend Duane and of course my writing.) She has been such a joy in the five months she’s been here that I want to do something, if only small, to celebrate her and the exceptional, selfless person I know she’ll be. So please enjoy my little slice of creativity below. Please check back occasionally, I will add to this story as ideas come to me 🙂

To Dance a Dance of the Soul

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The night was a dark one for this time of year. None of the shining stars were seen, their bright diamond brilliance missed by all. Even the crescent moon seemed dim. Those that were highly religious stayed in doors on a night like this, believing it a dark portent of some untold doom. The marble paved streets were empty of all. Well, all except one lone figure masked in a seemingly unending dark mist. The figure ran towards the nearest wall and manage to scale it in one long leap. The figure then ran across the roof towards the jewellers, the only clear signs it was human were the crystal blue eyes appearing from the mist and the long braided ponytail streaking from its back.

The figure approached with caution, noting the palace guard stationed around the roof top. It sighed in frustration. Patrols had become much more frequent in recent years making its job ten times harder but it had to smile. It did so love the thrill of it. It waited for two particularly large guards to pass the jewellers and then it somersaulted over the alleyway. Oh it had magic to do all this for it but doing it yourself made it far more interesting. The figure gently removed one of the crystal panels from the roof of the shop and floated down towards the centre. There were the average security spells in place but the figure wasn’t worried, it could unravel these in no time. Eventually, all was clear and the figure had to grin. It turned towards the Anteran diamond surrounded by lesser Underrian emeralds. The figure knew that the diamond was the main prize but it couldn’t hurt taking all of them. The figure grinned a devilish grin…

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Alyssia sighed. Why couldn’t her father understand? The plight of their people went unheard while her family enjoyed the trappings of society. To her it was just a guilded cage. She took hold of her long braid in agitation. It was a habit left over from childhood, one that was drilled out of her but still showed when she was truly frustrated.

Tonight she was stuck at one of her fathers banquets. She stretched on the soft purple dais wanting the people to see the lazy over indulged crown princess she pretended to be. No one needed to know her secret, it made it easier for her to move around.

The golden horns at the entrance of the banquet hall sounded, no doubt signalling more of her fathers pompous lords trying to stake a claim to her. She was tired of women in their kingdom having no rights. That was the first thing to change when she was Queen.

The doors opened steadily and Alyssia had to admit she hadn’t expected such a sight. A tall and handsome man entered wearing an air of confidence around him like a cloak. His skin was golden bronze, his soft black hair tied at the knape, a longer braid underneath and his clothes spoke of royalty. Alyssia actually found herself gaping. She’d never seen such a handsome man. He turned and fixed his crystal blue eyes on her, trying to charm her with his develish grin. Half of her wanted to sniff in indignation, the other half wanted to adjust her purple silk gown to hide her sudden surge of nerves.

‘Announcing Lord Prince Damon of the Illium.’

Oh wonderful, she thought. Him being a prince gave him a better chance with her father. She really didn’t need this now; she had plans that couldn’t be interrupted now. She was vaguely aware of her father moving to talk to him but she tuned them out. She wasn’t stupid, she knew how beautiful she was, a great prize to any bold enough to try and claim her but let them try; even if she were married off to some fool the wedding night would be lethal for one of them.

She felt her personal dais indent with a significant weight and sighed knowing instinctively who it was.

“Your father really wants to marry you off,” a deep, rather unsettling voice said to her with a chuckle. “Are you that much of a pain princess?”

Alyssia tried to ignore him but his scent was intriguing, she felt herself leaning more toward him. Becoming irate with herself she merely sighed as if bored, threw up her right hand and a small wall of burning ice seperated them. She heard that same deep chuckle and a murmured “Guess so.” She felt him move off the dais and walk away. She was a little saddened by his absence. Really? she though to herself. Am I that weak? She shook with some unknown emotion and sought to see where the Lord Prince had gone after her rejection. He seemed in distraught discussion with his servant, gesturing wildly while he spoke. What was he up to?

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… and moved to take up the gems while removing the dark headscarf. His white teeth couldn’t be hidden and he carried on grinning. This had been too easy. The Royals had been busy on the party and no one saw him sneak out. Who would anyway? They all assumed he was off nursing his hurt over his rejection.

He went to pick up the diamond and found it was stuck. No not stuck, someone had hold of it from the other side of the cushion. He narrowed his eyes trying to see something, anything, but he could see nothing but blackness. He called upon his elemental magic and looked again through enhanced vision. Now he could just make out a smaller figure dressed as he was with a similar braid and the most expressive eyes he had ever seen. He felt something stir within him until he realised he had seen those eyes before.

“Princess?”

“By all the Gods…” he heard uttered in her beautiful voice. Well, this was interesting…

Reslogging the write … er… Rewriting the slog and a New #FlashForFriday

Good Evening lovely readers 🙂

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I’m writing, I promise I’m writing. I just have a teething baby, several different musical mobiles going at once and a 6 foot 2 extremely sexy distraction to contend with but I AM writing lol 🙂 I have only two chapters left of my novel to rewrite and then I will just spend the rest of the time going over it and then going over it and then going over it again 🙂 Roll on the end of May and sending this baby off to my editor. I’m so excited so back to the novel I go but I leave you with a new flash fiction piece set in the Worlds of my novel. Please enjoy 🙂 (other flash fiction pieces can be read here)

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The Price of Freedom

Lucian placed one foot on the cold hard marble of the temple floor. He knew she would never forgive him for leaving her chamber during the night but if he were to escape his father’s grasp it had to be tonight. His father was off planning his next attack on the Life bearers and thankfully he would not be near enough to sense the power surge of his spell. He could never understand why the War rooms were situated outside of the palace; for the Lady’s sake, they weren’t even situated within the city. It seemed a foolish and weak manouver to him, essentially leaving the palace unprotected despite the few guards milling around. He shook his head.

He moved to leave the bed itself and felt a strange pull on his cursed emotions. Occasionally he wished he were heartless as his father was. He looked back at the prone form shrouded in black lace and silver trim. He did not truly love Illaria; she was a crass shrew of a woman with too much insight and belief in her own power. She may be the high priestess of the Seers but she had not a shade of his mothers power.

Thinking of his mother always brought a black sadness to his heart. She had died far before her time and despite his fathers official declaration of her Death at the hands of assassins, he knew the truth. He knew his father had murdered her because of her attempts to protect Lucian. She did not want him to become like his father and she had paid the ultimate price. Well he would fulfil her wishes tonight, of that he was certain.

He caressed Illaria’s cheek once more. They had shared many years of passion and in a way he would miss her but he would not let that stop him; in truth it would not plague him for long. He placed his other foot on the floor, stood and quickly dressed in his armour. He reached for his silver sword and gun, the gun given to him by his wonderful grandfather, and took one last look around the room. He felt a sense of homesickness already but he knew what had to be done. He could not let his loneliness stop him this time. As he was leaving he came across the portrait of him and his mother. He had to smile at that. She always had worn such a happy temperament in life even though she balked at her destiny. He caressed the name plate underneath and ran his finger along the letters; Queen Aria and Prince Lucian. A tear slid down his cheek,

“Goodbye Mother.”

Lucian left the temple in the cloak of darkness. It was only a short walk to the palace and Lucian raced to perform one last feat for his people before he left. The streets were empty apart from the Nightstalkers and the guard at each intersection. He walked with confidence and grace as was expected of someone of his station. He was the Crown Prince for all intents and purposes and no one had any reason to suspect his plans just yet. Each guard nodded at him, each Nightstalker saluted and even the rare Lady smiled his way. He loathed all of them. He hurried on to the gates of the palace hiding his disgust from view.

His passage to the throne room was simple; the Crown Prince was merely going to check the state of affairs within the kingdom. He projected the air of authority even if he did not feel it. He had one thing to do before he left forever; one thing to ensure that his father’s state of power was broken. He pushed through the great doors and approached the throne quickly. He knew his father was miles away but part of him still feared him knowing. Hanging from one arm of the throne was the royal pendant. He could not understand why his father left it here but he would not moan on such fortune. He grabbed it quickly and placed it around his own neck. Not only would it enhance his own power but he felt that he HAD to take it, he would need it he was sure. Not only that but his father was near invincible with his own power, the power of the throne, the power of the crown AND the power of the pendant. At least this way he would be weakened.

Lucian turned quickly to ensure that no one had noticed him. He took one last longing look around the room; he had grown up here, this was all he knew. He smiled sadly and took the idonbark from his pocket. He would use this as the catalyst for his spell, it did not work as well as tearcrystal but he was in a rush.

“Spirits of the realms above,

on waning wind and searing flame.”

Lucian was stopped mid spell. A heat had started to gather on his chest where the crystal of the pendant fell. A bright black light began to shine and he merely thought of the portal he needed. He was a little taken aback; he hadn’t expected the pendant to work so well so soon. As he had begun to chant he had waved the idonbark much as the conductors of mortal orchestras do. He had felt silly so he was extremely glad his power had taken over. A doorway of black flame swiftly opened in front of him. He took one last look at the throne room, took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. His surroundings went from silver tinged marble to murky towering constructs of metal. He seemed to be in some sort of alley with smoke and puddles adorning most surfaces. There were loud waling noises and bright lights and Death everywhere. He truly was in the mortal realm now. He turned to the portal and moved to wipe it from existence before his father found hm. He would never see his home again…

 

It’s a bit rushed and not very full of action but I hope you enjoyed. It sets the scene for one of the characters from my novel and the hardships he has already gone through. I will be improving this post as time goes on (and when I’m not so tired to own the truth.) Thank you 🙂

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