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This is their last and final roll call,�Warriors in an elite fraternity.�The name is called and the answer:�"She is gone, she has departed us."All bow their heads and remember:�When she was youthful and courageous,�When she went where others feared to go,When she marched with the "Green Berets".�She is the legend of the Special Forces.�She is the soldier who would volunteer.�She is the warrior in each person's heart.�She is the heroine his nation does honor.��Farewell my friend, my comrade-in-arms.�Farewell the lover and wife who was true.�Farewell the mother and grandmother too.�Farewell the legend, farewell the heroine.

She was a quiet professional,A member of an elite unit, Where only the best of the best, Were called upon to serve. She stood prepared and ready, A volunteer to get the job done. Whatever they needed done - She was the woman they called upon. You didn't read stories about her. You didn't even know what she did.  But she stood tall among her peers.  She carried her courage lightly.  She is gone, resting eternal.  Offer you one final salute.  Salute courage, salute valor,  Salute the warrior we served with.

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"You say you want to be king? So, when I burn your kingdom down, I will make sure you're still chained to the throne." - Unknown. Tarasov Prison wasn't the most welcoming place for ex-royal Moroi, not that Victor expected special treatment for his old status, he just assumed they would be perhaps a bit more tolerant to one who was once respected as him, but then again as one of the guardian's so kindly reminded him before entry, he had lost his respect and it was something he apparently couldn't win back after what he had done to the young Dragomir princess. Though Victor didn't let those words bother him, he didn't need respect to gain power eventually, he needed fear and control. Though of course there was little he could do about it while locked up in such a heavily guarded prison bathed in the rich warm caresses of sunlight. Tarasov Prison was inescapable, no one came in and no one came out without notice of it before hand. A few days passed and slowly Victor was able to fall into a bit of routine, most of his days he would spend in his oddly bear cell with perhaps a book in his lap to pass the time. Though it was never a book he wished to read, they did not give him such a privilege of a choice, it was merely take what they gave you, and he did without complaint. Then later on in the week he would be escorted to his feedings, then quickly ushered back to his cell. Tarasov wasn't a place for socializing and making friends, that was certain. So Victor played along with them, only speaking when spoken too. And when he was spoken to he was always painfully polite to those around him, though there was always a smugness to him. It amused him how they thought him to be such a dangerous creature, when just a few months prior they considered him royalty. It is indeed funny how these things change so quickly. Then a few more weeks passed in a hazy blur, and if Victor recalled it was a Wednesday when he received the news of a visitor come to see him. He was indeed pleasantly surprised to hear that said visitor was his wife, he hadn't expect to see her much after this...he heard she was quite devastated over the death of their daughter and of course he didn't blame her. Victor would be lying if he said Natalie's death didn't bother him, because it did...it wracked him with guilt. He didn't mean for his daughter to die, yes he may have manipulated her into doing as he wished but he had to admit having her go Strigoi was too far, even if he had planned to restore her back to her normal Moroi form after they had successfully escaped the academy. Time to seemed to go slower with each step Victor took towards the visiting room,  he didn't know what state he would find his wife in. She had always been very tolerant to his darker side of things, it was something they could be open about with one another, something they both understood for his wife had a darker side to herself as well, which caused them to get along famously when together. Though Natalie had been their pride and joy, they had tried so hard for a child for so many years, they were almost lead to believe his wife was infertile. Though soon after Natalie was conceived Victor was diagnosed with Sandovsky's Syndrome, which was proved to be the reason why it was so hard to get his wife with child. So to them Natalie was their miracle, and she had made his wife so very happy. And now her happiness was gone. Once they finally reached the visiting room Victor's jade green eyes shifted across the room as they fixed themselves on his distraught wife. She was lovely as ever of course,  her long wavy black hair was pulled into a bun, and her jade green eyes were wet and red with tears. When her eyes finally connected with his, Victor could see she was less than happy to see him and he didn't blame her. If he was to be honest, such a reaction from his wife left him a little heartbroken, he was use to looks of such love each time they were together...but it seemed as if that was long gone now, for her at least. "Irina, my darling." Victor said in a low tone as he strode towards the table she was seated at. "Victor." she said bitterly, her voice cracking ever so slightly. As Victor pulled out a chair the best he could with cuffed hands, he slowly lowered himself into the white uncomfortable plastic seat across from his sweet wife, folding his hands on the table in front of him as he looked at her with such intensity it seemed as if he was to bore a hole right through her. "You look lovely as usu-" "Stop it, Victor." Irina said bitterly as she glared at her husband. "Stop trying to sugar coat everything with pleasantries, I'm done with playing." she whispered as she shook her head, a few stray hairs falling in her lovely pale face. "Irina, my sweet." Victor said softly as he slowly reaching over towards her hand, causing the guardian's behind her to take a step forward. Victor found it ridiculous, he obviously wasn't going to harm his wife...he was merely trying to give her comfort as any husband should. But then again, why would they believe his intentions? He did have his daughter turn Strigoi. "Please, my darling. You must believe me, Natalie's death...was never intended." "Then what was intended?" Irina snapped, moving her hands away from her husband's touch. "To escape from the academy, of course." Victor said slowly, moving his hands away from his wife's. "You understood the importance of apprehending the princess, she was the only one who could heal me." he said in a stern tone, leaning back into his seat. "With my Sandovsky's Syndrome cured, our family could be thrown back into contention for the throne. Think of all the changes I could make as king, my love." "A stupid throne isn't worth the life of our daughter, Victor." she growled, her full lips twitching up into a sneer which revealed her fangs. "You had promised me you wouldn't involve Natalie!" she snapped, her strained voice echoing through the visiting room. "It was no fault of mine, Natalie wanted to assist me." Victor said quickly, ready to defend himself. "Her plans were brilliant, her aid moved me further in our plan. I would have been a fool not to take her advice." he said simply, as if he assumed she would merely take that for an answer. Irina's full lips fell into a frown as she looked into the eyes of her husband, the eyes of a man she once loved dearly. Though Victor was that man no more, she hardly knew him anymore. The Victor she knew wouldn't have sacrificed the life of their daughter for something so selfish. The man staring back at her, was not her husband anymore. "She was only a child, and you let her die." Irina whispered, tears spilling from her eyes and trickling down her porcelain cheek. "As I have said before, her death was never intended. After I was freed, I was going to take her to Robert. He could have saved her, you witnessed him restore Moroi before, you know it can be done." Victor said in a low tone. Victor held all his hope in Robert, he knew his brother would understand and ask no questions. He knew he would have restored Natalie without a second thought, because he held trust in Victor and his motives. "You're a fool, Victor." she whispered, shaking her head the tears still fresh upon her cheeks. "You act like you have everything under control, when you don't! I thought you were a better man than this, but I was mistaken. You're not a man, you're a monster."  she spat. "The world cannot exist without monsters, Irina."  Victor said coolly. It would be a lie if Victor said his wife's harsh words did not hurt him, but he knew his wife would not listen to reason. He had gone too far this time, and his actions would lead him down a dark path in which his wife would not follow. She was right, he was a fool... he should have never involved Natalie in any of this. Irina was right about every thing. Though Victor could not bring himself to admit to that, what good would it do anyway? It wouldn't make her happy, nor would it make up for what he had done. So he denied her words, he knew their marriage was now too far gone to be fixed. "I'm done, Victor." Irina said bitterly, standing to her feet as the chair scooted out behind her, its metal legs screeching against the floor. Victor let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, he knew this would be the last time he ever saw her. He loved her deeply still despite her strong hatred for him. He would always love her, until his last breath in this world. She was the only woman that he loved. Though as she moved on with her life, her hate for him building, he would have the fond memories of their marriage and their life. Fond memories he will carry with him through his darkest of days. No matter how much he would change, his memories would not fade. "I love you, Irina. Please do not forget that." Victor said softly, his features completely relaxed. "And I loved our Natalie as well, I always will." Though before he could blink Irina's hand made contact with his face accompanied with a sharp stinging pain in his cheek. His cuffed hands slowly moved up to his cheek, as he placed his hand on the red mark now forming upon his flesh. He deserved that, but he made no comment. She could hit him all she liked if it made her feel better. "I hate you." she growled, her delicate body shaking in anger. "I hate you! You are no husband of mine, you can stay here and rot for all I care." she snarled, turning sharply on her heel as she made her way towards the door. Her words seemed to not have phased Victor as he watched her, though deep down his heart had slit in two completely. His wife, his Queen...wished for him to rot here in this prison. He never thought his marriage could turn into such a hateful thing, though here it was crumbling right before his very eyes and oddly he felt as if the wound would not sting for so long. Eventually, he will be free of this place, and she will crawl back to him. Its not like she could divorce him, what would entire Moroi society think? Royalty did not divorce, no matter the crime of the spouse. To divorce would be an embarrassment. So, he merely sat there and allowed her to leave without a care in the world. She belonged to him, whether she liked it or not. As the white door swung shut, Victor slowly stood from his uncomfortable plastic chair, his cuffs clinking together as he moved. His jade green eyes then shifted over towards the guardians that were appointed to him, his lips forming a smug smile. "Shall you gentlemen escort me back to my cell? I would really like to continue with my reading." he said softly, as if what had just happened never occurred. The two guardian's shared a questioning look, though they merely shook their heads and grabbed Victor by the arm to escort him back to his barren cell. As they made their way back to his lovely new room, his lips twitched up into a smirk. Deep down Victor knew a turn of events were to occur, he would not be staying here long. Sooner or later someone would come for him, may it be Robert or someone else. The Dashkov family had supporters around the globe, surely he wouldn't be left here to rot. He would soon be free, and he will take the throne just as he was meant to. Luckily Victor was a very patient man, he could wait. Very soon the world will see what a monster he could be when it came to the things he wanted, which he always received. We live in a world where the Boogeymen are real. 

CHAPTER ONE  The Smuggler Corellia - Part I Four years later. After leaving the Order of the Jedi, Ma'Khina had sold Master Jemrin`s ship and bought a new one - a light freighter of the XS Stock-Class. A perfect ship for a smuggler, with hidden compartments and a few weapons. But the most important fact on this ship was, how fast and maneuverable it was. She replaced her lightsabers with a blaster and lived now the life of a criminal - still keeping the Jedi code in mind, following it. But life wasn`t just black or white. Someone couldn`t always just decide out of the fact to do what is right. Often enough the young Twi`lek had to do things, which followed her in her nightmares in order to survive or in order to do what she thought was right. Was it right to bring the life of hundreds of soldiers into danger, just for saving the life of maybe twenty? `Sometimes doing the wrong thing brings us back to the right way` did Master Jemrin say whenever his Padawan has done any mistakes. Now, that she was sitting in the cockpit of the `Lost Hope`, on her way to Corellia, she remembered those wise words again. Life wasn`t always just black or right. It was grey in many situations and too often it was covered in red.   Sitting in the cockpit of the ``Lost Hope`` a deep sigh escaped the young Twi`lek, her gaze wandering over the consoles which showed the actual sensor data. This didn`t look good. ``T7, two minutes before we jump out of the hyperdrive. Prepare the weapons`` she was serious and the tone in her words made clear, that she didn`t accept any ifs and buts. The small astromech whistled nervously and rolled to the back of the ship. Was he nervous? Frightened? Maybe he was. To be honest, Ma'Khina was nervous herself. But this wasn`t the right moment for feelings or worries. Each second they would arrive at Corellia.. and fly directly into a wall of imperial starfighters. Corellia, the capital planet in the Corellian System, was under imperial siege, no ship got in or out. With this in mind, Ma`Khina was trying the impossible. But her freight was important. Medical supplies and food for the poor souls, who were trying to survive in the middle of this war. And some weapons for those who wanted to fight back the Empire. The last time she had visited Corellia had been in her time as a Padawan and the Twi`lek still remembered some of the faces she had met in her time there. Knowing that they lived a life in pain and suffer since the Empire was there, was just cruel and Ma`Khina needed to do anything to change that. There is no emotion.. There is peace! Another deep breath was inhaled and the blue skinned woman straightened her back, rolling her shoulders to wake up her muscles. Her gaze wandered from her sensor data up to the big window in front of her. Each moment they would jump out of the hyperdrive. A soft tingle in the back of her mind tried to attract her attention. The force. Was it a warning? Was it a sign, how stupid her idea was at all? Or was it an offer to help her through this rough situation? Whatever it was, Ma`Khina ignored it. Instead she just shoved the tingle away and turned her full concentration into the situation. Her hands gripped tightly the helm of the freighter. From the back of the ship came the soft whistle of a scared astromech, telling her that he was in position and that the weapons were activated. ``Don`t worry, T7.. no one of us will die today..`` at least.. that was what she hoped. The ``Lost Hope`` jumped out of the hyperdrive - a bit too close to the enemy. Three gigantic Dreadnoughts of the Harrower-class filled her window. No time for some staring. Without any hesitation she jerked the helm to the side and the light freighter flew a curve to the right, avoiding to fly into one of the much bigger starships. ``Unidentified spaceship, stop your engines and identify yourself!`` ``How about `No`?`` keeping her communication system still offline, Ma`Khina only spoke to herself. Giving more thrust into the engines she jerked the helm back to the other side, flying directly back towards the Dreadnoughts. Of course they wouldn`t just draw aside. This wasn`t a game about who was the bravest. If Ma`Khina crashed into one of those colossus, the `Lost Hope` would just explode and the starfighter wouldn`t even care about it. Some scratches in the paint maybe, that would be all.  `Let`s hope that the shields work` That thought just crossed her mind as the imperial ship started to fire. Pushing the helm from one side to the other she was able to swerve most of the shots. But each shot that hit the freighter hurt Ma`Khina literally. ``Why does they always have to shoot?`` asking herself through clenched teeth she pulled the helm back, tilting the nose of her freighter upwards to guide the freighter over the starfighter. It was one thing when they shot at the freighter, but another thing when they shot at their own ship. Navigating her spaceship over the body of the Dreadnought she flew a dipsy-doodle to swerve the steady fire on her ship. ``You could start shooting finally, T7!`` the Twi`lek shouted over her shoulder, keeping her concentration onto her systems and the flying. The eyes of the Twi'lek widened as a half dozen of S 12 Blackbolts flew directly towards her ship, all of them faster and more agile as Ma`Khina's ship. Sweat pearled on her forehead as she collected her concentration. A tingle in her right hand and she jerked the helm to the left. The spaceship flew a sharp curve, only a few parsecs away of the fighters. Of course, they followed her. ``T7, six scouts right behind us! Show them how tough we really are!`` There came a whistle from the back of the ship and Ma`Khina couldn`t resist but smiled. Sometimes.. just sometimes.. this small astromech sounded exactly like Master Jemrin. He would have said the same to her. More imperial scouts crossed her way and with a deep sigh the blue female pushed some buttons on the console in front of her. ``Sure.. why not. Every time you think it can`t be worst, it becomes worst`` she cursed under her breath and activated the front weapons and gave more energy into the shields. With her thumbs she pushed the buttons on the helm. Luckily she could shoot two of the scouts into a bright explosion.  ``Unidentified ship. Here speaks Darth Malgus. The fun is over. Turn off your engines and give up finally!`` An ice cold shiver ran down the spine of the young Twi'lek as she heard the muffled voice through the speakers in her cockpit. Darth Malgus. She knew that name. She knew it much better as she wanted to know it. Only ten years ago he was rushed over Coruscant like a hurricane. In one big attack he had destroyed the Jedi Temple and killed hundreds of Jedis and citizens of the Republic, including six members of the Jedi High Council and the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Ma`Khina was ten years old when it happened and had just started her education as a Padawan. On the day when the Jedi Temple had been attacked, she had been on Ryloth with Master Jemrin. Lightyears had been between them and the Jedis who died on that day, but they felt each of their deaths painfully strong in their minds. The Twi`lek still remembered how much she had cried in that night, letting her feelings flow for the first time in her life. Most of the Jedis and the Younglings, had been her friends. One of them.. a Togruta in her age.. had been her best friend. The girl she had shared her room with. Andrana. A wonderful young girl, so lively and funny. A bit clumsy with the use of the force but still.. the best friend Ma`Khina could have imagined in her life. The young face of that lovely Togruta suddenly appeared before Ma`Khina`s inner eye. Always a gentle smile on her lips. No matter what had happened. This girl couldn`t move a rock with the force, but she could move someone`s heart just with her smile. The soft tingle in the back of her mind grew suddenly stronger and pulled the blue skinned Twi`lek out of her memories and back into reality. She gasped surprised as she saw those 15 scouts flying straight towards her. ``Karabast!`` A loud curse escaped her soft reddish lips and she moved the helm of the freighter to the right. Flying a big loop she tried to avoid a crash into even one of the S 12 Blackbolts. The console in front of her gave a long alerting bleep and with panic she turned her gaze onto it. ``No.. No no no no!!``The tingle in the back of her mind grew stronger and almost tugged on her nerves. ``T7, stop firing back! We have problems with the-`` A loud explosion right next to her broke her sentence. Throwing her arms up, she covered her head from flying fragments. A fire broke out at the console, but Ma`Khina had no hand free to douse it. Feeling the heat of the fire against the soft skin of her left arm, she concentrated on flying her freighter. ``I need a bigger crew or more droids..`` she muttered to herself, swerving her spaceship between all those laser-shots while the fire grew bigger. ``T7!! I have problems here! Stop shooting and come into the cockpit!`` the Twi`lek shouted over her shoulder, in hope her little friend was still there. Her sensors showed that the `Lost Hope` was already pretty damaged, but they still had a chance to get to Corellia. Maybe not in one piece, but at least they would bring their freight to those who need it the most. With a whistle the small astromech rolled into the cockpit and started to douse the fire. A deep sigh of relief escaped her and a soft smile curled up on Ma`Khina`s lips. Her friend was still alive and took care about the systems. But there were still twelve S 12 Blackbolts on their rear. No need to mention, that the Dreadnoughts were also firing onto the little freighter. Bluish blood ran slowly down her left arm. Fragments from the explosion had cut into her arm and caused wounds of different sizes. The Twi`lek ignored the pain in her arm and activated the communication system. ``Here speaks the unidentified ship: shut your mouth!`` she didn`t wait for an answer. Instead she deactivated the communication system and the speakers. Taking a deep breath she gave more thrust into the engines and the freighter jumped forward. Knowing her starship by heart she didn`t even need to look down as she pushed a few buttons on her console and programmed the control of the rear weapons to her console. But when her finger slipped off a button she looked surprised down. Surprise covered her face as she found her own blue blood on the console. ``..we all have to pay our prize for freedom..`` she muttered thoughtfully. Words her Master had told her a very long time ago. Only a few days before his death. Slowly she lifted her gaze up to the window again. Corellia. No Dreadnoughts or Scouts ahead of them. Just the blue planet. They were close. They still had a chance to get out of this alive. But they couldn`t land as long those scouts were still behind them. A heavy jerk ran through the ship suddenly as something in the back exploded. ``..ugh..STOP SHOOTING! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP!`` Of course nobody except of her astromech could hear her, no matter how loud she screamed. But she just had to let her frustration out for a moment. With a few deep beeps did T7 rolled out of the cockpit again and to the back of the ship. Obviously wanting to take care of whatever just exploded. Ma`Khina didn`t look down onto her console anymore. There were more red lights and bad news than anything else at the moment. ``I hate doing this..but you guys don`t give me any other choice`` saying this she sighed again. With the push on a few buttons on the console to her right she opened one of her cargo areas and her old hyperdrive floated out into space together with a few other ship parts she had replaced before this mission. Her eyes were glued onto the sensor data her computer spitted out. The hyperdrive hit one of the S 12 Blackbolts and damaged it. This was the moment when she shot, aiming at her old propulsion system. Next she saw was a big explosion. A sigh of relief escaped her. Eight of the scouts were down. Four would be easily to handle. Giving full speed she navigated directly to Corellia and activated the communication system again. ``Here speaks Captain Ma`Khina from the Lost Hope. I`m through the barricade and head towards Bela Vistal. Four S 12 Blackbolts are still right behind me. I request help at the landing!`` Major Julan Tr�s here. I can hear you, Captain Ma`Khina. Help will come as requested. It is good to hear you, Captain!`` Those were great news and a soft smile curled up on Ma`Khina`s soft lips. Now she just needed to enter the atmosphere of Corellia and help would show up directly. Another explosion vibrated through the small ship. Those scouts had some really good pilots. Some who could actually aim before they shoot. Finally the nose of the `Lost Hope` broke through the atmosphere of Corellia, but the freighter didn`t become slower. Sweat ran down into her eyes and her breath grew faster. A slight dizziness filled her mind suddenly. Was it relief? Or was it just the loss of her blood? She didn`t care. Just a few more moments and they would be safe and the freight would be in good hands. Who cared what happened afterwards? She would just take a long bath in a bacta tank to regain energy for the flight back. The high houses of Bela Vistal appeared on her window and she smiled. Three corellian scouts passed by and next the Twi`lek saw on her sensors was, how the last four S 12 Blackbolts exploded in the blue sky. ``..safe..I can`t believe it!`` she muttered and tried to slow down the engines. The systems didn`t react. ``T7! We can`t land with that speed!`` she listened into the back but didn`t got any answer. ``T7??!!!`` No reaction. And no time for any worries. The ground of the planet became closer much too fast. ``Lost Hope, you`re much too fast. Take back some speed!`` ``What do you think I`m trying here?` Ma`Khina muttered. No matter what she did, the systems didn`t react anymore. Ma`Khina took a deep breath. Filling her lungs with life one more time. Maybe her last time. Lifting her right hand she checked if the belt was holding her tightly. The ground grew closer. The Twi`lek closed her eyes. A heavy jolt ran through the ship as the nose of the `Lost Hope` crashed into the ground. Trees fell down. Brown earth welled up and exploded into all directions. The Twi`lek jerked forward and hit her head against the helm. And lost consciousness.  

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       Mulan--?          |Aden--Lenne   |Eve--Ghost Heart (never married, Eve)  |Alex-- Elizabeth (died when Juliet was young)  |Juliet                Keira                   |        Noah----Naiya

Whitney had lived in New York for her entire life. She was born in Paris, but her parents were American citizens, and had secured dual citizenship for their only daughter weeks after her birth.  They had moved back to the city when Whitney was only a baby, at her grandmother's insistence. In fact, she had threatened to cut Whitney's mother off if she didn't "return her darling granddaughter to her true home." Because she wasn't old enough to remember those first few months of her life, Whitney considered herself a true New Yorker.  She loved the city, and everything it offered. She loved the privilege, and even the stereotypes. It was in her blood, in her heart, and in her mind. Still, after graduation, Whitney had briefly entertained the notion of leaving forever. Her parents were dead, her grandmother had turned into a total tyrant, and she craved an escape from the burden of being a Collins. So she planned to move to Los Vegas, a city her grandmother had pledged to avoid at any costs. It wasn't that she hated her family, exactly. Her parents were dead, and she missed them terribly. Her grandmother loved her dearly, but that was also part of the problem. Whitney, at a mere twenty one years old, believed that freedom was truly her best option. And Vegas was her top choice. Her first day there after graduation had only cemented her decision. Life was entertaining at every moment, and everything about the city screamed opportunity. A few weeks in, however, everything changed.It started with a drink. Whitney had gotten drunk one night and met a handsome stranger in the most expensive bar in Vegas.  They had slept together, and, at some point that night, signed a marriage certificate. It was only when Whitney had sobered up that she realized what she had done, and she had quickly called her grandmother in tears. Naturally, rather than avoid the scandal, Nana Collins had paid him off, and the annulment was secured.  Whitney moved back to New York, per her agreement with her grandmother, and trained to take over Coach upon the old woman's death. That was the biggest move of her life. It was also her deepest, darkest secret. As far as anyone outside of her inner circle knew, Whitney had been in New York forever, and always would be.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obYmpDk8r0Ihttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obYmpDk8r0IRooted in Natural Orderby Nike part 3   Rooted in natural order, I would visit my sister Clair, we studied together with our brother Vita in the University of Marseilles for Criminology besides Political Science and other things, it was of my finest admiration the way she would clean a murder scene made by the Kane's.  We would go to events my father President of France and Marseilles Elite Alexander Kane would have from his little cycle, the Richest man in the world who wished to invest in immortality and donated the hard work of the rest of the world into something impossible to believe to the mortal's eye.  We dominated the greatest investment in History after War Strategies and The Nasa, The new generation of hybrids would be programmed with the ability to connect their minds and process all their intelligence. The richest man in the world, did not know we was Gods, it would be a fraud to let them know the very Illuminaty had empower year after years the World Order and Control, from Atlantis, The Pyramids, Moises, Jerusalem, Petra, Alexandria's Evolution and stop the counts with our bloody tendencies. We manipulated masses like charlatans of great importance for the best civilization to prevail, we supported the first, we survived after every Empire's Fall, building it again. Only God's knew, the Gods behind the mortals. We would seat and see the richest walk, one after the other and they had the courage to proclaim them selfs in the teeth of hostility and decisions to the lesser. By 2045, we would have the majority of investors growth into what Zelus, the competitive God who added the history of the highest tendencies history to rival for the best, he was working ahead in 2,132 year for Mars Planet. The Kingdom of Hell with NASA and some Russian Business wished to continue with the illegal contraband of organs for the bio sensors into the robots and maintain the left over skin tissue from this rich man who would pay more then their fortune and create greater wars, and fancier slaveries to the poor with higher pseudo freedom's like 2 weeks of pity vacation with the hotted masses.  However, we would watch them pass one by one as we salute them directly. It has work this way for Millenniums and will work this way for more, to the average psyches and minds, to who have just an anima to learn the program of Titan Nature, or our Titan Business Steps.  My sister Clair helped me to keep grounded psychologically and spiritually. All those business to transfer human beings into avatars till the last point was something I could not tell her directly, like if it was fine. Clair walked me out the routine, to take fresh air, we would relax and talk about boys, man, elder man, we would go out alone for mountain climbing away from our tortuous and machiavelli work. We would bring poetry books to our camp, study away from what our parents and Godly ancestor left us. She would tell me things like._"I have never Insulted sis." We would cuddle around the fire as the little Virgin girls we used to be hoping for tomorrows charming prince, we would wake up day after day out the highest pick in the Alps and just breath away the moderating recycling Era, come down the lake and cheer up like if nothing was happening around the Universe, we discovered our paradise and hardly blamed. _"You held them in your hands. How many other lives can we save?" She would tell such things when I was holding a fish in my hands, and we would laugh letting it slide down back to its nature.  She was always flexible and I was too. Away from my history and my family broad me to renew our sense in life, after on, she became a secret agent to assassinate conflictive attitudes in power. A hight class seductress to share classified information and trigger them into false dates. I had remain virgen to any dirty business  could not double up my finest point.  That day she had seeing everything, some how she knew there was all those transactions made her think she had all the track behind her as she followed. I need it to solve this line between for humanoids to filter down a system of believe, and hide her precedence as much as possible before she holds the trigger before mediating. One thing Clari could not understand with patient politeness and discretion, how the distance works in the Golf Field, the rich people would have just to be more powerful and perpetual to take more over the worlds and the future.  Clair had seeing the alarm that day and came from Marseilles, nest to me, she had seeing too how Giselle entered and took my little brother onto my aunt Terra and talked about Lil's Mission, it all happened in minutes, Terra had fusion her power with my little brother Pyro, hugging him, transforming him into the man, the man he was to be in the future, this future was revealed to me as the existence of his manifested with fires.  I was going to be standing in charge, inside his mind too. But as grown up he was he could not see me in the future. In this vision could listen to my self in shouts coming out a hollow vessel that had no resounds but to my own psychological state, involved with no escape, the acute anguish of my shouts frighten my awareness._"You can′t control me, is all a big lie, you cant hide away and use my Intelligence, my victorious love, my human nature, my divine immortality, is not my world of slavery." That unorthodox vision in the future had no religiousness. I had a program transferred into my vital intelligence who used to win in the behalf of my ones, was null with epidemic programs against the elder Greek God′s information into a public image who oppressed the ancient secrets of the Underworld and Dijjins of Arabia, the lesser power the more to them, a power to be just re-directed. I was a Ghost, a Ghost inside a machine and my protection for Pyro was more then anything for the Empire, but how? What Empire was that, what kind of Hell would Exist in such dividend? Terror did not exist, the chemical reactions persevere and under drugs of control, could sense bio-sensors too under my flesh, so powerless and hostage under such, that a retro spectrum broad me back wanting me not to loose my self and identity.   Was the fight here or then, was the Present, was the Past, was the Future? or was this constant debate rolling in alignment DNA information with time and space frequency from before the Pyramids and his Slaves, I was a freaky free matter ready to contribute to humanity. We Gods could hold the multiparallel spheres of the matrix torus movement."Brother!! Zelus!! Go to the Further Future for the Emperor of Atlantis and I will move to Nightwolf his Wife and Terra, Mars is now taken by the Kingdom of Hell." My Mother Styx then shouted to Terra to drop Pyro down, Zelus moved rapidly away as they foreground the action. I could see the enemies creations. "There be no comedy for the robot of Dante, I'm telling you." "Brother!! Vita follow Pyro and stay always behind him, I must go, Clair we will see what The Goddess of LCP Terra has with NW there."  Pyro returned to his child form bringing us back to the present away what Terra had Embrace from. It was not easy to talk to the burning eyes of a child and explain him with success, but I was Nike, so I had to do it, he had an extremely contagious and consummating ground, it trilled me but it was dangerous to be part of him, so little, in such little body such intensity and fever, he pulled me with wish to have him with me, to be consummate for him, to orbit around him. Seeing how Terra was melted away from him and relaxed, would curve down out of guard._"My little brother, you must run, there is no safety in here you are our last hope in our return. Mother will be there soon." He hugged our mother and vanished away with Vita's impulse. The science, the occultism, the necessary to offset these dangers was of no experimentation, would show some awareness of the issue, and of the ways in which it might be tackled, we Olympian brothers did not act in our own prescriptions, we came on terms with problems no one could handle adequately into the present century, constantly, again and again, coming eternally.  Facing the Journey for the days of the next hypnotism works, controlling minds, manipulate masses, how enterprises think together, was no ordinary task to transmit. I'll do anything to bake cookies at home with my brothers and sisters, see mom and dad relax along their investments with us, proudly. But, when the Momentum of the Implosive theory reveals everything we have worked for and suffered will role by it self.

Whitney's week had been as exhausting as it was frustrating.  Her daughter had contracted a small cold, and Whitney was exhausted just from commuting back and forth from Staten Island to her office. She missed her life in her penthouse, which was still empty. But she couldn't return. It wasn't safe.  One night, after a particularly infuriating meeting, Whitney returned home, checked her mailbox, and found only one thing inside. That in itself was odd. It seemed that no other mail had come for her, for the second time that week. Trying to brush away the suspicion, Whitney sighed and carried the letter upstairs. Dismissing the nanny for the night, Whitney checked on Ariel, who was fast asleep in her crib. The blonde poured herself a cup of coffee, drowning it in caramel creamer, and carried it and the letter to her room. Plopping onto her bed, she carefully opened the envelope, retrieving the paper within. She had only scanned the first few lines when the terror squeezed her throat and forced her stomach to the ground. She forced herself to keep reading, and had to read several times before she truly comprehended the words within."Hello, my love. I heard you recently moved away, and I found that quite curious for someone in your position.  How can a wife just up and leave her adoring husband, with not even a note? How many times must I tell you that the money you tried to pay me was simply not enough?  We tried to get the marriage annulled, but it seems the papers never made it through. One could call it fate, I would say.  I came to New York to find you, hoping to share a fresh start, a new life. But you keep running from me.  I am your loving husband, your most faithful servant, and you insist on breaking my heart and leaving me stranded.I can only blame it upon that night.  That night that I, admittedly, lost my cool with you. You know that I would never hurt you, regardless of what I said. Your little friend was in my way, and all I wanted was some alone time with my beautiful wife. It would drive any man mad.  I've been trying to find you for weeks, but you are quite skilled at hiding. I had to pay your old door man, who is anything but cheap.  I will be over in the morning to visit. I do love you, Whitney. Nothing can tear us apart. No one can ruin what we have. And no amount of money will ever make me leave your side.  Who cares how we did it? We said I do, and that's what matters. Goodnight, my love. Yours truly, me."Something resembling a strangled whimper escaped Whitney's throat. She threw the letter on the bed as if it were on fire. He would be here in the morning. That couldn't mean here, here, could it? But a quick glance at her address on the envelope confirmed that much. Whitney, unable to think of a more logical option, jumped up from her bed, darted into her closet, and started packing. She had to get out of here. Surely there was a trip to Paris tonight.

I will break this down as simply as possible. I am not James Buchanan Barnes/the Winter Soldier or Sebastian Stan. If you believe that this is real, I suggest that you seek immediate psychiatric evaluation, possibly medication. Oh, I am an asshole however.There will be adult/mature themes woven throughout my writing. If at all possible, I will include trigger warnings for violence ect. If these things offend you, you're in the wrong place. On the rare occasions that I speak out of character you will note // before each posting. Failure for those symbols or something similar will indicate posting as in character and treated as such. I am primarily a multi paragraph writer. Sometimes I delve into the world of novella, normally when writing a starter, but I do not expect nearly as much in return. Quality over quantity. I have a strict LI policy. If I believe that you are underage, there is no way in hell that I am going to write anything that could be considered smut with you. As I have no way to accurately gather your actual age, other than point blank asking you; at which point you can lie, I'm going to gauge your maturity. And trust me, I'm rarely wrong.Owing to the time period that Bucky was born in, he has antiquated notions about homosexuality. It is NOT not be considered homophobic, he is just deeply confused owing to his training. I will not tolerate out of character drama. I don't care who you like, hate, want to fuck ect. Do not bring me into the middle of your petty squabbles, because I will drop you faster than Thor drops his hammer. Are we clear? Wonderful.

Dime por qu� lloras De felicidad Y por qu� te ahogas Por la soledad Di por qu� me tomas, fuerte as�, mis manos Y tus pensamientos te van llevando Yo te quiero tanto Y por qu� ser� Loco testarudo No lo dudes m�s Aunque en el futuro Haya un muro enorme Yo no tengo miedo Quiero enamorarme No me ames Porque pienses que Parezco diferente �T� no piensas que es lo justo Ver pasar el tiempo juntos? No me ames Que comprendo la mentira que ser�a Si tu amor no merezco No me ames Mas qu�date otro d�a No me ames Porque estoy perdido Porque cambi� el mundo Porque es el destino Porque no se puede Somos un espejo Y t� as� ser�as lo que yo de m� reflejo No me ames Para estar muriendo Dentro de una guerra llena de arrepentimientos No me ames Para estar en tierra Quiero alzar el vuelo con tu gran amor Por el azul del cielo No s� qu� decirte Esa es la verdad Si la gente quiere Sabe lastimar T� y yo partiremos Ellos no se mueven Pero en este cielo, sola no me dejes No me dejes, no me dejes No me escuches si te digo "No me ames" No me dejes No desarmes mi coraz�n con ese "No me ames" No me ames, te lo ruego Mi amargura, d�jame Sabes bien, que no puedo, que es in�til Que siempre te amar� No me ames Pues te har� sufrir Con este coraz�n Que se llen� de mil inviernos No me ames Para as� olvidarte de tus d�as grises Quiero que me ames, s�lo por amarme No me ames T� y yo volaremos uno con el otro Y seguiremos siempre juntos Este amor es como el sol que sale tras de la tormenta Como dos cometas en la misma estela No me ames No, no me ames No me ames

Spencer Hastings, from Pretty Little Liars, is Whitney's spirit animal.  They both have colorful pasts that they are less than proud of. They are both perfectionists who value hard work and intelligence. They share a similar style, employing both preppy and professional looks. And they both value those close to them. Their leadership abilities are endless.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uhr5Ah4fpU

Raising her eyebrows in mock disgust, Priscilla laughed, resting a hand on the stairwell beside her. It was cold to touch, the melting snow making it even colder but her gloved hands felt none of it as the rosy glow in her cheeks spread further. Her eyes were dancing as golden peals of laughter echoed around the empty courtyard. "I cannot say I truly remember the last time I actually laughed like this..." She mused, her free hand delicately lifting a blonde curl away from her face. There was a snake like charm about the smile upon her lips, as though she was assessing her prey, making certain that they would be worth the taste before she took a bite. His face was pale, his eyes dark but the pinched look on his face said that he was feeling the cold, but willing to wait it out a little longer for a little more time with Miss Mulciber herself. She was alone, after all, she was rarely if ever alone.Her free hand fell away from her golden tresses to rest on the covered arm of the dark haired boy beside her-he was still only a boy, after all. His eyes said that her touch felt like ice, even though she was shrouded by warmth. His eyes warmed to her though, almost like chocolate melting after being left out in the sun on a warm sunny afternoon. He ached for her touch but it was something that he would never, ever admit to. It he admitted to it, it would mean that she would win. He knew better, too, she was not his to touch. To seek out. She belonged to someone else, betrothed to someone who did not deserve her, but there was no doubt in his mind that it would happen. The joining of two powerful families would leave him without her by his side, even if it was just her comforting words when there was no one else around. He had never dared to say that he cared about her as more than that, knowing that the wrath that he would face would be too much for him, but that did not mean that he was oblivious to her. There was no one like Priscilla Mulciber. Golden haired pureblood perfection all wrapped up in one tiny package. She wasn't exactly tiny though, Priscilla was larger than life."You should be careful..." The words lingered in the air for he wasn't quite sure what it was that he was trying to warn her about. Was it a warning? Did she need to know? Was she in danger? The thoughts all seemed to melt into one as he stared at her, forgetting that she did not belong to him anymore than Lily did. "Severus, careful isn't in my vocabulary." The husky undertone of her voice gave way to his imagination, his eyes frighteningly bright, wondering vaguely if she was alluding to something. Could she possibly want more from him after all these years? He had constantly lived in the shadow of others, constantly standing dutifully behind whilst all the lovely souls seemed doomed to be forgotten. Priscilla wasn't lovely, nor would she ever be forgotten, especially not by him. He was not about to play into her games though. He knew what she was doing, knew why she had cornered him, asked him to go for a walk with her. It wasn't just because she wanted the company, she was as comfortable on her own in the middle of the common room as he was, and she certainly was not lonely. She was plotting, and a scorned woman was not one that he wanted to cross."Don't drag me into your little games, Priss, please do not insult me like that. I'm a human, not a toy." There was a pleading tone in his voice, the gentle whisper of it lingering in the cold as though frozen in the air between them. Priscilla froze, jerking her hand away from his arm, a fire roared behind her eyes as she placed her hand upon her hip. "You think this is a game?" Her words were low, dangerously low and he ached to take them back, to wish that he had never spoken. She could calm a storm, but when she wanted to she could turn a spark into an inferno. "I'm insulted to think that you would find me capable of that." She turned on the haughty charm, a slight tilt of her head showed that she was not amused at being discovered, her words meaning nothing to Severus as they came to a crashing halt between them. "If it is not a game then kiss me."The fire that burned in her eyes seemed brighter for a moment, flickering in every corner of the courtyard as though searching, always searching for the attention of someone else. The indecision was written all over her face, her eyes glaringly bright as she stared straight ahead at him. Priscilla knew that kissing him would keep her game alive, keep the chances of making him jealous far more real, but she could not live with the thought. Could not live with the idea of kissing Severus Snape. "You can't do it, can you...?" His whispered words seemed louder than ever to Priss and she wished that she could tell him that she could, if only to keep the game together, but she could not. Her fingers itched, her eyes widened and before she knew what she was doing, she snapped. Leaning forward, Priscilla pressed her lips to his own, her tongue snaking through his lips momentarily before she pulled back, a satisfied grin on her face. "I don't know what game you're talking about..." The words lingered in the air between them, his face flushed, her own seemed brighter than normal, but nothing like his own. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Priscilla winked at him, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.Taking a step back from him, Priscilla span on her heel and made her way across the courtyard, immense satisfaction mixing with the sinking feeling in her stomach. It wasn't that she was worried that Severus would develop feelings for her, it was as far from her thoughts as she could possibly get, she would have laughed had he ever said that he had feelings for her. A shadow fell over her from the distance and as she looked up, his face glared at her in the distance. "What's the matter, Regulus? Afraid of losing me...now?"