Mary Jones
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“It is you who has pushed this so forcefully,” Father said as he looked down on me from where he reclined on his throne while fanned him. “So it is you who will carry the burden of arranging it Hemere. To think I had once thought you to be without ambition, I suppose that shows that not even a descendant of the gods is above being confounded by their daughters.” “Of course Great Father,” I was kneeling before him as was usual when I was summoned. Only the , the , and…-
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Darkness and a feeling of eternity, then warmth and pressure and then light. My emotions are overwhelming and I don’t try to stop them, crying as a woman pulls me away. Unlike last time, the worried voices do not stop and people are rushing around in confusion. My first surprise didn’t make much of a dent in my emotions, it was hard to care about the screen in front of me. Even if I had cared all that much, I wasn’t given much time to do so, as I was hastily put into my new…
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Civil wars are naturally horrible. With all of the normal pain of war mixed with the worst of family fighting and all of it taking place on home soil. No matter who wins, everyone suffers. But this world of Classes and Skills exacerbates this. I had always found stealth in games to be amusing. A half-human, half-robot, cyborg hiding behind a barrel barely big enough for him to crouch behind? Yeah, anyone would spot something that out of place in a second. And if a security guards sees a…
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Turns out that I was utterly wrong. The rest of Cat’s debut went swimmingly, with even Charleon failing to be enough of a pest for me to justify stabbing him. We had left a little before midnight, with the same - I double checked - taking the carriage back to House Felius. I was almost considering writing the whole thing off as some kind of bizarre mistake when my started to tingle. The street was dark, but the shadows What I did know was that the was a last line of…
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Focusing on my breathing became easier after Ann taught me the Skill; it helped to calm my nerves and keep me focused as I sat in front of the mirror. A proper sat calmly and did not twitch or fidget, even when they were in private with their personal servants. It was just that doing nothing was so My debut at Summer Solstice Ball was in an hour, and there was nothing I could do to prepare for it! Which wasn’t to say I wasn’t “Perhaps you might make some friends…
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Vurden is larger than I thought it would be. I suppose, prior to now, I hadn’t really thought about it much, but the image I had in my head of medieval cities was much smaller than this. Of course, I say that like I have even seen a fraction of the city; we’ve just walked down a street. Verdun’s main street, which was - to my great delight - paved. With cobblestones, true, but that is at least something. Finally, I was free of our home! For a certain value of free,…
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In the grand scheme of things, my kidnapping didn’t last much longer than a day, and in some ways it wasn’t a large thing. However, the trauma was a much larger thing and I don’t think my family has ever recovered from it. Mother and my brother found themselves having nightmares, Father seemed to withdraw from socializing with his neighbors and friends as much, and I found myself irrationally afraid of men I didn’t know. Even having a good idea of what was going on in my head, knowing that…
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I had my head knocked against the carriage floor when I was tossed in, so I was a bit out of it when my kidnapper entered in after me and the carriage started moving. Thankfully, I wasn’t knocked out, but my head wasn’t exactly clear at first. Which was why I didn’t notice that there was another man in the car, even with my kidnapper talking to him. “I thought you were going to grab the boy?” “Does it matter? She was outside and far easier to grab.” My kidnapper replied…
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I think I would have let myself die in my first few months if it wasn’t for my new Mother. I didn’t scream and cry past that first day; I had never known that it was possible to have so much grief that I didn’t even have the energy to form tears. So much grief that I couldn’t feel hunger. So much grief that I was hardly even aware of where I was. Just grey, cloying, sadness consuming everything. But I couldn’t do that to Mother. Whatever happened to me, it wasn’t her fault. If I…
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What is the difference between a hallucination and a delusion? Since this perverted peeping podium (ha, alliteration) took my clothes, I couldn’t exactly look it up. Still, I could only imagine that being able to feel my hand on the oddly warm, black marble-like podium, as well as the cool, white marble-like floor beneath my bare feet was not a good sign of my mental health. It didn’t help that I was staring at a floating box that was labeling itself as the “Incarnator Menu,” after…
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