"Oh God. What have I done?" I exclaim as my one and only daughter gasps for a breath she will never get again, due to the gaping hole I put in her chest.

As autumn changed to winter, the kingdom held an uncertain air, as higher ups pondered what to do with the three eggs.

Some wanted to destroy the third egg. to bring things to normal.

The Ecclesiarch opposed it, reminding of the time when the townsfolk slew the blue dragon in hopes of getting only good fortune, resulting in tragedy as pestilence spread from the royal homesteads to the Commoners quarters.

This began a great rift between in kingdom, some people joking that it was most likely the Blue dragon who would emerge victorious.

Upon hearing that the eggs were cracking open, the people gathered again, wondering what was to happen.

The first dragon to come out was not Blue or Red, but Purple, then Blue and Red.

People was shocked at the purple dragon, who looked at its siblings with almost a sense of worry.

Both the Red and Blue dragons began to prepare to fight, as their brothers and sisters did.

Kayla, once again near the dragon hearth looked as the both the blue and red dragon gained cuts and bruises.

The Crowd stopped midchew as they saw the Purple dragon headbutted both dragon.

"What the..." Chris, who had come again to see the conclusion said.

The Purple dragon grunted at both the dragons, who while looking still a bit disagreeable, eventually warmed up to each other, nuzzling each other.

With two happy chirps aimed at the crowd, and at a certain couple, the purple dragon glided into the sky, the blue and red dragons following just past it.

The people simply walked away, shocked into silence by the events, a member of the ecclesiarch noting it, down

"I pray that it shall not be a sign of omens to come" The ecesic said as he closed the book of records.

The first few years passed with no events, the people still unsure what to make of it, no other dragon to give them any prediction

As five years past, and no change occurred in their kingdom, the people began to treat the dragons as little more than a tourist attraction, and

After ten years, a rival kingdom and they, both who had sour relations and often fought against each other, had begun to fight again.

The Hemsworths were in red to symbolize victory, and The Lisswiths in blue to terrify the Hemsworth and capitalize on the tale of the two dragons.

After 15 years, while the war was still in a standstill, the Princess of the Hemsworth kingdom, and the Prince of the Lisswiths kingdom had fallen in love secretly, being friends long before, their love driving them to try and deescalate the war.

Even with a year of their love being known, the kingdoms refused to stop fighting.

Finally the two decided to secede the line of succession as a last resort, dealing both kingdoms a heavy blow, as both had no other heir, and finally, though begrudgingly, forced them to settle their differences.

As the two got married, the two kingdoms eventually became allies.

Two years later, they bore a child with purple eyes, who they named Veridian.

Veridian grew into a fine lady with long hair the colour of oak like her mother, and wavy, like her father's.

Veridian grew to lead both kingdoms well and fair, bringing success and fame to both, eventually uniting them under one purple banner, and as the kingdom of Hemsworth-Lisswith.

It was only then did the people understand what the Purple dragon meant.

It did not mean and end of the cycle of blessing and curses.

It was a sign of unity, two kingdoms who had always fought one another, to finally be united under one great banner.

The kingdom held its breath as it waited for the dragon to emerge from the cavern

Kayla was seated next to her friend Chris, feeling rather pleased that she had managed to get a seat near the cavern, even more so by her own effort.

"I still don't get what this is all about?" he asked her, refreshed after traveling from far away

"You've come from far away, so of course you would not know of the story" she said as she twiddled with her straight brown hair".

With a blow of horns, one of the priest approached the edge of the stage, and began to tell the tale. Kayla bumped her friend in the shoulder to get his attention

"Long before this was a great kingdom, The capital of Hemsworth was little more than a simple town."

"One day a great dragon came to our town and as there was no cavern or cave for her to nest in, The great Cavern that was in our town center, which was our shelter in the early days of our founding was made into a nest for her, out of fear, and out of our undying respect”

"With that she laid two eggs, and left them to be, as is with a Skandar dragon"

"In the summer, two dragons were born from the eggs, one Blue, one Red"

"As Skandar Dragons, they began to fight, and though through tooth and nail, the red dragon slew it's brother and flew away"

Most people began to worry as even though it was now nearing the afternoon, the dragon had not yet left the cavern, their worries as mumblings in the crowd

"That year was a great boon for the our town, as we found a large reserve of Diamonds to mine"

"Three consecutive times, the Red dragon won" she said, "Three consecutive times, the Empire flourished"

The dragon guard was now sending a small group of soldiers in to check the dragon, for how important the dragon is.

To drown out the worries, the Priest narrated even louder to try and silence the mumblings

"For the first time, the blue dragon won, and what followed was a great and awful era, Several crops died, and a large chunk of land was conquered by the barbarians to the north"

"As our kingdom grew, the same pattern occurred, two eggs, a blue dragon to bring us misfortune, a red dragon to bring us glory"

"It has become one of our finest traditions"

"The dragon is dead!!"

One of the soldiers who were sent in to explore screamed in panic as he came out of the Cavern.

Loud gasps came out from the crowd as the Leader of the Kingdom's religion began to question the soldier, "Was it killed unnaturally, good sir?"

"Nay, your eminence, it would seem the dragon had died of old age"

The Leader let of a mere chuckle as he addressed the people, "Fear Not people of Hemsworth, for now the two eggs will not judge our fate of the year to come, but rather, the fate of the kingdom.

A female soldier emerged from the cavern,

"There's... there's three, your majesty" she said as she knelt to the king on the pavilion

"Three what?" he asked her

"Three eggs"

Chris looked at Kayla and the mob that was gathering, "Never was it not two?"

Kayla shook her head, "Never" she told him as she dragged him away, knowing the crowd could turn violent and hurt him

The people began to revolt as they wondered what it could entail.

"My people, I assure you that I will ask our greatest minds to find what this mean, for our kingdom " the king announced as he made his guards surround the cavern to protect it and push away the crowds

Kayla and Chris had managed to push past the crowds and run to an alleyway for safety.

"It's getting unruly out there" Chris commented as he looked worried, nervously running his wavy hair with his fingers.

"That is why I dragged you here" she replied, "Anyways..."

She gave him a small metal badge, "It's best you leave here as soon as possible, people would think that any foreigner would have been the cause of this"

Taking it, he merely nodded his head, "I hope I'll see you again Kayla"

"Me too"

Ok, I liked this one!

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Hiya astro!

I enjoy the blending of internal dialog and justification in with the narration; it really gets you into the main character's mind. So much of this story is...uncomfortably relatable, both realistic and a solid mirror to human psychology.

I noticed a couple tiny errors here; "get her parents to make up the different" in particular stuck out to me. As another small thing, the last two lines were particularly poignant and make for an excellent ending; I would rather see them on their own line for emphasis.

Great work, well-told. Keep writing!

Excellent poem! I hope to hear some pride in it at campfire ;)

There were one or two awkward lines here:
"To I who run your life means more!"
"Means not from that pledge you're free."
...I wish I had suggestions for how to massage these out, but I don't, which honestly probably explains why they're written the way they are. Still something to consider because I did have to pause and reread a few times to get the meaning and rhythm there.

My only other crit is a tiny thing; the first two lines of the second-to-last stanza both use the word "final"--this is just a tad too repetitive in my opinion.

As NicomacheanOrc pointed out, the last two lines are brilliant and hard-hitting. Fantastic work, keep writing!

I love this

The following letters were given to Ms. Evelyn Schwartz by her nine-year-old son, Jonah, on January 30th.

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January 18th

Dear Ms. Schwartz,

This letter is to let you know that Jonah has been misbehaving in class. Today while a fellow student was presenting our "recipe of the week", Jonah was not mature enough to handle the ingredient "grey poupon mustard". His giggling disrupted the class and was disrespectful to his fellow students, especially the presenter. Because this is his first offense, this is only a warning.

Please sign below to acknowledge the incident.

Respectfully,

Mrs. Fritz

There is a line at the bottom of this letter, upon which the name "Evelen" is signed in a third-grader's red-crayon scrawl.

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January 19th

Dear Ms. Schwartz,

I hope by now you've read yesterday's "misbehavior incident" letter. Today Jonah brought it back with an obviously fake signature, offering the excuse "maybe she forgot" when I asked why your name was misspelled. I am considering this a new incident. However, I am willing to give him a second chance to bring this letter home together with the original and get your *real* signature.

Please acknowledge when you have read both.

Respectfully,

Mrs. Fritz

At the bottom of this letter, "Evelyn" is signed in marginally-cleaner black ink.

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January 23rd

Dear Ms. Schwartz,

I honestly don't know why I am writing this letter considering you probably wont get to read it.

Your son, Jonah, had a minor misbehavior incident last week when he decided to have a giggle fit during a fellow student's presentation. I sent a letter home, and he returned it with a forged signature. I then sent a second letter, which he returned with a second forged signature. When confronted, Jonah told me that my efforts were "pretty cringe."

I am out of patience. This letter is to notify you that Jonah will be spending recess in the principal’s office this week.

Respectfully,

Mrs. Frtiz

The line at the bottom of this letter has been left empty.

​

January 30th

Dear Willow Creek Elementary parents,

We are excited to announce that our much beloved "Lions, Tigers, and Bears" field trip is just around the corner. Please sign below to indicate your permission for your child to participate. The field trip will include a visit to the zoo (lunch will be provided), as well as a stop at a locally-owned ice cream shop on the way home.

The date of the trip will be Monday, February 13th; this slip must be returned no later than Friday, February 10th if you would like your child to participate.

We're looking forward to a fun adventure!

Your third-grade teachers,

Mrs. Fritz, Miss Joy, and Mr. Whittaker

There is a line at the bottom of this letter, offering a blank for the student's name and another for the parent's signature. Below that, however, is an additional note in red pen.

Please see my previous three letters, sign, and return.

-Mrs. Fritz

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##Morning Tribulations

"Get up. It's my turn in the bed." Richard in his stained tank top and underwear stood over Grant's bed.

"Five more minutes," Grant muttered.

"No, we had a deal. This is my bed." Richard jumped and landed on Grant. Grant screamed in pain, but Richard refused to move.

"Alright, I'll go." When Grant got up, Richard made himself larger to cover the bed and prevent Grant from returning.

Grant walked down the stairs to the kitchen and opened a bag of chips. The chips disappeared. He opened the cookie jar and watched them decline.

"You know the drill." Vince stood behind him eating everything. Grant sighed as he started eating a banana. When he finished, he went to the bathroom. As he stared in the mirror, a voice spoke behind him.

"Come on. You can do better." Lilly tilted her sunglasses down. "There's a hot man in there. I know it."

"You probably think I'm hot right now," Grant said.

"You're right I do." Lilly licked her lips. "You're irresistible."

"Okay, this is getting weird." Hailey stepped through the room and pushed Lilly out. "Grant, you have to take pride in your appearance. You are already you're biggest critic so you have to be your biggest cheerleader."

"I still say you should give the house to me." Tyler poked his head inside. "I'd be a much better caretaker than you."

"You're dead." Grant started to shave.

"Don't remind me. You know. Screw you and you're constant living. Why is life wasted on people like you," Tyler said.

"Because you already wasted yours." Grant smiled at his own joke.

"That was good," Hailey said.

"No, it wasn't," Tyler said.

"Shut up." Hailey pushed him out of the room. Robert stood in the doorway in his military fatigues.

"Remember to advocate for yourself but do it calmly," he said.

"I really thought the spirit of wrath would be more aggressive," Grant replied.

"Rage is a tool, and I scream every time I'm alone," Robert said.

"Makes sense." Grant got in his car to go to work.

"Are you ready dear-boy? Time is money." Ulysses was wearing his suit and monocle.

"Absolutely." Grant drove to work. Life was fine with the seven deadly spirits.

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Could I write this book?

Oh this is really cool, part 2?

Let’s see how things go

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Amazing.

<2/3>

A few hours later Rocky pulled up to a nondescript flat. He was welcomed in by a woman with a sly smile.

"I wondered if I be seeing you," she laughed.

"Why must you always make my job so difficult, Rosie?"

He knew it had been her since the moment he felt that twinge of  their twin telepathy hours ago, when the murders were being committed. It was his sister who left the two murder victims. Her mind he understood.

"I feel I actually make it easier. Less bad guys on the streets."

"Who were these guys?" Rocky asked.

"Remember the student who escaped her abductors last month? She told your men that she didn't have a description of her captors. She told me differently. Not my fault some prefer to work with my style of justice over yours."

He sighed. "Be careful, sis. I can turn my head to some things, but only if there's no evidence. "

"Which there won't be. I know how to keep things clean.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and the twins exchanged glances. "We're you followed?" Rosie asked as she gave the door a wary look.

Rocky shook his head. "I checked for a tail, didn't see one." Even so, he kept his hand on his weapon as Rosie went to answer the door.

This is such a good story!!! Blue bad luck Red good luck Yellow a plague

I wasn't expecting yellow, but the three primary colors make sense.

Canonically the smartest naval officer to exist, if he also accounts for the fact that:

All Devil Fruit users are inhumanly strong, to the point where they practically stop being human as a whole.