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Angelus Schola Dies Danny followed Sam as she walked down hallways of Casper High. All around were the insistent whispers of students, pointing and gossiping at them when they were not looking. She stopped, trying to ignore his penetrating yet carefree stare that bore into the back of her head as well as the murmurs of her peers. She twirled her lock, straining to open it and grumbling when it refused to comply. "Stupid locker!" she screeched at it, pounding a fist on the rusting metal door, "Why won't you open!" Danny watched from behind, lifting an eyebrow in amusement before coming to her rescue. "Maybe I can be of some assistance, Mi

Of Portals and Pretty Faces The wind in the cave-like place did wonders to tempers and minds. For one, it blew with such ferocity that it made Sam's short hair stick to her face and she hated when that happened. She blew at it miserably but it refused to move away. Her feet ached; she had never walked for long distances before and she glared every so often at a smiling Danny who clutched the diary tightly in his hands acting as if he had no other care in the world. It angered and annoyed her to no end. "What are you so happy about?" she almost screamed in frustration, eying him menacingly. He turned to her, a puzzled smile on his face. "W

Waves of Sapphire Danek dreamed. He dreamed of Atlantis, wondering if he would ever see his mother and father laughing again. Wondering if he would see his sister, bickering with their parents. How long had it been? Years definitely. Maybe even a decade or so? He had lost track and the sight of Sam threw off his brain even more. And his magic. Why couldn't he use it? He felt empty and vulnerable from the lack of it. He concentrated on the image of the water swirling, focusing hard on the palm of his hand. Nothing. He could not feel the spark of magic he was accustomed to. He sighed, aggravated and clearly murderous. What had the people in t

Syaoran Takes A Glimpse of Sakura’s Mind “What an odd place,” Syaoran ran through the halls of what seemed like a maze. In this world, he had landed away from the group and into a corridor. A white corridor decorated like his Princess’s dress. Freaky. As his feet tapped lightly upon the white birch wood, he remembered something his father had told him about birch wood. Legends tell that they contained the souls of the dead and Princess Sakura could see the dead. Again, the freak-o-meter rang in Syaoran's head like an alarm. "Princess," he called, his voice reaching into a high pitch like a woman's. His sword was held in

Angelus Tactus Danny’s face was etched with worry and warmth as he stroked the girl's hair. He had sighed in relief when he found out that her soul was still very much in her body and that she was breathing evenly. But then he fretted over where to put her. His eyes finally settled on the couch and he laid her very gently there, before he drew up a chair to sit next to her and watched her sleep. His hands smoothed out some of the wrinkles in her dress unconsciously as he gazed at her fondly. It was only two hours and he had grown very attached to the distressed girl. She slept serenely, her chest heaving in and out without a care in th