So here we are...

I KNOW WHAT MY NEXT WRITING PROJECT SHALL BE!

Well, Really I've known it for a bit, but I'm just telling you all now.

I'm going to follow a few peoples lead, and write a fanfic about March's origins.

However- it will start when she is very, very, TINY, because she was born into magic. I'll cover her traveling with her dad, and hen living with her grandparents, what HAPPENED to her grandparents, living with Mir (oh dear god...), and so on and so forth.

It shall be called...

"Past The Point Of No Return."

A little Phantom-ish, a little regret-filled-ish, and a little mystery.

I'm grinning widely right now, I am...

(Quickly, HELP! ANYBODY READ THE BOOK "SURVIVING THE APPLEWHITES?!" ANYONE?! I VOWED TO NEVER READ, AND NOW I'M FORCED TO READ IT! I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DO NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Happy Mothers Day Mom!

Heeeeeeeeeeeey! Hey! Hey! Hey Mom! Welcome to my blog! 


(EVERYONE WAVE!) 


...Yes, well, now that you're done-

*swiftly punches Thalia to get her to stop waving* 

Mhm. 


This, is my gift to you on Mother Day. 


ENJOY! 

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March Pathway smashed into the padded wall, shinai flying out of her grip. She quickly spun out of the way as Erebus Donellys hit the wall where she had just been with his own shinai.

March stumbled back, falling on her butt. She sprang up, flipping backwards onto a training hurdle, balancing on the middle.

She stuck out her tongue at her father. “Too slow!”

“We'll see about that!” Erebus retorted with a smile, his gaze playful.

March slipped from the hurdle as Erebus launched himself at her, shinai swinging in close. She landed lightly and crouched for a split second before jumping in-between the hurdle, tackling Erebus's legs. March latched herself on to them, laughing.

Erebus bounced on one leg, failing in trying to shake March off.

“Speed beats Strength!” March chimed.

Erebus laughed as well. “Oh really?” He fell into March, making the small girl shriek.

March tried to curl off his leg, to no avail.

“Get back! Back I say!” she yelled.

“Not unless you beg for mercy!” Erebus taunted, picking her up bridal style.

March reached out and poked him in the cheek. “Nah.”

“Then I'll make you!” Erebus threw March up, and she shot into the air of the Elysium Asylum's sparring room, where only the two of them were having a practice fight. March could see from the view from the ceiling various weights in one are, more hurdles in another, and an array of weapons hung on the walls. The ceiling was a huge skylight. There was a large area in the middle which was cleared, to be used for practice fighting (However, considering the way March grew up and how Erebus raised her, their fight was scattered throughout the whole room).

Erebus and March were using kendo shinais, which were four pieces of bamboo held together by leather fittings. Also known as a bamboo sword.

As March fell, she felt her normal appearance be 'blown away' as she shape shifted into a startling white snow leopard.

Naturally, she fell on all four of her paws, and watched as a black panther was where her father had once been, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. March un-sheathed and sheathed her claws, her whiskers twitching with anticipation.

Erebus zoomed towards her, low to the ground. When he was a foot away, March jumped over him, landing on the other side. However, Erebus was ready for her, and lashed out with his back legs, taking his weight on his front paws. His legs hit March in the head, and she rolled to the ground, laying on her back stunned.

Erebus quickly leaned over March and pinned her down. But before he could hit her again, she sliced her sheathed claws across the soft flesh of his belly. She wiggled out from under him and shifted back into a human, laughing with a good nature. Her flaming red hair pulled back into a long ponytail, sleeve-less green shirt sticking to her with sweat. Light blue shorts let her move freely, skinny black boots supplied with a cooking ladle slipped into it.

Erebus shifted back into his human form again, lying on his back, winded. He slowly smiled, his midnight black hair in his crystal clear eyes. March's matching crystal eyes met his. Erebus slowly sat up, hiss black t-shirt in the same state as March's sticking to him with sweat. His jeans were slightly ripped in places.

March skipped back as Erebus stood, her pony tail swinging from back to forth.

“This is fun!” she said. “We should do this more often!”

Erebus was about to speak when he seemed to spot something behind March. His eyed widened, his mouth hanging open.

“March!” He yelled. “Duck!”

March turned around, just in time to see a Hollow Mans fist comes crashing towards her face.

So Naturally, she collapsed and curled into a tiny ball.

The hollow mans fist carried it over March with the momentum, and he tumbled to where Erebus was ready with his fists.

March looked behind herself again, and saw more hollowed men.

She grinned. “It's the return of the paper men!"

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...I'm trying to get the...print...nor...mal...

Mmmh. 

Another part to come soon, with insults you can scream at the hollowed men to annoy them. Sort of. I highly doubt they can register a taunt, but oh well...

Deadly Pencil Led

Mom: *yells from upstairs* breakfast is ready!
Me: woo hoo~ eggs.

*moi gets up to walk downstairs*

*steps on something pointy and sharp*

*jumps back and falls on butt*

ow ow ow ow OW!

*looks at bottom of foot, expecting something deadly sharp*

*sees pencil led injected into foot*

*eyes widen*

...eh...?

*quickly pulls the led out, wincing*

*screams to mom*

DEADLY PENCIL LED!

Mom: ah! Is that a new idea for a story?

Me: *walks upstairs* n-no, I just stepped on a piece of pencil led.

Mom: oh... *confused expression*

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Yes. True story.

*looks at foot*

I can still see the path it poked.

...oh look. it bleeding a bit now.

note to self: CLEAN UP PENCIL LED!

I now have A ego.

I now have a ego.

a big one at that.

Let me explain.

So, on my bus, there is a strange little boy child. He's in the same grade. He gets on my nerves so much, It worries me.

(as for the bus and my nerves in general, I should find a therapist)

So, little squeaky kid (nickname for him) was goofing around. He was listening to his ipod, jumping from seat to seat. He came to sit on the edge of MINE.

I shoved him a bit. He shushed me. So I stared at him with my WTH??!?! face.

Then, I saw a opening.

He was wearing a t-shirt, and his shoulders were kinda open at the top, on his collerbone. like...well, on TOP of his shoulders. If that makes any sense.

And I rememeber what I always do, that I take pride in.

I jabbed my finger in his pressure point.

He fell on the ground, wreathing and squealing.

I was GRINNING. HEH.

He was all like- "Oh my god! It hurts! Oh my god! Was that a preassure point?! Was it?!"

And I was all like- *nods*

and he was all like- "What the heck!"

and the boy across from me was all like- "Wow!" *laughs*

and squeaky kid was all like- "That was the first time anyone has ever preassure-pointed me! And it was done by a GIRL!"

and I was all like thinkin like- "SCORE ONE FOR MAR!"

and now you're all like- "QUIT IT WITH THE AND HE WAS ALL LIKE AND I WAS ALL LIKE!"

yeah.

So, now, I have obtained a huge ego.

Because I am awesome like that.

now, i leave you with this picture.

And now you're all like- "OMG ITS DARQUESSE!"

SC (Shugo Chara) FanFiction: Dream Guardians Part Ten

Sorry. No Links. If you're already reading up to this part, you'll know where to find the other parts. 

This part is...I feel its un-realistic. 

But thats just me. 

I have to do a LOAD of work to make it Mar-legable. 

Its a pet peeve I have. I MUST have EVERYTHING I write be REALISTIIIIIIIIIIIC! 

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Shana felt powerful. She could feel the nieteno no shana in her grip, her friends beside her. She felt...like...

The fox boy was in front of them. Shana...Shana felt it. She stopped in her tracks abruptly, and Holo and Erza fought the fox boy without her. She smiled. Wait for the moment...and...NOW! Shana jumped into the air backwards, over Mei, who had been sneaking up on her. She landed on the other side and spun, lashing the nieteno no shana at her. Mei easily backed up, smirking.

Shana lunged, the sword barely missing Mei.

Mei clucked her tongue, shaking her head. “Tsk tsk. I was expecting more.”

Shana clenched her teeth, re-lunging, and missing once more.

Mei leapt back, the sword she had summoned out of nothing earlier disinigrating into nothing. “Well, I suppose I should have seen this coming. After all, you did loose all of your charas! And you weren't trying! I lost my three origonal charas, and I wanted then to go!”

Shana's eyes widened slightly. “Shut up!” She growled.

Mei crossed her arms, shaking her head. “No.” Mei smiled. “Theres a pattern here. In all of our lives, we've grown up together. And...oh. I always have the upper hand!”

Shana said nothing.

“I have a more powerful chara even!” Mei gestured to the small doll-like chara floating besides herself. “Doru.”

Doru curtsied. “Pleasure.”

Shana bit her lip. “You're that little creeper who blew up the window!”

“Shana.” Mei interrupted. “Just give up. We've been having these useless fights since when we were little kids. I'm sure your sick of them. I really am. Who cares if you have a chara or not? You did just fine before you had one. All those little faeries ever did was cause you trouble.”

Shana's free hand curled into a fist.

“I mean really,” Mei continued. “Whats the use of them?”

Shana's grip tightened on the Nieteno No Shana. “There's more to them then you may think.”

“What?” Mei snarled. “So they can make people go insane?”

“You...idiot!” Shana screamed. “You only take the guardian characters for granted! You only care if you have a powerful one! Idiot!”

“Now Shana.” Mei's voice got dangerously quiet. “Let's not yell.”

“You idiot!”” Shana yelled, diving at Mei and throwing the Nieteno No Shana behind her.

Shana gasped slightly as Mei grabbed her by her shoulders, throwing her to the ground. Mei leaned it, whispering.

“I'll be waiting on top of the old Christmas company building. Two in the morning. We'll finish this there. Tell no one.”

Mei stood straight, a firm look on her face.

“I'll be leaving now.” She stated quietly. Mei backed away quickly, fading into the back round of trees.

Shana stood up, gritting her teeth. She picked up the nieteno no shana and slipped it into the 'sheath'. It disappeared. “I'll. Be. There.”

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Thalia'll post the next part! 

Well. I am in a foul mood.

So, I was sitting in front of the desktop with a raging headache, ready to start writing the individul parts of the weapon fic or a few people.

However, I sat there.

And sat there.

And sat there...

And SAT THERE!

And realized...I can't do that.

I can NOT just WRITE ALL THESE THINGS WITH PRE-PLANNED CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT MY OWN!

(With my own characters I can change anything! You know March? Yeah, Of course you do! Well, She used to be an elemental!)

I also realized that writing about weapons will HAVE to EVENTUALLY include fighting, aaaaand...well, Its very hard to write five star stories with a headache pounding in my head.

Pound...

Pound...

Pound...

Now I'm on the laptop in the basement, which is a couple degrees cooler then the ground floor.

So, my headache is coming along WONDERFULLY.

(sarcasm sarcasm)

Yeah. Moving along, I'm going to still be doing another fanfiction, still including various facts and back stories on our weapons.

When the headache is gone, expect some epic fighting scenes.

Do.

Wish Me Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck~

SP Fic Red Shoes Magic Parts Three, Four, and Five.

 Okay. Since Thalia has nagged me for about two to three weeks to post this, and the program I was using to edit this is annoying the fudge outta me, here are the next parts of the red shoes fic.

At the end you really get to see what my writing looks like in its...second draft of re-writing, withought any editing.

So the details are a little screwy.

To show example, I highlighted a messed up two sentences in blue.

Enjoy The wonderful-three-part-non-edited-red-shoes-magic-skulduggery-fic. 

Her Harr. 

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Part Three


Kasch collapsed onto the top of a crate, shivering with sweat. Her feet burned, the blood dripping slowly. Her stomach growled.

"You're hungry." Bela said, padding up softly.

"Thank you captain obvious..." Kasch said sarcastically.

"We need to go. Can you stand?" Bela asked.

Kasch placed a foot on the ground, crying out softly. Her other foot landed on the ground, and Kasch's eyes watered. "Yes." She lied.

"You're a really bad liar."

"Un convincing, really..."

Bela shook his head. "Stay here. Hide in a corner. I'll go and get food."

Kasch curled up on the crate again. "You're the best..." She called as Bela sprinted away.

"Yeah Yeah." Bela muttered, dreading the day that when he got back, Kasch would he missing.

He had no idea how close that day was.

•••


Israel Elysium stood on the edge of the warehouse, hands in pockets. The day was cloudy, the ground wet.

Israel turned to greet two mages who would accompany him in this taks, Mary Hiashi and Thalia Circe.

Thalia tapped Her foot impatiently. "So when are we going in?" She asked.

"Soon. We're just waiting for-" Israel broke off as a small grey main-coon cat jumped on his shoulder, purring. "-Mar Chu."

March Pathway flicked her tail, her shifted form tense and ready for action.

Mary tipped her head. "So I guess we're going in now?"

"You guessed correctly."

The group walked slowly into the building, taking care not to make a sound. The building was unfortunately in a low-profile place in Dublin, so not much traffic could mask their feet.

Israel saw Mary fade out of view, he was sure to surround the girl.

Israel stopped at a corner of a large crate, turning around slightly to press a finger to his lips at Thalia and March. He turned back around, peeking past the crate. There, lying on a rectangular crate, was a young girl about 14.

The girls skin glistened with sweat, her tangled blond hair in a mess behind her. A black jacket was laid over her, and her head was resting on a pile of jeans. Her feet, poking out from the jacket as she was curled up, were wearing red ballet shoes. The red shoes. The ribbons were covered in fresh blood, and the skin was raw from where the ribbons rubbed it.

The girl's name was Kasch Fantine, and she was last seen in Dublin City. She had been noted to be traveling with a small black cat, who possessed a huge amount of magical power. Kasch was cursed by the red shoes three years earlier, when she had been eleven. The red shoes contained vast quantity of dark magical power, capable of vast stunts that had been recorded in the past.

March tensed on Israel's shoulder, and he had a vague sensation of his magic flowing into her. Mar curled around Israels neck, trying to be as small as possible. They both saw the same thing in the future.

Vampires.

The crates directly behind Kasch were blasted into the air as the vampires surrounded her, where she jolted upwards, only to wince in pain.

Israel drew his loaded shotgun. "Go!" he shouted.


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Part Four.



Kasch Fantine tumbled off the crate, glass showering from a large over hanging window she hadn't spotted the night before. A man in a thigh length coat ran past her, a shotgun in his hand.

Kasch's head whipped around to behind, and she was met with the sight of a vampire barreling into her. Kasch was pinned to the ground, a vampire with rank breath holding her there.

"Your breath reeks." Kasch muttered.

A small main coon cat jumped on the vampires, yowling bloody murder. The vampire jerked back in surprise, twisting off Kasch. Kasch curled into a ball, feeling her back hit another crate.

Someone breathed in her ear. "Are you okay?”

"I hate it when someone asks that question." Kasch scrunched her nose up.

A shadow jumped off the crate behind Kasch, and blurred, appearing to be a onyx haired woman. The woman blurred again, and practicly flew on the back of another vampire.

Kasch averted her attention to a girl no older then her. The girl had a short sword, and was currwntly jabbing it at the nearest vampire.

The girl was shouting curses this way and that, and it was probably the best no young children were present at that moment. The girl roundhouse kicked the vampire, sending him sprawling.

The maincoon cat padded over to Kasch, large eyes trained on her.

Kasch nervously smiled. "Hello."

Kasch's head jerked back to te girl with the sword, who was crashing into crates. The girl laid there, unmoving. The vampire walked towards the girl, savoring the moment.

The cat leapt foreward, its skin rippling. As if being blown away, the cat disappeared and a girl was left in its place, hitting the vampire on the head with a frypan.

"Back off creep!" the girl screeched.

The vampire whipped his arm around, knocking the cat girl back towards Kasch.

"Stupid question time, but are you okay?" Kasch whispered.

The cat girl moaned in reply, her face contorted in pain.

A scream echoed in the warehouse, coming from the girl with the shorter sword. The girl was on her feet again, stumbling away from the vampire. She had a hand pressed to her arm, blood seeping through it. The vampire darted forward, and hit the girl again.

"Get out of here Thalia!" The other man with the shotgun shouted out. "Thalia Circe, you need to get the heck out of here!"

The girl, Thalia, cursed as her back hit a crate and the sword fell from her grip. As the vampire approached her, glass showered upon the warehouse as more vampires fell onto the ground, surrounding the group. A vampire tackled Thalia to the ground, hand pressed aggainst her neck. Thalia let out a mangled cry, as thrashed on the floor, trying to escape the weight of the vampire. The vampire clutched Thalia's neck until her face turned blue.

Thalia kneed the vampire in the stomach, throwing him off her as she rolled away. Thalia lay on the floor, weezing.

The woman in black, who reminded Kasch of a ninja, darted forward at the vampire who had nearly choked Thalia, barrling into him. The vampire pushed the woman away, and turned and led the woman away from Thalia. Kasch struggled to sit up, every portion of her body screaming at her to do something.

Then she froze.

A vampire stood between her and Thalia, a gun pointed at each of them. Kasch's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening.

"No..." She breathed.

The vampire turned his head to Thalia, who was struggling to sit as well. The vampire grinned, the smile reaching his eyes.

"No!" the man with the shotgun yelled, from his position of being pinned to the ground.

The vampires hand tightened on the trigger, and all the vampires around them stood impatiently.

Thalia's face turned pale, and her mouth opened and closed a few times. She whimpered.

The vampire looked at Thalia....

...Then he pulled the trigger.

Thalia fell back onto the ground, her life quickly seeping away. Blood blossomed on her shirt, the bullrt having hit her heart. The organs were torn, he insides not able to function properly, Thalia collapsed on the floor, her skin pale, her eyes claiming a glassy look. Then she stopped moving, lying in a pool of her own blood.

"No!" Kasch and the man with the shotgun screamed at the same time as all the vampires laughed and congradulated the shooter.

Kasch looked at the hollow eyes, Thalia's white lips.

She really was dead.

Thalia Circe, who not 15 minutes before a natural born mage, was dead.

Kasch struggled to sit up, every portion of her body screaming at her to do something.

Then she froze.

A vampire stood between her and Thalia, a gun pointed at each of them. Kasch's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening.

"No..." She breathed.

The vampire turned his head to Thalia, who was struggling to sit as well. The vampire grinned, the smile reaching his eyes.

"No!" the man with the shotgun yelled, from his position of being pinned to the ground.

The vampires hand tightened on the trigger, and all the vampires around them stood impatiently.

Thalia's face turned pale, and her mouth opened and closed a few times. She whimpered.

The vampire looked at Thalia....

...Then he pulled the trigger.

Thalia fell back onto the ground, her life quickly seeping away. Blood blossomed on her shirt, the bullet having hit her heart. The organs were torn, he insides not able to function properly, Thalia collapsed on the floor, her skin pale, her eyes claiming a glassy look. Then she stopped moving, lying in a pool of her own blood.

"No!" Kasch and the man with the shotgun screamed at the same time as all the vampires laughed and congradulated the shooter.

Kasch looked at the hollow eyes, Thalia's white lips.

She really was dead.

Thalia Circe, who not 15 minutes before a natural born mage, was dead.