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Author: DxRx

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Author: The Handmaiden

Title: The Magical Kiss and Other Stories

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•-•-•
Table of Contents

TITLE                              ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PAGE #

Unlucky Betty                      ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------      1
The Bird Who Flew Under The Sea    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------      5
Bluethorn                          ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------      7
Three Oysters, Three Pearls        ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------     11
The Magical Kiss                   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------     14
The Squire With The Polished Sword ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------     18

•-•-•
Unlucky Betty

Unlucky Betty was walking through the forest when she saw a pretty flower. It was big, with petals of white, red, and yellow lining its bright pink center. "How lovely!" she remarked, plucking the flower from its stem.

Then, as she put the flower in her hair, it suddenly wilted. The leaves of the plant from which it blossomed died out as well, and from it a fairy came out. "Halt, human!" the fairy shouted. "You have killed my favorite flower!"

"But it is just the most beautiful flower I have ever seen!" said Betty, to which the fairy raised an eyebrow and responded: "Yes, I know that it certainly is the most beautiful flower in this forest, but it is still no reason to kill it!"

"Oh forgive me, mister fairy, forgive me!"

"Forgiveness cannot grow leaves nor open buds to bloom; for taking a living beauty I shall take the beauty off your life."

The fairy then proceeded to point his twig wand at the girl as he chanted: "From this day forth, a dark path you'll walk; one where the expected doesn't come and the unexpected arrives; fate shall toy with your mind; all things will not go your way!"

Betty collapsed and fell soundly asleep.

Betty woke up hours later with neither the flower's wilted petals nor the sinister fairy in sight. Sighing and wondering what the fairy's curse meant, she walked out of the woods and returned home.

In the middle of a busy marketplace, Betty, soon after spending and losing all but a single coin in a game of cups and balls, found herself surrounded by thugs. "Missy, you look like someone who carries a lot of gold in her pouch," said one of the big men, "Mind sparing us a bit of your fortune?"

Betty snickered. "I would certainly share you some if I had the littlest bit of gold to begin with. But I am afraid I have nothing but a single rusted coin in my satchel, and thus can offer you none."

As proof, Betty opened her baggy pouch, lighter than the hat that she wore. To her surprise, as she undid the knot on its mouth, the bag suddenly filled up with coins bearing the brightest gold sheen she had ever seen! Surprised, Betty closed the satchel shut and glared at the thugs. "This- this is not mine, I swear!" she cried.

As she said those words, a letter appeared out of thin air and landed on one of the thugs' heads. He opened it, and it contained the following message:

Betty,

I pay you this sum of gold as thanks for helping me water the garden the week before. Spend it wisely.

Signed,
Nanny Potwind

The thug read the words aloud. Betty couldn't believe it - never before today did she know that she had helped some woman water her garden, nor be paid such a huge sum of money for it! Sweating and breathing heavily, Betty shouted: "Help! I'm being mugged!"

Then, as if the whole world went against her, all the people in and by the marketplace vanished from her sight, leaving only her and the thugs alone on a sandy field lined with abandoned stalls of produce. What is happening? Betty said to herself between shocked gasps of air.

The first and tallest of the men drew out his sword and pointed it at the lass. "Hand over the gold if you don't want a scar on your lovely skin," he threatened. Betty remained frozen in disbelief of the current events. "No!" she finally managed to cry out. "I will not!"

Right after she said those words, her hand moved in a mechanical fashion and extended out, dropping the pouch of coins onto the man's waiting hand. Betty and the thug exchanged glances briefly.

"Now, sheathe your blade and don't even try to cut me!" she demanded. Immediately, the man swung his sword at Betty, tearing the sleeve of her raiment in half and dyeing it red with blood.

"No!" Betty cried out in pain, holding her wounded arm with the other. "It hurts!"

Then suddenly, it didn't hurt anymore. Confused, Betty looked at her arm, eyes welling with tears. The wound remained there, deep and bathing in crimson blood, but she didn't feel the stabbing, burning pain she had felt mere moments ago.

The fairy's curse then resonated in her head.

"From this day forth, a dark path you'll walk; one where the expected doesn't come and the unexpected arrives; fate shall toy with your mind; all things will not go your way!"

"That's it!" she exclaimed, snickering once more and extending her other non-wounded arm towards the tall brute. "You, thug, do not give me my pouch back!"

Suddenly, the thug's arm jerked violently forward and dropped the pouch onto her waiting palm, returning it to its rightful owner.

"Now, anyone, don't help me!" she cried with the tone of a damsel in distress. Right after those words escaped her mouth, all the market goers reappeared and ran straight for the thugs, pinning them to the ground and knocking their weapons off. "Don't send them to jail, lads!" she voiced out triumphantly, waving the thugs goodbye as their hands and feet became bound in rope and guards rushed over to escort them to their new home.

And with that, having figured out a way to make the most of this curse, Unlucky Betty became Lucky Betty.

•-•-•
The Bird Who Flew Under The Sea

One bright afternoon a tiny canary was born. The bars of the cage kept her safe from the outside. Her cage sat beside a window overlooking the sea. This window had a small hole, allowing some of the sea breeze to gently blow on her face.

Every day a large hand would give her pellets of food and cups of clear water. Every day she would eat, drink, sing, and sleep. She lived a happy life. Gray, dull, but happy.

Occasionally she would see flocks of birds flying past, enjoying the crisp cool air of the open sky.

"Come join us, little canary!" they would call out. "Enjoy a life of freedom, where you can have all the food and water you want!"

"All the food and water I want are already here," the canary would reply. "And why would I want to tire myself from flying day and night?"

The flock of birds would fall silent and turn away. She would simply watch as they flew over the horizon, eventually fading away.

These birds visited her every day. They told her stories of their adventures, the fruits of their wanderlust. The canary, however, only felt amazed. She never felt curious or envious.

One day, the canary grew. Since then, she never once saw the large hand. Her pellets of food and cups of water were no more. She never saw the flock of birds again. To live, she had to go outside, past the bars of her cage.

So she squeezed through, and she made it out. She flew past the hole in the window and made it out to the sky. She did it!

She was amazed at the scenery. Both above and below, blue surrounded her, with streaks of white rolling past. Crisp, cool air touched her body lightly.

The canary enjoyed this sensation. However, something was lacking. There were no birds nearby, no other voices besides her chirping. She looked up, left, and right, and found nobody.

She looked down, and saw hundreds of moving figures. They flew with such speed and, together, they formed a large band of white flying forward.

The canary, for the first time in her life overcome with curiosity, swooped down into the darker sky. As she approached the figures, they scattered, running away from her.

Suddenly, she could no longer feel the crisp air caressing her wings. She still felt cold.

The canary fell through the sky and deeper into the water below.

•-•-•
Bluethorn

Once upon a time four large trees were the only beings that decorated the then-barren earth. Each of them had different appearances, both outer and inner.

Redwood was the tallest of the four. He wore broad red leaves and a big red trunk. Redwood was a proud and strong tree.
Bluethorn had prickly needles for leaves and had a wide, smooth trunk covered by an icy blue sheen. He wore a skirt of leaves that protruded outward, giving shade to his wooden legs. Bluethorn was the most selfless and helpful of the four, going to great lengths to help a fellow in need.
Yellowbell, the smallest, was the only flowering tree among the four. She had bright yellow flowers which exuded a sweet, alluring smell. Like her outer appearance, Yellowbell is cheery and jovial but, like a lass, isn't the bravest soul around.
Evergreen, aside from having the greenest leaves there is, had sturdy branches that only grew longer and higher in number as time went on. Evergreen is shy and prefers solitude just as much if not more than being in the company of others.

One day, from above and beyond the skies a voice announced:

"Listen, flora of this world, a feast is to be held at the land beneath the sun. For the first to arrive, the first of the seasons will be his and his offspring's to govern; to the second, the next; and to the last, the final. Make haste and march towards the feast before noon the next day."

Upon hearing this announcement, Redwood, proud and strong, immediately stepped forward. "I shall be there first!" he said, not turning around to face the other trees and instead marching on.

Bluethorn quickly followed suit, and Yellowbell and Evergreen marched not long after.

Morning came, and with it the sun. Redwood, being the tallest, was also the closest to the sun, and thus it didn't take long for his crown to catch fire. And though his trunk is sturdy, the leaf-bearing branches of his weren't, and fell towards the ground below as they turned into fiery ash. Redwood, proud and strong, didn't even stop for a moment to extinguish the growing fire atop his head.

Bluethorn didn't notice the still-burning leaves that littered the ground, the skirt blocking his view of the path. His bottom half caught fire but, wanting to not slow the others down, decided not to block the path by stopping. He marched on as the fire slowly consumed his legs of blue.

It didn't take long for his legs to turn fragile and ashen. The ash that came from his burning trunk rose up in the air and colored the sky a blue tinge. Even though his legs have turned weak, he still managed to cross the rapids that separated the venue of the feast from the remainder of the land.

From behind him, Bluethorn heard a call. "Redwood! Bluethorn! Help us!" shouted Yellowbell. "The rapids are too deep for us to wade through!"

Redwood didn't look back. Bluethorn, however, bring the altruistic soul that he is, turned around and made his way towards the stranded pair. However, as he began to cross the rapids, his legs finally gave in, sending the rest of his body plummeting forward towards the ground.

Bluethorn's body fell towards the rapids. He couldn't move, let alone fight back the harsh slamming of the waves. Bluethorn violently flailed, causing his branches to fall off one by one until he was nothing but a length of blue wood. "Quickly," he said, "use me as a bridge!"

Yellowbell shook her head. "But what about you?"

"I am fine," Bluethorn replied, his hands digging through the soil to root himself in place. "Now go and save me a spot for the feast." Despite his words, all three of them knew that he wouldn't make it in time.

Reluctantly, Yellowbell and Evergreen agreed. They crossed the rapids using Bluethorn as a makeshift bridge of wood, the water below turning a deep blue from the sap of the needly leaves.

Bluethorn remained.

When Yellowbell and Evergreen arrived, Redwood had already taken his seat. "What took you so long?" asked the voice from the heavens. "And where is Bluethorn?"

"The rapids slowed us down, especially Bluethorn," said Yellowbell. "He may never make it. He used himself as a bridge to help us cross the rapids, giving up his life in the process."

Evergreen stepped forward. "He would've had the second season if it weren't for us," he said. "Heaven, please give the second of the seasons to Bluethorn. As a memory of him."

Yellowbell agreed. "Yes, please grant this wish of ours, O Heaven."

"Then, I declare Bluethorn the ruler of the second season, Yellowbell the ruler of the third, and Evergreen the ruler of the last."

And this is why winter, the season between the red autumn and the yellow spring, colors the land with blue and white; as winter approaches, the other trees pay homage to Bluethorn's heroic deeds, letting nothing but the blue of the sky, the sea, and the frost of ice govern the land.

•-•-•
Three Oysters, Three Pearls

Beneath the ocean there lived three oysters. Brimming with confidence, the first and biggest of the three turned to the other two and said: "Let's have a competition and see which of us can make the largest pearl!"

The second oyster, whose shell was cleaner and shinier than the pearls it made, echoed the suggestion. "It would be interesting. Count me in!"

And the third, the smallest and dirtiest of the three, reluctantly agreed, nodding in surrender.

Not a single day passed without the first oyster babbling about the many tales from his past or recounting an amazing feat. The second oyster listened to each and every one of his words, but the third simply stood idle like a rock.

Days passed, and the first oyster spoke again. "Look at my pearl!" he said with pride, opening his mouth to reveal a teardrop-sized pearl. And although it was certainly unimpressive for an oyster his size, the second oyster was nonetheless impressed. "It's so big and round and shiny!" he exclaimed. "And it's so bright and white, right?"

He turned towards the third oyster, who simply nodded and went back to his business. The second oyster got mad and lashed out at the third oyster. "Why aren't you-"

However, as his tongue rolled out, the pearl that he made escaped his mouth, rolling towards the ocean floor below. "No!" the second oyster cried out. "My pearl!" And thus, the second oyster lost the competition.

Another week or two passed without a change of plans. The first oyster kept talking, this time consoling the second oyster, comforting him at the loss of his pearl. The third oyster remained, seemingly enjoying the silence that the ocean brought.

And the final day arrived. The first oyster's pearl had barely changed in size. He had spent day after day talking and not making his pearl! "How about you, little oyster? I doubt you've made an even bigger pearl than mine."

For the first time in days, the third oyster opened his mouth, revealing a huge, bright pearl almost his size. That was the reason behind his silence! His mouth was so full of the gem that he couldn't afford to open it, in fear of losing the pearl (and the competition) completely!

"And I am victorious" were the first words of this small oyster.

•-•-•
The Magical Kiss

A long time ago, in a faraway land across the ocean, there was a village in the middle of the woods. That time, the fields were colored gold with wheat and aspen and crystal with free-flowing water. This village was neither rich nor poor in the modern sense; it sustained itself through nearby sources of food and water, and built its own foundations through harvested stone and clay and wood.

In this village there lived a man named Niall. He had a strong body, far stronger than any man, and a ceaseless smile that swooned the hearts of the maidens of the fields. He was blessed with many boons and gifts from the gods themselves. Like wind, he was fast and quick to react; like fire, he was bright and expressive; like stone, he was strong and unyielding.

In this village there also lived a young maiden named Ailis. She had fair skin, auburn hair, and eyes a yellow more jovial than the leaves that surrounded their homes. Together Niall and Ailis shared a love deep and strong.

Fall came. Harvest season had reached its peak, and sickles and scythes reaped the wheat. Niall, stronger than ten men, cut through the stalks with ease. Ailis, with a voice more alluring than the sirens' songs, sang a prayer, thanking their goddess of the bounty she gave their land. "We give you our harvest, O Goddess / And shower us with your love / So that come famine or plague or war / Its magic will keep us alive."

Rain fell the next day and storm came the day after that. As the fields were newly bared, rainwater filled the flat brown land. Niall, using his gift of wind, blew at the sky, sending the storm clouds over the horizon, never to be seen again. Sunlight once again reigned the sky. The water subsided, and peace free of worry returned to the village.

Fall went.

Winter came. Ailis, like most of the village's inhabitants, had to remain indoors, relying on what amount of wheat they've harvested to survive the coldest harshest nights of winter. Niall, with a body burning with fire's warmth, endured the chill through will alone as he hunted for deer and rabbits.

Biting cold whispered through the cracks of Ailis's home. With every blow of the snowy wind, the fire that kept her warm grew colder, eventually fading into ashes.

Hearing this, Niall rushed to Ailis's aid and used his gift of fire, enkindling the firewood with a flame that never weakened. Ailis's chill was remedied, and together they slept through the cold winter nights with a divinely comforting warmth.

Winter went.

Spring came, and with it the blossoming of flowers. Red, white, yellow, and pink covered the fields, newly sprung and shaken awake from their season-long sleep. The men and women of the village also emerged from their homes and walked alongside each other for the first time this year, the thawed ground muddy with freshly-melted snow.

Ailis and Niall held hands and shared a kiss.

Whereas fall presented storm and winter brought cold, spring brought the return of fauna. The woods became once again as dangerous as they are vibrant and majestic. Distant cries and bleats could be heard from within the expansive forest.

One spring day, Ailis went to the woods to gather water for the tilling of the soil. She went alone to a pond in the middle of the forest. There, from behind her, a monster came out and roared - a bear newly awakened swiped its claws through the air. Ailis shouted in surprise.

Niall heard his lover's cry and, without hesitation, bolted towards the heart of the woods. There he saw the love of his life and a great beast, one staring down the other. With unmatched strength endowed by the gift of stone, Niall wrestled the bear and slew it with his own two hands, saving Ailis's life. They shared another kiss, and their love grew even deeper.

Spring went.

Summer came, and the light of the sun shone brightly on the green of the leaves. The land was at its hottest during this time. Faraway horizons waved and blurred like mirages in the daylight.

Like the seasons that came before it, summer presented a challenge of its own.

One particularly hot summer day, a plague swept across the land. Crops wilted and died, the aspens were rid of their leaves, and the men and women of the village fell ill. Niall, having a body as strong and resistant as stone, fought off the plague, but everyone else remained weak, walking closer and closer to the doors of death.

Ailis was no exception. With each passing day she grew thinner and paler. Her skin lost its youthful glow and was instead blemished with a sickly, ghostly pallor.

For the first time in his life, Niall felt helpless. With the gift of fire he could not give her the same fiery strength; with the gift of wind he could not blow the disease away from her body; and with the gift of stone he could not grant her the slightest hint of fortitude. Instead, like stone, she crumbled.

The last day of summer approached. Summer went, and with it everyone else but the couple.

As wheat ripened, Niall held his lover in his arms. How weak and helpless, how fragile and broken was he! Ailis, weakened by the worsening fever, slowly raised a hand to wipe the tears from her other half's face.

With an almost silent voice, she sang. "So that come famine or plague or war / Its magic will keep us alive."

Niall shushed his partner with a kiss. Ailis closed her eyes, her last breath blowing her hand away from his cheek.

Then, right then and there, all the birds and the beasts of the aspen grove emerged and sang. They chirped and roared and bleated and squawked, heralding heaven to bestow its magic. Niall parted his lips from hers and, through teary eyes, he saw Ailis breathe once more.

The world witnessed the first act of healing - one born of love, like all magic. Rather than once more becoming the benefactor, Niall himself bestowed upon Ailis a gift he crafted from his love. It was the gift of healing, of recovery. No one knew what came of them after a year's story, but we could rest easy, knowing that they enjoyed each other's company, that they cherished the embrace and the kiss they shared.

Fall came.

•-•-•
The Squire With The Polished Sword

At the northern edge of a kingdom there lay a small shantytown. It was poor and poorly defended, and its people remained somewhat safe behind crumbling walls of cracked stone.

One day, the villagers heard distant howls from the woods. "Wolves," they thought - "why are they howling in broad daylight?" The day after, a pack of wolves attacked the village, trampling over wilted crops. The guards were far too under-equipped to fight back and were dragged back to the forest by the vicious wolves. The villagers, too scared of the threat but incapable of fighting back, sent a messenger to the kingdom to ask for help.

The king, reluctant to help such an insignificant group of people, sent in three of his army's servants to fight the wolf menace. The king, convinced that these three cannot fight off the beasts, promised them a generous reward: Enough gold to last them a lifetime.

A few days later, the men reached the village. The first of the three to arrive was a stableworker, in charge of tending the horses; the second was a blacksmith's apprentice; and the third was a squire in charge of polishing the blades.

"I have a foolproof plan," said the stableworker. "Wolves are like horses - all you need is food to befriend them."

So on the first day the stableworker set off alone, a bale of hay his only companion.

The wolves, clearly displeased with his offering, ate him and left the hay alone. The guards later found the hay and returned it to the village, feeding it to the livestock instead.

On the night of the first day, as they mourned the loss of a comrade, the blacksmith's apprentice remembered his roots. "I know how to make a sword, and how to wield it too!" he said with pride, humbling the squire. "Tomorrow I'll go and slay the wolves!"

So on the second day the apprentice went into the woods, sword in hand. It was no match for a pack of wolves, however. His sword, still wet with blood, was all that was ever found.

The squire was all that remained. He wasn't as skilled in combat as the blacksmith's apprentice, nor was he as knowledgeable about animals as the stableworker; he only knew how to polish a sword. And that's what he did through the night.

On the third day, the squire ventured into the forest, the sword in his hand polished into a lustrous sheen.

It didn't take long until the wolves found him - it was, after all, broad daylight then. His knees shaking, the squire raised his sword above his head. The sunlight shone brightly on the blade and bounced to the squire's head, setting his hair on fire.

As he screamed in agony, the wolves, inherently scared of fire, ran away, never to be seen again. The guards found the squire later that day, rid of all his hair. They called him a hero, and he returned to the kingdom triumphant.

•-•-•

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Author: Prof. Alvis C. Guiscard

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Author: Zhou Lin (Compiler and Editor) Shu Wei (Original Poet)

Title: The Scarlet Empress Anthology: Poems of the Scarlet era

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Translator: Dr. Sudhir Mishra

Title: The Truth Behind The Legend: The Girl and the Pixies

Genre: Diary (partially translated).

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The Girl and the Pixies
Foreword.

As by popular request, I have translated the remnants of the diary known as the diary behind the popular fairy tale 'The Girl and the Pixies'. Sadly enough, there are multiple difficulties to counter when approaching this work.

For example, most of the text in it is no longer readable, which means that quite a few parts required guesswork to be filled in. Furthermore, the entire thing is written in a halfling script that has gone out of use long ago, and the fact that it was written by a girl that was barely literate doesn't help either. It is also clear that the girl didn't write on a daily basis, as she sometimes wrote multiple entries on a single day, while she also skipped writing in it for entire weeks. Due to this, it is hard to put up a consistent timeline. Another complication is our inability to use secondary sources for feedback, as the reality behind the diary (and the very real existence of this girl) would get tangled up with the popular fairy tale about her, of which most is pure fiction.

Up until this date, the following is the most coherent version I managed to put together, even though some entries are still lacking. As I dig deeper into the story, I hope to recover and translate the remaining parts.

Entry 12

Dear diary. It's finally time for my plan! Tim said he would help me cross the river, so I can finally go look for mommy in the swamp. Daddy said he stopped searching, because she wouldn't be there anymore, but I don't believe him. I'm going to the swamp to find mommy, and then bring her back. I'm sure he'll be happy as well. We can soon be a happy family again.

Entry 13

Dear diaiy. It worked! Tim helped me get over the river with his daddy's boat, and now I'm in the swamp. It isn't nice here though. My feet got all dirty, and one time I almost got stuck in the mud. I'm also getting hungry, but that shouldn't be a problem, as I've bought an entire pack of cookies.

Entry 14

Dear diary, I got thirsty, but I couldn't find the river anymore, so I tried drinking some of the water in the swamp. It tasted weird, I don't like this anymore. Hopefully I'll find mother soon, then we can leave again together. It's getting dark right now, and it's really scary, so I'll just go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

Entry 15

Last night was really bad. I didn't sleep well, and it was really cold and scary. I also had to throw up. Maybe it is due to the water from yesterday, as it tasted weird. The swamp isn't nice at all, and I haven't found mommy so far. I'm not giving up though, as I'm brave.

Entry 16

It's getting dark again, and I'm a bit scared. My belly hurts a lot, and I'm cold. The swamp has this weird smell here, and it makes me get dizzy. I also can't see much, because there's a lot of mist everywhere. I wish daddy was here.

Entry 19

Dear diary, something amazing happened! When I woke up, the swamp was all gone! I am now in this really nice forest, and there is this purple little person that brought me some berries. After I ate them, my belly stopped hurting. The creature also showed me to a lake with really clean water, so now I don't have to drink dirty water again.

Entry 20

Today, I tried talking with the little person again, but she didn't reply. However, I'm pretty sure she's a she, as she looks to beautiful to be a he. Since she doesn't speak, I decided to call her Indigo. She showed me the way to a bush with berries, and they taste really nice, and they didn't make my belly hurt. It's also not cold here, so I like it here. However, I really miss daddy, and I didn't find mommy here.

Entry 23

I've been talking to Indigo a lot, but she doesn't say anything back. It doesn't matter though, as I can tell more about Indigo myself. You see, she's a really, really, really amazing magic person! She can do all these sorts of amazing things, and she studied at a place were all other tiny people gather, and where they all do magic things, so she's really smart as well!

Entry 32

Dear Diary, I forgot to count the days, but I'm sure I've been here pretty long now. Today, I fell down, and I hurt myself really, really badly. I couldn't even get up. As I was crying, Indigo suddenly flew off, and I was really afraid she left me. However, she didn't, and she came back with another little person, this one green. She then touched me, and I suddenly started to feel a lot better, and the pain was all going away! I've decided to call her Emerald.

Entry 37

Pixies. I've decided that Emerald and Indigo are Pixies. I've already told a lot about Indigo, but Emerald is pretty amazing as well! She's also really smart, and she is a make-better-person for all the other Pixies! If any Pixie doesn't fell well, they got to Emerald, and she'll make them feel all better!

Entry 44

Dear Diary, sorry I didn't write in you a lot. I've been having a lot of fun with the Pixies lately. However, there was this really scary monster that we saw today! It had these really big teeth, and it looked like it wanted to eat us! I ran really, really fast, but it almost caught me. However, another Pixie suddenly flew in front of it and distracted it, so I could get away.

Entry 49

Today, Tangerine showed up again! That's what I called the Pixie that saved me from the monster. She's one of the strongest Pixies, and she's really fast and agile as well! She's also really fun to play with, and we've been playing all sorts of games! I wish mommy and daddy could play with us a well.

Entry 61

Indigo brought me to a very special place. It was a place where there were really, really many Pixies. I couldn't even count them! It was nice place, and Emerald and Tangerine were there as well.

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Dear Diary. The monster came back, but this time there was more than one. They killed some of the Pixies and ate them, and then they came after me... I managed to climb up in a tree, but it looks like the monsters are still there. I'm really scared. I want mommy and daddy to be here with...

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The following is the abstract of an interview held by Chief Superintend L. Campbell, whom interviewed Inspector S. Keen regarding the death of Earl P. Ellsworth. As ordered by miss Victorique, we are sending this abstract to all major news-outlets in the country. We have included all the available audio-files as validation, which we have only miss Victorique's foresight to thank for. Let it be known that we are the True Justice Movement. We strive to end the corruption in our country, and the following shall provide the world with evidence that miss Victorique has given up her life in order for justice to prevail. We will tolerate this corruption no more, and as of today, the world will learn about everything miss Victorique managed to uncover whilst working for the police, starting with this interview.

“Mister Keen, are you aware of the reason we are conductiong this interview?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, then I will get straight to the point. Keep in mind that anything you say may directly influence Victorique's fate.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Three days ago, Victorique ignored direct orders and ended up killing mister Ellsworth. Is this correct?”
“Yes, but...”
“Yes or no, mister Keen.”
“Yes, sir.”
“During the events that lead up to this tragedy, did she break any rules of conduct?”
“She... She did.”
“Do you believe that she was clear of mind, and that she was fully aware of the consequences of doing so?”
“Yes, but...”
“Quite!”
“Sir, please, if I may.”
“You may not!”
“Yes... sir.”
“Has she ever shared with you any of her intentions for doing what she did?”
“She believed it was the only way to get rid of one of the most dangerous criminals that has ever lived in our age, mister Campbell.”
“Need I remind you that the court has ruled in favour of mister Ellsworth's innocence on five separate occasions?”
“No, sir.”
“That makes this simple. Victorique disobeyed orders, and committed first degree murder. Her motive was entirely based on her own false accusations against mister Ellsworth.”
“Sir, with all due respect, we all known that mister Ellsworth is a criminal.”
“You are speaking far out of line, mister Keen. If you cannot refrain from such actions, I will have to arrest you for assisting the murder on mister Ellsworth.”
“Sir.. I...”
“You have worked with Victorique during all four years that she has been a special investigator for our police force. Is that correct?”
“Yes sir.”
“During this period, she accused mister Ellsworth of a variety of criminal activities seven times, of which five cases were brought to court. He was deemed innocent at each occasion. Do you believe this may have caused Victorique to harbour a personal grudge against mister Ellsworth?”
“With all due respect, sir, everyone knows Ellsworth is guilty of everything she claimed he was guilty off, and probably even more.”
“Mister Keen!”
“She has always been an example for our force, sir. Nobody has managed to solve more cases than her, and she did all that at such an incredibly young age.”
“Stuart!!!”
“Apologies, sir.”
“She disobeyed a direct order to cease all ongoing investigation regarding mister Ellsworth, and proceeded to murder him.”
“Sir, it was self-defence.”
“Do you have evidence?”
“Sir, I can testify on her behalf. She only fired her weapon after mister Ellsworth reached for his own weapon.”
“I repeat, do you have evidence?”
“No, sir. However, I saw it with my own eyes, I can test-”
“No! You cannot. As of now, you are accused of assisting in the murder of mister Ellsworth.”
“Sir, surely you can't...”
“Yes, I can.”
“Please, sir. My family needs me, I can't loose this job, I can't afford to go to jail for this...”
“I know Stuart, I know.”
“Isn't there any way I can help Victorique.”
“Not if you wish to keep your job.”
“I... I understand...”
“Victorique will be sentenced to death tomorrow.”
“What? Sir, after all she's done for us...”
“You will testify against her.”
“Sir, please, I beg of you.”
“You will tell the judges the following.”
“This isn't right.”
“Victorique entered mister Ellsworth's residence without permission, and proceeded to murder him when she encountered him. Her motive for doing so was her delusional belief in these false acquisitions she holds against him.”
“Isn't there any other way?”
“There is not. Unless, of course, you wish to be found guilty of aiding Victorique in committing this murder.”
“...”
“If you testify against Victorique tomorrow, we can deal with your involvement behind closed doors. At the most, you will face a month of suspension for disorderly conduct.”
“So this is how it goes...”
“The choice is up to you.”
“I'm sorry Victorique... Mister Campbell, I have decided to testify against her.”
“Smart choice kid. I'm sure you'll make it far.”

The above should speak for itself, but this is only the tip of the iceberg. Starting today, we shall begin to release all information that was given to us. The public will know of all the misdeeds, and we urge everyone to rise up against this corruption! We are the True Justice Movement, and today we rise up for what we believe in. Justice for all! We dedicate this first of our victories to miss Victorique, as we would still be living in ignorance without her. May her martyrdom become the fuel for True Justice in our society!

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I think Ill leave this as is. I proof read it as a grammatical thing. This is actually supposed to be a bit of lore for a potential character i *might* make.

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To everyone who has read our words and taken them to heart, we thank you! To all the brave men and women who marched the streets with us in protest, we thank you! With your strength, we can end this era of corruption, and bring forth an era of True Justice! The courage that each and every one of you have displayed in the face of corruption and police brutality has earned us new information regarding the depth of the government’s corruption. What follows is the most crucial piece of information we have obtained, a testimony by one of the former directors of the Prodigy Program himself. Upon seeing what we, the people, were capable of, he decided to gather his courage. He told us one of the many tales that have longed weighed heavy upon his ageing heart. It has been edited into a more readable format, for Mr. Hill often strayed off topic or lost the words to continue during his story, forcing us to rewrite it. The original version will be published separately to confirm the legitimacy of our edited version.

My name is Jonathan Hill, and I have served as the director of the government's Prodigy Program for five years. I was transferred there after working at the Ministry of Welfare, when the previous director of the program retired. Before I started working there, I used to think of the program as an effective way to help talented children, whose bright futures were taken from them due to circumstances beyond their control. To give orphans a new home, and hope for the future. This couldn't have been any less true.

During my time as the director, I've seen many children come and go. If I had the time for it, I would've told you about all of them. Each of them deserves to be known and praised, each of them deserves to be remembered. All these children had talents, real talents, like they had gained direct blessings from the gods themselves. Little Lucy, whom could play any instrument she was given with the skills of master. Peter, whom fluently spoke seven different languages when he was only ten years old. John, whom could easily go through formulas that even most professors avoided. Sharon, whom had memorized more than a library worth of books, letter by letter. However, I cannot tell you about all of them, nor do I have the ability to confess the sins I committed against them, to explain how the program took their talents as if they were its own…

I can, however, tell you about two of them. Savio and Victorique. They are the only children whom I have known for the entire time that I worked there, as they arrived short after I was appointed. Victorique was a five year old halfling, whom came from an orphanage in Marseilles, after it was discovered that she was already playing chess against some of the game's masters. To this day, I still don't know the origin of the Divine boy, Savio. Even I, as the director, was not allowed to know everything. At the time, I assumed that this was merely kept from me out of concern for Savio's privacy. I should've known better. All I know was that he refused to speak to us during his first years in the orphanage, and that he was around the same age as Victorique.

The first two years of their stay were relatively normal. They had to go through a very intensive program, being taught a lot in little time. However, I saw nothing wrong with it, as they were prodigies, after all. It started to change when new directives came in from my superiors at the ministry of welfare. Apparently, the results weren't good enough, and we had to proceed with even harsher training. At first, we merely used firmer words. When that didn't improve the results, some of the staff proceeded to lay their hands on the children. I never told them not to do so, and for that, I am guilty of the same crimes as them. Beating them didn't help. In fact, things got worse, and results plummeted. Even harsher rules were put in place. No results meant no food. If they didn't memorize something by the next day, their toys would be taken away. They had to stay up until twelve at night, and were woken up at five in the morning. Even for us, the staff, it became an unbearable schedule.

I never managed to stop it. I kept saying that it was in their best interest. When they would gain a better future, thanks to this training, they would thank me. That's what I kept telling myself, those were the lies that I used to sleep at night. Why didn't I see then what I see so clearly now? Why didn't I realise that we were turning the talents these kids displayed into their biggest nightmares, that we taught them that their talents only lead to suffering? We were taking away their youth! They were just kids...

Victorique and Savio. They got it the worst. Savio, he was so compassionate. He never said a thing to the staff, but we knew he was different among the other kids. He always tried to cheer them up, to help them whenever he could, to give them hope. As a result, he kept lagging behind on his own work, with increasingly brutal punishments as a result. Victorique was different. She simply didn't seem to care. If someone dared to beat her, she would glare at them with eyes that seemed ready to kill them, rather than that she would start to cry. If she wasn't given food for a day, she would simply wait until the next. She didn't own any possession, we had taken everything away from her. She didn't care, it was as if silently rejecting everything was her way of fighting us, and it was effective. People were disturbed by her behaviour, they said that she wasn't a normal child, that she was more like a doll. The other kids though the same, all of them, except for Savio.

I've seen Victorique smile. Once. It was after Savio first talked to her, having approached her on his own accord. To this day, I don't know what he said to her, but from that moment, he often visited her, whenever he knew we weren't paying attention. We punished him and Victorique for their meetings, telling them to focus on their studies instead, but it didn't stop them. However, both their scores gradually increased, and after a year, they were getting the highest scores. That's why we decided to close an eye on their meetings. After all, results were the only thing that mattered to us.

When Victorique and Savio were nine years old, they were challenged. A small group within the ministry of welfare had started to oppose the Prodigy Program, so they told us to show us what the best of them were capable of. Victorique was chosen to solve a crime the police got stuck on. Savio was tasked with deciphering a manuscript that had kept many brilliant minds puzzled for decades. They both succeeded in their tasks, with even better results than expected. After that, things went downhill in rapid pace. Now that everyone knew what the prodigies were capable off, people started bidding money from them. Not just for Victorique and Savio, but for every child in the program.

That is, I believe, the sole reason the program was erected. Can you imagine how surprised I was to find out that everything was already in place for others to hire, or even buy, these prodigies? That's when it finally hit me. We weren't giving these children a future, we were building them a cage. We started selling them off like they were goods. All the suffering we've put them through wasn't for their own sake, but for the sake of those who wished to use them, or rather, abuse them. These kids started to curse the talents that had brought this fate upon them, rather than to celebarte a brighter future.

That's why I quit my job. Do you think I am a coward? Don't tell me, I know I am. From start to finish, I kept telling myself lies, and when I could no longer do so, I ran. I've been silent about all this for more than eight years. Eight years... I'm a criminal, a lowlife, a horrible human being. What these children went through, under my supervision, what I allowed to happen to them... I'll go to hell, I'll surely go to hell. If only I could somehow, somehow do something to set this straight, if only for a little bit...

That's why I'm telling you this. That's why I, as cowardly as I am, finally dare to speak up when I see others around me raise their voices for justice. It's too late for me. I can't be saved from the sins I committed, but this country, this country may yet heal. I heard what happened to Savio, and to Victorique... They were good children. They were troubled, and they were plagued by what we've done to them, but they were good children...

After this, Mr. Hill kept rambling incoherently, about how he was fated to fall into the deepest pits of hell, and about some of the other prodigy children. However, it is clear for everyone to see. The government has committed unforgivable sins in the way they treated these children. We are not tools to be abused by a government, we are the foundation upon which the government may flourish or fall, and now, ladies and gentlemen, it is time to make this government crumble. For too long has it allowed wealthy and influential criminals to roam free. We, the True Justice Movement, shall continue to fight for our country! We will make a promise to all of you. We will not rest. We will not falter. We will not halt. We will not waver. We will not give in. We will not give up. We shall persist until True Justice is finally welcomed in this country. Whomever you are, wherever you are, whatever you are, you are welcome. You are welcome to aid us in building a brighter future for all of us! We stand together, not divided by species, race, gender or history, but united under our common goal of True Justice. We would like to dedicate this statement, and all those whom will follow our call through it, to the children whom suffered through the Prodigy Program. They were not given surnames, and they were only called by government-given names. As such, we can only remember them in silence, for even their true names were taken from them.

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Author: The True Justice Movement

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Today marks the seventh month of our rise, as well as the seventh month after Victorique's death. With the material she provided, we have been able to start a movement far larger than any person could ever imagine. Many more joined us, and many more will. Each day, more fuel is added to the fires within our hearts, further igniting our burning desire for Justice. The corrupt state has come to fear us. The people have come to respect us. Together, we can win our fight for True Justice.

However, times are increasingly tough. Many of our companions have been arrested for printing and distributing these newspapers and pamphlets. I myself was almost captured by the police, as they are desperately trying to put an end to our practices. They cannot do so. Everyday, more people dare to shed light on the corruption. Everyday, more stories are told and printed. Each of us focusses on printing short, direct and honest stories, unveiling the widespread corruption throughout the government piece by piece. We are allowing everyone to see the government's ugly face in full detail. I am merely a single soul among many, if I fall, others will take my place. If my stories are silenced, other stories will be made to echo throughout all of our society. Victorique started a fire, we turned it into an unstoppable inferno. I am merely a servant of Justice, making his own contribution to a cause far greater than any of us.

That is why I have been granted the honour to share one of our biggest stories with you. A few days ago, we were contacted by Gabriel Roberts, the most trusted man in Earl P. Ellsworth's inner circle. He told us everything he knew about his employer, about all his misdeeds. The only thing he asked in return was to be spared from the mysterious killer going after the families, one of which was lead by Earl P. Ellsworth. Sadly enough, we know nothing about this killer, which we clarified to him. Even so, he promised to tell us everything, and to hold nothing back, in the hope that the killer would read this, and show mercy to a defeated man. It is not up to us to decide his faith, but it is up to us to share his story, and thus we will do so. What follows is a transcription of the first part of the interview we conducted. The second part will be printed in a later edition, for we cannot keep our printing press running for long, as the risks involved are ever present.

“Mister Roberts, could you start by telling us how you came to work for Mister Ellsworth?”
“Of course... Let's see. I guess I sort-off grew up with it? You see, my father worked for his father, and I was raised with the intention that I'd end up working for the family as well. My father managed to become pretty important, being the head of security and all, and I sort-off followed his footsteps. When my old man died, I took over, and when Ellsworth Senior died, I kept working for his son.”
“When was the first time that you noticed their involvement in something illegal?”
“Now that's a good one. Let's see... I saw my dad empty a round in some poor bastard's guts once, after Ellsworth told him to off the guy. I was like seven, maybe eight.”
“Do you remember the reason?”
“The guy used to be part of the family, but he was stupid enough to withhold some of the money he earned from Ellsworth. You see, Ellsworth was pretty strict. Any money you make goes to Ellsworth, and he pays you back what he thinks you should earn from it. It's to make sure that nobody is embezzling money or anything like that. The guy figured that didn't make more than he'd be paid back, so he decided to skip the trouble of presenting it to Ellsworth. Bad choice.”
“Did murders like this one happen often?”
“Monthly, I'd say. Although there was a period where it was almost a weekly occurrence. There was strife between the Ellsworth's and one of the other families, the one with all those Unholy folks. It got messy, enough so for Ellsworth to have killed almost a quarter of his own people near the end of it, in an attempt to root out their spies. I guess it worked though, as we've managed to come out on top at the end of it all.”
“What other crimes do you know about?”
“There was a daily business of money laundering. Theft was pretty common, as the family tended to just take whatever it wanted. There were some folks making and selling drugs, some of them specialised in dealing in all sorts of illegal goods, and some others smuggled them. There were even some assassinations at times, although mostly between the families themselves. I guess the only no-go was rape. Ellsworth always made it pretty clear that he was against that kind of barbaric stuff. He was a weird one, in that regard. He once stabbed a pregnant woman to death for trying to steal money from him in cold blood, but rape was a step too far for him. I guess it might have something to do with how he was conceived, but that's off topic.”
“To what extent was the government itself involved in these crimes?”
“Are you kidding me? They were involved in all of it.”
“Could you elaborate?”
“A fair amount of the cops were paid off, other cops were smuggling or selling drugs themselves. Nearly all of them knew what kind of things were going on. In fact, the Chief Superintend... What's his name again? Cowbell?”
“Mister Campbell?”
“That's the guy! He's the dirtiest bastard out of all of them. The guy tells cops and gangsters alike to do all sorts of dirty-work for him, getting wealthy from the shadows. He and Ellsworth were best palls for a while, which granted Ellsworth immunity to any sort of prosecution. Believe me, they tried to get him arrested multiple times, especially that halfling kid. She even got him into the court six times, but Ellsworth knew whom to pay to get off scoff free. I'm still surprised she eventually just shot him herself.”
“Can you tell us more about these cases?”
“Sure. Let me think... The first wasn't long after Victorique became an investigator, I think. She was still a bloody kid, after all, like ten or so. It was crazy to see her doing that kinda work, if you ask me. The case in question was something with drugs... Ah, right. Victorique traced drugs right back into the largest drug-lab operated by some of Ellsworth's goons. She tried to get all of them arrested by the dozens, having spent some crazy amount of time to make a stack of perfect files that strongly connected them to the drug-lab. That alone wouldn't have been too big a problem, as Ellsworth could just give up on them and start anew somewhere, but that kid didn't stop there. The little bugger continued to trace things back through the archives until she could provide enough evidence to show that the property on which the drug-lab was located was owed by Ellsworth.”
“How did Ellsworth manage to get that case dismissed?”
“He didn't need too. Campbell decided to do his pal a favour, and declared all Victorique's evidence as faulty. He claimed she didn't follow procedure.”
“Was there any truth to that?”
“Heck if I know. I just know that the kid was spot-on with her conclusions, and that Campbell knew that fully well.”
“What about the other cases?”
“There were seven more. Three counts of murder against Ellsworth, but one of them didn't even make it to court. The other two were dropped after a scapegoat testified and got convicted in Ellsworth's stead. There were also two money-laundry cases, but those didn't make it far in court, as half of the police was also involved with those. Victorique had to give up after realising that even the judge himself was put under pressure to drop the case by criminals and cops alike, and that he would never dare to convict anyone. Victorique also went after me once, as I had gotten a bit sloppy with an assassination. I was lucky that Ellsworth hated Victorique enough to pay off the judge for me, otherwise I'd have been arrested for sure. You see, Ellsworth normally believes that someone stupid enough to get caught shouldn't be worthy of serving him. That said, he ordered me to kill her afterwards.”
“Did you try to do so?”
“Of course. She was a bloody kid, so I wasn't eager, but better her than me. Turns out the kid ain't no fool. She's equally good at finding someone than at staying hidden from them. Fuck, I spent a lot of money and time to hunt her down, but all I got back were corpses. Turns out she lived up to the shoot first policy. It really sucked though, can you imagine having to explain you're not able to capture a halfling kid?”
“Not exactly...”
“Well, it ain't no fun, that much I can guarantee.”
“You mentioned seven more cases, but you only told us about six of them, what was the last one?”
“Are you trying to shift topic? I'll have to disappoint you if it's because you don't like talking about murdering kids, cause the seventh case is about just that. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's why Victorique managed to keep trying so hard to get Ellsworth arrested.”
“Please continue.”
“Alright, alright. This case happened just after her first run-in with Ellsworth, the drug-lab one. You see, Ellsworth wanted to try some new stuff out. With his biggest drug-lab shutdown, he figured he might as well invest in a newer and better one. Of course, we're talking about Ellsworth, so he decided to pay back the halfling while at it. He hired some shady company that employed kids from the Prodigy Program to do some research into making drugs that were cheaper and stronger, because he knew Victorique was from the same program. Some kid called Savio was among those whom were forced to work on it, and that kid was crazy smart. All those chemical formulas and stuff, it was nothing to him. On paper, he just translated manuscripts or something, but in reality he was busy with chemistry, creating a whole new generation of drugs.”
“What was the company called?”
“No clue. In my line of work, it's better to know less.”
“Did Victorique find out about the case?”
“Yeah, she sure did.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It was a pretty nasty night, that much I can tell you. Ellsworth sent me there to clean-up, after Victorique had gone there by herself. All of our guys were shot dead, and the drugs were set aflame. From what I gather though, that kid, Savio. They killed him in the most horrible way you can come up with. You see, they had this drug-waste, really nasty stuff, the stuff that makes all the fish die if you dumb it in a lake somewhere. They injected it straight into the kids blood-vessels, must've hurt like hell. I'm not sure why, but from what I saw... They probably did it to torture Victorique. You see, here's what I think happened there, that night. Victorique had tracked the drug-lab down, knowing that Ellsworth had started operating once more. Considering this was only her second run-in with him, she probably didn't know just how much of a bastard he was, so she must've thought she still had a chance to arrest him if she just managed to catch him once more. So, the kid goes to the drug-lab herself, only to find out that her childhood friend is there. How do I know it's her childhood friend? I don't, but it'd make sense. You see, I think Victorique went in with her weapon drawn, shooting down everyone in sight. I don't think she shot them dead though, you see, a lot of them were shot through the knee-cap. She probably didn't shoot to kill back then, intending to arrest them all instead. However, one of the guys fled to a back-room with Savio and locked himself in. I guess that's when they started to inject that drug-waste into the poor boy, telling Victorique to bugger off, as they'd keep going if she didn't. Now, here's the crazy part. I'm pretty sure she actually planned to leave, but the guys fucked up and killed Savio. That's when she must've snapped. Forget arresting people, she shot every single one of 'em. No more bullets through the knee-cap, head-shots only. If the guy hadn't killed Savio on accident, they'd have all lived, but now they had made the little halfling snap, after which she killed them all. By the time I arrived, the fire had just started, but considering it was drug stuff that was aflame, I couldn't put it out. I had enough time to look around, pick up some valuable stuff whilst figuring out what happened, and get the hell out of there.”
“That's quite a story... How did Ellsworth react when you told him about all this?”
“He laughed, and said that we now had a new torture method. He also suggested I'd keep an eye on that Victorique. He told me he thought she could be an interesting addition to our ranks. Little did he know she'd end up killing him instead.”
“The case that eventually got Victorique executed.”
“Ironic, ain't it? She shoots the big-guy himself, yet he still gets his revenge on her from beyond the grave.”
“Can you tell us about what happened that evening?”
“In full detail, but it'll be a long story.”

This interview, as you can all conclude, shows how deep and widespread the corruption in our government is. It shows how much influence a criminal like Earl P. Ellsworth can have on our society. Politicians, police, judges, they were all playing by his whims. All of them are in the grasp of corruption. That is why our movement is so important. How many more innocent lives need to be ruined before this corruption is weeded out of our society? None, if it is up to us! Mister Roberts has seen the many wrongdoings he committed during his life. Despite his tone in the interview, he later expressed his deepest and sincerest regrets. He says that he is willing to face Justice and imprisonment, in exchange for his life. With his boss dead, and with the families falling apart and fearing the murders committed by an unknown assassin, he said he will lay down his arms and surrender. 

As you can see, our opponents are starting to falter. We are winning. Stand with us, for we are ever growing stronger. The government may try to silence us, but we will only speak louder. The government will try to murder us, but we will speak, even from beyond the grave! We will not rest, we will not falter. We are the True Justice Movement!

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Author: The True Justice Movement

Title: Earl P. Ellsworth II

Genre: (Underground) Newspaper / Pamphlet

Classification: Public

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As we promised, we worked around the clock to deliver this second part of the interview to you, our loyal readers. The government is trying to crack down on us, even more than before, and it seems like this might be one of our last prints for a while. Due to their fear of us, the government has taken control of all printing presses throughout the country, making it far more difficult to hide our activities. Know that the coming lack of prints from us does not mean we aren't moving forward. We, the True Justice Movement, will keep on moving forwards from the shadows, to bring whatever we find in the darkest corners of our corrupt society into the light of Justice.

Where we left off with the previous part of the interview:
“The case that eventually got Victorique executed.”
“Ironic, ain't it? She shoots the big-guy himself, yet he still gets his revenge on her from beyond the grave.”
“Can you tell us about what happened that evening?”
“In full detail, but it'll be a long story.”
“Please tell us.”
“Alright. You see, Victorique had been piling up evidence against Ellsworth, but all of it kept getting rejected. All her attempts to bring him to justice failed. That's why she decided she'd bring justice to him instead. I'm not sure what flipped her switch, so to say, but I'm sure it was flipped quite badly.”
“What do you mean?”
“I knew Victorique's habits pretty well, the result of my failed attempts to eliminate her. She wasn't someone to act carelessly. She always had back-up plans for her back-up plans, so to say. However, this night, it seemed like she had walked straight into Ellsworth's residence without any plan whatsoever.”
“Do you know why she came there?”
“Yes, she was invited.”
“Invited..?”
“Yeah, invited. Remember, by then, Victorique had become a considerable thorn in Ellsworth's flesh. She had brought him to court multiple times, closed some of his most profitable drug labs, and kept getting his goons arrested. Due to my failures to get rid her, Ellsworth decided he'd deal with her by himself. Now, I'm not sure what he wanted to do, as he didn't tell me anything. He said that someone whom had failed to kill an underage halfling wasn't worth knowing these plans. All I had to do was to stand-by and observe. That's what I did. Ellsworth didn't even want me to get the rest of the guys over, he said he just wanted me to be there, even though I advised against it.”
“And Victorique accepted the invitation, just like that?”
“Yes, just like that. Ellsworth didn't even bother trying to threaten her if she didn't come, he just sent her an nice card with an invitation to meet him in his residence, and she decided to come.”
“Didn't you think that was strange?”
“Of course I did, but what was I to do?”
“You're right. Please tell us what happened next.”
“It was in the early evening, with the temperature finally dropping to more agreeable degrees. Ellsworth was playing billiards with his butler when she walked down the path towards the house. Of course, I had to resist my urge to shoot the little bugger. Seeing her walk up there as if I hadn't tried to murder her countless of times pissed me off. That said, I followed orders and just stood by. She got invited into the house, and Ellsworth and her sat down for a cigar.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“What happened next?”
“Ellsworth asked her if there was any way he could get her to switch sides. She refused. He then asked her if there was any way he could convince her to stop her activities against him and his organization. She refused again. After that, he asked her why she was so adamant on brining him down, even though she had to realise that she could never do so.”
“How did she reply?”
“She lectured him. She told him that he was one of the fundamental flaws of civilizations, that people like him were the scum of the earth. She told him that his actions lead to the suffering of countless of people, and that she simply couldn't stand by and watch it happen. She told him about the gruesome deaths he caused. The people whom died due to the drugs he put on the black market, the executions, the shootings between the families, the armed robberies gone wrong. She told him about the people whom lost their loved ones, about children without parents and parents without children. She even admitted that she personally knew Savio, and told him what great things Savio could have achieved during his life. Those were all things that Ellsworth had taken away, not just from Savio himself, but from the entire world. The strange thing is, she was talking about it as if she was just going down a grocery list. There was no emotion in her voice, nothing. It was almost scary. Even I can't talk about this kind of stuff like that, and I'm someone that committed half of those crimes.”
“How did Ellsworth react?”
“I can remember what he said almost word by word. He said; 'That, my girl, is business. Some lose, some win. This world cannot exist without making up a balance. I cannot make any profit without causing a loss for others. However, that is merely how this world was created. I am following the natural laws given to us, little one. You, however, resist them. You try to save the weak and continue to deny the strong.'”
“Is that really how Ellsworth thought about his crimes?”
“Yes, he was always like that. However, do you know what was even stranger? Victorique didn't seem to disagree with him.”
“What?”
“This is what she said. 'You are correct, as I have always been fighting the world. However, that is exactly what separates us from the animals. Animals merely breed and die like they are supposed to, while we can strive for so much more. We created civilizations, cultures, we invented medicine and surgery to increase our lifespans, we denied gravity by creating aircraft, and some say we might even go to space one day. Our species achieved much due to its constant defiance against the world and its natural laws. I'd even dare to say that to deny the world and its natural laws is what it means to be free.'”
“How did Ellsworth react?”
“He laughed. Then he told her that his own freedom was shown by his ability to follow along with the natural laws, and to deny the laws that culture tried to place upon him. Victorique was about to reply to that, but she was cut short when Stuart Keen entered.”
“Do you know why he was there?”
“To stop Victorique, of course.”
“What made him fail to do so?”
“Yeah... That one's on me. I pulled my gun on Keen, and told him to back off. Back then I didn't know who he was, and as I didn't know why he was there, I didn't trust him at all. As a result, Victorique pulled her gun on me, and told me that I should back off instead. Before I knew it, Ellsworth had used to opportunity to fire at Victorique. However, the guy never was a good shot, and he missed. Victorique's return-shot didn't. I saw my boss' head get splattered through-out the room. I surely thought I was next, but Keen suddenly shouted 'stand down' and for some reason both me and Victorique did so.”
“What happened next?”
“My boys came running in.”
“Didn't you say that Ellsworth wanted you to be on your own?”
“He did, and I didn't listen. I had them stand-by a bit outside Ellsworth's place. I figured we could make sure Victorique would die the moment she left the property.”
“What kept them from trying to shoot Keen and Victorique?”
“I did. I've seen how many of our guys Victorique got killed, and now that my boss was dead, I wasn't eager to risk my life or the lives of my guys for it. I told them we'd retreat.”
“And Victorique allowed you to do so?”
“No, it seemed like she planned to shoot me in the back, but Keen stopped her. He told her it wasn't worth it.”
“She listened to him?”
“Yes. If it was just her own life on the line, I'm sure she'd have started firing, and that she'd have kept at it until she was dead or until all of us were dead. However, she seemed to like Keen enough to abstain from involving him in a battle to the death.”
“What did you do, after all of this?”
“I retired. I told the boys to spread out, and to move countries if needed. Ellsworth didn't have an heir, and I wasn't eager to take over. Truth be told, I was trying to get out of the business for a while, but lacked the courage. This was my one and only way out, so I took it.”
“Do you know what happened to Victorique afterwards?”
“Nothing more than you. She got arrested for murder, and Campbell did his old pal a final favour and got her executed.... Actually, now that I think about it... It was probably to silence her, rather than for the sake of Ellsworth. You see, she had started to gather evidence to prove that Campbell was working for Ellsworth. I realised that when I found one of her hide-outs. Campbell probably seized this opportunity to silence her. With both Ellsworth and Victorique out of the way, there was nobody left to testify and show his corruption. I mean, with the way our laws work, people like me wouldn't even be eligible to testify even if I wanted too.”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes, that's why I'm talking to you.”
“Why?”
“I realised I cannot retire from the sins I committed, not until I've paid for them. Even if it means that I'll pay for them for the rest of my life. Your movement is growing rapidly, and the government is being exposed left and right. People from your movement, people from the government, people from the other families, some mysterious murderer. They're all after me because of what I know. That's why I figured it's best to just throw it all into the open. If everyone knows what I know, nobody will have to kill me to keep it silent any-more.”
“So, you will continue to testify?”
“Yes. There is much more to be said, about many more people.”
“Do you see this as a way of atonement?”
“No, I merely see it as a stepping stone towards it.”
“Very well. The True Justice Movement shall continue to hear you out, and we shall continue to publish your stories.”
“Thank you.”

Sadly enough, we could not keep our promise. The day after this interview was conducted, mister Gabriel Roberts was found dead, his heavily mutilate corpse dumbed in a random back-alley. The government refuses to investigate his murder, and claims it was a simple case of criminals settling their scores among each-other. We, the True Justice Movement, know that this is a lie. The government feared what mister Roberts had left to say, and so they silenced him. Although he was a criminal, and although he was heavily stained by his sins, he managed to become our brother in our search of True Justice.

That is why we, risking our own lives, bring you this second part of the interview. The government is no longer passively trying to silence us, they have drawn their arms. Now, I ask of you, what will be next? Do we pick up arms to fight violence with violence? Do we repay death by killing more? No, we will not do so. We are the True Justice Movement, and True Justice cannot be found by adhering to the darkness of the underworld.

Yes, we must work in the dark, and we must stay in the shadows. No, we must never allow this darkness to enter our hearts, or the shadows to enter our minds. At any time, we must be ready to step into the light without having to fear that it might blind us. Know that we won't be gone, that our lack of new prints isn't due to a lack of strength. Know that we are only resting, preparing to strike again when the time is ripe. True Justice doesn't die out, and our search for it is like an eternal fire. Remember, my friends, in the darkest night, the faintest light is blinding.

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Author: Prof. Erkan S. Bonner

Title: The Progressive Unholy Society

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Author: James P. Sullivan

Title: SOULs and their Ethereal being

Genre: Journal

Classification: Classified

Note: In order to comply with the new rules being added, I have added more to my book

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SOULs (coined Summoned Original Unique Life) are beings that possess incredible physical prowess and tasked with the protection of the world. They are former mortals that have contracted themselves with the world and gained immense power as a result, being invulnerable to most conventional forms of damage (such as metal bullets and not being able to bleed). Perhaps a legendary hero from the ancient ages that did not wish to have his glory end all too soon or simply a struggling young boy that wished for nothing more than to protect those he cared about, SOULs are drawn from every point in time and space regardless of origin. The world imbues them with necessary knowledge and then sends them into countless dimensions with the mission to erase any source that might result in a catastrophe or disaster.

Once a contract with the world is formed, their mortal bodies are left behind as their spirit is drawn to a location only known to them:

The Throne of Souls.

A place where conscious existence is impossible and devoid of any other purpose except for the storage and collection of souls. It is singular and across all dimensions and worlds, only one Throne of Souls exists. Whenever action is not required, SOULs remain on standby here. With the lack of a passage of time, whether someone has remained for centuries or even millenia is the same as a single second. Once a SOUL has received a purpose to act, he/she/it will be sent out into the world in ethereal form. However, upon fulfilment of their duty they are drawn back to the Throne of Souls. Additionally, SOULs are not permitted to retain any irrelevant memories pertaining to their stay and are only allowed to keep part of their combat experience in order to let improvement continuously follow. As such, even if they revisit the same world countless times, it will be just as if it were the very first time. However, they do retain the memories of their past selves and thus are given the opportunity to remedy or achieve something they wanted, yet could not in their lifetime, in exchange for abiding to the contract.

Furthermore, the Throne of Souls also contains regular souls that inhabit various lifeforms. Upon death, the soul of organic beings return to the Throne and are then reused in the cycle of reincarnation. Normal Souls, upon having reincarnated many times and/or performed great deeds in their lifetime, may also be elevated to level of Greater Souls and are then gifted the capability to be reincarnated as SOULs.

-Credit to this information goes to an unknown source, although Astraea was kind enough to provide the info for me!

Of the many inquires I have made into the subject of SOULs (Explained in other currently unreleased books OOC), I have found the fact that they themselves are made of Ethereal essence to be the most interesting. Of this study, I have found that their clothes are also included in this.

You see, SOULs do not wear clothes in the same way that you and I do. In fact, the clothes themselves are bound to their Ethereal Essence. When a Mortal dies, their clothes stay on them, but when a SOUL dies, their clothes disappear as well, showing them to be Ethereal just like they are.

SOULs tend to wear the clothes they died in, but I have met a SOUL by the name of ██████ ████████ (Name was later obscured to assumed anomynity) who changed his clothes daily. This is an interesting phenomenom, as I assumed that they were normal mortal clothes. I found out, however, through his multiple fights, and ones that he managed to die in, is that his clothes, no matter what they were, disappeared along with him. I questioned ██████ about this, and he replied that he just 'willed' the clothes to be worn. In this way, ██████ was able to wear clothes as a SOUL that he could in real life! The process was simple, he simply wore the clothes for a straight 24-hour period, and, even if he took off the clothes, then he would be able to wear the clothing that would desummon along with him!

I inquired into other SOULs' lives about this, and they did not know of this fact either! After I told them that, they were able to switch to clothing they wore for 24-hour periods before!

I attempted to get the SOULs to do the same with armor, and while it did work, the armor did not function the same way as it would in real life. Turns out, the armor only acts as simple clothing, using a very insubstantial amount of Prana to work, and because of this, does not function the same way their 'Astral Gear' will work. The same applies to any other clothing or armor that have different functions, and they all function as simple clothing.

I will attempt to do more research into this subject, but for now this is all I have figured out about this subject concerning the clothes.

The SOULs I have encountered have all been summoned with the ability to summon their own 'AG', or "Astral Gear", This AG has the wonderful potential to be many things, such as: Armor, swords, gauntlets, bows, guns, and even books! The property of an AG is different from the clothes that the SOUL wears, as they all actually have weight and potential to them. Unlike the clothing of a SOUL, which can easily shred in combat, an AG is tougher, and can withstand much more than their clothes can, and they even have the ability to block many attacks before breaking!

The Astral Gear of a SOUL, as I have just explained, can take on many forms, but what is interesting about them is the ability to use them effectively in combat. Take the books I mentioned, for example, not only can they wack an opponent on the head to damage them, they can even use the book normally! They can read from it, and even use incantations from it. (On a side note: Some of these physical incantations is required, just like some normal mages, and speaking the incantation without their book does nothing at all.

SOULs, being ethereal beings, are able to fight CS, or Calamity Seeds, unabated. A normal Mortal may have to have the gift of 'etherizing' their weapon, which takes some toll of out them, but a SOUL, being Ethereal beings themselves, do not! This allows them to be the best line of defense against the Calamity Seeds that have been appearing all over our world for the past ten years. Unfortunately, summoning a SOUL, while very effective in the long run, proves detrimental in the short run, as it takes an enourmous amount of energy to even summon a SOUL, let alone keep one summoned. Astraea seems to have an effective method, so far, but I can only hope it remains effective, or our world will be overrun within the months to come.

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Author: ??? (Editor: Rita Marter)

Title: The Pro-Human Alliance

Genre: Biography

Classification: Public

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Editor's Note: This book is to be read from the point of view of one from the Pro-Human Alliance, as it was written as such, however, we do not condone the practices used by the people in this society. There is no information of who wrote this book, and when, but the one who wrote it is definitely from this Alliance.

Some of the information in this book is from a fanatic's point of view, and facts will be skewed to fit their views. You have been warned.

Preface

Ever since Humans were introduced to the Elves, there have been conflicts between the two. Elves did not like that humans treated magic as a tool, something less sacred than it should be. In return, Elves forbid the practice 
of marrying and reproducing with Humans, and tortured and then killed humans who did so, while letting their elven comrades go free, albiet with the light sentence of banishment. To take up arms against this unfairness, we have formed this Alliance and have acted under it. Although the name suggests we are purely Pro-Human, the truth is we are fighting against the Elves who have condemned us so. We allowed them into our cities, and they treat us with hate in spite of it, not letting us explore their city. This society, even with its name, also houses Half-Elves who feel as if they have been given unfair treatment from the Elves, which isn't hard to believe.

Our goal is simple: Peace. If we can show them we are a powerful race and Alliance, they will be forced to treat us with fairness.

Editor's Note: Although this book reads they want peace, they do not show it. They inhumanely butcher Elves by the hundreds to accomplish their goal. Their idea of a peaceful world is one without Elves. Their goal isn't coexistance with the Elves, it's extinction of them.

Founders of the Alliance

The Alliance was founded by a group of 6, of those we are to not know their names. If their names were shared, those who oppose our society would go after them and the Alliance would collapse. Only through secrecy can our Alliance operate, and then we will have our peace. The only thing that is public knowledge about our founders is that they are great and powerful people. They do what must be done to allow Humans and Half-Elves to live without fear from the Elves. They all live unmarried, for if they were married, it would make it much easier to find them, and the Elves could cruelly blackmail their spouses to shut down the Alliance.

The Alliance itself was founded 9 years ago, with it becoming more public around 2 years ago.

Editor's Note: This sections is rather short, no other records of their founders have been made.

OOC Note: In a later version of this book, it is revealed one of the Founders have been discovered, but dead. His name was Adam Solevick, and he was found in the woods near Yvalia. Questions have been asked to the Police Force and Astraea to what they know about the man, but both companies have denied any participation in what was his death.

Members and their Duties

As a member of the Pro-Human Alliance, we carry out our tasks of maintaining the peace of Humans and Half-Elves who have come into contact with Elves. They need care and treatment if they are to survive with the PTSD the Elves have given them. One such example is a village in Arias, the name of which will not be shared as to prevent secrecy. This village hosts a fair number of Half-Elf and Humans, and will turn away any Elves who come near, who may be the ones who caused the trauma to the ones seeking shelter.

Members must also uphold their oath to never befriend an Elf, as Elves tend to betray you when you least expect it. Many of our members lost family or friends from the Elves, and this will only keep the members safe.

Most members do not actually do anything special besides these few things, but their donations help keep the Alliance afloat and will better our future on this world.

Editor's Note: In the first paragraph, the original author stated they "turn away" Elves. However, eye-witnesses report that the Elves were dragged into the village, then brutally tortured and murdered in front of everyone. Methods include: hanging, stoning, fire, etc. Even if the Elf had done nothing but walk past the village, they were turned into it, and dragged if need be.

This Alliance isn't lawful, they are evil.

This paragraph is also the last paragraph in the very short book. Either the rest of the pages were lost, or never made. Make no mistake, this Faction is evil, and you should avoid them at all costs. Steps are being made without this Alliance's influence, such as marriage between Elves and Humans becoming legal in more places than it used to be. It's still an accomplishment! The Pro-Human Alliance has made many steps to prevent this, such as when Yvalia, the city of equals, legalized Elf-Human Marriage. They attempted to sabotage the agreement, but in the end, the world is better off without them being able to accomplish their goals.

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