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Elizabeth: Proglue Jean Smith was laying asleep on the couch of her cabin when her horse's whiny came woke her. She rolled off the couch silently and walked to the door, her saxe knife in one hand, the other ready to open the door. Even though the whiny didn't have a danger warning, she was still careful. Time and training had taught her that.
She was, after all, a King's Ranger, and was taught by one of the best.
The sound of footsteps greeted her silence. A woman's, she thought, and she was running. Running from what? Jean thought, walking toward the door. The footsteps where getting closer, and she could hear the sounds of another set of footsteps-a man's this time- and the sound of a baby crying. Emily opened her door as the mother ran up, and thrust the baby into the Ranger's unsuspecting arms. Jean dropped her saxe and held the baby.
"Please Ranger," The woman pleaded looking over her shoul
The Heir: Chapter 1 Author's note: This may have some mushy scenes, if there are, well..Oh well. I do not own Thor, Loki, Odin or any other characters/settings used.
There are three kids in the Asgardian royal family. Jasmine, the oldest, Thor, the second, and Loki, the youngest. Jasmine looked out for her brothers, much to the surprise, and sometimes the horror of the guards that were assigned to take care of her.
Jasmine and Thor never got along. Thor claimed that, since she was a girl, that she couldn't rule like a man would rule. Jasmine would pull out her bow and quietly pull on the string until he would shut up. And he eventually did.
On the other hand, however, Loki and Jasmine loved each other dearly. They looked after each other and stood in the middle of fights between them and Thor. Loki always went to Jasmine if he couldn't sleep-She always knew the lullibye that would put him to sleep. And she went to him for a shoulder to cry on.
Emily's Backstory: 1Ranger Tom Wilson and his daughter, Emily, crested a hill, almost to their home in Caraway Fief. He sensed his daughter becoming uneasy, and he put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry." He said. "Its going to be fine."
Emily nodded, silently. She saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, and raised her bow toward it. A boy, no older than Emily, who was 7, came out of the trees, shaking. He saw Emily, and ran at her. Her dad, however, didn't like that, so he put his horse between them.
"You have to help me!" The boy cried. "My parents are dead and he's gonna get me!" Without another question, Tom scooped up the boy, and put him in the saddle in front of him. He and Emily put their heels into their horses and speed off.
Emily was asleep. It was half past midnight, and the room she now shared with the boy-who had introduced himself as Jeff- was silent.
Then a noise, most people would've ignored made her wake up. She kept her breathing deep and even, so the person in th
Hunger Games: 2 Jean stood up about to shout that she volunteered, when another voice broke the silence.
"I volunteer!" The voice called, frantically. "I volunteer as tribute!" Jean looked for the voice, and saw Katniss step out of the crowd. She and Jean locked eyes and a look passed between them.
"Well," Effie said, "What an unexpected turn of events here in District 12. Our very first volunteer. Well, bring her up."
Katniss was walked to the stage, and she walked onto it, feeling Jean's eyes on her. When she walked past her, she tapped her shoulder discreetly.
"What's your name dear?"
"Katniss Everdeen." Katniss said.
"Well, I bet my hat that was your sister."
"Yes it was."
"Let's have a big hand for District 12's first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen."
Instead of clapping, the crowd raised three of their fingers to Katniss. The final good bye.
"Now, onto the boys!" Effie Trinket walked over to the boys' bowl and
Beer for My Horses: LyricsWell a man, come on
Six o'clock news
Says somebody been shot
Somebody's been abused
Somebody blew up a building
Somebody stole their car
Somebody got away
Somebody didn't get too far, yeah
They didn't get too far
Grandpappy told my pappy
Back in my day, son
A man had to answer
For the wicked thing he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree
Round up all of them bad boys
And hang 'em high in the street
For all the people to see
And justice is the one thing
You should always find
You gotta saddle up your boys
You gotta draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles
We'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back
At the local saloon
We'll raises up our glasses
Against evil forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses!"
We got too many gangsters
Doing dirty deeds
Too much corruption
Hunger Games 1 Jean Hettigner was a Victor.
Everyone in District 12 knew that.
But she wasn't like Haymitch, the drunkard who stayed at home and lived in his own filth.
Jean always gave to the Seam, the lowest part of the district. If you didn't have enough, you went to her, and she would give you what you needed. She always had games set up for the kids in the Square. Games that all kids were invited to join. She gave the kids lunches the parents money and food, and other things they couldn't afford.
But even then, there was one family she was attached to.
Katniss, Primrose, their mother, who after all these years, Jean had failed to learn her name. She walked Prim and Katniss to school, wrapped in her dull gray cloak with the hood up. The hood was always up. Then she would take then home, Prim bending her ear about how good school was, and what different products were made from coal.
But Katniss, Katniss was the quiet one. S
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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