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Alright well for those who have no idea what this is, it’s a story. No me time, just my story. Something’s in this story may make you go ew. So run away screaming. Though if you’re brave, enjoy my fantasy tale of happy goodness. biggrin


The room was dark; I could feel the hardwood beneath my hands. I sat and waited for my drink to come by. The small inn had few people loitering, most in the darkest corners. Some playing poker, I could hear them cursing under there breath’s holding back from screaming in rage for their losses. I let my hand stroke the hard counter top, the wood felt freezing cold, my warm touch being snuffed out. Let me tell you more about myself... I’m what people call a tracer, I always thought they name sounded weird. It didn’t sound at all like what are abilities are, by the way you will be seeing me spin lies like a spider creates there web. Tracers are considered to be user's of dark magic, of course I could join a cult, and well I did join a cult. Though I left, I didn’t enjoy what we were doing, I knew it was wrong. So I joined a caravan, sadly I even had to lie to them they still think I’m a rogue! Tracers, have the abilities to make their dreams real. Yes, all of them, I could even recreate an entire world with enough practice. Though I like this world, I don’t want any of that peace crap. I like the thought that a giant army of orcs could raid this city and, kill every last one of us without the slightest of guilt or remorse. See, the easiest way I found to make my dreams real was draw them out, and release them. Like a butterfly escaping there cacoon. Now I still think you’re wondering why people think I’m a rogue, well I want to tell you. I can even enhance my abilities to make it seem that I am a rogue. It came really handy when I decided to join a caravan. Well let me tell you more about my class, not only are we a powerful threat. Though we are also the least, we have to be born with the will power to create are dreams. Not only that, though if were discovered we either have to fight, or run for our lives. Dark Magic isn’t tolerated one bit, now you know why I created so many lies. It’s my only chance of survival, in this world if you have one too many moles. You’re a witch and then smited. Though I can’t blame them, in a world were all light is being smothered up by darkness, it’s all we can do to keep our lights going on. Though we can’t avoid the inevitable forever, even I know. We will have to fight, that’s why I’m here sitting, waiting. In this so called City of Lights, I will soon learn that this has to be one of the most dangerous of cities. The door to my back slowly creaked open. Slowly I turned to face who the new charchter's face. It was the person who hired me to a few "things". With his white robe'd garments he stuck out like a sore thumb, you could hear a few snickers around the inn. I stood up facing the priest. "Hello, what took you so long? Powdering your nose on the street? I dont got all damn night."

The priest gave a cold glare, almost making me tremnble backwards. Though I managed to keep up. "You have heard the rumors about what happened at our church, have you?

I nodded to him, of course I knew. Who didnt. During a ceremony a few people who followed there faith in the light, of course didnt show. Not two hours later did we see there corpses splattered across the ground. "Im guessing you want me to find and kill whoever took there lifes?" My words were almost silent, a grin coming to my face. This was going to be fun.

"No... We want him alive, so we may punish him for there wrong deeds." He said matter factly.

Frowning a waved him goodbye "Have a nice night, and watch out knowing a place like this your going to get mugged." I strolled out the door, not bothering to see what he had to say. As soon as I had the chance I pulled my sketchbook out. Flipped to the right page, on it was a large bengal tiger. There wasnt anything unique about his appearance, though what he did have. Was the ability of speech, and even better to track whoever I want. Without the slightest scent. Alls I had to do was share a few words. Then they were mine. My hands touched the soft page, with my fingers I slowly dug inside of the page, not harming it at all. Inch by Inch I slowly snuck inside of it, grasping what I wanted, from my very dreams. Then tugged, pain surged threw my hand like it was being gnawed off by the very creature I created. With a yelp of pain, my hand was free and so was the tiger. "Long time friend."

"Constantene, glad to be seeing you." Hes deep voice thundered, though it was almost gentle and almost made you feel... safe.

"Whats it been like lately inside my head?" I grinned knowing his answer, though its nice to talk about something.

"Chaotic... just the other day I had to keep my tail away from the pirahna infested lake... your not making it to easy on me. " He chuckled and padded over to my side. " Constantene, I would like to know what you have called me out here for..." He knew what I wanted... he wasnt happy either. Curse his gentleheart.

"I need you to find someone... I wont make you hurt them. I promise." I looked down at my feet frowning. Knowing very well what was coming next.

"Your a fool Constantene! SHE will slaughter you!" He snarled at me, I jumped back from the sudden anger, I quite forgotten how scary he could be.

" Its your job to do as I say, I didnt ask for your permission. I asked you to take me to them. " Even he knew he couldnt stop me. He was my creation. He is my child. He kneeled before me, and I saddled onto his back. " Go. " With his powerfull hind legs he jumped into the stone wall and ran up it with ease. He leaped across the rooftops and laughed at the almost ant like sized people. Then, then we were there. The very church that saw the entire show of the massacred corpses.

" She is here. She is waiting, her bow is at ready. Constantene, if you die... so do every last one of your dreams! I still want to live! Dont think about yourself here... think about me. Consider all those precious lifes that you created. Every detail of there lifes created by your elaborate mind..." He trailed off and looked away as he faded into the sky.

" I have to do this..." I found my way off the roof top, and stood stareing down at the door. Im ready, with all my will I pressed forward pushed open the door.

A voice of a small sad angel, her eyes innocent as the cutest of critters. Her hair glistening like a soft pink, cupcake. Her face and body perfect. Almost as if I looked at her to long a sin was born into the deepest part of my heart. " Constantene... its been to long."

"Euphemia! Why are you here... and, even a better question. Why arent you with her?" I glared at her knowing that innocent angel could cut me into a ribbon lace.

" Stop worrying Constantene... im not here to kill you, I stopped killing for tonight. I promised it to myself. Though what we do want, is YOU. Constantene, with your powers... This world will be ours. Dont hide yourself any longer." She spoke truthfully, whenever she lied you could see her tear up. Though I couldnt go back to them. I cant, I couldnt.

" Euphemia, I wont. I wont sin anymore!" I pulled out my pristine knife that glowed like moonlight. Even she felt fear of that blade. Though myself? She knew that I wouldnt even get the chance.

" Constantene! You ARE a sin. Your lies are sins! Join us, so that this world will worship you like the goddess you truly are!" She was right. I was a sin. Though atleast I could do some good to this world. I rushed to her my knife readied to slit her throat. I was only a second away. I could send her into oblivion! " Please... dont kill me. " I stopped my knife about to ravage her waiting body. That was probably the biggest mistake in my life. " Constantene, if you wont come. Then im just going to have to-"

"Constantene!" I turned my head there standing in the moonlight was Nayokay. The leader of our caravan, backing away from the small angel. " I know who you are!" She pointed her finger at the small angel. " If you are one bit at what I think you are, it would be best to run now and save your life. "

"Gladly..." The small girl walked past me I felt a piece of me die, and when she left the door. I knew I was in for some hell.

" Your one lucky rogue you know that?"

Hope you liked it, yes it was just a bunch of rambling but I’m still young. I’m sure I will learn to write better stories sooner or later.