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emmaline meets her destiny

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Emmaline  sighed as noticed another missive in the magical box her father made so long ago, the faint glow of blue residing in the grain shining as bright as it did, the day he made it. Opening up the note she read it with barely a mind on it’s letters. Her mind, recalling the story of its origin; the musical mysterious man with the blue shimmer, her siblings came upon when they were young and the magical beans that propelled them into this business and it’s wealth. The name of her cousin from the mountains caught her eye and she found herself reading a second time and then a third, a quest? Lou was coming for a visit in the name of supplies and possible information some jewels the mountain king deemed important? Maybe this was her chance! Maybe she could find her way, her passion and destiny, her assurance this was for her. The rest of her family have long since left the business management to others, falling more and more into their passions. Her parents built this business from thei

A Katja Creation story

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I wasn't up for much today so we didn't anything too active. Screen time, and blocks. I worked on making videos. My editing skills take me a lot longer then I thought! Enjoy this little creation story I wrote this weekend! “I have a story for your child, much like other stories you've heard. However, you must listen and listen well, for it may one day serve you when you least expect it.” “A story grandpa! For me? Oh, thank you!”  “There was a planet much like this. The planet had a job to do, and do it they did for every new cycle, the planet grew and grew. First, it formed its own armor for its fiery soul. As it armed itself, it found its thirst quenched in the form of water.”  “Water, water all around, and all of it to drink!” The little girl giggled. “Yes, my child. And as it drank and soaked it's new plated armor it discovers pockets and puckers and oh how it creaked and crackled while it grew! Until one day, these pockets and puckers found homes on the water's

Aleen and Iz...short short story by a Katja

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  “Aleen! Aleen! Take your sister and go to the market with this pig of ours! See that you get SOMETHING out of her!” Aleen looked up from his model flying machine to where his mother was waving at him through the window. He stuffed his machine in its sack and hefted it over his shoulder. “Aye, mama,” the boy called and strolled over to his sister playing nearby. “Come along Iz.”; he said, taking her hand and trudging to the barn where the pig in question was routing around. Along the winding path to the market, they spotted an old man looking torn and worn, though Iz could see a hint of something glistening every time the man moved. As they grew closer, the man shouted, “Oy! That’s a find hog; you got there! Where be you taking the beaut?” Iz shuffled closer to her brother but answered bravely, “To market, good sir. We mean to sell her.” ”Sell her, you say!” The old man said. “Well, might an old worn weary traveler rest upon her back to this place, which you are going?” Aleen, curious

today's post: a scene created by a katja!

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You wanted to see me, my king?” the young knight asked bowing low. “Yes, my daughter.” The knight slowly rose, keeping quiet. “Have you knowledge of the other clans? Of the jewels, our fair kingdom is named from?” The knight thought a minute, finding her gaze landing on the queen. “Legends, sir. Of mythics residing low and high to...guard its treasure. The jewels of great power that provided means for our great clans in wealth...and destruction.” “Hmm, it is true, power can corrupt the greatest of us. There is a quest if you'll have it? You will meet with adventure and danger to be sure, as well as those rascal cousins of yours!” “My cousin's, grandfather?” the knight questioned, dropping all formality. “What would I want to do with those bloody goons!?!” “Luna!” The queen gasped. “ Those bloody goons, as you call them, have means and motive for this quest. Research, maps, muscle, and brains to match!” “Aye,” the king replied, “ and if the stories are true, you'll need thei