ironically the only people without horns this season (out of those who want them) areren and big b. the guys who litterally live on "goat mountain"

so anyways im manifesting that when they finally do get their horns atleast one of them gets sing. and theyre not clued into the anti rancher horn club so they dont know why they arent being responded to

bonus points if ren gets seek and big b gets. say. i dont know. ponder.

and big b is the only one responding to ren and the sing horns.

till grian shows up and gets big b caught up and drags him off to be his new soulmate or whatever his plan is.

so ren is left alone. left alone with a sing horn that no one else replies to

that only 2 other people will reply to

so anyways i am manifesting rendog + rancher duo = sing trio

DUMPLING ch 36

She watched with a muted fascination at the gathered giants. Though she was really only able to see the world passed the tree trunks of their legs, she was well able to sense their tension. It was almost as though she could smell it, like metal and upturned earth. Guards in their red leather armor stood close to the King, hands resting upon many hilts, ready to lunge and defend their liege.  

Under the thickening dullness of her mind, Nenani heard the wind-chimes. With difficulty, she braced herself against the lipper barrels and forced herself to stand onto shaking legs.  

The metal dome entrapping the serpent rose up, accompanied by the grunting efforts of Farris, Saen, and Avery. A black thing lunged out of the dark, once gleaming black scales now marred with gray and bleeding pot marks and burns in a crisscrossing patterned all over its body. Guards struck down with their swords to block the creature from slithering away between their legs and gave Yale just enough time to move. Yale lunged down upon it as it tried to slither away in another direction, pushing his entire weight down onto the snake’s body and gripped the back of its neck just below the thing’s jaws. It writhed violently beneath him, bucking the giant up and off of it as though he were nothing. Large black coils looped around his neck and squeezed.  

There was shouting and the scurrying of many legs, the unsheathing of swords and there was yelling. Loud enough to drown out the world. But suddenly, she didn’t feel the presence of the lipper barrels against her back and the snake loomed large and enormous before her, its body continuing to curl itself around Yale’s neck and chest and she heard her friend wheeze pitifully. There were many hands trying to pull the creature off of him, swords pointing down at him, aiming for the snake, but far too close to Yale. She weaved around the forest of dark leather boots and broke through the throng of them.

Her hands were up and all she could see was the frightened eyes of her friend as they stared down at her and it summoned from within her a bitter hatred that burned her from deep inside and the angry red and yellows of her flames shifted into a vibrant blue and white that turned the moisture in the air to steam. The fire that had before swirled around like water and vapor hardened into distinct shapes, vines with thick wickedly sharp thorns and they fell upon the serpent, ripping and burning its flesh. Wide furrows were racked across the creature, ripping it open. All around her the giants gasped and involuntarily stepped back, panicked whispers rippling through them in waves.

The snake recoiled at the her fire and she fell back, pulling it with her and she heard Yale take a loud gasping breath as the many hands of his fellow cooks grabbed him and pulled him out of the snake’s weakening hold. Someone was yelling her name.  

The milky white of the serpant’s eyes met her own, close enough to feel the heat of his breath on her face and her arms shook terribly as she held it there, her mind feeling as tight and brittle as a thread pulled too taut and ready to snap.

“You’re majesty! Now!”

The glowing blade of the dagger sunk into the serpent’s skull with a sickening schlk and the milky white of its eyes drained away to reveal deep amber irises just before they rolled back into the dying creature’s skull and a black mist crept out from the corners of its mouth. Maevis began to chant something loudly above her and the black miasma swirled about as though the magician’s words agitated it, hurt it, and then all at once the whole black mass of it was sucked upwards. Upwards and into open mouth of a glass jar held in the magician’s hands. He slammed a stopper into it once the black mist had settled inside. Only then did Nenani release her hold and the blue vines misted away into plumes of white steam and she fell back onto the ground, gasping, and black overtook her senses.

……………………………………….

“Hold her still,” said a voice, far off, but familiar. “That’s it. Now we just...”

“Is she breathing?”

“Stand back, dammit!”

“Go sit down, Yale!”

“IS SHE BREATHING?!”

Something pressed up against her chin and forced her head back and something shockingly cold was poured down her throat and she jolted to alertness. It tasted medicinal and spicy and it made her want to gag.

“Easy now, little one,” Maevis said, his voice gentle but tense. “Don’t fight, just drink. As much as you can.”

His voice was oddly commanding and she took several long gulps of air before she allowed more of the medicine down her throat. She felt as though she was drinking gallons of the vile brew before it stopped and she was allowed a respite. Laying in someone’s arms, she gasped and coughed, everything tingled alarmingly and her head swam and pulsed with a painful headache. She opened her eyes to see Farris’s worry stricken face above her and Maevis standing back, slipping a small flask back into his pocket.

“She’ll be fine, Farris,” Maevis said, his face set into a grim frown. “The potion’s done it’s job.”

Farris’s starred down at her and she was at a loss for what emotion she saw. His brows were narrowed, but his eyes were unfocused. She felt his arm around her pull her closer to his chest, one hand curling around her shoulder and rubbing her arm lightly.

“How do we keep that from happening again?” He asked Maevis, voice quiet and not sounding at all like himself.

“I’ll come up with something,” Maevis replied. “Her magic is all out of sorts and unfocused and spills out all at once. It needs a cap or any time she uses her fire...well. She runs the risk of...”

“So she can just drop dead?” Farris growled. “Just like that? Stop breathing and die?”

“It’s a danger all elementals face when they first come into their magic, Farris,” Maevis replied. “If they drain themselves too much too quickly, it could stop the heart.”

“Maevis,” came the voice of the King. “Do you know of a way to prevent her from spilling her magic like that?”

“I have a solution in mind. It’ll only take me a moment to procure it.”

“Then please, see to it. Once you have it, we will convene in the great hall. There’s much we need to discuss about what is to be done now.”

“Your majesty,” Maevis replied and Nenani heard his footsteps grow quieter as he left.  

“Farris,” said the King, “Please see to your staff and all what needs to be tended to. I will have Donal send you some support workers to help get everything back in order. Do not be too concerned with dinner service. We’ll manage well enough with what we have in cold storage and be content. Now, where is Haiyer?”

“I have ‘im here, yer majesty,” came Bart’s voice. “He’s ain’t hurt none, just rattled a good bit.”

“I will send Lolly down in a moment to come collect him. For now, however, I will take Nenani with me. I don’t want Annie to hear of what happened until her daughter is recovered.”  

“Aye,” Farris replied dully and Nenani was shifted about in his hold and laid into Warren’s outstretched hands. She was too weak to protest or ask questions so she laid passive in the King’s arms as he issued several more orders before leaving the cook camp. She closed her eyes for only a moment and then suddenly they were in a corridor, the air much warmer and smelled of dusty tapestries and old wood. Time seemed to slip between her fingers like so many grains of sand and she closed her eyes again for what seemed like only a few seconds before she opened them again and she was no long being held by the King, but nestled in a thick padding of soft fabric on a very large and long table. Glancing up, she found the ceiling to be a dizzying way up, far higher than any other ceiling she had seen in the castle. Many large windows lined the impossibly long room and in between each was a long ornate tapestry that glistened as though woven with gold thread.

“...some sort of fixture, a lantern maybe. Place them about the castle grounds.”

“And these would alert us to the mage’s magic?”

“Yes. We will need a good many of them, but I believe this will be our best chance at preventing what occurred today from repeating itself.”

“Yes, about that. What did we see exactly, Maevis? I don’t recall ever hearing of a Silvaaran fire mage do anything like what I just witnessed.”

“To be honest, sire...I am not entirely sure myself. Her mother’s bloodline is old and to the Silvaarans’ way of thinking at least, pure. Her being a fire mage is hardly surprising given her heritage. Her father’s bloodlines however are, from a magical standpoint, very unassuming. Very little to any magic at all. But the potency of Nenani’s magic I find to be...quite shocking. I’ve never seen a fire mage transfigure their flames like that.”

“When she was revealed to be a fire mage, I took it upon your authority that her fire was harmless. What she did today was far from harmless.”

“She’s only a child, sire. She wouldn’t...”

“Let us not mix words here, Maevis. She is a child with the power to kill. She is an untrained, wild mage.”

“The amulet will help. She wont be a danger to anyone...”

“...unless she feels threatened. Which you know just as well as I how probable that is. Especially now. She experienced that first hand did she not? One of the rangers? When she first arrived?”

“Ah, yes. I believe she did.”

“And if such an incident were to happen again now that she is bloomed? Am I to be content with a dead ranger?”

“I will work with her. She’s a smart girl. She’ll learn how to control it with some time.”

“I do not need to be told of her virtues. Nor do I hold any ill will towards the poor girl. But we must be sensible about this. Annie said that she had put a seal on her once before. Would it be possible to do so again?”

“...If at all possible, sire, I would very much like to avoid that option.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ve already tried once before. The Princess’s original seal broke...it broke weeks ago. When the wyvern attacked.”

“The wyvern?” A long pause. “So it wasn’t you who...”

“No. No I wasn’t the one to kill the wyvern. It was her.”

“...why did you not inform me of this at the time? Why did you lie and say you had slain it?”

“...I was scared for her. I thought...that if I could seal her again, everything would go on as normal. But the seal...it hurt her. She complained of pain constantly. The seals were never designed for the mages’ comfort, quite the opposite in fact, and I hate that I ever did such a thing to her. So if at all possible, I would like to keep her unsealed. I do not know what kind of seal Oira could manage, but...”

“Maevis, I appreciate your devotion to the girl, but we must remember the people of this country, this Kingdom. We serve them as protectors and this mage, Aidus, is a very real threat. We cannot allow ourselves to be distracted this way.”

“I do remember, your majesty. But I cannot turn my back on her.”

“Nor am I asking you to. If this amulet does as you say, then the matter is settled. Once she has recovered some, you will begin instructing her on how to manage her magic and we will revisit this at a later time.”

“She was only trying to save Yale. They are very close, those two. And anger is a very potent fuel for mage fire. She must have buried a lot of it for so much to pour out of her.”

“I do not doubt you, my friend. And the fact that no one else was burned tells me the truth of it. But she cannot be allowed to wield such power without the tools to do so responsibly and safely. As you say, she is only a child. And one who has been through much. In any case, it might prove a useful distraction for her. A constructive outlet...”

Nenani lay within the fabric, numb and filled with emotion at the same time. What had she done? She made the King angry. He sounded so angry…she didn’t mean to do it. But she did and even as she regretted it, she was still all the same glad she had. She couldn’t let Aidus take someone else from her. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. He couldn’t have Yale. Or anyone.

Never again...

“Nenani,” came the King’s voice above her and she jerked in surprise, looking up to find him frowning at her. “You must calm yourself, child.”

It was only then that she realized she was all aflame and the fire pulsed when the surge of fear hit her.

“I’m sorry...” she said quietly.

Maevis stepped up behind Warren and reached out to pushed the fabric around her away, a gloved hand tucked itself under her shoulders and eased her up so she was sitting. “Don’t be scared,” he told her. “You’re all right now, Nenani. I have something that I believe will help with your flames.”

Something glistened in his other hand and he carefully placed a metal chain around her neck, using the tip of one finger to carefully lay the large amulet down. A familiar fire opal the size of a goose egg rested heavily against her belly, the chain being so long on her. She starred down at it, the colorful flecks of iridescent colors within the stone shining when it caught the light. There was pressure in her belly and a the feeling of something pulling at her and pulling inwards. The flames that danced around her faltered and died as the stone began to glow. After only a few moments, the light died away and she was her normal self.

Maevis grinned in clear delight and relief. “I call that a success!”

The King too looked relieved and nodded. “I am glad,” he said with a sigh and then leaned down slightly to peer at her. “Now, Nenani, did you hear what all we were just discussing?”

Without meeting the King’s eye, she nodded. “I didn’t...mean to do anything bad. I just...He’s taken so much from me already. I wasn’t going to let him take Yale too. I...I don’t even know how I did all that...I just did.”

“Do you know what happened after?” asked the King and she shook her head. “You stopped breathing, little one...”

“I...I did?” she asked looking up at him, her belly doing flips with unease.

“When an elemental uses all of their magic,” Maevis explained. “And I do mean all of it, it’s potentially fatal if emergency actions are not taken. Such as the potion I gave you. You’re newly bloomed, Nenani. And as such, you do not know how to regulate the flow of your magic. So when you used it as you did, it poured out all at once. That potion I gave you was a restorative.”

She suddenly realized why Farris looked the way he had and she bowed her head feeling shameful. After all the time having him worrying over her, she went and did it again.

“But, don’t worry!” Maevis was quick to add, tipping her head up gently with a finger. “I am going to teach you how to manage your magic so it never happens again.”

She nodded mutely. “So...did it work, at least? What you were trying to do?”

Maevis nodded. “Yes, I was able to extract the essence from the serpent. It’s locked up in the library under seventeen layers of protective spells and I may still add more tonight.”

“At least it worked,” she offered inanely.

The King nodded. “It is our hope to have a warning beacon in place soon. Maevis believes he can use the captured essence to create a barrier spells to detect the mage’s presence should he attempt to enter the grounds under guise again.”

“Which reminds me,” Maevis said, looking to Nenani with a serious expression. “How was it that you knew the serpents were Aidus’s avatars?”

“I didn’t. Haiyer did,” she replied and seeing Maevis’s bewildered stare elaborated. “He...he has an imaginary friend who he said told him to hide because there was one of Aidus’s snakes around.”

The King was not able to fully suppress the dubious smile that came to his lips. Looking to Maevis, he asked “Do you think he might be a mage as well, Maevis? That he may have sensed Aidus?”

“I do not think it so, but I haven’t had a moment to study the boy properly,” mused the Magician. “He is of the age where any magical talents would begin to show. Though...foresight is awfully rare and I’ve never heard of it appearing in the Silvaaran bloodlines.”  

    “I don’t...I don’t think it’s him,” Nenani said, earning herself the attention of both giants.

“No?” asked Maevis. “Why is that?”

“When he was telling me about her –his friend,” she said. “He said she was a fairy, but Mama and Lolly said fairies aren’t real.”

Maevis nodded, grinning a little.

“So you don’t think it could be a real fairy?” she asked.

Maevis and the King shared a look. “No, dear,” Maevis replied with a light laugh. “I am afraid it far more likely the little prince merely imagined this fairy friend. They are only to be found in folk tales and children’s stories.”

“But then,” she said. “How does he know who Bertol is?”

Maevis’s patient eyes narrowed and his mouth turned into a sour frown. “Bertol?”

“Haiyer said that his fairy friend lived in the mountains with a giant...named Bertol.”

Beside him, the King laughed. “Bumbling Bertol? Wherever would the boy have heard of him?”

But Maevis looked pensive. “He wouldn’t have. At least, not that I could imagine. If he does have foresight, it might explain him knowing the name. But until I have a moment with him, I could not say for sure.” Maevis tapped his lips idly as he considered the information. “Nenani, that little stone of his. Where did he get it?”

“I gave it to him when we were still out in the wilds with Keral. He was scared so I just picked up a rock that looked pretty and told him it was magic. To help him calm down. It was just a rock I found.”

Maevis’s eye opened wide, his mouth hanging open agape and he said nothing for several long seconds before he then started to giggle. Warren looked to the magician in mild confusion. “Maevis?”

“You just told him it was magic? That’s all?”

“Yes...” she replied, unsure and a little bewildered by the magician’s reaction.

“Oh my goodness,” he said, breathing heavily and then turning his gaze to Nenani, eyes bright with mirth. “My dear child. That was a blue quarts stone! You remember what I said about stones of power? That rock is a minor stone. A quarts.”

Nenani just starred, confused. “Huh?”

“You charmed it,” Maevis replied with a grin. “You implanted a piece of your magic inside when you gave it to him.”

Nenani opened her mouth and then closed it again as the King began to laugh. She regarded Maevis with pure befuddlement. “Wha...what? You...you can do that?”

Maevis nodded, wiping at his eyes. “Yes, dear. You can. It’s the same principal that works with that fire opal there. When presented with magic, it’ll pull it inside the stone. The greater the stone, the more power it can hold. A minor stone cannot hold much, but a simple charm would fit nicely. When you gave little Haiyer the stone, some of your magic was pulled into it. Charming it.”

She sat there dumbfounded and perplexed at the idea which only seemed to make the pair of giants chuckle more.

“But then,” she asked, “How does he know about Bertol?”

Maevis was unable to provide an answer, but decided that once he had a moment and things had settled, he would examine Haiyer to see if the small boy had in fact came into his magic, but instead of another young fire mage, they had a young oracle. And somehow no one bothered to notice.

“Oracle?” Nenani asked, unfamiliar with the word.

“Someone with the gift or foresight. The ability to see the future.”

“So...is Bertol an oracle?”

Maevis snorted distastefully. “Not in the least.”

“I didn’t think Oracles were real,” Warren admitted as he slipped onto one of benches alongside the long table.

“Exceedingly rare,” Maevis replied, taking a seat as well. “But they do appear in contemporary sources. Perhaps the Queen may know more.”

“Why would she know about Oracles?” asked Warren.

“Oracles are almost always found among the water mages. The water element lends itself to foresight. Her majesty would have grown up on tales of water mages, being from Ibronia.”

The King looked thoughtful and nodded. “I will ask her tonight.”

Wherever the conversation might have lead to was interrupted by the large set of doors at the far end of the room flying open and several giants pushed their way inside with quick and deliberate steps. They marched with purpose and brought with them a stiff and uncomfortable air, riddled with anxiety and anger.

“Your majesty!” said one of the giants at the front of the group. He was a giant of medium build, but his form was puffed out by a lavish green coat of fine embroidery with fur lined collar and cuffs. His face was set into a decidedly disagreeable frown and he seemed to be covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Warren sighed and rose up from the table to meet the group. “My Lords,” he said to them collectively and then to the green coated one, “Lord Eldherst.”

“Is it true?” the green coated giant demanded. Nenani was a little shocked at how brazenly the man was speaking to the King. Lord or not, it seemed horribly rude and Nenani found herself a little offended on behalf of Warren. She knew none of the faces and it was then that she realized all of them were dressed in fine doublets and jerkins and coats. Some had jewels on their hands or around their necks. They were more richly dressed than the King.

“My lords, there is nothing to fear,” said the King, his voice both commanding and reassuring at once. “The threat has been dealt with and precautions are being put into place as we speak.”

The green coated giant huffed through his nose. “Do you mean to say that the fire mage has been cast out, your majesty?”

There was a sickening drop in the pit of her stomach and she tried to duck down into the fabric around her. Maevi’s hand rested on the table not too far from her and he very slowly began to inch his hand towards her, his eyes never straying from the group of Lords. The King stood stiffly, taking in each of their faces, and then addressed Lord Eldherst.

“No, sir. She has not,” he replied cooly. “Nor will I.”

The man did not seem to like that answer at all. “Your majesty, it is dangerous to have that thing on castle grounds!” Brown eyes abruptly turned her way and Nenani ducked into the fabric. Maevis’s gloved hands reached out to her, abandoning all pretense, and pulled her to him and folded the cloth around her more securely. Sweeping the entire bundle up, Maevis rose to his feet. The green coated man’s face turned a strange shade of pinkish purple and he waved an angry and accusing finger at her. “That thing should be brought to the Hill tribes where it’s chaos can be contained in a place of less importance! The west wing is destroyed, the kitchens are still in pieces, and now we have giant serpents coming onto the grounds and attacking our staff! That thing is cursed and we should rid ourselves of it before someone is killed!”

The large group of agitated giant lords all murmured sounds of agreement and someone from the back yelled out, “Here, here!”

“My lords,” said the King, his voice echoing through the hall. “I hear your concerns, but I must remind you all; your grievances are with the one who had caused these misfortunes and I assure you, it is not a little girl to whom your wrath should be aimed. As you all have been informed, what we face is indeed a human mage, but it is not Nenani. The young Princess is not our enemy.”

“Yes, Princess. As you have said, my liege. But is it not true that her mother was struck from the Silvaaran royal house? Her name removed from their records? What debt do we owe still that we haven’t already paid that we should take in and honor the dubious status of a human woman and her bastard?”

“Maevis,” said the King, his words sharp and angry. “Take Princess Nenani to the library and see to her recovery.”

“Yes, your majesty,” Maevis replied with a graceful, if not stiff, bow and he turned, covering her with fabric and shielding her from the eyes of the gathered lords. Underneath, she shivered and swallowed against the lump in her throat. The day’s events played inside her mind and she recalled the look of her fire when it turned blue and took the form of vines with thick thorns, sharp and curved. The gasps from the guards around her. The King’s anger. Lord Eldherst’s fear.

What did she do?

Gods above, what did she do?

10 PROS & CONS OF MASSAGE GUNS FOR RUNNERS

People that are always trying to find the very best & best method to call home through hard races and workouts. And who could blame individuals? The capacity to recuperate quickly means athletes may endure education hard, which theoretically, means advancement to getting a quicker, stronger runner. Of course, each time a fresh restoration technique or even product reaches the endurance community, then it is inclined to show viral. Compression socks. CBD oil. Epsom salt tub. Percussion / vibration massage firearms are no exception for the principle.

In reality, as I write this article, every advertisement that this is appearing within my own interpersonal networking packs is to get an alternative new rub gun down. Apparently everybody is expecting on the bandwagon, from quite long recognized restoration application brands, to businesses you may possibly have definitely never been aware about. Thus, what's the offer with percussion / Percussion Massager firearms? Achieve they actually get the job done? Let us dig deeper.

A massage is actually a handheld resource which massages muscles by supplying rapid bursts of force at concentrated, short-duration stimulation. Think about a mini-jackhammer, especially parts of your muscles.

The notion is the fact that the movement and impact, frequently called shaking treatment, helps loosen tight and sore muscle, very similar to that of a massage, in addition to stimulate the flow of blood to aid one to increase healing.

The massage firearms are an average of battery powered, also have various rate settings to change the intensity out of the massage. The majority of those massage firearms arrive with interchangeable minds to concentrate on different muscle tissues and portions of the human body.

Let us first discuss the advantages of these massage programs for runners.

Decreased DOMS

For anyone not familiar with the definition of, DOMS is the tender, tight experience which pops anywhere from 24-28 hrs after a powerful work outside or race. It's brought on by microscopic tears which ofcourse occur in muscle fibers throughout exercise. DOMS isn't simply embarrassing, however it might interfere with future work outs by leaving you sense too sore to work out, or inhibiting movement routines as a result of aggravation.

Plus one as straightforward as changing your running gait as your hamstrings are tender may lead to additional injury else where.

Essentially, the shaking therapy will help in avoiding mechanical overload of their muscular fibers, leading to less of one's above microscopic tears that the muscle.

Higher Efficiency Exactly the Exact Same above research shows that utilization of percussion and/or vibration treatment before exercise might assist:

Decrease tissue adhesion, thus increasing array of flexibility Reduction accumulation of lactic acid in the bloodstream, so decrease time before fatigue May offer an earlier decrease in pain (origin ). Each one these things can subscribe to increased functioning performance.

Greater Blood Circulation = Faster Recovery When used article exercise, percussion massage-therapy firearms might help temporarily increase the flow of blood into the muscle. Heightened blood circulation helps hasten the healing process by helping remove waste product in tissue that is damaged. What's more, the specific blood provides oxygen and nutrients into the muscular mass, and also help stimulate regrowth and recovery of their tissue.

Pain Alleviation Let us imagine you worked outside or dashed hard, and no matter of one's absolute best preventive measures, you still have muscles that are super sore. Massage. In other words, percussion massage firearms feel-good about sore muscles.

However, what does this mean?

According to the theory, sensory nerves carrying vexation sense and sensory nerves carrying vibratory sensation both transmit signals towards precisely the exact afferent neurons, which then sends data to a mind. The nerves triggered by vibratory feeling impair the afferent pain nerves, hence barring or preventing the material delivered by the nerves who felt pain. To put it differently the shaking by the percussion caress rifle may shut the nerve pathways into painful inputsignal, preventing pain sensation in traveling into the leading nervous system.

Give More Anxiety than Massage therapies I have no idea about you, but I am definitely the most intense at using self indulgent programs such as"the rod" and sometimes perhaps polyurethane rollers. Why? Because I can't physically use the tension needed, or I am at precisely the exact same time frame chicken to take to (as it strikes ). The battery life run, mechanical percussion/vibration massage firearms, but do not return. They have the seriousness that my muscles that are sore desire once I can not...or will not...take action .

Which would be the Disadvantages of Knead Guns? Here Is What you Want to're aware of the drawback of those recovery tools:

User Error Have you some idea what it is you're doing? Are you currently trained in the science in addition to implementation of massage? Chances are the answer will be extremely little (it's okay, the majority folks are not ). And consequently, often there is a chance you may wind up utilizing the massage gun erroneously. Or, you may possibly well be massaging a region that's experiencing known pain, also maybe not targeting the location which really needs help with healing.

I reached to someone Who's trained in massageand she consented up on." It (the massage weapon ) is a instrument, so it is just like the consumer " Says accredited massage remedies therapist Michele Zeberlein. "Should you understand just what direction to go and manners, then it's really a fantastic tool. However, in addition, it can cause further problems is employed in the incorrect way. "

It's required to learn the safety instructions which include your percussion massage handgun. So if in doubt in the event that you're targeting the suitable area for helping any pain you're having, make reference to your doctor or maybe massage therapist.

Stroke firearms utilized on harms such as stress, sprains, broken bones, and sometimes extreme swelling may potentially cause your injury more powerful. They are able to further hurt the wounded tissue, and sometimes even fortify swelling speed. This is only going to delay healing period, and might cause further annoyance.

Hypertension (elevated blood pressure) Rheumatoid arthritis, arthritis, arthritis, or fibromyalgia Varicose veins

Muscular dystrophy or alternative muscular ailments As always, reevaluate to a medical doctor when you have questions regarding respect to massage gun usage and some other injuries, chronic complications, or other health conditions such as pregnancy.

Bulky / Enormous / Noisy While maybe not true for each and every percussion massage weapon, more than a few of these are able to be bulky or heavy. The very first time that I implemented one, I had been astonished by just how much sexier it had been anticipated (today, do not misunderstand me, an average of the ExoGun DreamPro we have is 2. 5 weight. Still, I did not expect the burden ). It primarily is logical, nevertheless, since the battery has to be large enough presenting capacity to the engine which goes pretty fast.

Rely to a Solar-battery While virtually all the massage firearms available on the industry at this time chance to be corded, they still have a battery that has to be charged. Different from a normal foam roller or hand-held tool which could possibly be human-powered, a massage weapon wont work without becoming an energy resource.

Therefore, if you should be carrying your knead rifle into a lengthier event -- state an ultra marathon or stage race, then you have to become conscious of battery lifetime.

Bundle cost This is huge. I have seen percussion massage prints vary between $49. 9-5 completely as much as $1, 200. Sure, you read that right -- a dozen hundred cash to get its small edition, goldplated, G3PRO Theragun. Many folks us seem to put at the 100 -$300 range. All these are certainly the investment, and maybe not really a cheap tool such as a roller coaster.

You may be wondering exactly what these acronyms mean -- and also why that they matter. Thus, allow me to help.

Stroke Length: that can be called amplitude. To spell out, just how far does the mind of this massage gun travel. Or simply, how heavy can it move in your own muscle. Percussion exact firearms will routinely have a increased stroke span than guys designed to concentrate on vibration.

To put it differently, what number"percussions" (sometimes the mind of this massage gun will likely reach on your muscle) each and every minute.

Stall Force: how the burden it's possible to apply on the apparatus before it dries and ceases changing. To put it differently, just how much pressure could YOU placed on the rifle before motor ceases proceeding.

Other items to think about: Additional variables to take into account are now actually going to boil down to personal taste. Consider precisely what you want (and desire ) out of a massage weapon ). Those variables might be:

Battery life or interchangeable battery packs Weight Develop (could it be easy to put up? Would you reach specific sections, such as the back or shoulders? ) Noise place Attachment heads

Therefore...Can I Want a Massage Gun Only for Running Retrieval? The thousand dollar question -- will probably soon be these massage firearms worth every penny?

Maybe.

The boundless marketing effort in my face book feed directly now may possibly be attempting to embarrass me these would be the best things since sliced bakery. But massage firearms are merely an instrument. They'll in no way completely block or solve sore tissues, and they'll never guarantee decreased healing period.

While there's loads of researching pointing into the efficacy of percussion and shaking healing for muscle soreness and healing period, there's also viable research that says differently.

My thoughts: In case you should be excited about purchasing a massage first use one from the pal or with a massage therapist. See whether you take pleasure in the stroke, also notice some other positive aspects.

After that, browse reviews.

You are able to acquire hundreds of brands of massage firearms available on the industry at the moment. Ordinarily the greater price label does not necessarily relate to some fantastic nutritional supplement. Conversely, a relatively inexpensive massage rifle does not suggest it's crap.

And finally, be sure to actually enjoy the massage gun. Many folks will likely delight in the impression of percussion and shaking massage rifles, while some could see them anything but relaxing. Of course in the event that you are not going to make use of a restoration tool or procedure as you can not endure it (such as me personally along with ice bathrooms ) so of course it wont be quite good in any way.

Kit Herondale at Pride

Super late for Pride month, but Pride is in late July in my hometown so still counts right?

Kit had been to Pride before. He had first gone when he was twelve and bored at home - his father was sleeping after a late night working and Kit had already watched enough television to set his eyes ablaze. It had rather been an accident, really. He had seen glimpses of the obnoxiously bright colors and exuberantly dressed people as he turned the television to to the news - his father always liked to watch it when he first woke up - and had thought it looked like fun. He hadn’t really known then, that he liked boys like he liked girls. He had just been young and attracted to the colors. He hadn’t interacted with anyone, either. Just walked around and observed everyone participating. The families had especially struck him - how happy they all seemed to be, all exuberant smiles and bright chatting while cheerful pop played in the background, so unlike his quiet home and his absent but simultaneously overbearing father. He had gone the next year, too, while his father was out meeting with a client and observed some more. 

It wasn’t until the third year, when he was fourteen, that he went to his first Pride knowing for sure that he was more than just a casual observer. That was the year Chris Evans debuted as Captain America and Kit was only a little bit embarrassed to admit that the skin-tight uniform he wore had prompted his great Bi-awakening. The festival took on even more significance to him that year and he watched all the families with a yearning he didn’t quite understand. He hadn’t told his father that he liked boys - hadn’t told him he liked girls either - but he knew his father wouldn’t care. Things like who someone wanted to sleep with hardly mattered to a man like his father, unless it could cause a scandal. He knew his father wouldn’t kick him out or try to ship him off to one of those shitty homophobic camps he’d read about on the internet so it really shouldn’t have mattered that he also knew his father would never take him to a festival like this; would never have let Kit go himself if he knew where he was. And he definitely shouldn’t have had to fight the ridiculous urge to cry when he saw a father drape the rainbow flag he’d just bought around the shoulders of his own teenage son. Such silly things really didn’t matter. 

Kit missed the next Pride parade - watching his father get ripped to pieces, learning that he was part of the super-powered, super-conservative group of holier-than-thou Shadowhunters his father always told him to stay away from, finding out they weren’t all actually that terrible and that he might actually want to be one, getting his heart broken while trying to stop one of the said Shadowhunters from committing necromancy, learning he was the product of some super forbidden love that happened decades ago and then fleeing the country he was born in to both avoid that and the boy who’d stomped on his heart had busied his schedule far too much to join in the annual festival. His new town was too small to have one of its own and London, which he learned had a truly enormous celebration after a quick interest search, was too far away to travel to on his own but Kit didn’t mind. The festival might have been one of his traditions, born of a lonely childhood, but it really didn’t matter that much to him. 

Or at least, that’s what he had been thinking when Tessa had come knocking on his door at some ungodly hour in July and told him to get dressed. Pride was the furthest thing on his mind when Jem ushered him into the back of the family car, Mina already snuggled securely into her car seat. Kit had hardly even registered how ironic it was that whichever parent had dressed Mina that day had put her in a little tutu skirt made of blue, pink, and purple-colored tule. He hadn’t understood what they were doing, exactly, and neither Tessa nor Jem answered his incessant questions, even as he purposely made them more and more annoying.

By the time they had arrived in London and Tessa had carefully parked in one of the parking garages that the British annoyingly insisted on calling “car parks” despite the lack of grass or playground equipment for the cars to play in as Kit was wont to point out when he was feeling particularly patriotic for the United States, Kit was thoroughly bewildered. Kit had noticed coming in that London was even more crowded than usual and the fact that they had to park in the topmost level of the garage, even though it was still early, set him on edge. He could hear music in the distance as he stepped out of the car and he turned to Tessa in confusion as Jem busied himself rescuing a squirming Mina from her seat. 

He peppered them with questions again as they began walking and received nothing but smiles in answer. The music grew louder, celebratory and cheerful, as they walked and Kit began to notice people walking with them, dressed in insanely bright clothing that was familiar to him in a way that set his heart beating faster. It had to be a coincidence - he was sure. Tessa must have heard of a new bookstore she wanted to check out - one of those that was built of old London wood and smelled like bergamot and musty books. Or perhaps Jem had discovered some traditional Chinese restaurant he wanted to take the family to - it was early, but Jem was old and older people tended to eat early. 

Kit had mentioned liking boys, briefly and in a deceptively offhanded way, one of his first days with Tessa and Jem before they had witnessed Magnus and Alec’s wedding, to test the waters. He knew that, despite their young looks, both of his guardians were well over a century old and might have been filled with all sorts of old ideas. He had known that just because both of them were friendly with Magnus didn’t mean they would accept someone living with them to have the same proclivities. But, to his hidden relief, Tessa and Jem had both accepted it with the same offhandedness that Kit had offered it. Then they had never spoken of it again, which hadn’t bothered Kit at all. It wasn’t like he wanted to think very much about liking boys - one in particular - anyway. 

It had been much the same way that Kit had imagined his father would have acknowledged it, had Kit ever gotten the chance to tell him. Kit had hardly been hurt about that, not when Jem and Tessa both went above and beyond his father in their attention to him on a nearly daily basis. He expected that they would accept whoever he brought home without question and be content to let the matter lie apart from that. He certainly didn’t expect them to go out of their way to take him to Pride, an event they had no connection to and where he didn’t image they would want Mina to be at. After all, he had occasionally seen some sights that were definitely not child-appropriate in his own forays to the Los Angeles festival and it would be much worse for a baby. 

No, it was just a coincidence that they had decided to go to London on the day of Pride, Kit was sure. And he didn’t mind that, not really. Even as his heart clenched at the familiar sight of people dressed head to toe in the colors of their orientation, mulling around a temporary gate as they waited to be allowed into the main event. 

He didn’t understand, at first, why Jem, who had Mina strapped to his chest in a baby carrier and was seemingly oblivious to the appreciative looks they were getting, led their group to the brightly dressed crowd in front of the gates. Then, Kit realized Jem must be curious about what was going on - he was slowly becoming accustomed to the modern world without the blanket of indifference every Silent Brother had but Pride was probably not something high on his list of things to learn, especially because no Shadowhunters, as far as Kit knew, participated in the celebration. Maybe Alec did, with Magnus and their sons, but Aline and Helen had been stuck in some Russian cesspit for years and Kit thought it equally unlikely that there was Pride in Faerie for Mark to participate in. And it simply didn’t seem like the type of scene that attracted straight Shadowhunters like it did mundanes. Not with their long-held and only just now changing prejudices. Jem was probably just trying to figure out what was going on. 

That was what he thought, at least until Jem walked up to one of the gate volunteers who were standing under a massive banner colored in blaring hues, and offered them several bills for their donation pot. “Lovely celebration,” he told the woman cheerfully before leading the small family through the gates. Kit was astoundingly confused - even Jem, oblivious to both his appearance and most of the modern world, couldn’t have missed all the blaring signs denoting what the festival was about. He certainly couldn’t have missed all the same-sex couples mulling about. There had been no reason to actually step into the gates. 

Tessa and Jem both turned to look at him, confusion and worry on their faces, and Kit realized belatedly that he had stopped in his tracks. “Kit?” Tessa asked, “is something wrong?” There was apprehension in her voice. 

“Why - I don’t understand -” He was unable to finish his thought, far too confused. As far as he knew, neither Jem nor Tessa were part of the community and they hadn’t expressed any interest in it, apart from readily accepting non-heterosexual people in their lives. Kit had assumed that it was Shadowhunter - and  Downworlder too, as he had met few who had bothered with mundie Pride - custom to not join in the celebration. The only one who would have interest in the celebration was him, and he couldn’t fathom they would go out of the way to join in with Pride just for him.

Both Tessa and Jem’s faces seemed to fill with a sudden sadness that Kit didn’t understand, even though he had seen it from them several times before. It was Tessa, after a moment, who finally answered Kit’s question. “Neither me nor Jem were very active in the mundane world when Pride festivals began,” she started, “but we were told that it is a very important celebration for most LGBTQIA people, particularly for teenagers and young adults. We thought you would want to participate.” There was an anxious tension in her tone as she rattled off phrases that she must have certainly gotten of an ally website. Kit’s confusion grew. 

“I mean, it is for some people, sure. But I’ve been before, you didn’t need to come out of your way to take me.” He probably sounded ungrateful - he often did. Rather than seem angry by his behavior, however, Jem and Tessa seemed to grow more sad. 

“The research we did suggested it was a good thing to celebrate as a family,” Jem said after sharing a look with his wife. “To show support. We’re sorry if we overstepped or made you uncomfortable. We can go, of course.” Kit’s brain had short circuited at Jem’s words. They had come to celebrate Pride. Had gone out of their way to bring him to a festival that they thought might be important to him. To support him. 

Kit knew that his father - the only family he had known for most of his life - would have had no qualms with who he was. But he also knew that he would have never gone out of his way to take Kit to Pride. Would have thought it a waste of time. An unnecessary risk. But here were Tessa and Jem, who were not blood relatives, who had no actual obligation to take care of him save for their own declaration that they loved him, standing in the midst of Pride celebrants with their daughter dressed in the colors of the bisexual flag and telling him that they had driven to London just because they thought Kit would want to celebrate his identity. 

Kit blinked back a sudden rush of tears as he thought suddenly of that boy he had seen years ago, being wrapped in the colors of Pride by his loving father. He had accepted that he would never have that kind of devotion. Thought he hadn’t wanted or needed it. Yet, here he was, standing beside his small, makeshift family in the midst of the cheerful music and exuberant colors of people like him. “I want to stay.” He said finally, cutting through the tension with his shaky words. “Thank you.” He hastened to wipe his eye before a tear could escape but he wasn’t quick enough. It fell, unbidden, down his cheek. Before it had reached his chin, however, Tessa reached out and wiped it away with the softest of touches. It was a gentle gesture, barely a pressure against his skin. But Kit could feel the easy love in it, the devotion of a mother he had never thought he’d feel. He could feel the same parental love in Jem’s stare and Kit had to fight back another onslaught of emotions, lest they end up dripping down his face in more traitorous tears. 

Tessa and Jem didn’t say anything more, right then. But they reached for Kit, each taking a hand as they slowly, carefully, led him into the celebration. Kit allowed them the touch, basking in the familial affection, and didn’t let go even as they walked past multitudes of people. 

Kit had gone to Pride a total of four times in his life. Three times, he had observed, with a quiet envy he hadn’t really understood, all the participating families around him. One time, he basked in the feeling of familial love and acceptance himself.

There was no doubt which time he enjoyed the most. 

How to Start a Conversation the Right Way

Some people just seem to possess a knack for creating conversation while others struggle to form chitchat. Knowing the way to start a conversation may be a useful social skill. Whether you would like to impress a possible client, strike up a conversation with a love interest, or simply chat with a replacement acquaintance, knowing the way to initiate a conversation can assist you to feel easier and assured during a big variety of social situations.

Before you start

If an area filled with strangers is your idea of a waking nightmare, the thought of getting to a celebration or work event is often incredibly daunting. These kinds of social situations are often especially difficult if you tend to be introverted, shy, or socially anxious.

One way to ease anxiety is to organize beforehand. Mentally review what you would like to speak about and even consider practicing with a lover. the primary step toward becoming a tremendous conversationalist it to be prepared.

If you're nervous about starting a conversation, try these three simple strategies before you begin:

1-Stay Positive:

Stop worrying about making an error and have faith in your abilities. Worrying an excessive amount of about what you're getting to say next can cause you to lose track of the conversation as it’s happening. Instead, attempt to stay focused on the opposite person and what they're saying.

2-Take a Deep Breath: 

If you're tense and nervous, you're less likely to feel comfortable. attempt to stay relaxed and just let the conversation flow naturally.

3-Introduce Yourself:

 one of the only ways to start is to only introduce yourself then give the opposite person the prospect to try to an equivalent. Once this first icebreaker has taken place, try asking an easy question or making an easy observation to assist inspire further discussion.

Conversation Killers

While it should go without saying, there are a couple of belongings you should avoid unless you're very conversant in the person with whom you're speaking.

While political commentary, gossip, complaints, and offensive jokes could be how your uncle starts conversations during your family get-togethers, it's probably not an example you ought to attempt to emulate in your day-to-day life.

Anything offensive, controversial, or uncomfortable should be avoided as you're initiating conversations.

There is a time and place to precise your opinion or maybe attempt to persuade others, but confirm that such topics are welcome before you get down to an impassioned debate.

Some research suggests that when it involves conversation openers, your best bet could also be to stay to fairly innocuous comments. In one study, participants were asked to rate the effectiveness of a variety of opening lines which may come from a possible romantic partner: flippant "pick-up" lines, open-ended, innocuous questions, and therefore the direct approach.

Few respondents appreciated the pick-up line approach, but responses attended be split when it came to preferences for the opposite two opening styles. Women attended to prefer the innocuous questions ("What's your favorite team?") while men favored the more direct approach ("I'd wish to buy you a drink!").

The authors of the study suggest that it's best to err on the side of the innocuous approach when choosing how to initiate a conversation with a stranger. this sort of conversation opener tends to be less threatening, yet encourages the opposite person to supply some sort of response.

Keep It Positive

Try to start your conversation on an upbeat note. stand back from launching into complaints or making negative observations. regardless of what things are, you'll find something positive to mention.

Comment on the weather, the food, the corporate, or the event itself. Saying something as simple as you're having an honest time and hoping that your conversation partner has a pleasing experience also may be a great way to urge a conversation rolling. albeit things itself isn't perfect, attempt to put a positive spin thereon.

Comments to steer With

“That was a very great presentation, wasn’t it?” “Whoever organized this event sure did an excellent job!” “Your presentation was excellent. I desire I learned a lot!” “It’s quite cold today but the weather report said that tomorrow is meant to be nice and sunny.” People tend to reply better to a positive comment instead of a negative one. It helps show that you simply are a pleasing one that pays attention to what’s happening. Staying positive also helps put others comfortable. As a result, people are going to be more curious about continuing a conversation with you.

Start Simple

Not every great conversation must begin with a deep, philosophical, earth-shattering observation. Simple icebreaker comments or questions are excellent thanks to the beginning.

Commenting on the weather, the room, or the food might sound cliche, but there's a reason why this type of icebreaker works so well. It’s an easy, easy thanks to getting a conversation rolling, offering a touch of footing between two strangers. Talking about inconsequential things can cause further conversations about personal preferences, backgrounds, hobbies, and deeper topics which will help forge social bonds between people.

What the Research Says

In one study published within the journal psychology, researchers performed naturalistic observations on participants to record both chitchat and deep conversations for several days.

What they found is that folks who engaged in deeper, personal conversations also had higher levels of happiness. This might mean that happy people are more likely to interact with others in meaningful conversations—but it also might mean that such substantive conversations may very well cause greater happiness. The researchers suggest that “the findings demonstrate that the happy life is social instead of solitary and conversationally deep instead of superficial.”

Not everyone loves making chitchat, but it is often a crucial initiative that will cause deeper, more meaningful conversations.

While starting a conversation often begins by that specialize in small, trivial things, research suggests that having more deep conversations could also be linked to greater happiness and well-being.

Learning the way to start a conversation can help lead you into these more consequential social connections.

Ask for Help

Asking an issue may be a good way to start a conversation. Doing this not only gives you a reason to interact with the opposite person—but it also allows them to be helpful.

When using this approach, start with something simple which will be accomplished without an excellent deal of effort. for instance, you would possibly ask someone if they know what time a workshop begins or directions to a specific location.

Conversation Starters

“Do you happen to understand where I could get a schedule?” “Have you seen an earring? I seem to possess lost one.” “Do you recognize if there'll be refreshments served after the workshop?” One of the advantages of this approach is that asking an easy question can cause further conversation about other topics. Once you've got posed your question and therefore the other person has offered their assistance, it creates something of a reciprocal agreement between you and your conversation partner.

Since they need offering their assistance, it's now up to you to offer your thanks and introduce yourself. this will function a chance for you to ask more about the opposite person—who they're, what brings them here, and other questions that are relevant given the setting and situation.

Body Language

Sometimes what you are doing say is simply as important as what you do say. As you strike up a replacement conversation, it's important to concentrate on your nonverbal communication.

Body language is often wont to convey interest and emotion. A friendly expression, comfortable stance, and good eye contact, for instance, can help show that you simply have a real interest in learning more about another person. Slouching, looking away, and frowning, on the opposite hand, might make your conversation partner feel that you simply are bored or disinterested.

Encouraging nonverbal signals include:

An open posture, which involves keeping the trunk of your body open together with your arms relaxed, helps convey a way of friendliness. Good eye contact involves watching a person’s eyes. Don’t stare, which may be threatening. Instead, keep things natural, watching the opposite person’s eyes but glancing away occasionally. Smiling is often helpful, as long because it seems genuine and natural. Avoid faking an enormous smile and check out to travel for a relaxed but uplifting expression.

Listen and Express Interest

It is often intimidating to undertake to speak to someone when it feels that you simply have little in common. In these situations, getting the opposite person to speak about his or her interests, work, or expertise is often useful thanks to starting a conversation.

Ask an issue about what the opposite person does, then specialize in really taking note of what they need to mention. People often enjoy talking about things they're hooked in to, so expressing a real interest in the things that people enjoy are often excellent fuel for an excellent conversation.

Strike a Balance

A good conversation doesn't believe only one approach.

The best discussions involve a mix of asking questions, taking note of what people need to say, and sharing things about yourself.

A simple conversation might start by:

Asking some basic information (“Did you enjoy the presentation?”) Listening to the solution (“It was great! I desire I learned a lot!”) Disclosing your thoughts (“I thought so also . I have already got some ideas about how I can incorporate those tips into my work process.”) Next, you would possibly repeat the method by asking another question, or your conversation partner might then prefer to ask an issue about your earlier response.) Learning the way to start a conversation is a crucial skill that will assist you to build social connections during a big variety of contexts. It is often difficult initially, particularly if you struggle with shyness or social anxiety, but gaining many practices is the key to become easier to lecture to people.

Try to consider all of those interactions as a rehearsal. The more often you initiate discussions with others, the stronger your conversational skills will become.

TDG Prologue 1 - Coins

Here it is. The revised introduction to the TDG's world. I've been fretting over it for about a week now, but I'm going on a camping trip without the internet for a few days. So, I thought now would be a good time to put it up here, before I can worry about it even more. I have a real problem in that I tend to overthink and over-edit my own work. Chances are I may do that again, or just choose not to read it anymore and hope for the best. Either way, more is to come. After the camping trip though.

In the year 1961 Stan Freberg released his musical comedy album Stan Freberg Presents the United States of America Volume One: The Early Years. In one scene the crew of Christopher Columbus argued with their captain over the shape of the earth. They believed it was a flat sort of disc, to which Columbus disagreed. Their argument occurred in musical act titled “It’s a Round, Round World”.

Little did Mr. Freberg (nor Christopher Columbus) know, there were people who whole-heartedly sided with the crew of Santa Maria. The Flat-Earth movement posits that certain models of Earth’s shape, making it like a flat disc with a defined edge, are correct and everything that came after was designed to suppress the intellectual minds of the modern era. At least, some do. Others believe in a more cylindrical shape, or a half-sphere, or a spherical snowball on which the flat disc of earth lies atop. Flat-Earthers have always been splintered and argumentative.

They are also wrong.

Almost anyone can tell you the facts; that very few people from the past really believed in a flat-earth; that the Egyptians accounted for the curvature of the earth in their architecture; that Columbus was not worried about falling off the edge and simply looking for India and that incidentally he was not the first European to discover the Americas and was also a genocidal slave-owner.

Almost no-one talks about the chilling hypothetical of living on a flat planet. That if the earth really were a flat disc, it would be the same shape as a coin. Meaning, if some enormous cosmic hand were to be about the place, it would not be able to resist picking Earth up and flipping it, to see which side it lands on.

Would the Earth make that same, satisfyingly metal sound a coin does as it flies through the air?

Flip, flip, flip.

The one thing the flat-earthers got right was that, regardless of shape, the Earth is like a coin. Like all coins it has two sides and an edge.

On one side we have the world we’re all familiar with. The one we live in, where people go places and do things all the time with no rhyme or reason. Atoms spin around each other and molecules react to one another. The earth is just one tiny dot in the middle of a huge, mostly empty universe. Despite this, money and religion rule it, both fueling the fires of complex political dramas across the world. It’s the world that appears in textbooks, news articles, scientific journals, and before your very eyes.

Then there’s the other side. Other is a good word for it, as some have called it the Otherworld. It bears a resemblance to the one above but is exaggerated: the shadows are darker, the seas are deeper, the earth is older. One might be mistaken and say it is a world of religion; in actuality it is the world where the subjects and objects of religion dwell. The beings that live here are part of the world itself. Most gods are after all anthropomorphic representations of nature. Whereas on the other side humans are insignificant because of its grandness, here humans are simultaneously powerful and powerless. It’s a world of converse realities, where someone can be in two places at the same time or be two different people and one again. Here the rules of physics and reason take a backseat to narrative. If there is a monster (and this world is full of monsters) there will inevitably be a hero to slay it. It is the world of myth and mystery which appears in holy books and ancient poems.

Separation is a part of their nature. No hunter has ever killed a unicorn. No story alone has ever built an empire. The first side is far too complicated. The second is much too unrealistic.

This separation does not define them, however. Neither would exist without the other.

Just as you cannot have a coin with one side, you cannot have thunder without Thor, or Thor without thunder. Were you to isolate either of those sides into a world of its own, it would be a world stripped of meaning.

Why should anyone care about a god of thunder had not thunder existed? Why should anyone care about the concussive sound wave produced by the rushing in of air into a channel at high speeds? No one could live in such a world. Symbols without meaning are just scribbles on rock. Atoms and molecules cannot sustain a world alone. The other world is a reflection of the first; there can’t be an other without an us. The real world can’t exist without the unreal. Or rather, it can, but it would be a world devoid of laws and language, mercy and justice, inspiration and innovation, right and wrong.

Humans may have created the gods, but it was the gods that made them human.

There was a time when these two worlds were as one. It was a vague, ephemeral time. It didn’t exist in the same way, say, the Jurassic Period existed. The Greeks called it the Heroic Age, when gods and heroes walked the earth. The Australians called it the Dreamtime. Other, less concrete timeframes, such as the vague Creation of many stories, or the period in time where Adam and Eve inhabited the Garden of Eden also call back to this time. It was a time when gods and mortals freely communicated. There was no separation of the two. People could go to the otherworld (or the underworld) as they pleased so long as they obeyed the rules. The two sides intermingled and, sometimes, intermarried.

Then, something happened. The two sides became separated by the coin’s edge. This new edge was only as thick as strength of one’s belief. For many it was good enough. For some it was too much. In an age when gods could not be seen, heard, felt, or fought, it was as if they never existed at all.

For all of those on the other side, it was as if a one-sided window was placed between them. They did as they always did, pulling around the sun, visiting vengeance upon neighbors, answering questions and plights, etc., etc. There just wasn’t any response back. So, they worked back into a cycle, as the supernatural is wont to do. Waiting. Some waited for a very long time. Their names were no longer spoken and their people were scattered into the dust. Things from that world never die, not in the way the real world can. All they can do is sleeplessly drift off into an unconscious state and perform the duties they’ve always done. Waiting for the time to wake up.

The two sides drifted farther and farther apart for many years. In some places people never really left their gods and their spirits and demons. With time, they became a very small minority. Now priests can preach their sermons every Sunday comfortably far away from the floods of Noah and Sodom’s fires. Fairytale books are printed en masse in factories free of rickets-infested changelings and worrying encounters deep in the night. A thousand knights slay a thousand dragons on a thousand screens while the audience never loses a wink of sleep over crops turning to black mush, or poison running deep into the wells beneath their feet.

For most the other side is as real as a myth. Which is exactly what it is.

Until it isn’t. As the laws of probability will tell you, given enough time, every coin will come up the wrong side. And so, we get to the end of the world.

Apocalypse narratives aren’t as common as one might think. The ones that did get them got them right though. In beliefs of Judgement Day, according to the Christians, the unbelievers will be thrown together and judged with scrutiny. Ragnarök says that after a final war between humans, the divine war will kill the survivors and destroy the world. A hole in a coin obscures both sides.

The edge is ripped off. Without it, the two sides become one. No longer is there any distance between them, belief no longer determines whether or not the other are real or unreal, they exist regardless. Those few left alive after the war will perish after this final revelation.

NPC Location: The Flop Shop

As is my wont when doing long RP scenes, if the characters are going to go travelling and want to do something interesting, I have a 50/50 chance of finding a location that actually exists in-game in WoW and embellishing it/defining it more than the game does, or just making something up on the spot. The latter occurred recently when Leon and Co needed a place to crash for the afternoon. Since most places would likely still be full up for the holidays, they headed out to Pandaria in hopes it would be a touch quieter there.

I wound up spinning an inn in Dawn’s Blossom from whole cloth, and The Flop Shop was born. I enjoyed the concept and the scene I’d painted with it, so I feel like sharing it.

If you ever feel like borrowing it for RP purposes or just referencing it, you’re more than welcome to and I invite you to tag me in it so I can take a peek!

Name: The Flop Shop

Location: Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest, Pandaria

Business Type: Inn (no tavern)

Background: A somewhat newer business in Dawn’s Blossom, it’s been there for about six years now. The proprietor, a mammoth of a pandaren who goes by the name “Mister Shuìjiào,” came to the town with an idea that even he admitted sounded a little silly on paper, but once travelers gave it a try, he knew it’d be a hit. He wasn’t wrong; even if his inn isn’t the busiest in town, it’s never totally vacant even during the off seasons, and he has a fair few repeat customers.

Visual Description: Nestled into one of the smaller pagodas off the main thoroughfares, the Flop Shop is a bright red building with minimal trimmings and doors of a deep blue. There are no hanging signs as might be expected of inns the world over; instead, the main entrances have a cartoonish depiction of a Pandaren falling backward into a cloud painted directly onto them in gold.

The front entrance leads to a small, almost intimate room with a counter to the right and a wall-length bench to the left. The floors, walls and ceilings are all built from dark-stained cherry wood and combined the gentle glow of lantern light, the entire place has a soft warmth to it. The Pandaren proprietor himself mans the front desk, though he seems at times like he shouldn’t be able to fit behind it as he’s an absolutely massive fellow, of the sort one might give a nickname like “mountain” or “yaksmasher.” One paw seems perfectly capable of palming a human skull and crushing it to dust, and yet, he radiates kindness and seems incapable of not smiling at any given moment. He remembers your face after just one visit, if not your name; if he’s seen you before, he greets you with open arms and a jovial remark about not being able to stay away, or bringing him more business if someone is with you.

Once he’s found you a room, you’re handed a pair of slippers and asked politely to wear them inside the rooms to make the housekeepers’ jobs a little easier. You get the impression he doesn’t police this very heavily, but it’d be very rude to ignore him. The hallways are long and straight and peacefully quiet, once you’ve moved away from the main entrance enough (and passed the kitchens, which he informs you provide red bean buns at no cost any time, and other entrees for a small fee). Each room is signified by a flat sliding doorway that appears to be made of wood and paper panels, with a keyhole to one side of the frame.

Turning the key causes a quiet, descending hum as a bit of arcane warding is shut down, which explains a bit--paper doors seemed unwise, but warding them to be sturdier than they look (and probably soundproofed) is worth every penny when you go heavy on the aesthetic. The rooms themselves are very simple, roughly the size of a studio apartment and containing only one wall with an open doorway leading to the back half. At the front, a bamboo mat sits by the door for one’s shoes, and a wash basin with a small towel rack nestles in a corner. There are no decorations on the walls, the better to allow the dark earthtones of the wood and firelight maintain that sense of calm and warmth throughout one’s entire stay.

The main attraction seems at first glance not to actually be in the room at all, even when you step through the doorway to the back to check. Only an unbroken border along the walls made of cylindrical pillows, each with a single wrapped candy nestled in the precise center of them, appears to be provided. 

However, another keyhole just like the one out front causes another arcane hum, this time an ascending one as a paper-thin line of bright blue draws itself across the floor, splitting it cleanly in two and allowing the floor itself to slide into the wall. Beneath the floor is one enormous pile of cloth, crammed full of something plush and awfully tempting. A cursory brush of the fingers on the cloth informs you that it’s a thicker type of silk. The illustrations on the front door make so much sense, now, and you can fall right in and pass out.

(If you’ve ever had the opportunity to lay down in a giant memory-foam bean bag, you have some idea of what this feels like.)

Push (Part 4)

So basically, I’ve tried a million different way to get this to work, but it wont stop posting this huge space between the photo and the text for the fic every time I copy and paste, so just scroll down until you get to the text lol. Its there I promise. Hope every one enjoys! Leave some feedback if you can, it means the world!

Almost a month had gone by since my birthday, and now it was nearly Christmas time. I loved this city during the holidays. It was magic in every sense of the word. But the air was cold now, and the ground has been dusted with a few small layers of snow. The trees have traded in their colorful leaves for bare branches, and that part was always a little sad for me. Winter was funny that way, everything outside was losing layers while people were forced to add layer after to protect us from the elements.

The kids in my class were all extremely restless throughout the week, itching for Christmas break to finally arrive. Kindergartners were difficult enough as is to keep engaged, but throw in some sugar from all the treats they’d been consuming and it was a bit of chaos. But a chaos that I gladly welcomed in my life, I loved seeing them so happy. And truthfully, the promise of Christmas break excited me as well.

It was Saturday evening now, and I had been looking forward to this night for months. My erratic mother had gotten me tickets to see my favorite musical that was in town this weekend only. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to see Wicked on the big stage. I had woken up far too early, but I couldn’t sleep any longer knowing that I was going to see something so amazing today. I had made sure to ask Michael weeks ago if he would go with me, and he was more than happy to accompany me. And things had been good between us.

Ever since Calum and I had talked the night of my birthday, things seemed to cool off. We still met at the coffee shop almost every morning to talk, but it was nothing more than that. I was learning more about each other in a complete platonic way. That’s something that friends did.

I wasn’t a huge fan of shopping, but I went out a few days ago and bought a dress to wear to the theater. It was a deep green color and made of the softest silky material. The thick straps lay loosely on my shoulders and the skirt was very short but I was confident in the way this dress made me feel.  So I slipped it on and took my time styling my dark hair in loose curls, pulling it up slightly and pinning it in place. I kept the make up that I applied as simple as possible, only putting on some light eyeshadow and liner and just a bit of rose colored lipstick. Once I was completely ready, I grabbed my long leopard print trench coat in hopes that it would keep me warm in this tiny little dress.

Soon enough, my heels were clicking up the driveway to Michael and Calum’s house. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Michael much this week because I was so busy finishing things up at school, but I knew there was no way he could forget something like this when he knew how excited I was about it. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, unable to wipe the huge smile off of my face as I waited for it to open.

When the door finally swung open, the person on the other side of it was barely recognizable.  They were dressed in some kind of costume with blue paint all over their face and arms.

“Michael?” I ask, my voice laced with confusion.

“Hey babe! What are you doing here?” He asked, stepping aside for me to come inside.

“We’re going to see Wicked, remember? Why are you dressed like that?” I was so confused, and I could feel my emotions start to bubble up in my throat.

“Oh shit, Iz. I forgot that was today. I’m literally heading out the door to ComiCon right now.” He motions towards a bag sitting next to the door.

“ComiCon? Mikey this is important to me. We planned this so long ago.” I sighed.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. You look so pretty though.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head before he moves to pick up his bag by the door.

“I um…I guess I’ll go by myself.” I force a smile.

“You’re the best, Izzy. I’ll see you in a couple days okay?” Michael backs out the door, leaving me standing in his living room completely dumbfounded. He obviously had no idea how much this meant to me.

“That was awkward to witness.” I hear Calum’s voice say behind me, I almost jump out of skin. I turn towards his voice, even though I know there are tears pooling in my eyes about to betray me.

“Sorry you had to see it.” I sniffled, dabbing at my eye with the sleeve of my coat.

“What was all that about anyways?” He asks, sitting his book face down on the arm of the couch.

“It’s stupid. I should just go.” I dab my eye again.

“Try me, Bambs.” He stands up, and comes to stand in front of me. I can’t help but to start blubbering when I meet his eyes.

“My mom got me tickets to see Wicked.  And Michael promised weeks ago that he would go with me. Now I’m all dressed up so I can go to the theater alone.” I’m half laughing, half crying at this point.

“Let me see the dress.” He takes a step back so he can look at me.

“What?” My eyebrows scrunch.

“Let me see the dress you’re wearing, Bambi.” His eyes widen expectantly. I look at him a moment longer before reaching down with my somewhat shaky hands to undo the buttons of my coat. I hold onto each side and pull it open slightly.

“Is it…is it okay?” I ask. His eyes wonder up and down more than once and his teeth sink into his bottom lip before he speaks again.

“It’s perfect.” He sighs. “Which is why I’m going to go put on something much nicer than sweatpants, and take you to the theater to see your play.” He steps around me and walks towards his room.

“Calum…you don’t have to do that.” I walk after him, my heart pounding at the thought of spending an entire evening with Calum Hood. Just when I thought I’d gotten past this.

“I’d be a fool to let that dress go to waste.” He smirks. “Wait here, I’ll make it quick.” He walks into his room and I’m left to my own devices in the living room.

I pace for a few minutes until my feet start to ache from the damn shoes I have on. I convince myself to sit down and do some deep breathing. Calum was just being a good friend. This wasn’t a date. This was just two friends going to see Wicked together. And no sooner had I started to breathe normally again, Calum comes walking out of his bedroom. His hair was styled to the side instead of the natural curls I was so used to seeing. His long legs were covered in black dress pants that had obviously been tailor made to fit him like utter perfection. His black button up was covered by what appeared to be a black velvet jacket with dark red filigree designs adorning it. I had no idea that anyone could pull off something this like until this moment.

“Holy shit.” I accidentally whisper out loud. I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand immediately.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Calum smirks, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants as he approaches me.

“You look great.” I sigh.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks. “We can take my car.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” I smile gently and follow him out to the garage where his car is parked. Calum even goes so far as to open the passenger door for me to get in first. He watches me as I carefully slip into the seat and situate my legs. The feeling of his eyes on me makes every inch of my skin tingle.

The drive into the city consisted of soft music playing, and not a lot of talking. We didn’t need to say anything right now. And once we reached the theater, Calum insisted that I let him drop me off at the doors while he went to park the car. He came around and opened my door again to let me out of the car even when I insisted that I could handle it.

“I’ll be right back, Bambs.” He said as he jogged back around the car, pulling away to park the car. I walked up a few steps and waited in front of the revolving doors, until a soft voice interrupted my thinking.

“Your husband is quite lovely.” An older woman with silver hair and a black shawl wrapped around her said.

“Oh. He isn’t my husband.” I laughed nervously.

“Boyfriend?” She questioned.

“No. He’s just a friend.” I explain.

“Your friend is in love with you.” She states boldly. I almost choke.

“I’m sorry?” My voice cracks.

“I was standing here, watching him watch you. Friends don’t look at each other that way.” She waves her hand, so much confidence in her voice.

“Well, he’s most certainly just a friend.” I pull my coat around me a little tighter, turning when I feel a hand touch the back of my shoulder.

“What are you doing out here, Bambi? It’s freezing.” Calum says, motioning for me to follow him inside. And it’s that moment, when I’m not sure if it’s what the crazy old lady was saying  that was getting to me, or if I was just finally seeing things for what they were, but Calum was beautiful. More than just goofy little crush beautiful, he was full blown, heart pounding, stomach in knots beautiful. And I was crazy about him.

I shook it away, smiling and following him inside the theater. I had been here a few times to see other plays, and it never got old being inside. There were golden statues lining the walls and the marble staircases. Enormous pillars could be found here and there touching the high ceilings and leading up to all the intricate crystal chandeliers. The carpet looked like it had probably been here since the building was built but I was still the same lush maroon color it had always been. It was perfect.

“I’m just going to put my coat in the coat check area.” I told Calum, but he stopped me by gently grabbing my elbow when I went to turn away.

“Lemme help you.” He says lowly, using his pointer finger to make a circular motion, indicating he wanted me to turn around. I bit my lip, turning around and letting him help me slip my coat off my shoulders and arms. “I’ll be right back.” He says in my ear as he walks by.

When I’m able to focus again, I see the little old woman walking passed me and winking with a giant smile on her face. I couldn’t help but cover my mouth and laugh a little.

“What’s funny?” Calum says as he comes up behind me.

“Nothing at all.”I shake my head and walk towards the huge gold doors that lead into the theater.

The orchestra is playing quiet music as everyone enters the theater and finds their seats. Our seats were very close to the front and as we sat down, I couldn’t help but to smile as I stared at the giant red curtain currently covering the stage. There was something about the way it smelled inside the theater that made me incredibly happy. And as soon as the music started to play louder, and the lights turned down, everything felt right.

Wicked was one of those pieces of literature that played with all of my emotions. I was laughing one minute and crying the next. I felt Elphaba’s emotions throughout the entire thing. The acting was so spot on. They took the story from the book and turned it into a live action masterpiece. I don’t know how anything will ever top this. At one point during a particularly intense scene, I felt myself literally sitting on the edge of my seat, and when the climax happened I was gasping and grabbing for Calum’s hand, I held it tightly and didn’t even think about the fact that he wasn’t my boyfriend. He let me hold onto him, lacing his fingers through mine and rubbing my knuckles with his thumb to comfort me.

When the whole thing was over, and my mind stopped whirling, I still felt my hand in his. I knew I should pull it away, but I didn’t want to.

“That was so amazing.” I gushed, wiping at my cheeks to dry the happy tears.

“You’re beautiful, Izzy.” He sat forward in his seat in order to get closer to me. My heart clenched, that was the first time I’d ever heard him call me Izzy. It was always Bambi or Isabella.

“I um…thank you.” I breathed, moving my eyes down to our tangled hands.

“I think I watched you more than I watched the play. You were so invested, it was hard to look away.” He admits, still not taking his hand out of mine.

“I didn’t mean to distract you…I just love this play so much.” I shrug my shoulders and laugh lightly.

“I’ve got an entirely new appreciation for Wicked.” He smiles, the dimples next to his mouth and at the corners of his eyes showing. I had never wanted to kiss someone’s dimples before now.

“I feel like I’ve just gotten off a roller coaster. Thank you, for coming with me.” I squeeze his hand in appreciation.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, gently letting go of my hand. And as much as I wanted to grab it back, I let him stand up in front of me.

“What did you have in mind?” I stand up too, straightening out my dress.

“I know a few places around here. Let’s go.” He lets me out of the aisle to walk in front of him to the coat check out.

After we got my coat back, we walked to Calum’s car together, the smile on my face never faltering. The air was cold as it whipped my hair around my head but I didn’t mind it at all. Everything still felt so warm, and Calum stayed close to me the whole walk. His hand was on my lower back, gently guiding me and sharing his body heat. And as soon as we got to the car, he was quickly turning on the heated seats.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“I’m perfect, to be honest.”  I smiled over at him and he did the same in return. I could tell he was thinking about saying more, but instead he backed out of the parking garage and took a left into the city traffic.

Calum sang along to the music quietly. I had to strain to hear him, but his voice was so pleasant. I didn’t want to cross any lines, so I pushed away the part of me that wanted to ask him to sing louder for me to hear better, and just enjoyed the small bit he was willing to give.

“How do you feel about breakfast?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

“My favorite meal.” I say.

“Good. Come with me.” He parked his car quickly, jumping out to come around and open the door again.

“You don’t have to keep doing that, you know?” I tease him about the door opening.

“You’ll never open your own door if you’re with me Bambi.” He helps me out, his warm hand back in mine. I take a moment to look at him, not sure how he really meant “with him”.  He let go of my hand and walked up the sidewalk, stopping to wait for me.

“Coming.” I said quickly, making way to the door and inside the tiny little restaurant. It was warm and smelt heavily of pancake syrup and bacon. The booths were a red and white checkered pattern, the seats were torn in a few spots. I suddenly felt over dressed, but comfortable at the same time.

“Sit wherever you like, folks.” An older woman with her gray hair pulled back into a bun said. There were only maybe 10 tables inside, sort of like the Hatfield’s coffee shop.

I take off my coat before slipping into one of the booths, Calum doing the same on the other side. My  bare legs slightly stick to the booth, but I can’t bring myself to mind it much. I was far too happy with this night to let something so small damper my mood whatsoever.

“Drinks?” The woman says with her notepad and pen in hand.

“Coffee, please.” I say.

“Same for me.”Calum replies as well. She doesn’t  say anything else, just turns to go back behind the counter and retrieve some mugs.

“I still can’t believe this night really happened.” I gush as I scan my menu.

“And you’re happy?” He asks, I can feel his eyes watching me, so I look up to meet his pretty chocolate ones.

“I’m so happy, Cal.” I can’t help but to smile, breaking the eye contact before I find myself drowning in those eyes.

“Here ya go.” The waitress sits down the coffee mugs. “Food?” She asks next.

“Waffles and bacon for me, please.” I tell her, sliding my menu across the table towards her.

“That sounds perfect.” Calum tells her, handing over his plastic menu. The waitress sighs loudly, before she walks back to the kitchen area.

“How’s work for you?” I ask, my stomach is jumping nervously.

“Are we really going to make that type of small talk Bambs?” He chuckles lightly as he leans over the table a little.

“What else should we talk about?” I ask, trying to swallow the lump in the throat.

“Tell me why you’re still with Mike.” He says lowly. It sends sparks down my spine. I’m trapped in his gaze as he waits for an answer that I’m not sure how to give.

“I really like Michael. He’s good to me. And he’s really sweet.” I sigh, pulling my lips between my teeth.

“He didn’t go with you tonight.” He simply states.

“He just forgot we had plans. I didn’t remind about it this week.” It feels like I’m making excuses. And I know it’s because I don’t want to hurt Michael.

“Clifford didn’t give a flying fuck that you had plans tonight. Something better came up and he knew you wouldn’t fight him on it. You’re too nice, Isabella.” He sits back, his arms crossing over his broad chest.

“How do you know? He could have just simply forgot, Calum.” I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and a bit of annoyance.

“Mike’s been my friend for a long time. You don’t think I know him?” He scoffs.

“Why do you care, Calum? What does it matter if he did stand me up?” My voice gets a little loud and I look around to make sure no one is listening.

“Because you deserve better than that. He should picked you up at your fucking door and drove you to that play. Because he fucking missed out, Isabella. He missed out seeing you smile all fucking night. You were so happy, and he missed it. Fuck him for that.” Calum’s breathing is a littler faster and his eyes wider as he finishes speaking. My mouth has practically dropped onto the table in shock.

“Calum…I…I don’t…” I start to say, just as the waitress plops our plates down in front of us.

“Eat up, Bambi.” Calum says, picking up his silverware and cutting into his food. I don’t push the issue, choosing to eat in silence the rest of the time we were there.

The walk back to the car was also very quiet, though he still stayed close to me until I was inside the car. But during the drive, he didn’t look over at me. I had too much to time to think.

I thought about what I had done wrong to make Michael forget about how important this night was to me. It was all I talked about for weeks. But maybe I deserved it. I deserved for him to hurt me when I was lusting after his best friend and roommate. It must have been the universe’s way of punishing me. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I released a shaky breath, a couple of tears rolling down my cheeks as I did.

“Are you crying?” His voice is laced with concern.

“Possibly.” I sob.

“Shit, Izzy. I didn’t want to make you cry. Please don’t.” Calum pulls into the driveway of the house, parking it quickly and turning his body towards me.

“It’s just…I don’t understand why he couldn’t just come with me. Am I really not important enough for him to remember something like this?” I continued to cry and look down at my hands in my lap.

“Don’t say that shit. Mike’s just an idiot.” His hand comes over across the center console to gently wrap around one of mine.

“Maybe he just doesn’t fucking care. God maybe I’m the idiot.” I half laugh, half cry.

“No. You could never be.” He tries to comfort me, but I can feel my chest heaving harder.

“I’m so stu-“ But I can’t finish my sentence, because Calum leaning across the console pressing his lips against mine. My words are lost on his lips.

It felt too natural. Too perfect. I all too willingly molded my mouth with his, salty tears mixing in with the slow movements of our lips. The rough pads of his thumbs found their way to my tear stained cheeks, wiping away the wetness and pulling me closer to him. I allowed one of my hands to slide up the side of his neck and cup just below his jaw.

It was wrong. So why did it feel so right?

“Shit. Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t of fucking done that.” He suddenly pulls away, opening his car door and stepping out. “Just…sorry.”

He closes his car door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and more confusion than ever.

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How Many Republicans Are There In The Senate

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How Many Republicans Are There In The Senate

The Race For The Senate 2020 Is Over Democrats Have Flipped The Upper Chamber After Six Years Of Republican Control What Was The Split Four Years Ago

There are two Senators assigned to Congress for each of the 50 states. Each of the 100 Senators in the upper chamber are up for election every six years, which means that every two years one third of the chamber is up for re-election. Compared to the House of Representatives this is a very slow turnaround, as all 435 members of the House go up for election every two years, at the same time.

Two historic and unusual runoff elections in Georgia on 5 January have just decided the fate of the more prestigious and powerful chamber of US Congress, the Senate, for at least two more years. The Democrats have held on to a narrow majority in the House, and now the Senate by one deciding vote. This has enormous implications for Joe Biden’s first two years in office, which begins on inauguration day 20 January.

Jon Ossoff and Raphael Warnock have now flipped the Senate blue following extraordinary Georgia runoffs, leaving the split in the Senate at exactly 50 – 50. Two Independent Senators, Bernie Sanders and Angus S. King tend to vote with Democrats on major issues. Democrat Kamala Harris as vice-president and therefore president of the Senate, will break tied votes, where necessary.

Republicans Senate Wins Will Help President Trump His Judicial And Cabinet Nominees And Gop Chances In 2020

WASHINGTON – Republicans held on strongly Tuesday to their second-most important bastion of power: the United States Senate.

That means President Donald Trump, who holds the most important power center, can continue getting conservative federal judges confirmed – something he has done in record numbers already. And he is in a strong position should another vacancy materialize on the Supreme Court.

It means Trump’s anticipated shakeup of his administration should go relatively smoothly: Senate Republicans will be able to rubber-stamp new Cabinet nominees for posts ranging from attorney general to, possibly, defense secretary.

It means that no matter what the new Democratic House of Representatives does in terms of investigating Trump, the Senate is poised to beat back impeachment, as it did for President Bill Clinton in 1998.

And by gaining rather than losing Senate seats, it means Republicans have a vastly improved chance of keeping control through 2020, when they will be defending 22 of 34 seats up for grabs. That represents a table-turning from this year’s election, when Democrats had to defend 26 of 35 seats. 

Even Sen. Mitch McConnell, the normally stone-faced GOP leader of the Senate, showed a glimpse of glee Wednesday.

“I had one of the cable networks on this morning, and they said, “This is probably a rare opportunity to see McConnell smile,’” the Kentucky Republican told reporters.

Republicans Are Expected To Gain Seats In Redrawn 2022 Congressional Maps But Democrats Could Be Worse Off

U.S. Census data released Monday will shift political power in Congress, reapportioning two House seats to Texas and one each to Florida, North Carolina, Oregon, Colorado, and Montana — and stripping a seat from California , New York , Illinois, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Michigan, and West Virginia. Florida, Texas, and Arizona — each controlled entirely by Republicans — had been expecting to pick up an additional seat.

“On balance, I think this reapportionment offers a small boost for Republicans, but the bigger boost is likely to come from how Republicans draw these seats in Florida, Texas, North Carolina, and Georgia,” the Cook Political Report‘s Dave Wasserman tells Axios. “Reapportionment itself means little compared to the redistricting fights to come.” It won’t exactly be a level playing field.

“Republicans control the redistricting process in far more states than do Democrats, because of GOP dominance in down-ballot elections,”The New York Times reports. “Democrats, meanwhile, have shifted redistricting decisions in states where they have controlled the government — such as California, Colorado, and Virginia — to independent commissions intended to create fair maps.”

House seats broken down by final redistricting authority :

– Republican: 187

— Dave Wasserman April 26, 2021

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Republicans and Democrats traded Senate seat pickups Tuesday, but control of the chamber was still very much in doubt as the clock ticked over into Wednesday.

Sen. Cory Gardner, a Republican, was ousted in Colorado, while Sen. Doug Jones, a Democrat, lost his seat in Alabama.

The two parties held serve elsewhere in early returns, with Democrats winning along the mid-Atlantic and Republicans defending seats throughout much of the heartland.

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That included Iowa, where Sen. Joni Ernst fended off a stiff challenge. In North Carolina, Sen. Thom Tillis claimed victory, holding a 2-point lead with nearly all ballots counted. His opponent hadn’t conceded.

Sen. Mitch McConnell, the top-ranking Republican on Capitol Hill, won a seventh term and handily fended off a challenge by Democrat Amy McGrath, despite being vastly outspent.

Money flowed to Ms. McGrath from Democrats across the country eager to oust the man who sidelined their attempt to impeach President Trump, then pushed through his third Supreme Court nominee just a week ago.

“Democrats threw everything they had at him and he vanquished his opponent in typical fashion,” said Sen. Todd Young, chair of the National Republican Senatorial Committee.

Should that result hold, Ms. McSally will have lost Senate races in 2018 and 2020.

Mr. Kelly didn’t exactly claim victory Tuesday, but came close.

Five of those seats were in play this year.

The Bottom Line: Republicans Pick Up Many Seats In State House And State Senate Growing Supermajorities

On Tuesday night, Kentucky’s election results showed a huge sweep for Republicans at the state level as they brought their majorities to 75 of 100 members in the House and 30 of 38 members in the Senate.

At the national level, U.S. Sen. Mitch McConnell won his re-election race by a large margin and all of Kentucky’s congressmen easily won their re-election races.

As we wait to see the final results in the presidential race and learn who will control the U.S. Senate, here is a look at how many state races played out.

Much of the following is written based on unofficial election results but many of the margins are safe.

Some of the most notable races people had been watching closely include:

Rep. Jason Nemes holding his seat in Louisville after winning 54.4% of the vote with 94.29% of precincts reporting

Sen. Chris McDaniel winning his re-election race in northern Kentucky by 8,644 votes by the end of the night with 83.13% of precincts reporting

The Republican Johnnie L. Turner beating longtime incumbent Democrat Sen. Johnny Ray Turner .

A Republican will hold a longtime Democratic Senate seat as Adrienne Southworth ended up with 52.6% of the vote over current state Rep. Joe Graviss and the son of retiring state Sen. and former Governor Julian Carroll, Ken Carroll . 95.88% of precincts had reported in this race at the time this story was written.

Democratic Rep. Maria Sorolis narrowly losing her Louisville race to GOP candidate and former legislator Ken Fleming .

Pelosi Says It Doesnt Matter Right Now If Shell Seek Another Term As Speaker Beyond 2022

 In a press call, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi shot down a question about whether this upcoming term would be her last as speaker, calling it the “least important question you could ask today.” She added that “the fate of our nation, the soul of the nation” is at stake in the election.

“Elections are about the future,” Pelosi said. “One of these days I’ll let you know what my plans are, when it is appropriate and when it matters. It doesn’t matter right now.”

After the 2018 election, Pelosi agreed to term limits on Democratic leaders that would prevent her from serving as speaker beyond 2022.

Incoming Biden Administration And Democratic House Wont Have To Deal With A Republican

Democrats Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff wave to supporters during a joint rally on Nov. 15 in Marietta, Ga.

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Democratic challengers Jon Ossoff and Raphael Warnock have defeated Georgia’s two incumbent Republican U.S. senators in the state’s runoff elections, the Associated Press said Wednesday, in a development that gives their party effective control of the Senate.

Ossoff and Warnock were projected the winners over Sens. David Perdue and Kelly Loeffler by the AP following campaigns that drew massive spending and worldwide attention because the runoffs were set to determine the balance of power in Washington. The AP , at about 2 a.m. Eastern, then followed with the call for Ossoff over Perdue on Wednesday afternoon.

President-elect Joe Biden’s incoming administration and the Democratic-run House of Representatives now won’t face the same checks on their policy priorities that they would have faced with a Republican-controlled Senate, though analysts have said the slim Democratic majority in the chamber could mean more power for moderate senators from either party.

“It is looking like the Democratic campaign machine was more effective at driving turnout than the Republican one,” said Eurasia Group analyst Jon Lieber in a note late Tuesday.

Warnock then made just before 8 a.m. Eastern time on Wednesday.

Election 2010: Republicans Net 60 House Seats 6 Senate Seats And 7 Governorships

The dust has — mostly — settled on the 2010 midterm election with Republicans claiming across-the-board victories in House, Senate and gubernatorial contests. Here’s a look at where things stand.

1. In the House, Republicans have gained 60 seats so far with 11 Democratic districts — Kentucky’s 6th, Georgia’s 2nd, Illinois’s 8th, Michigan’s 9th, Texas’s 27th, Arizona’s 7th and 8th, New York’s 25th, California’s 11th and 20th and Washington’s 2nd — too close too call. Most projections put the total GOP gain in the mid-60s although several of the uncalled contests are almost certainly headed for recounts.

The Republican House victory was vast and complete as GOP candidates bested not only Democratic incumbents who won their seats in 2006 or 2008 — two great elections for Democrats — but also long-serving incumbents such as Reps. John Spratt , Ike Skelton , Rick Boucher and Jim Oberstar .

Geographically, Republicans crushed Democrats in the Rust Belt — picking up five seats in Ohio, five seats in Pennsylvania, three seats in Illinois and two seats in Michigan.

The group most ravaged by losses last night were the 48 Democrats who represented districts Arizona Sen. John McCain won in 2008. Of those 48 members, a whopping 36 — 75 percent! — were defeated while 10 held on to win. Two Democrats in McCain districts — Kentucky Rep. Ben Chandler and Arizona Rep. Gabrielle Giffords— are in tight races that have yet to be called by the Associated Press.

Cbs News Projects Hickenlooper Wins Colorado Senate Seat Democrats First Pickup

Democrats picked up their first Senate seat of the night, with CBS News projecting former Colorado Governor John Hickenlooper has defeated incumbent GOP Senator Cory Gardner. Hickenlooper decided to run for Senate after running briefly in the Democratic presidential primary.

Gardner was considered one of the most vulnerable Republican senators up for reelection this year, especially since he’s the only major statewide elected GOP official. Gardner has also been trailing Hickenlooper in polls leading up to Election Day.

While this is a victory for Democrats, they will have to pick up several other seats to gain a majority in the Senate.

House Candidate In Georgia Who Promoted Qanon Conspiracy Theories Likely To Win

Republican Marjorie Taylor Greene, a QAnon supporter who has promoted conspiracy theories, is likely to win her Georgia House race. The QAnon mindset purports that President Trump is fighting against a deep state cabal of satanists who abuse children.

Greene has referred to the election of Muslim members to the House as “an Islamic invasion of our government,” and spread conspiracy theories about 9/11 and the 2017 Las Vegas shooting.

Mr. Trump has expressed his support for Taylor and called her a “future Republican star.” Senator Kelly Loeffler of Georgia, who is locked in a tight reelection race, campaigned with Taylor last month.

The House passed a bipartisan resolution condemning QAnon in early October.

Lindsey Graham Wins Reelection In South Carolina Senate Race Cbs News Projects

Republican Senator Lindsey Graham won reelection, CBS News projects, after a contentious race. Although Democratic candidate Jaime Harrison outraised Graham by a significant amount, it was not enough to flip a Senate seat in the deep-red state.

Graham led the high-profile confirmation hearings for Judge Amy Coney Barrett to the Supreme Court, and Harrison hit him for his reversal on confirming a Supreme Court nominee in a presidential election year.

Meanwhile, Republican Roger Marshall has also won the Senate race in Kansas, defeating Democrat Barbara Bollier.

Mcconnell Not Troubled At All By Trumps Suggestion Of Supreme Court Challenge

Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell defended Mr. Trump for falsely claiming that he won reelection, although he acknowledged that the presidential race had not yet been decided.

“It’s not unusual for people to claim they have won the election. I can think of that happening on numerous occasions,” McConnell told reporters in Kentucky. “But, claiming to win the election is different from finishing the counting.”

“Claiming to win the election is different from finishing the counting,” Mitch McConnell says, adding that Americans “should not be shocked” that Democrats and Republicans are both lawyering up for the close races https://t.co/fxHKy8hSEppic.twitter.com/2pNlka2Jl4

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He also said he was “not troubled at all” by the president suggesting that the outcome of the election might be determined by the Supreme Court. The president cannot unilaterally bring a case to the Supreme Court, what it’s unclear what case the Trump campaign would have if it challenged the counting of legally cast absentee ballots.

McConnell, who won his own closely watched reelection race on Tuesday evening, expressed measured confidence about Republicans maintaining their majority in the Senate. He said he believed there is a “chance we will know by the end of the day” if Republicans won races in states like Georgia and North Carolina.

Pelosi Says American People Have Made Their Choice Clear In Voting For Biden

 In a letter to her Democratic colleagues in the House, Speaker Nancy Pelosi expressed confidence that Biden would be elected president, even though several states have yet to be called.

“The American people have made their choice clear at the ballot box, and are sending Joe Biden and Kamala Harris to the White House,” Pelosi said.

She also praised House Democrats for keeping their majority, saying that the House will “now have the opportunity to deliver extraordinary progress.” However, she only obliquely referenced the heavy losses by several freshmen Democrats who had flipped red seats.

“Though it was a challenging election, all of our candidates – both Frontline and Red to Blue – made us proud,” Pelosi said.

Georgias Republican Us Senators Call On Gop State Election Chief To Resign

Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger, himself a Republican, called the claims “laughable” and refused to step aside.

The early rancor and fighting over the presidential election results, which are headed for a recount despite Biden’s growing lead, is a preview of the intense fight to come over the fate of the two Senate seats. Vice President Pence told GOP senators that he plans to campaign in the state, and national Democrats are already pouring money and support to their challengers, Jon Ossoff and Raphael Warnock.

The Georgia runoffs are slated for Jan. 5, after the Senate is scheduled to begin a new session. That uncertainty means the Senate will be unable to officially organize until the results of that election are finalized.

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A Decade Of Power: Statehouse Wins Position Gop To Dominate Redistricting

Democrats spent big to take control of state legislatures but lost their key targets. Now they’ll be on the sidelines as new maps are drawn.

Protestors march in front of the Capitol in Austin, Texas, on Wednesday to demand all votes in the general election be counted. Texas Republicans will have total authority over the drawing of as many as 39 congressional districts in the state. | Jay Janner/Austin American-Statesman via AP

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Here’s something else Republicans can be happy about after Tuesday.

An abysmal showing by Democrats in state legislative races on Tuesday not only denied them victories in Sun Belt and Rust Belt states that would have positioned them to advance their policy agenda — it also put the party at a disadvantage ahead of the redistricting that will determine the balance of power for the next decade.

The results could domino through politics in America, helping the GOP draw favorable congressional and state legislative maps by ensuring Democrats remain the minority party in key state legislatures. Ultimately, it could mean more Republicans in Washington — and in state capitals.

After months of record-breaking fundraising by their candidates and a constellation of outside groups, Democrats fell far short of their goals and failed to build upon their 2018 successes to capture state chambers they had been targeting for years. And they may have President Donald Trump to blame.

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Democrats Got Millions More Votes So How Did Republicans Win The Senate

Senate electoral process means although Democrats received more overall votes for the Senate than Republicans, that does not translate to more seats

The 2018 midterm elections brought , who retook the House of Representatives and snatched several governorships from the grip of Republicans.

But some were left questioning why Democrats suffered a series of setbacks that prevented the party from picking up even more seats and, perhaps most consequentially, left the US Senate in Republican hands.

Among the most eye-catching was a statistic showing Democrats led Republicans by more than 12 million votes in Senate races, and yet still suffered losses on the night and failed to win a majority of seats in the chamber.

Constitutional experts said the discrepancy between votes cast and seats won was the result of misplaced ire that ignored the Senate electoral process.

Because each state gets two senators, irrespective of population, states such as Wyoming have as many seats as California, despite the latter having more than 60 times the population. The smaller states also tend to be the more rural, and rural areas traditionally favor Republicans.

This year, because Democrats were defending more seats, including California, they received more overall votes for the Senate than Republicans, but that does not translate to more seats.

However, some expressed frustration with a system they suggest gives an advantage to conservative-leaning states.

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Cori Bush Becomes Missouris First Black Congresswoman Cbs News Projects

Cori Bush, a progressive Democrat and activist, has become Missouri’s first Black congresswoman, according to CBS News projections. With 88% of votes reported, Bush is leading Republican Anthony Rogers 78.9% to 19% to represent the state’s first congressional district, which includes St. Louis and Ferguson.

Bush, 44, claimed victory on Tuesday, promising to bring change to the district. “As the first Black woman and also the first nurse and single mother to have the honor to represent Missouri in the United States Congress, let me say this: To the Black women, the Black girls, the nurses, the essential workers, the single mothers, this is our moment,” she told supporters in St. Louis.

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How Maine And Nebraskas Split Electoral Votes Could Affect The Election

As the race drags into Wednesday, it appears two congressional districts in Maine and Nebraska could prove pivotal in deciding the outcome of the election.

Maine and Nebraska are the only states in the nation that split their electoral votes. Maine awards two of its four electoral votes to the statewide winner, but also allocates an electoral vote to the popular vote winner in each of its two congressional districts. Nebraska gives two of its five electoral votes to the statewide winner, with the remaining three going to the popular vote winner in each of its three congressional districts.

Democrats Got Millions More Votes So How Did Republicans Win The Senate

Senate electoral process means although Democrats received more overall votes for the Senate than Republicans, that does not translate to more seats

The 2018 midterm elections brought , who retook the House of Representatives and snatched several governorships from the grip of Republicans.

But some were left questioning why Democrats suffered a series of setbacks that prevented the party from picking up even more seats and, perhaps most consequentially, left the US Senate in Republican hands.

Among the most eye-catching was a statistic showing Democrats led Republicans by more than 12 million votes in Senate races, and yet still suffered losses on the night and failed to win a majority of seats in the chamber.

Constitutional experts said the discrepancy between votes cast and seats won was the result of misplaced ire that ignored the Senate electoral process.

Because each state gets two senators, irrespective of population, states such as Wyoming have as many seats as California, despite the latter having more than 60 times the population. The smaller states also tend to be the more rural, and rural areas traditionally favor Republicans.

This year, because Democrats were defending more seats, including California, they received more overall votes for the Senate than Republicans, but that does not translate to more seats.

However, some expressed frustration with a system they suggest gives an advantage to conservative-leaning states.

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The Next 2020 Election Fight Convincing Trumps Supporters That He Lost

In Alaska, incumbent Republican Dan Sullivan’s double-digit margin could tighten with mail-in votes still out and only 74% of the votes in as of Wednesday, so put an asterisk next to that one, but that was supposed to be a 3-point race.

There is going to be a reckoning — again — within the polling industry. Survey researchers are already combing their numbers for patterns of what went wrong.

Some theories at this point include:

Early voting: Surveys having too many people in their samples saying they would vote early. The pollsters had a tough time adjusting for that, because there’s no historical trend to go by.

Democratic overresponse: Democrats and Democratic-leaning independents seem to have been more willing to talk to pollsters, and pro-Trump Republicans just didn’t want to participate as much because of their deep distrust of and disdain for the polls and the media.

This is not the idea of a “shy” Trump voter. While survey researchers — Democratic, Republican and nonpartisan — all found people, especially women, less willing to say they are Trump supporters to their friends and families, there is little evidence they aren’t telling pollsters they support the president.

The bigger problem may be Trump supporters simply not wanting to participate at all. That would seem to make sense, considering the consistent underestimation of Republican vote, especially in Republican-leaning states.

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Graham Claims Hes Never Been Challenged Like This After Senate Victory

Democrats largely focused their campaigns on protecting the Affordable Care Act and stepping up efforts to combat the coronavirus. Republicans mostly focused on the economy and preventing a Democratic-led Senate that could pursue progressive legislation in a potential Biden presidency.

Two top Republicans — Sen. Mitch McConnell of Kentucky and Sen. John Cornyn of Texas — will be re-elected, NBC News projects. Sen. Chris Coons, D-Del., Sen. Ed Markey, D-Mass., Sen. Cory Booker, D-N.J., Sen. Jeanne Shaheen, D-N.H., Sen. Shelley Moore Capito, R-W.V., Sen. Bill Cassidy, R-La., and Sen. James Inhofe, R-Okla., will be re-elected, NBC News projects. All were heavily favored.

Republicans held open seats in Wyoming and Kansas with victories by their candidates Cynthia Lummis and Roger Marshall, respectively, according to NBC News projections.

And Democrat Ben Ray Lujan won an open seat in New Mexico, keeping the state for Democrats.

Us Senate Representation Is Deeply Undemocratic And Cannot Be Changed

Few, if any, other “democracies” have anything this undemocratic built into their systems.

The U.S. Senate, as you know, is currently divided 50-50 along party lines, thanks to the impressive double win in Georgia, and counting the two technically “independent” senators as Democrats, since they caucus with the Democrats.

But, according to the calculation of Ian Millhiser, writing for Vox, if you add up the population of states and assign half to each of their two senators, “the Democratic half of the Senate represents 41,549,808 more people than the Republican half.”

Millhiser’s piece is named after that fact: “America’s anti-democratic Senate, in one number.”

41.5 million. That’s a lot of people, more than 10 percent of the population . You might think that in a democracy, the party that held that much of an advantage might end up with a solid majority in the Senate, rather than have just barely eked out a 50-50 tie in a body that, taken together, represents the whole country.

Republicans have not won the majority of the votes cast in all Senate races in any election cycle for a long time. Nonetheless, Republicans held majority control of the Senate after the elections of 2014, and 2016 and 2018 and still, after the 2020 races, held 50 of the 100 seats.

GOP does better in lower population states

Works to the detriment of Democratic power

It’s deeply undemocratic. Nothing can become federal law without passing the Senate.

Smaller states had to be reassured

The King of Souls, Prologue.

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   At the age of fourteen, Edgar didn't exactly dream of having to defeat the King of Souls, but being the heir to the throne meant you'd have to show you're worthy. And the challenge his father bestowed upon him, was the one bestowed to his eldest brothers too, the killing of the King of Souls. That said, his brothers never returned. 

   The King of Souls was a ruthless criminal, a thief, a murderer, a mage. And mages were dangerous. Well, not that a mere thief or a murderer isn't. 

Mages never put their magic to good use. They held a grudge for being hunted down. Few were still alive, and they were all evil people, the ones spreading fear mercilessly across the Kingdoms.

   And as it was with his brothers, Edgar knew he wouldn't come back alive. 

   Jason and David, his eldest brothers, were both muscly and incredibly strong. They could do anything they'd put their mind into. In short, until they were beaten by the King of Souls, they were undefeatable. Edgar, however, was skinny and weak, he used cowardly tricks to escape dangerous situations, and everyone, himself included, could bet that he wouldn't make it back alive. 

   "But, Father... I can't defeat the King of Souls..."

   "It is the kingdom's law to send the heir in a quest to defeat the kingdom's most feared villain. In our time, it is the Soulstealer." 

   The King of Souls' nickname didn't sound any less hostile. 

   "I know, but..."

   "As I did with your brothers, I am sending you away with a heavy heart, son. I will be praying for your safe return, along with your mother and your sisters." At those words, Edgar only swallowed and lowered his eyes. He knew he couldn't refuse the law. A law passed down for countless years, for centuries. He took in a deep breath.

   "Yes, Father." 

   "Good, good. Now, tomorrow is your fourteenth birthday. We'll hold a great banquet, and, the day after, you will set off." 

   "Yes, Father." With a heavy heart and a lot on his stomach, the blond boy turned to leave. He was stopped however, by his father's changed, gentle voice.

   "Edgar, please, forgive me for this. I can't do anything else. Please, please come back alive, son." He walked towards him, red cape fluttering with each step, his brown hair had began turning white in places, and as he stopped before his son, his forever unwavering expression broke, his lips trembled, his eyes shone with tears. "Edgar, I wont be able to stand losing you, too." 

   That scrawny, scarecrow of a boy, that good-for-nothing heir to the throne, had somehow won his father's love. The father that, for as long as Edgar could remember, was cold and distant towards each and every one of his children. The father which never showed any trace of emotions, apart from anger, displeasure and that forever-neutral expression. That man, that King, was now on the verge of tears, and for whom? His third son, the one who was called the shame of all the heirs, Edgar Ansley, the soon-to-be fourteen year old for which nobody but his mother and sisters cared about. 

   "Father, I am..."

   "Let's leave the formalities, Edgar."

   "Dad, I, I don't think I'll come back..." and then, before the silence could settle in, he looked up, into his father's blue eyes, and his voice broke. "I don't want to go..." 

   "Believe me, I wish, I wish I didn't have to sacrifice you too. When Jason never returned, I cried for two full days. When David never showed up, I did the same. I don't want to mourn any more sons. I don't want to lose you too. Not only me, but your mother won't be able to survive it either. You know how much she loves you." His strict father was now speaking softly, friendly. 

   He took Edgar into a warm embrace. The teen held his breath. It was the first time the king had done something like that, and the prince was left in awe. Surprised, hesitant, he wrapped his hands around his father. And, like a small child would do, he squeezed further into his father's arms, silently asking for a way out. 

   "I'm so, so sorry, Edgar." 

   *Then don't send me out, dad, please.* He wanted to say that, but he knew he couldn't.

    "It's gotten late, go rest. Tomorrow is a big day, son." At his words, Edgar only nodded.

   Before leaving the room, he whispered a choked "Thank you" to his father, who nodded in return. It was fine like that. At least now he knew his father loved him. 

   The dawn that rose brought his birthday along. It wasn't exactly a joyous occasion. All the presents he'd gotten would be useless after tonight. He'd be dead by the next week either way. His mother greeted him with a good-morning kiss on the cheek, as she always did, although that one lasted longer. His elder sister, July, gave him a warm embrace, a soft whisper of "congratulations" in his ear. And the smallest of all three, Anya, his younger sister who was only five years old, gave him a messy drawing of a few flowers, and a stick figure standing in the middle of them, wearing a crown. Edgar couldn't help but smile at it. He picked her up and spun her around, the little blonde girl laughed and yelled in excitement. Edgar came to a sudden stop as he put Anya down. He had to cherish these everyday moments now. He had to. For there would be no everyday for him after the next day. No sisters, no mother, no father. And then, it would be July's turn to sacrifice herself to the law. And Anya would be the only one alive, the last, precious heir. The law doesn't apply to the last heir. If the male heirs have been eliminated, it's the female's turn to retrieve the throne. But the last child, be it male or  female, is never sacrificed. They are safe from everything. Every inch of them, guarded. Unlike, of course, Edgar and his brothers and sister. They were replaceable by law, as it seemed. Edgar swallowed, threw the hateful thoughts out of his mind.

   He looked at his family instead. July was seventeen, if she'd been a boy, she'd probably have died three years ago. She was David's twin sister, and the one who grieved the most after his loss. Her brown, shiny hair was caught up in two long braids, and her bronze eyes were big, like almonds. Edgar really loved her, she'd been like a second mother to him, even though she wasn't that much older. He appreciated her. 

   "How are you today?" His mother asked, although quite hesitantly.

   "I'm alive," he scoffed "...for now at least." The queen wore a dark expression, as she pulled him back into her arms. 

   "I'm so sorry." 

   "Its not your fault, it's the law." He tried to keep his voice from breaking as he returned the hug. 

   "Screw the law." July gently ruffled Edgar's hair as she said that.

   "July, language." Their mother scolded, and the girl only sighed. 

   It was still early in the morning, but the preparations for the evening banquet had already started. The enormous dining room was now decorated with white ribbons and flowers. White symbolized growth and one's pure heart. Edgar wasn't sure he was worthy of it. And for that matter, he wasn't sure if either of his brothers was worthy of it. "Those who aren't brave enough to complete the challenge bestowed upon them from the king, aren't worthy to grow up." That mentality destroyed his brothers and would most likely destroy him too. It would probably destroy July, too. It would leave his parents grieving, it would leave Anya alone, burdening responsibilities and deaths. 

   He shook his head. There was hope. He could win against the King of Souls. He was decent at swordfighting and actually good self defence. Thinking of that, he almost burst out laughing. *There's no way Jason and David couldn't do it and I can.* 

   Being with his mother and sisters all morning, he felt rather lonely in the afternoon, when he had to speak to each and every one of those unlikable nobles. His father dragged him to meet each and every important noble in the Kingdom, and he couldn't have been more uncomfortable. He kept looking at the clock, wishing the time away.

   The celebration lasted until late in the afternoon, when all remaining guests were asked to leave. It was always like that. When eight in the afternoon had passed, the guests had to leave, so that the heir could prepare for the upcoming quest and receive the king's blessings.

   Edgar's stomach was heavy. Hell, his heart was heavy. His feet were unliftable, as he walked towards his father's -the king's- throne. 

   The king held his sceptre out as Edgar kneeled before him. The sceptre lightly touched the boy's right shoulder, before the cloaked man began speaking. 

   "I deem you worthy of your right to the throne. May your quest prove you worthy of being a ruler brave and fit for it, too." He lifted the sceptre from his right to his left shoulder and tapped it there twice. Edgar lowered his head even more.

   "I pray so too, father."

   The sun didn't rise with the new day. Or, well, it did but it wasn't visible, what with the heavy clouds and all. Edgar didn't take that as a good sign. The heir to the kingdom's throne got out of bed groggily, woken up by the hasty murmurs of the maids. 

   "Good morning." He said.

   "Good morning Young Heir." One of the maids, the blonde, Marina, smiled warmly at him as she answered. The other, Sarah, wore a bitter expression. She knew, the chances of seeing the boy again were low. Even so, a few moments later, she forced a smile and nodded at him. Sarah was the maid who'd helped the queen give birth to Edgar, she helped raise him. He was like a son to her. And Edgar too, confided in her as if she was family. He knew it was as hard for her as it was for him. 

   It was a heavy day despite the warm, sunny weather that had gotten rid of the black rainclouds in only a few hours. Nobody in the castle exchanged many words. Before being summoned by his father, Edgar had climbed on the castle's brick rooftop, looking at the view one last time before his journey. 

   The vast blue sky, the ever continuing ocean, meeting with the Maze Forests and the green that stretches from side to side, across his father's glorious kingdom. 

   Sitting there, Edgar was thinking about his bothers. He wondered if they felt like that too, before they left. He remembered seeing them brave, ready for everything back then. He remembered how he admired them, how he prayed for them, how he wailed and sobbed when their bodies were found and brought to the castle. But now, he wondered if they were just putting on a front. He wondered how they felt, snowing their efforts would go to waste. Edgar was weak, so he was prepared, but they were strong, so it must have been hard for them to accept fate. The boy was holding an apathetic stance for it all. He knew he'd let everyone down. Growing up, he was told he was the weakest of the male heirs, but he knew that himself. Fencing and fighting, hand to hand combat, every technique he'd tried, his brothers were better than him. He couldn't bring himself to think about harming someone back then. Not that it was any different now. Just, now it was necessary.

   The King of Souls. The name made chills run down people's backs just by itself. The man was said to have murdered villages and whole tribes, before settling in the Maze Forests, ten years ago. The King had sent him a treaty for peace more than once, letters that had returned to the castle along with a newly handless messenger. That man never held back. Why would he now? He wouldn't care for Edgar's age, he didn't for his brothers so why would he care for him? He wouldn't care he was still a child. He'd focus on the fact that he was a trespasser, on the fact that there was a stranger in his territory. A target, waiting to be eliminated. 

   At least, that was the image Edgar had in his head as he climbed down the stairs to the interior of the castle. He walked a few meters to the Throne Room, before stopping in front if its doors. The magnificent gates were drawn with detail, portraying heirlooms and heritages. They ended near the ceiling. They seemed huge and heavy now. He wondered how he'd push them open. His courage was gone. He knew he wanted to come back alive, but that wish was useless. Wishing about it wouldn't help him win. He knew. He was aware of that, when he pushed open the heavy doors, weighted down with responsibilities. 

   "My son, rightful heir to the throne..." sighed the king. 

   "Father, king of the Stemma kingdom." Edgar replied, with a somewhat shaky voice. His mother and sisters were standing on his father's left. On his right, stood the sceptre. It was always there though, as was his family. His stomach twisted into a knot, Edgar realized this was most likely the last time he was seeing that room. A sight escaped his lips and Edgar found himself staggering before taking the first step towards the throne. He swallowed his anxiety and moved forward. Just as he keeled down before his father, the gates opened and closed, revealing a tall, skinny silhouette, a man wearing an armor. A knight.

"I apologize for my tardiness, your highness." The manly voice wasn't deep, like his father's, and Edgar could recognize it. The face of the young man also rang a bell for him. The shiny black hair and the bright blue eyes, he was the second best guard of the Elites, losing only to the Commander, a thirty-five year old man, with unparalleled skills. Behind him, a girl, maybe Edgar's age, maybe younger, who seemed to think that she was hiding from them. Then, the young man's voice rang again.

"Maria, what do you think you're doing in here?" Upon looking at her, he then looked back at the king. "Excuse her, your highness."

The king smiled, "It's okay lad. Come forth, bring her along."

The knight kneeled, and so did the girl, same black hair, same blue eyes. Edgar stared at them for a few seconds, before he remembered. *Oh. Right, I forgot, I'll have to have some company.* his brothers had a guard appointed to them too, and frankly, her forgotten about that. Ugh, it was bad enough he was a terrible swordfighter, or fighter at all, but he'd probably have to take lessons from the second best now, huh? How would that help him? He'd still end up dead.

He didn't shake his head to shake the thoughts away, instead he raised his head to look at his father.

"You are hereby a man with a mission, my son. A sacred one. I pray for your journey to be sweet, and for the Maze Forest to be kind with you." After a deep breath, the king rose from his throne "I pray you return safely to us, both Knight and Heir, so that the curse of the King of Souls may come to an end."

Edgar lowered his eyes.

"Now, you can begin your journey. And if this is the last I hear of you, then so be it, it is all the will if the gods and our ancestors, the people of the ancient laws." His voice broke a little when he said that, and the queen's expression darkened.

"With your blessing, Father, I shall set upon this journey for freedom to my people, freedom from fear, for the murderer that is the King of Souls." Edgar didn't know where he found the courage to not only say those words, but shout them. He got up, his expression filled with pride and determination. After bowing to his family and whispering a soft "Goodbye.", Edgar walked out of the room.

The knight heard the softspoken word that had escaped the boy's mouth before he stormed off the room.

"With your blessing, Sire." Both he and the girl bowed to the royal family and before closing the gates behind him, the Knight swore to the king to do his best to bring his son back. To that, the older man only nodded, a shaking smile on his lips.

The gates finally closed.

Didn’t Know about The Aussiepoo

On the off chance that you've generally cherished possessing an Australian Shepherd yet can't adapt to the possibility of all that hair (Aussie Shepherds shed. A ton), there's new pooch around that will win your heart for sure. The Aussiepoo is the most recent in a long queue of fashioner crossbreeds that have taken the most desirable characteristics of two breeds (for this situation, the Poodle and the Australian Shepherd), given them a shake, and think of something that figures out how to be both recognizable and totally new at that equivalent time. What's more, honestly, something that is likewise bone-fide lovable. With their shaggy (yet kindly non-shedding) coats, immense eyes, and dopey articulations, the Aussiepoo could dissolve even the stoniest of hearts. On the off chance that you need to discover more, you've gone to the perfect spot to do precisely that. Right away.  If you looking for best pet grooming in delhi visit to our website

1. They're half Australian Shepherd

Split the Aussiepoo genealogy in two, and one half will be devoted to the Australian Shepherd. A grouping dog that is eminent for its perpetual energy, unlimited drive, and high insight, the Australian Shepherd is a colossally famous breed across the world. With their delicate characters and faithful, adoring qualities, they make extraordinary family dogs (albeit just for families willing to invest a lot of energy going around the recreation center – deny an Australian Shephard of its activity and you'll before long feel its anger). Truly, the Australian Shepherd is an even, medium measured dog that is somewhat more than it is tall, and with a shading that can differ enormously between singular dogs. Their own drawback (on the off chance that you can consider it that) is their jacket's ability to shed – anyplace, constantly, and independent of how regularly you groom them.

2. Half Poodle

The Poodle is a dog that needs no presentation. Known (and dearest) the world over for their well disposed characters, their brave considerate habits, and their gigantically keen minds, their status as one of the country's most mainstream pets is in no way, shape or form unmerited. Accessible in different tones (with the most well-known being ginger, dark, white, apricot, and to some degree more uncommon, 'harlequin') and different sizes (standard, small, and toy), they settle on an extraordinary decision of pet for hypersensitivity victims because of their non-shedding, hypoallergenic coats. Regardless of whether you don't have hypersensitivities, you're certain to be prevailed upon by their energetic, tender ways.

3. What's more, 100% themselves

A youngster may be a blend of their folks, however they're still entirely interesting. The equivalent applies to the Aussiepoo. Indeed, it might take after the Australian Shepherd somely (look at those multi-hued coats!) and nobody will say it doesn't have a trace of the Poodle about it (look at how those multi-shaded coats don't shed!) yet this is no straight down the line duplicate feline. On the off chance that you've generally yearned for an Australian Shepherd, get an Australian Shepherd. In case you're heart skirts a thump when you see a Poodle in the road, get a Poodle. An Aussiepoo might be the lovechild of two extraordinary breeds, yet it's still completely, 100% its own dog.  If you are searching best dog grooming in delhi contact to whoof whoof.

4. They can weight up to 30lbs

The Aussiepoo may be just about as charming as anyone might think possible, however they're in no way, shape or form little (not except if you're taking a gander at the small or toy assortments, in any event). Both the Australian Shepherd and Poodle are solid, very much fabricated dogs, and their posterity obviously takes after them. A completely developed Standard Aussiepoo (the biggest of the three sorts) can develop anything up to 20 or 22 inches high at the shoulder, and will commonly weigh in at around 30 pounds.

5. There's a small assortment

Living in a little studio is no hindrance to possessing an Aussiepoo, not when it's a Miniature Aussiepoo, at any rate. Not substance with restricting the breed to the Standard assortment, some brilliant flash chose to blend things up by making a scaled down line. The little pooch was made by breeding a Miniature Australian Shepherd with a Miniature Poodle. With similar attributes as their bigger kin, a similar insight and the equivalent doll great looks, the Miniature Aussiepoo is an easy decision for pet proprietors with a craving for an Aussiepoo however with no space to swing a feline.

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6. What's more, a toy assortment

In the event that even the Miniature Aussiepoo is too enormous a recommendation for you, there's an answer. The Toy Aussiepoo is probably pretty much as minuscule as dogs get, standing only 15 inches tall and weighing somewhere in the range of 15 and 20 pounds. As welovedoodles.com noticed, the Toy Aussiepoo is accomplished by intersection a Toy Poodle with a Mini Australian Shepherd. In spite of having more hidden medical problems than the standard assortment, Toy Aussiepoos are the most pursued of all the Aussiepoo assortments. On the off chance that you need one for yourself, hope to pay much more than you'd have suspected a 15-pound featherweight might order.

7. Their jackets are technicolor rainbows

Why have an exhausting white dog, a dull dark one, or a typical ginger one when you might have a rainbow hued one all things considered? In reasonableness, you're not going to see a great deal of pink, violet, or green Aussiepoos, however you will see ones in essentially every other shading possible. The layers of this adorable breed come in pretty much every shade a dog can come in, from blue merle to red merle, dark and red tri to dark and tan, parti to sable. Look sufficiently hard, and you may even discover a couple with a strong tone.  If you are searching best dog grooming in delhi contact to whoof whoof.

8. They pass by more than one name

Like most creator cross breeds, the Aussiepoo passes by more than one name. Which can make it marginally befuddling when you're attempting to discover a breeder. Is the Aussie Poo equivalent to an Aussiepoo (alright, that one makes its own determinations)? Is an Aussiedoodle a similar dog as the Aussie Poodle? What's more, what the hell is an Aussie Shepherd Poodle Cross, at any rate? Things get considerably seriously confounding when you get into the Miniature Aussiepoo sticky situation, with Mini Aussiedoodle, Toy Aussie Poo, Toy Aussiedoodle all becoming an integral factor. However, as howtotrainthedog.com takes note of, each one of those various names really allude to precisely the same breed.

9. They're very keen

The Australian Shepherd is a keen dog. The Poodle is for all intents and purposes a virtuoso. It makes sense, at that point, that you will wind up with a sharp puppy when you blend the two. Furthermore, the Aussiepoo is one exceptionally cunning puppy in reality. With more minimal dark cells than the vast majority of us could credit, they're a delight to prepare – advise them to sit once, and they'll be perched on sign until the end of time. Join their book smarts with high energy levels and magnificent bouncing abilities, and you have a dog that is ensured to win each compliance class and impediment race going.

10. They came to noticeable quality during the 1990s

No doubt, there were likely a few 'normally happening' Aussiepoos some time before they at any point got a name. Dogs are wont to mate, all things considered, and being of a comparative size, the Poodle and the Australian Shephard were regular partners. In any case, it wasn't until the last part of the 1990s that dog breeders began thinking about formalizing those periodic 'experiences' and making a bit of cash all the while. After Ausiepoos got taking going in North America in the mid 2000s, information on the breed gradually began to spread to the remainder of the world. Today, the Aussiepoo, while not as basic as some other architect crossbreeds, is a recognizable sight.   If you looking for best pet grooming in delhi visit to our website

Car Heaven 1: The Land of Rebuilding

No sooner did I land on the other side of the door than I found myself smelling something absolutely horrifying.

The closest thing I could think of was the crash site, but ten times worse. My natural instinct was to hold my breath, but of course my brain wanted to fight me on that. I wouldn’t be able to hold my breath the whole time, no matter what. But there was a good chance whatever I was breathing wasn’t exactly good for me. Maybe, though, it wouldn’t really matter.

I slowly got to my feet, being mindful of sharp objects and my own back. Judging from the spot I’d landed at, I wasn’t the first person to enter Car Heaven, as most of the dangerous debris had been swept away. I brushed off my hands and looked around for a hint of where Blue Boy might be.

The place looked like a junkyard, if junkyards had strange reddish skies and piles upon piles upon piles of car parts scattered everywhere. The smell matched, at least. The trash piles, I noted, had clear cut paths through them. They were big enough for a few cars to drive through, or maybe a monster truck. All of the paths seemed to lead to one specific road, which was wide enough for at least two monster trucks.

The wide road seemed like a good place to start.

As I walked down the road, I began to notice a few things. For one, the stench was getting worse, which meant I was probably getting closer to the source. The second was that the view was rather plain- wide open spaces with no real points of interest and scrubby vegetation for miles around. The third was that cars would pass me, going in the same direction I was going. None of them had drivers. Most had their windows down. Some even passed in pairs. They all appeared to be in pristine condition, as if they’d been taken from the factory.

Also, they could move much faster than me. In fact, they seemed to speed up when they got close.

After hours of walking, I began to see bushes and tall grasses springing up along the road. I could also see some kind of endpoint, an enormous gray structure in the distance.

The gray structure was a ferry, guarded by an ancient black car. I’d only ever been on a ferry once, but that was a small one. This one was absolutely enormous, and made of a substance I couldn’t quite place. Actually, a lot of things down here felt like their makeup was a little off. I couldn’t explain why, but somehow I guessed it had to do with the cars.

What wasn’t okay was that the ferry was floating in a river of sludge. This was the source of what I was smelling- it looked like it was made up of gas, oil, and any other liquid that went into an engine. I severely hoped that this river didn’t have a real-world outlet. That would be no good for climate change.

I approached the ferry. The cars were driving themselves onto it, so it stood to reason I should get on, too.

The black car suddenly sputtered and revved it’s engine. Two old motorcycles immediately jumped to block me. “OY YOU!” The car roared in a wheezy, raspy voice.

I stopped in my tracks. “Huh?” Despite being able to talk, the car didn’t seem to have a mouth.

The old car rolled toward me, his headlights flashing. “I MAY BE BLIND, BUT I’M NOT DUMB! I KNOW WHAT A DAMN CAR LOOKS LIKE, AND YOU ARE NO CAR!” He paused to shake dust off of his roof. “THIS FERRY ISN’T BRINGING YOU ANYWHERE!”

I frowned. “How do I get across then?”

“SWIM!” The car shouted. “YOU HUMANS SURVIVE EVERYTHING, SURELY SOME GAS WONT HURT!” He completed a full circle around me, then returned to his post. “NOW GET LOST!”

The motorcycles started advancing, and I ran back to the tall grasses along the side of the road.

I stood for a minute, debating how best to get past the guard. I wondered if a bush of grasses would escape his notice, but the motorcycles were still an issue.

“I don’t like Caron either, kid.” A smooth voice said behind me. “I’ve been trying to find a way past him myself. Were you planning on trying the bush method, too?”

I whirled around. There was no one there except a pastel yellow Volkswagen Beetle. “Hello?” I asked, having expected to see a human. “Where are you?”

“Right here. I saw that guy yell at you, can’t say I blame you for backing down.”

I started to turn again. “Wha-?”

“Nope, back.” I turned back toward the Beetle again. “Back back back back- perfect.”

I frowned. “All I see is a car.”

“What? You never saw a talking car before?”

I jumped slightly. “That’s you?”

The Volkswagen’s motor sputtered and started up. “The name’s Bug.” He responded.

I slowly calmed down. “Oooh- okay. Well, uh... you sounded like a person!”

Bug sounded like he was smiling. “It’s okay, kid. You’re out of your element, I bet. I won’t lie, I am too.”

I squinted. “You’re a car. This is Car Heaven.”

Bug’s front half went up, then down. It was like a car shrug. “Ain’t Heaven kind of a one-time thing for you humans?”

I continued squinting. “....... you have a point. So uh, you called that guy Caron-“

Bug shrugged again; or maybe it was a nod this time. “He’s an old myth to us cars. First steam engine car ever made- hates anything after and especially hates humans. But he controls the ferry between the Land of Rebuilding and Car Heaven.” He smacked the ground with a front tire. “We’re in the Land of Rebuilding, in case you were wondering.”

I nodded. I’d already hit my weirdness limit today, so this information was relatively easy to process. “And we need to get past that ferry.”

Bug opened his driver door. “Hop in. Caron’s old and blind, he won’t notice I have an extra passenger. Just hide in the backseat.”

I took a step forward. “Okay. I’m trusting you here, barely.”

Bug chuckled. “Eh, sounds about right.”

I climbed into Bug’s driver seat, then crawled over into the back, touching the heat patch on my shoulders when I landed. “Now what?”

Bug started rolling forward. “Now I get on the ferry and we get across the river.”

I hunkered down into the floorboards. I did not want to deal with Caron or his motorcycles again.

“YOU!” Caron roared. “WHAT ARE YOU, A LADYBUG? GET YOUR TAILPIPE ON THE DAMN BOAT!”

“I’m trying, sir.” Bug mumbled. I felt his wheels roll over the threshold to the ferry.

“GARAGES ARE ON THE LOWER DECK, WE LEAVE IN... TWO MINUTES!” Caron shouted.

“Noted.” Bug drove down several ramps, before finally coming to a stop in a garage-like room. He did something to put the door down, and a light flickered on. His door opened up again. “Hop on out, kid. There’s a toolbox you can sit on over there.” The door shook slightly.

I climbed out of the backseat, going over to the box and sitting on top of it. “Thank you. I would have had to jump in the back of a pickup if it wasn’t for you.”

Bug turned his engine off. “No problem. But hey, can I ask why I smuggled a human onto Caron’s ferry?”

Chevrolet Aveo Fob Keys And Remote Program San Antonio TX

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About Chevrolet Aveo key and lock infrastructure

Chevrolet is an American automaker of top choice vehicles functions as a General-Motors segment and one of America&#39;s greatest auto manufacturer of average cars, Trucks and commercial cars worldwide. stationed in Detroit, Michigan, penetrated the public in 1903,  Chevrolet predominantly embrace the same kind of immobilizer instrument on most of their models beginning at 1997.

On previous cars, to cut and program a supplemental key on the control panel, you has to have not less than one programmed master key, nonetheless to make a spare key for recent vehicle, an exclusive diagnostic equipment and key programmer is required.

Beginning at 2007,  Chevrolet models able to embrace the Passive Entry Passive Start (PEPS) for it's a push start ignition or keyless entry as a standard or optional instrumentation.

Ignition repair

When the vehicle doesnt fire up, there are all kinds of problems which could be the root  cause. Since the fuel supply system and vehicle power supply are linked to the ignition cylinder, the trouble can be difficult to inspect by an incompetent hands, but here are the most common problems, which you may have to cope with.

</p> <h5>key will only turn half way in the ignition</h5> <p> When the ignition key wont turn in the ignition lock, it could be due to a few reasons: Frequently this occurs when the steering  is locked by the ignition cylinder with the car front wheels shift to the side (usually when parking up a hill) or when one of the front wheels is pressed against something (e.g. curb stone). In this condition, try swinging the locked steering wheel to the sides left and right while gently shake right and left the ignition  key - which may help in unlatching the steering lock.

</p> <h5>Dead car battery</h5> <p> One more typical reason why your ignition switch may not work is a failure of the vehicle power supply. A dead car battery might be due to alternator failure or electronic wiring. When you have no lights on the dash-board turning the key in the ignition, most chances you need to call a car mechanic shop.

The ignition is one of the most important systems of any car and consisting so many small parts that can be difficult to inspect by an incompetent hands, so the most a person advised to do confronting ignition switch  issues is to double-check you are in fact attempting to start up your own car and schedule with a car lock man to arrive to your juncture to reprogram, rekey  repair the key or ignition which will priced as about $160–$360.

Chipped key issue

2 decades ago and perhaps even earlier, many vehicle producers has started implementing requisite digital immobilised car main computer and chipped keys keys and locks in their cars as an added assurance to eliminate vehicle theft.

When a transponder chipped key is injected into the ignition break, the chip ignites and delivers an audio and infrared waves indicator code to the vehicle computer unit. If the sign code is paired with the code in the car computer module, the motor vehicle will crank to serve as anti-theft structure for contemporary cars.

To originate or duplicate a key, on top of the fact that the key have to be shaped to sync the cylinder, it also has to be rightly decoded to the car computer

Chevrolet Aveo keyless device

Smartkeys are an ultimate feature in driver comfort and convenience, you are adept to lock and unlock your doors and moreover running the car engine – without even holding the key. You merely need to have it on you, either in your purse or handbag.

Whenever the driver step by their car, they’re identified by a paired audio and infrared frequency transponder chip hidden inside the keyless entry device. The doors open and unlock when the driver yanks the lock handle. The car engine flares up pressing a button on the dash-board console. The button is altering the mechanical key by opening the current on the engine fuel supply.

Closing the car when exiting is just as smooth. The driver only clicks a keypad on the door handle – some smartkeys even lock whenever the driver walks out of range.

Copy vs lost car keys

The process of cutting and programming a car key varies between individual year and models of the car. On several types of vehicles, on-board programming can be employed for extre key programming. This interface eliminates the need for expensive computer equipment and key codes when matching a new transponder key to the vehicle. Models with no Dash-board console programming  outline must have an extra key coded using a specific computer equipment that is accessible solely to an authorized locksmith or Chevrolet Aveo dealer.

This coding machine costs a few thousands of dollars to purchase which is why making an electrical car key is at least $60 more then to plainly cut an old-style mechanical key.

If you lost all keys to your car you will probably need to tow your vehicle to the dealership or call a locksmith to come out to your place of choice to reprogram the  to employ the new key and reject the old one. Lost key made enforce the driver to proove ownership as insurance, title or registration and will costs $180–$250.

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Car locks changing

San Antonio Key Replacement is satisfied to care all sort of Chevrolet Aveo re key services on the spot to recover a shattered, robbed or lost keys. Eminently all stylish vehicle are decked with electronic keys and locks technology and the action vital to get your lock re keyed has to involve the good coder for the correct motor vehicle. Instead of ferrying your car to the dealer, just uplift the telephone and call our customer care office in San Antonio TX and one of our car adjusting personnel will be with you in the short run with a roaming service van including recent ignition parts, key cutters, blank keys and programmers ready to settle any sort of urgent incidences.

To summarize

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Online Video Marketing Traffic Explosion

On the web video promotion is an average of low priced and doesn't need the high advertising costs related to tv advertisements. It is mentioned that its own power is becoming very near classic tv adverts. It's undoubtedly more powerful than print adverts.

A growing number of organizations are beginning to use online video promotion within their own advertising efforts. It is actually the way forwards for the enterprise and you can find lots of chances. Isn't it time you investigated on the web video promotion and proceeded in to the long run? Embrace it and also examine the possibilities waiting for you in online video promoting content.

Know your Enterprise concentrate

What's it you expect to attain from your promotion? Are you currently wanting to acquire new clients or customers? Do you want to boost your conversions and earnings?

Whatever your final goal, it's very important that you get a fantastic video advertising effort set up. Employing online video promoting content will undoubtedly go a little way to assisting you to realize your business objectives.

We favor visual articles

From the time tv seemed we now have enjoyed to stare in displays, being amused by anything it could throw . Video had a significant effect on society for decades now the net does the identical.

Individuals actually spend more hours on the web today whenever they do watching tv. There are many methods to be amused with the assortment of online content available now. Among those ways is content. Yes individuals and companies have realised online-video promotion provides great chances for them.

Imagine for an instant you desired to promote your residence. You get in touch with a property business to promote your house for you personally. Everybody has an image of their residence on display, however you opt to go one . You opt to take your videocamera and move from room to room documenting every small detail.

If folks arrive at converse about a home, who can you imagine will find the maximum attention from potential customers? It really is likely going to be you as you've done your internet video promotion and also have supplied them something visual to check out. Maybe not simply a dry static picture like every one . We like to see tv and this really is a choice instance of the ability of video advertising.

Atone time banner adverts were a well known form of advertisements online. They have some efficacy to tell the truth, however many of these power was eroded in the past few decades. If a man or woman has been confronted with the option of buying a banner advertisements or even a video, then they have been more inclined to see the video.

In one's internet video advertising strategy you're allowing other people to set the video that they enjoy onto their site or site, and sometimes even talk about it with other folks. You're effortlessly supplying an internet video promotion social encounter, that may enable you to get more traffic from the very long run.

Product advertisements

If your company has something that you desire to promote subsequently video offers enormous chances . It's perhaps not really simple to spell out what the item actually does in plaintext. Can be the possible consumer planning to bother examining the excuse or so are they going to snowball through it?

With internet video promotion you are able to make an engaging video that'll enable one to demonstrate your merchandise visually. The viewer is going to get an improved experience if they see the moving images and also hear a voice talkingabout As a portion of this video you might include a link of your web site in order they are able to see it and also have a look at the item farther. Now you are able to opt for the purchase price.

Why don't you provide your products the online-video promoting treatment they deserve and also add a fresh angle into your marketing and advertising campaigns.

Sales webpages to movie

Have you seen a number of the long product sales pages online? If you are anything like me that you can't be bothered to learn all of the way through. Paragraph after paragraph of long waffling text if everything you want to understand is exactly what it may do to you and how far is it really will cost.

A video product https://www.simba7media.com/services/video-production/ sales page that you make within internet video promotion provides much more compared to the static text earnings page. That you never have to look on camera should you not need to.

The video might be composed of text and also some body may be reading it outloud. You might even add pictures or effects in the event that you would like to. All of it helps you to supply a fantastic viewing experience and can boost the probability of you getting earnings.

Is video promotion high priced?

The easy answer is online-video promotion is a very low cost approach to promotion. You don't need expensive video equipment to generate a great videogame. What you need to make sure the video is already engaging. Give value to people and so they are going to benefit you by looking into further exactly what you need to offer you.

Hosting your video might be achieved on YouTube. This supplies quite a few advantages because huge numbers of people worldwide visit this website on daily basis. Consider the traffic that you can easily get as a consequence of internet video advertising. You are going to have more people returning into your own web site for a consequence of individuals visiting your video on YouTube. More traffic increases the odds of greater sales as well as readers. Additionally it can help with your internet advertising video search engine optimisation campaigns.

To sponsor a video on YouTube wont cost you anything . You are able to even make your own station and insert lots of videos on it. When you own a site or site then you are able to embed your video within it. YouTube is possessed by Google therefore you may be certain that it may help to your internet video promoting searchengine campaigns.

You may find that the traffic that you receive will probably be advantageous particularly if you do local online marketing in your company.

Video advertising solutions

If you believe that you never have the opportunity to explore this publication method of marketing then you definitely should think about calling video advertising services. They'll probably be only too inclined to look after your own video sales pages, product advertisements etc., which makes you free to concentrate on other facets of one's business enterprise.

Conclusion

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DEAD WALLS RISE 2 (g/t fantasy)

Even though the pocket was dry and the enormous body just on the other side of the fabric was very warm, Jae shivered uncontrollably. He wavered between soundless, body wracking sobs to bouts of anger and misplaced bravery. 

‘I’ll wait till he puts me down and run’ said the braver part of his brain. ‘And if he tries to grab me again, I’ll find something sharp and stab him in the eye! Both eyes even!’ Then the other side would rear its head and whimper in a small shattered voice, ‘No, don’t do that! They’re so much bigger than you. They’ll just squish you with their feet, with those ginormous boots. Don’t cause trouble and maybe they’ll let you go. Maybe they really wont eat you...like they said.’ ‘Yeah right! They’re liars and murderers. Even if this one doesn’t eat you, the bigger one sure will!’ The braver voice was becoming more quiet as the giants walked along, insouciant about their little captive. After all, why would they pay him much mind? They knew they had him trapped. One of their steps was a dozen of his own and he was very high up. If he fell, Jae was sure to break some very important bones and most certainly his skull. ‘Even if you ran, they would catch you. The big one caught you right off earlier without even trying. You can’t run. You’re caught. And when you’re caught...’ ‘...you’re lunch.’ The once brave voice answered. Fresh tears poured down Jae’s face. He was regretting not drinking the water when he had the chance. He recalled how he had pulled himself from the cart after it flipped with an earth shattering crash. It had been the first sound before the ox’s dying wail. And then silence. Everyone was laying down on the ground oddly. He called for Tebard, the oxman. But he didn’t answer. He just lay still on the ground beside the pond. Eyes open and mouth agape. He called for Rita and Horrand, for their daughter Senny who he had played tag with just yesterday. Before it rained and they had to climb into the cart and huddle beneath blankets. Their mothers didn’t want them to catch a cold.   Mother. Father. He called for them too. And like the rest, silence was the only answer he received. For hours he walked about the pond, looking at the faces of his dead companions. He found Senny curled up with her mother, Rita. Horrand was near by. He found his parents laying close to one another. They were dead. They were dead. All of them. Dead. Dead. DEAD! Jae could not rightly remember what else had happened. Hours surely must have passed, but all he really recalled was crying. Hard and fast, the cold chill in the air burning his lungs. He screamed. For anyone. Someone. He called out to every God he could remember and begged and pleaded. Please don’t let this be real. Please let them wake up. They had survived for so long, been through so much. This couldn’t be how it ended. He couldn’t be all that was left. He couldn’t be alone. “I don’t want to be alone,” he told the sky. Please. Please. I don’t want to be alone… In the throws of his grief, he slammed his fists into the muddy earth and his hand caught something, the force of his blow causing it to skitter away. It was a cup. Hand carved. Well worn from years of use, but cared for. He did not have to be alone, he thought in a daze. He could join them. Drink the water... He approached the water with slow and careful steps, minding the dead. He tipped the cup into the cold clear water, careful not to let it touch his fingers. An odd precaution, but it seemed important. His hands trembled as he brought the cup close to his face and the water inside jiggled and sloshed. Jae looked to his left and to his right. He was the last one. He was alone. And above all else, he did not want to be alone. So he raised the cup… “Over this way,” came a loud voice. The sound startled Jae and he dropped the cup and it fell into the water, disapearing into the shallow depths. He looked towards the voice and watched in horror as two towering figures emerged from the thick fog. Giants. Far in the back of his mind, Jae recalled something about being careful what you wish for. Because you might just get it. He had begged the Gods to send someone. Anyone. And one of those smartasses sent a pair of giants. The Fucker. …………………….. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but waking up was not very pleasant. His neck hurt, his eyes were sore, and his head thrummed with a headache. Curious as to what it was that woke him, the boy shifted and stretched, but froze when he realized his bed was moving. His breath caught in his throat when he looked about him and everything came crashing back. Jae was still sitting in the giant’s pocket, swaying lightly with the large man’s movements. He was walking down the largest hallway that Jae had ever seen. The floor was dark flagstone with a carpet of deep rich crimson running down its length and covering the impossibly high walls were huge tapestries. The other giant from before was walking alongside Jae’s captor, dressed in a long blue coat. Unlike the dark haired giant of whose pocket Jae was currently occupying, the other giant was taller and a bit thicker bodied with long greasy red hair and an unkempt beard. His sharp green eyes, as though sensing that he was being watched, shifted to peer at Jae. The boy was quick to duck further into the pocket, but he kept his eyes on the huge man. When Jae did not look away, the man just smirked in response. The pair was silent as they walked along the hall until they came upon a set of double doors. The red haired giant pushed the left door open and held it open for his companion who stepped through wordlessly. The room beyond was huge. Shelves upon shelves of books and tomes and scripts of all imaginable varieties stretched up to the ceiling. At one end of the room was a large window staring out onto the expansive lands beyond and in the middle of the room, dominating the space, was a long table. Heavy wooden chairs with plush red cushions lined each side, enough for twenty giants to sit comfortably. A jug as tall as Jae sat in the middle of the table on a platter with several goblets made of the same metal as the jug. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any of that wine a’ yers left, Warren?” asked the red haired giant. Warren, Jae recalled belatedly. That was the giant’s name. The King. The King of Vhasshal. The boy gripped the edge of the pocket tightly until his knuckles turned white. The pain between his temples throbbed and he felt sick. “Help yourself,” the King, Warren, told his friend as he made his way to the far end of the table. “I have a feeling we’re going to be needing it.” The red haired giant walked over to a wall of books just at the level of his head and reached out as though to pluck one of the books from the shelf. However, when he pulled, an entire section of books pulled away to reveal a false door, behind which sat a large decanter filled with dark red liquid. He pulled the container of wine out and closed the fake books back into place. Jae bristled at the sudden movement of the King reaching up to his pocket, little heart hammering. Fingers reached in and wrapped around Jae’s chest, pulling his up and lifting the little boy free of the fabric. Jae squirmed, breathing hard as panic began to set in. “Easy there,” murmured the King. He sat Jae down on the table, but did not release him. Instead, Jae found himself being held somewhat loosely between the giant’s hands. “No need for that, now.” Despite trying to keep as still as possible, Jae could not keep from shivering. He stared ahead of him, but not focusing on anything in particular. It was too much too quickly. He had just lost everything mere hours ago and suddenly he was sitting on a giant’s table, cradled in the hands of one. One of the large hands gently patted his back. There was the very real urge to bite him. The red haired giant sat the decanter on the table with two of the table’s goblets in his hand. As he poured the dark liquid into both, his gaze flickered over to Jae for a moment.   “Dismissin’ the council’s gonna be messy,” he was saying. “Captain Baynor won’t like it either.” “Probably.” “Might not be the most reliable fella if things get thick. His son was apart of the garrison at Riftside.” “Aye, I remember,” Warren replied, his tone grave. “Mourin died there too.” “If you’re thinkin’ of clearing house, you may be forced to keep some folks you’d rather hang.” “And I suppose you have some ideas?” “A’course.” “Let’s hear them then.” …………….. The two giant’s conversation wafted over his head. Jae stared at the lines in Warren’s hands, the way the flesh pressed together where his fingers bent and the pattern of the faint ridges and lines of the skin. The smell of the room reminded him of the tax office back in Silvaara. Lots of paper and ink and oddly enough, wine. Jae remembered the clerk who would file his father’s business license always seemed a bit over-watered and red faced. He wondered where the clerk was now. If he was dead. Where had he died? Had he been captured when the capitol fell? Had he been eaten like so many others? He was vaguely aware of the sound of a door opening and words being spoken. Someone entered. More giants. ‘How many giants are in Vhasshal?’ Jae wondered absently. Or just in the castle. Was he even in the castle? He had to be, everything was huge. Even to the towering men that spoke above him. Everything was so big. So much bigger, more powerful. In control. It was all too much too soon, too fast, too much. Too much. After a moment, the human boy heard the giant speak and it was another moment before he realized he was speaking to him.   “Jae,” said the King gently. The boy looked up, the visage of the giant blurred by the tears pooling in Jae’s eyes. “This is Matron Dana, she’s going to get you cleaned up.” His head whipped around he saw a lady giant standing to the side of the table, dressed in a black gown with a matching scarf covering her head. She was older, the lines at the corners of her mouth making it look as though she were perpetually frowning. Her eyes were gray and void of warmth. “Be gentle with the boy,” the King said, lifted Jae up and holding him out to the woman giant. “He’s still quite scared.” “I’ll see to it that he is taken care of,” said the woman lowly. Her hands were shockingly cold despite the warmth of the room. She held him awkwardly, her fingers twitching as she seemed to struggle to find some way to hold him without letting a good portion of him dangle in open air. “Shall I have Jerrard bring up some dinner, sire?” “Yes, that would be good,” replied the King. “And some more wine. We shall be here a good while.” “Very good, sire,” the woman replied, bowing slightly, and turning to leave the room.   ……………… The moment Matron Dana stepped out of the room, the door closing behind her, her entire demeanor changed. Her placid face turned into a disgusted snarl and her hands that has been cupping Jae shifted and he found himself held aloft in the air by his shirt. When he cried out in fear, she shook him. “One sound and I’ll snap your filthy neck,” she hissed. The woman stomped down the hall. “Wash it? Wash it?! No amount of soap could clean the filth from you, disgusting little rat. You’ll be lucky if I don’t drown you.” Jae fought the urge to kick and scream, very aware of how precariously the woman was holding him. His shirt was big on him and he feared he could slipped through even without the woman’s help. The red carpet flew passed below his feet at a frightening speed. He chocked back the bile rising in his throat. The woman continued to mutter angrily as she weaved through corridors and hallways. “Matron Dana,” called a deep voice. The woman paused and turned, catching sight of a tall giant dressed in a white and gray tabard, a black shirt, and black breeches. A sword hung at his hip. Matron Dada immediately dipped into a curtsy. Despite himself, Jae yelped as the motion swung him about. The woman scowled at him and shook him again. “What did I say?” she growled down at him. “Sir Baynor, good evening, sir. How may I be of assistance?”   The giant caught sight of Jae and matched her scowl. “What have you there, madam?” “The King brought this rat from his hunt,” she spat, shaking Jae again. He clamped down on the scream rising from his throat. “Ordered me to have it washed.” The man snorted and shook his head. “Our King has lost his mind. First that old archivist, now this pathetic creature? How many humans does he plan on allowing in the castle?” “Filthy vermin, the lot of them.” “My concern lies more in the fact that we do not know these creatures,” said the large man. “Bringing in random waifs and strays. What happens when one of them makes an attempt on the King’s life?” “I would never allow that to happen,” said the woman sternly. “I have served the royal family for decades. I helped raise the Princes and Princess when their dear mother, Gods preserve her soul, passed. Now our King has lost his mind in grief! Taking in strays and rats. My Son was disfigured by a Silvaaran mage, good sir. I’d gladly see them all burn. But by the Gods, I’m to wash one.” Captain Baynor appeared thoughtful for a moment and then his lips curled back into a wicked grin. “I believe, my good woman,” said the giant, reaching out and plucking Jae from her grip. She did not resist. “...that it would be in our King’s best interest to learn that this behavior cannot stand.” “What do you suggest?” she asked, crossing her arms. The giant gripped Jae around his chest, one of the large fingers pressing to his face and muffling any cries. “That perhaps it best if this little one,” said the man, raising Jae up and poking at the child’s flailing feet. “...was to simply disappear.” The boy feared his heart would burst from his chest or perhaps it would simply explode. The adrenaline in his system felt like lightning striking his extremities and he struggled. He kicked and tried to bite, but the man’s glove was too thick. He couldn’t breathe.   “That’s all very good and all, good sir, but what do I tell the King?” asked the woman. “He’s expecting the rat be returned to him.” “You’ll tell him that you did as you were supposed to and when you went to fetch a towel or some such thing, the human had disappeared. No where to be found. Run off, let’s say. Such as an ungrateful little mite is want to do.” The woman smiled, her teeth were yellow. Jae’s struggled were ignored for the most part and it was beginning to become very difficult to breath. The finger silencing his cries blocked both his mouth and nose. No matter where he tilted his head to free either, the finger followed. It kept him silent. After a short period of time, the edges of his vision began to blur and gray. The pure terror and lack of oxygen took its toll on the poor boy’s body and blackness overtook him. ………………….. “And just what are you expectin’ me t’do with ‘im?” asked a gruff voice. The blackness retreated and Jae found himself draped over the side of Sir Baynor’s gloved hand. The air was thick with the smell of herbs and spices, making his already tender head even more so. He shivered and shifted, moaning when the fingers around him tightened.     “What you do with captured humans,” snapped the voice of Sir Baynor and Jae was pushed forward. “Cook it.” “Is that what ya do with ‘em, eh?” growled the other voice with a warning edge. “King outlawed it, Baynor.” “You’ll address me as Captain, cook. In any case, our beloved King should not be burdened with the minutia of lowly criminals or how they are dealt with.” replied Baynor. “Trespassers need to be punished.” “Aye. But again. King outlawed eatin’ humans. Don’t matter if he knows about the runt ‘er not. Still outlawed,” said the other in the same voice before huffing a humorless laugh. “I’m sure ya remember well, Captain. Seem to recall ya were quite irked ‘bout it.” “Careful of your words, now. It is in your best interest to do as I command, Farris.” There was a frigid pause. “Is that a threat, Captain?” “Now don’t go mincing my words-” “Because if it was a threat,” said the other giant, his voice low and hard. “Best be knowin’ it’s generally a poor choice to be doin’ such a thing when the one yer threaten’ has a very large knife.” “I could say the same thing, my good man,” said the Captain, matching the other’s tone. “Or do you think this sword here is only for pageantry?” Jae was roughly grabbed from the Captain’s hand. He lay limp and disoriented in the new giant’s hand, his frazzled brain desperately trying to reboot. His breath was ragged and quick.   “Good man,” said Baynor, the smugness of his voice easily discernible. “Nothing fancy, mind. A simple stew I think. Not much to the wee brat. Best use up what’s there. Hate for him to go to waste now.” The other giant didn’t respond, but Jae could feel more than hear the angry growling. Still dizzy, Jae lifted his head just as Sir Baynor turned to leave through a green door. It shut behind him with a sense of finality. The fingers around Jae’s ribs tightened marginally and he whimpered, expecting to be crushed. “Gods piss on it!” snarled the giant and he turned swiftly. Jae saw the flash of metal and watched in horror as the giant raised an enormous cleaver in the air. Jae flung his arms above his head. The cleaver came down and plunged itself deeply into the wooden surface of the table set in front of them. Just as he felt the relief of knowing that the knife was not aimed at him, Jae was abruptly and unceremoniously dumped onto the same table. Two large hands slammed down on either side of him and Jae screamed, curling into a ball. “What the fuck are ya doin’ wanderin’ around and gettin’ yerself caught by the likes of that bastard, ya lil’ git? Ya stupid in th’head ‘er somethin’? Lookin’ t’be gobbled up are ya?” All the terrified boy could do was whimper and whine. A large meaty finger poked at Jae’s side, hard enough to hurt. “Answer me, boy.” “P-please...” Jae wailed. “Don’t cook me!” “Well that fancy faced fuck’s expectin’ lil’boy stew,” the giant grumbled harshly. Jae could feel the giant’s hot breath along his neck and he could imagine how close the large man was, hovering above him. His voice dropped into a lower octave, his words but an angry whisper. “So what exactly am I supposed to be doin’ with ya then? Be doubtin’ the stockades come in miniature.” “Please...” Jae was openly sobbing, chest and shoulders heaving. “I...I d-didn’t tres...pass. He took me, I p-promise! I didn’t do anything!” “Took ya from where?” “M-ma...matron Dana gave me to him. She said she was gonna drown me and...” “And where might she have been gettin’ ya, then?” Jae dared to peek up from his defensive curl. The giant was leaning over him, piercing green eyes staring down. “T-the King. He told her...ah, she was suppose to give me a bath or something. I don’t know. I didn’t want to come! But he brought me here and now...” The giant’s already dark expression turned murderous and Jae curled back in on himself, fearing he said something wrong. “Please don’t hurt me!” There was a heavy sigh and he heard the giant utter a guttural snarl. A hand, thick and warm, came to rest over Jae’s back, startling him badly and he tried to skitter away. The hand pressed down, pinning Jae to the table and the boy squirmed and whined in fear. “Shush now. Ain’t gonna hurt ya, lad,” said the giant, his voice now quiet and soft. Sympathetic. A thumb gently rubbed his back as his other hand came down to meet Jae’s front and gently scooped him up, setting him back against his other palm and held him there, not unlike the way the King had. “Yer safe.” “No where’s safe,” Jae mewled, shivering. “Well. Down here ya are,” he replied. “Lots of big angry fuckers with knives to stand between ya and those who’d actuality wanna see ya dead and roasted on their plate. None of my boys would hurt a child.” Jae, desperate for the smallest spark of hope, slowly looked up. The giant was watching him carefully and Jae felt his mouth fall open in shock. This giant and the red haired giant the King hung out with looked exactly alike. The differences were minute. Such as the other giant having long greasy hair and a short thick beard, this giant’s hair was decidedly non greasy and cut short with thick sideburns that extended down to his square jaw. But they had the same face and same sharp green eyes. “Y-you look like...” Jae began, but stopped and looked away. “Keral,” supplied the giant. “Big ugly fucker who never washes his hair? Aye, he’s my brother. I take it ya ran into ‘im too?” “Uh-huh. He...he was with the King when he found me,” Jae replied, scrubbing at his eyes. “Actually...he found me first. And the King brought me here.”   The giant opened his hands, releasing Jae. He bent down and rested an arm on the table, the other planted at his hip. Green eyes regarded the frightened youth curiously. “And why’d he do that?” “Because...” Jae rubbed his hands together in a nervous fit and looked away. “Because...someone poisoned the pond and everyone drank the water but me and...they died and I was alone and...I guess he...” Again, the giant sighed heavily, running a hand down his face and staring off at something along the far wall. A moment passed and he turned his green eyes back down to the waif cowering atop his table. “How old are ya, son?” he asked softly. “Almost eight...” Jae muttered. “Cripes...” The giant pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed. “Gods piss on the lot of it.” Jae swallowed hard, shifting so he was sitting cross legged and fiddled with the hem of his knitted shirt. “Y-you’re really not gonna cook me or nothing? Even though he told you to?” “Not a chance,” replied the giant bitterly. “That fucker’s lucky I ain’t lacing his food with fuckin’ nightshade. He’ll get his stew, alright. But ya ain’t gonna be in it.” “Won’t he notice?” Jae asked, worried.   The giant straightened his back and crossed his arms as he smirked down at the boy. “Do I look like I give a fuck?” Jae stared and blinked. “Uh...no?” “That’s right,” he replied with a nod. “So here’s what’s gonna happen, boy. You are gonna stay in here til I can get a message up to the King explainin’ what you’ve told me. Baynor ain’t no little fish to be underestimated. There’s a reason he’s Captain o’ the Guard. But I ain’t no pushover neither.” Jae nodded slowly, wiping at his red eyes, and the giant watched him for a moment. “Got a name, boy?” he asked. “Jae.” “Name’s Farris,” said the giant. “I run these kitchens. Meanin’ what I says goes, got it? Listen good and ya just might get out a’ this shit with all’a ya intact.” ……… Jae was left on the table while Farris went to write the message to the King and whatever he had planned for duping Captain Baynor into thinking he was getting his little boy stew. Thankfully, Farris took the large cleaver with him. It did leave a formidable gouge in the wood, though. The fragrantly scented room was much smaller than the rooms that he had seen thus far in the castle and it was quiet, an aspect he was very grateful for. It took several minutes, but Jae managed to calm his heart rate close enough to a normal rhythm, but he could not truly relax. There was the fear that any moment another giant with less than good intentions would slip in and get him. Every little creak or small noise had Jae jumping in fear and looking to the green door.   The tears came back and he wiped them away with the collar of his shirt, sniffing miserably. His mother had knitted it for him, making it big so that he could grow into it. She was always complaining he grew out of his clothes too quickly. The green door opened and Jae stiffened, waiting for death to walk under the lintel. Instead, Farris walked in with a swathe of clothe draped over his arm. One glance at Jae, and the giant easily picked up on the morose expression and the new tear stains on the boy’s shirt. Farris walked over and scooped the boy up. Though Jae did tremble at the contact, he tried to keep still. He knew Farris was trying to help and the last thing Jae wanted was to seem ungrateful. Instead of grabbing him around his middle or chest as everyone else had, Farris cupped Jae in one hand and used his other hand to steady the boy and hold him to his broad chest. Wordlessly, the giant took Jae to the far corner of the room where there was a door way and a set of narrow stairs leading up. “King’ll be getting my note soon,” Farris said, stepping into the room at the top of the stairs. Like the room below, it was small and it was noticeably colder. It appeared to be his personal quarters. There was a bed in the corner, a lit lantern on the wall, and a small table at the center of the room that was covered in books and scraps of parchment. The window off to the side was dark. Night had fallen. Only the light from the lantern lit the space, casting it in a dim golden hue. “Just sent a footman up with the food. Not sure what he’ll do, but it could get rough. Doubt his majesty’s gonna take the Captain’s behavior in stride. So we need t’be prepared fer shit to get thick. Here me, Jae?” Jae nodded absently. “What...what do I do?” “You, lil’un,” he said, carefully lowering Jae onto the bed. “Are gonna stay here and stay hidden. If anyone comes lookin’ fer ya I don’t feel has any business knowin’ where ya are, they won’t.” Before Jae could formulate a response, Farris pulled the swathe of cloth from across his arm and wrapped it around Jae and tucking in the corners. He then reached into the pocket of the apron around his waist and pulled out three bright green apples. The fruit looked absurdly small in the giant’s palm and he tipped his hand to let the fruit roll in front of Jae. “Here,” he told him. “Ya don’t look like yuv seen decent food in a good while.” “Thank you,” Jae said, staring at the apples, but instead of feeling the urge to scarf them down, all he felt was nausea. All the adrenaline and panicking had left his tummy feeling sour. “But I’m not hungry...” “If I come back and I don’t see at least one core,” Farris warned as he pinned Jae with an unamused look. “I’ll reconsider addin’ ya to the stew.” Jae froze, looking up into the giant’s face to gauge the seriousness of the threat. Farris’s expression was stern and unwavering. Reaching for one of the apples, and bringing it to his face, Jae took a small bite to appease the large scowling man. Jae chewed the mouthful slowly. It was cold and crisp and sweet and tangy all at the same time. And so delicious. He took another, bite, bigger than the first and chewed faster. Then another, more fervent than the others, fat goblets of juice dripping down his chin. Within a minute, all that was left of the first apple was a meager core. His stomach did not protest the food and seemed perfectly happy with the turn of events and growled loudly, begging for more. Jae reached for another, pausing when he heard Farris laugh.   “‘Not hungry’ my arse,” Farris chuckled before turning to leave the room and closing the door behind him. ……………………… The apples had been reduced to cores and what little flesh was left was quickly turning brown. Jae rolled them around some, tossed them in the air, caught them, and generally tried to find some way to occupy his mind. But after a while, all pretenses were put aside and Jae stopped ignoring the swirling miasma of his inner thoughts. And he cried. Hard and long and proper. He called out miserably for his mother and father, knowing they would not come. He cried out of fear for being where he was, in the situation that he found himself, and wished that he had been awake to drink the water with everyone else. Let whatever poison lacing the water take him into a dreamless sleep. He would have drank with the others, unknowing of the danger so close. Here in this place, he was painfully aware of how much danger he was in. Everywhere he looked reminded him that he was small and helpless and very alone. Pulling the cloth tighter around his shoulders, Jae walked over to the large lump that was the pillow and burrowed underneath it and turned his body so his head just barely poke out so he could breath fresh air. He stayed there for some time, happy to be warm, and slightly hidden should some hungry giant come strolling in to try and find themselves a convenient snack. So it was unfortunate that as such a thought crossed the boy’s mind that the door opened and a giant that he certainly did not know strolled inside. The giant was younger than any other that he had met and was carrying a small metal platter. Jae froze under his cover, slowly easing back under the pillow and hoping the giant would not spot him. The giant was looking around the room, peeking at the table, under the table, and even lifting some of the parchment, ostensibly looking for Jae. The giant’s brown eyes wandered over to the bed and swept over the pillow, but doubled back. Jae had been spotted. With a fearful squeak, Jae pushed himself all the way under the pillow. “So, uh...” came the muffled voice of the giant. “Farris sent me up here to check on ya and keep ya company fer a bit.” Jae remained where he was and did not answer the giant. “Uh. So, m’name’s Kol,” he said, stammering awkwardly. “Ya don’t gotta hide from me lil’ guy. I ain’t here to hurt ya.” He laughed. “Shit, Farris’d skin me or worse. And he’d do it too! Ya never wanna piss Farris off. One time he got so pissed at a guard fer...uh, something, that he threw a carving knife at him! He missed, mind ya, but not fer lack a’ tryin’. The guy was a right fucker. Think he died at Riftside. Ah, anyway, uh...you gonna come out? Kind awkward talkin’ to a pillow, ya know.” He still did not answer. “Look,” Kol said. “I know ya gotta be scared outta wee head, but you’re safer here than any part a’ the castle. Save fer maybe with the King. He sent a note back to us by the way. Wants to us ta keep ya safe with us fer a bit till be can get things handled proper like.” Slowly and carefully, Jae pulled himself out from under the pillow, just enough to meet the giant’s gaze. Kol was standing near the end of the bed, a healthy distance away as though he were trying his best not to frighten the already terrified child. When Jae emerged, the awkward half smile on Kol’s face faltered and turned sad. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Farris said ya were a lil’ thing, but...cripes. Yer a just a babe.” Jae did not protest the statement. Seeming unnerved by Jae silent staring, Kol glance around awkwardly and when his eyes caught onto the plate in his hands he smiled. “Oh yeah, brought up some more food in case ya were still hungry. Got some bread and cheese and some more apples.” He moved closer to the where Jae huddled and sat the metal plate down on the bed. There was a hunk of bread almost twice his size and a hunk of crumbly white stuff of equally large proportions. There was a small ceramic bowl filled with more green apples. Jae’s mouth watered at the sight and shimmied out from under the pillow. It was enough food to feed twenty people easily. Possibly more. Certainly more. He thought back to all the times they had to ration meager portions of beef or rotting vegetables and it made him sad. Kol was smiling at him though, encouraged by Jae willingly coming out, even though the little human was still eyeing him warily.   “Said yer name was Jae,” Kol said. “That right?” “Uh-huh,” Jae replied, scooting closer to the food. “Well, like I said before, I’m Kol. Work here in the kitchens. Under Farris. As a baker.” He pointed to the chunk of bread. “Made that there myself. This mornin’. Well, me and couple a’ other fellas. We make all the bread fer the castle. Which is a lot. Oh, here.” Kol, seeing the way Jae was staring at the plate, reached into his apron and pulled out a small knife and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jae froze, staring with wide eyes at the sudden flash of metal. But all Kol did was use it to cut off a small piece of bread and cheese and put them close to the edge of the plate where Jae could reach them before slipping it back out of sight. As though it were a normal thing to be hiding small knives about ones person. Maybe it was a kitchen thing? Still a little shaky, Jae leaned forward and snatched the pieces of food, watching Kol at the corner of his eye, but the giant just watched him patiently. There came a peculiar sound from outside the window and Kol was on his feet in an instant, genial expression flashing to a more sternly concentration. Pressing himself against the wall, the young giant leaned carefully to peer out at the world below through the dirty glass pane. He did not look happy. “...what is it?” Jae asked, ready to dive for the shelter of the pillow given the word. “Nothin’ ya gotta be worryin’ about,” Kol told him gently as he pulled the drapes closed. “We’re just gonna stay up here. Let the big guys deal with it.” “It’s because of the Captain right? The...one who wanted to eat me?” Kol walked over to the other wall where the lantern hung on old brass anchors and pulled it up and off the bracket, setting it down on the floor and the room became darker. “Sir Baynor is a very powerful man, but no one who defies a direct decree from the King and should be expectin’ there to be no recompense fer it. I’m not much of a mind fer politics, but it doesn’t take a scholar to figure out trying to eat a human for the fuck of it is beyond the pale. Personally, I hope they hang the bastard.” Kol looked absolutely enraged. “We finally be gettin’ beyond all that shit and he comes strutting up trying to get on with it, on the side like? Farris should’a ripped the fucker apart.” He sighed then. “A’course it’d have just made a bigger mess.” he paused, seeming to recall who his audience was. “Sorry. Don’t mean to be talkin’ ‘bout all that nasty business. Like I said, though. Yer safe as can be up here.” “Thank you,” Jae murmured. “For the food too.” “Think nothin’ of it,” Kol replied. As the night stretched on, Jae wondered if it really was too much to hope to see the sun rise again.

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