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The Pied Piper of Dublin Scene 1- The Cross Academy AuditoriumThe Pied Piper of Dublin by ~AnaxErik4ever
(The curtains open on a group of five musicians: Maru with an oboe, Moro with an acoustic guitar, Fuu Houuji with a wooden flute, and the black and white Mokonas with bongos and small bell cymbals, respectively. They start to play "Let Me Be Your Song", a song that invokes the wonderful ability of music to come from anywhere, as made famous by Jim Henson on Fraggle Rock. Every so often, Maru and Moro break into the verses, and a harmonic chorus, in lieu of the beautiful song. Once they are done, the audience claps as Fuu steps forward to deliver the prologue.)
Second Thoughts Abigail gazed out at the water. Lake George was especially quiet during the late spring, a calm before the madness of the summer tourist circuit. Only a few more days before she would have to give up her house to a family she did not know and would have cared less about dealing with. She could only hope the family's three kids wouldn't knock over too many things while she spent a week in Europe for the conference. She had been planning this home stay for months, but she still couldn't help but feel a little prematurely homesick.Second Thoughts by ~AnaxErik4ever
She ruffled a hand through her shoulder length hair, reveling in how u
Mystery Meets Magic From Rumpelstiltskin's personal sibylline book of prophecy: "A detective born on the banks of the Thames shall come to Storybrooke and make amends with Morgana le Fay."Mystery Meets Magic by ~AnaxErik4ever
It was late May. All of my friends back at school had gone home for the summer, and my parents were expecting me at home. Despite how Rumpelstiltskin warned me about how Fairytale Land people couldn't leave Storybrooke, save for Pinocchio and Emma, I was still making preparations to fly back to my residence by the Hudson River. In addition to being the place where I grew up, the valley where the river ran was the place where the aut
Encounter He would be proud of you...Encounter by ~AnaxErik4ever
He would call me overly sentimental.
I would reply that, unlike him, I actually care about how my clients feel when,
and after, they deal with me.
My actions are driven by charity and compassion
whereas his are driven by greed (on the part of the client) and vengeance (on his part).
He would say I have a soft heart; I would say he has a hard one, but that they both were made this way by the same thing: love.
He would glare at me and then disappear to his own devices, and I would be left feeling very... confused.
Did he mean what he had said, or was he just playing with me?
We shall never know.
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