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Prologue, 25 years after the Warhawks' darkest day I stand before the Ouroboros portal, beside the young woman I have raised from infancy, trained in all my expertise, and come to love as my own flesh and blood daughter, wanting to hold her back and keep her safe, but knowing it was time for her to learn her past, and possibly even solve the greatest mystery and sorrow of the Warhawks.....Who murdered our beloved leader, my dear friend and mentor, her own father, Bladed Diplomacy? The average person would never see any of BD in Dove's soft brown hair, her sparkling eyes and her bright and easy smile, but I, with my goddess-touched eyes, h

"Dreams are better then Real Life"             …I had pushed the devil Apollyon from Bastian's body, using the Fire of Heaven I had received from the Archangel Michael.  He'd promised me Bastian's body would not be harmed as I burned the evil one's spirit from within it.  As soon as my foe was vanquished, I collapsed, weakened by the power of Heaven.  I managed to crawl to Bastian's limp form before I fainted.      I woke to his gentle fingers stroking my long white hair.  I smiled up into his sweet, purple eyes, and leaned up to meet his kiss.  I sent my love for him to wash over him, and felt his answering wave of emotion fill me.

Prelude "Victims"         The scene in Southern Spice's office was a grim one.  Spice sat on the edge of her desk, her co-leader Bladed Diplomacy, stood by the door, arms folded, jaw clenched.  Across from Spice, on the bright green sofa, sat their friend and leader of Pryzm, Chaqrah, at one end, and Lady Cat at the other.  Between them sat the young demon Suka, Cat's arm draped protectively over her narrow shoulders, and Ice-Gondor, who kept glancing over at his friend, concern in his hazel eyes.  Suka sat quietly, her white cheeks whiter then usual and streaked with tears, her dark ringed, red eyes, wide

The Ballad of Cherry Bomb part 1 "...If this world is wearing thin, and you're thinking of escape..."                      I basically grew up on the streets of Paragon City.  My Dad raised me by himself for the most part.  I didn't know where or even who my mom was.  Dad would never talk about her, so eventually I quit asking.  Dad wasn't always there, himself.  I don't mean he left me alone or anything, he just wasn't always "there".  He was an artist, and I guess artists are allowed to be eccentric and al

Santa Baby, by No Man's Kitten   Santa Baby, slip some daggers under the tree, For me. Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down to Port Oakes tonight. Santa baby, a real Kult-Mag hovercycle, Dark purple. I'll wait up for you dear, Santa baby, so hurry down to Port Oakes tonight. Think of all the fun I've missed, Think of all the Longbow that I haven't evissed, Next year I could be just as good, If you'll check off my Christmas list, Santa baby, I want a real name, Tell me that's not too lame, Been an angel all year, Santa baby, so hurry down to Port Oakes tonight. Santa honey, one little thing I do need, The