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Hi everyone! I haven’t posted a story on here for a long time, so I found this old short story that I had started… I think last year, but never finished cause I hate writing fight scenes, but tonight I edited it, changed up a few things, and added more to the story. I hope you like it! :)

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“I have nothing to apologize for,” I said as I leaned against the wall of the rickety old shack, my arms crossed over my chest. It was dark inside with the only light source being from the shrinking flames in the fireplace. The faces of my fellow gang members were shadowed, but I could still feel them staring at me with hate in their eyes.

“You went to Sidea and informed them of our whereabouts, telling them exactly where to find us, and yet you say you have nothing to apologize for? You are a traitor!” Russell roared, almost seeming to make the whole shack tremble when he slammed his fist atop the table. I stared at him with sarcasm – as though to appear that I was completely unaffected by his rage, but inside, I was in utter bewilderment. It didn’t make sense to me how he found out about my betrayal. I was super careful when I gave Sidea the information they needed- no one else was around, yet somehow he managed to find out, just as he always did. Still, I had to play it off as long as possible…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I betray the gang – my old friends – for Sidea?” I asked with a shrug.
Russell shook his head, seeming confused and disappointed. “Oh, Matthew. We had such hopes for you in our gang. Now, I’m afraid-”
“-you’ll have to kill me?” I predicted. Russell may always find things out after they’ve happened, but I was the one to figure them out beforehand.
Russell slowly turned to face me, a scowl on his face. “Exactly.”
Grinning, I shook my head. “Not gonna happen,” I said and made a dash for the door, but was punched back by Alvin.
“Nice punch, Al!” I said, “Try this one on for size.” I whammed my fist into his chin and he let out a cry of pain as he fell to the floor, clearing my path to make my escape. Before I could get out the door, Big Jim grabbed a hold of me and locked me in a choke hold. I was running out of breath fast, but I was not about to give up. I waited a few seconds to make my move and when I had waited long enough for Big Jim to believe he had me, I swung my legs up and jerked them back, kicking him firm in the shins which resulted in him releasing his grip on me and falling to the floor.
I fled out the door and despite the bitter cold that stung my eyes I kept moving forward, not daring to look back, for fear that the faint glow of the warm fire would be too tempting to resist.

After walking against the cold for what felt like miles, I found a small cave to rest the night, but I would have to get an early start so that the gang wouldn’t have a chance of finding me. I was on my own – not for the first time and I was sure, not for the last.
They called me a traitor and, sure maybe I was, but I did what I felt I had to do. I knew the gang would be coming after me, ready to kill, but I was more than ready to fight them back.

They used to be my friends….

….my brothers…..

…..but now they were my enemies.

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What did you think? Feedback is highly appreciated! 😀 It’s not my best, but I still like it :)

Love,
~Fluffet~

Alright. Are you ready? This is the LAST part. Okay… Let’s see what happens! 😀

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Erebelle was telling her mother all about Damarias’ new stall when suddenly she heard a bone chilling roar.
“Damarias!” She breathed and ran out to the barn to fetch her horse. When she exited the barn she looked at the ground for Damarias’ paw prints.
“That way, Moonlight!” She yelled and her horse raised back on two feet and galloped in the direction of Damarias’ paw prints.
Everyone in Charzul heard the roar, even Prince Neal who was looking everywhere for Alfred. When he heard the roar, he hurried to the stables to see if Alfred’s horse was still there, but all of the hunter’s horses were missing. Neal hopped on his horse bareback and he, too, went after Damarias, but this time, to keep him safe.
Damarias continued running, his face getting scratched and bleeding from brushing up against branches in the forest. He noticed a fallen down tree and knew he had to jump over it, but if he didn’t make it, the hunters would catch him. Damarias reared back and jumped forward, and although he did make it over the tree, he had a bad landing. The hunters caught up with him and circled around him. Erebelle came riding from the west and Neal from the east.
“STOP!” Erebelle and Neal yelled in unison, but it was too late. One of the men fired a shot and Damarias let out a wail that made Erebelle’s heart skip a beat.
All of the hunters, frightened by Prince Neal, ran away, but Alfred stayed and faced him.
Erebelle jumped off of Moonlight and fell to the ground in front of Damarias, tears pouring out of her eyes uncontrollably. Damarias turned his big eyes toward Erebelle and moaned. Erebelle pet his face and said, “It’s going to be okay, Damarias. I’m gonna get help, and you’re going to live.”
Damarias flapped his ears, as though he was telling her that she was going to be fine. Damarias lowered his head toward his wound and looked back at Erebelle with sad eyes and moaned.
“You’re not going to die!” Erebelle cried, but Damarias groaned and flapped his ears again.
Neal walked up to Alfred and said, “I gave you orders, and you disobeyed them. Get on my horse. I’m bringing you back to the palace so you can spend a few years in the dungeon. And don’t even think about running away. I’m keeping my eye on you.” Neal commanded and Alfred did as he was told.
Neal stepped over to Erebelle and Damarias and knelt down. Erebelle continued talking to Damarias, but after a moment, he let out his last breath and was gone. Erebelle threw her arms around Damarias and sobbed.
Neal placed his hand on her shoulder and said, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am that this happened. I want you to know that it was not my doing.”
Erebelle tried to speak, but her pain was too strong, so she nodded her head. Neal stayed with her until she was ready to part with him.
Erebelle rose and faced the prince, her eyes small and red.
“Thank you for changing your mind about him.” Her voice cracked.
“I just wish I could have stopped this.” Neal said sadly. Erebelle sniffed and wiped her eyes.
“We did everything we could.” She said.
Neal nodded his head and said, “You’re very lucky to have had such a good friend. Not everyone is blessed to know someone like him.” Erebelle smiled and more tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Well, goodbye, Miss.” Neal said and rode back to the palace with Alfred. Erebelle stayed in the forest a while longer thinking of all her friends in the village and of Damarias. She turned back towards Damarias and said, “Thank you, Damarias, for being the greatest friend of them all.”

THE END

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*sigh* I know. I’m awful. It makes me teary every time I read it. :(

Alright, now you all can go ahead and tell me how terrible I am for killing off Damarias. But I hope you liked this story anyway XD

Love,
~Fluffet~

OH MY GOSH!!! This is the second to last part!!! AGH!! Are you ready? Are you sure? There’s a major cliffhanger at the end… XD

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Erebelle woke with a start.
“So, you’ve finally decided to wake up?” Prince Neal asked from the campfire. Erebelle sighed with disgust and then frantically looked for Damarias, who was surprisingly, still sleeping beside her.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, not worrying herself with talking respectfully to her prince.
“I heard about all that you did by several of my guards and I thought I would come find you and commend you for doing such an excellent job.” Neal said kindly.
“You mean, you aren’t going to press charges?” Erebelle questioned.
“No. I’ve decided to drop the hunt for your pet. You can take him back home if you would wish.” Neal said with a smile, but Erebelle wasn’t going to agree just yet.
“How do I know this isn’t some sort of trick?” She inquired.
“Miss, I give you my honest word as your prince, he is safe, as are you.” Neal promised, placing his right hand over his heart. Erebelle smiled with relief.
“Thank you, Your Highness.” She said gratefully. Damarias stood next to Erebelle and groaned happily. Erebelle laughed and cuddled his big fluffy face.
“Well, I should be off now. Good day, Miss.” Prince Neal said and walked away before Erebelle could say a word.

“Sire, would you like us to go after the creature and that peasant girl?” Alfred asked as Prince Neal walked through the palace gardens.
“No, there shall be no more hunts for that little fellow anymore. I want no harm to come to him or the girl, is that understood?” Neal said and Alfred bowed his head and headed for the stables.
“Well, are we going?” One of the hunters asked once Alfred entered the stables.
Alfred mounted his horse and said, “Yes, let’s rid the kingdom of this beast once and for all.”

Meanwhile, Erebelle was preparing a proper place for Damarias to sleep in their barn. She was decorating his stall fit for a king.
“What do you think?” Erebelle asked with a smile as she fluffed up the last pillow. Damarias pawed at the ground, which normally meant he wanted to go run in the woods.
“Oh, I don’t know if that’s safe yet…” Erebelle said, unsure of his safety. Damarias looked up at her with pleading eyes.
“Oh, alright, but just for a while okay?” Erebelle agreed and Damarias galloped across the yard and into a large open field.
Damarias growled in delight and rolled over the pokey grass, perfect for a good back scratch. Damarias lifted his head and ears and listened closely. Hunting horns! Realizing that he was still being chased after, he began running as quickly as he possibly could. He pulled his head down and lifted it back up, letting out the biggest roar he could let out, hoping that Erebelle would hear it.

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OOOOHHH!!!! O_O
Now you all have to wait a WEEK before you find out what happens! BWAHAHA! Just kidding. I’m not THAT cruel. I’ll post the next part in a few days… Or tomorrow… We’ll see 😉

Love,
~Fluffet~

Hey everybody! Here’s a chubby little story for you all that includes the lovely Anna and adorable Tsum Tsums! :)

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Anna grunted as she climbed up the giant computer chair. She hadn’t been around for very long and she wanted to explore her surroundings.

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As Anna was about to climb up the computer desk she paused and gasped. “Awww! You’re all so cute!” She exclaimed.

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“What are you guys?” She wondered aloud.

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“Oh, right, um, hi! My name is Anna.” She introduced herself to the adorable little things.

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To Anna’s surprise, one of them jumped down to greet her!

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“Okay, you are so cute!” Anna said as she stroked his fur.

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“You like it when I scratch behind your ears, huh? You’re just the sweetest thing!” Anna said with a big smile.

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Bruno jumped into Anna’s arms and she gave him a cuddle.

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Bruno’s sweet eyes would make anyone fall in love with him!

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Bruno squirmed out of her arms and seemed to be talking to the other Tsums.

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Before Anna knew it, she was sitting down on the desk, completely surrounded by all the Tsums. They were crawling all over her, trying to say hello. Anna loved them all so much!

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Although Anna loved all of the Tsums very much, her dearest friend of them all was Bruno :)

The End

Love,
~Fluffet~

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