May. 12th, 2014

kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Jackson stepped through the wards. He’d known where the school was for a while, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to be a thief, because it had been the job that had taken both his parents away from him. By choosing to remain thieves, rather than raise their three children, they’d caused damage that could never be repaired, and he was glad they’d have been moved onto other jobs, so he wouldn’t have to deal with them. As far as he was concerned the only parent he wanted was the woman who had raised him, his aunt, his father’s sister, who had also once been a thief. She, however, had decided to walk away when she became a mother, accidentally, and then took on the unwanted children of her brother’s lover. Other children in his position had ended up in orphanages with no idea why they were abandoned, which was something he sometimes thought might be better.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Willow had opened the door at midnight on the day when the boundaries between their world and Earth were at their weakest, because it meant that creating it used less magic than it would have done on any other day, and fortunately the Princess wasn’t stupid. Theo was the first to step through it, as one of the twin Kings of the cat shifters, while Tybalt had stayed behind, making sure that everything ran smoothly on Kalinia. As they only had six hours to get everyone through, before the dogs took over, it was important that it all went as planned – and with cats getting anything to go as planned could be difficult, but Theo knew the realisation was beginning to set in. Kalinia was fading fast. With Willow’s fae gone they’d have a little extra time. With Willow gone they had no other chance of getting to safety, unless they did what the griffins did and went hunting for a door, and it seemed unlikely they’d find one because they didn’t have the ability to feel magic.

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As the last of the shifters stepped through the door Tybalt breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t been certain that six hours would be enough time, but it had and he turned to smile at Alena. “Your turn,” he said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. “Alder’s on the other side. He went through as soon as Willow opened the door to begin setting up the tents that we’ll all be living in to begin with, until they have a chat with the Prime Minister and let him know what’s happening, when we’ll hopefully be able to start working something more permanent out.”

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It was midday and all of Alena’s shifters we safely on Earth. She turned to smile at the fae princess, their eyes meeting for a moment, making it possible for her to see all the worry within them. “Both the cats and the dogs have safely travelled to Earth, Willow. Alder looks knackered, but he’s still going, so I applaud your decision to choose him as the one in control of that side of the door.”

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It had been difficult when Sabina found herself on Taithmarin, but at least there she’d had the support of other people. Finding herself back on Earth, an Earth that didn’t remember that she had once lived there, was a hundred times harder than that – and she wasn’t exaggerating. She’d only been there for three hours and it already felt like a lifetime. As she wiped the tears off her cheeks, wishing she’d never tried to go home, she tried to work out what her next step should be, even though she had no idea how she was going to survive. Before she hadn’t realised how useful it had been to have someone there to help her when she stepped onto another world. Now that she was finally back where she felt she belonged… realising that her guide had been right, that she didn’t exist any more, was something she wished she’d never had to deal with.

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Like all of the creators Ianto felt the weight of being in charge of making at least one of the worlds, because no one knew how much magic Athare had. Their new home could have enough for them to live there for years, decades, centuries, or even millennia, like Kalinia, or there might not be enough for them to get through the next few days. Of course it didn’t help that everyone was still feeling the effects of what had happened before, so they might not know until it was too late that there was no magic left in the core of the world they’d chosen, and that was something no one liked to think about. Unfortunately it was something they couldn’t stop thinking about. Due to the elders’ belief that nothing was wrong, that things would sort themselves out, especially as Willow’s fae had left. it was almost too late when they did the same.

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There was, apparently, no way back to Earth and yet Maria had found one. She looked behind her, the same way she had when she first stepped onto Taithmarin, to find that, like that day, there was no chance of her getting back to the world she had come from. Even though she knew there were humans who wanted to return home she wasn’t one of them. It had seemed impossible at the beginning, but she had managed to make a life for herself, accepting that her guide had told her the truth about the magic of the door, because it seemed illogical to disbelieve that when a magic door had taken her from one world to another. Of course it also helped that there were other, magical, races on Taithmarin, as it was those races, when she finally met them, that had made her certain that she had no choice but to start again.

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Stepping into that sort of situation is probably the most stupid thing I’ve done since I was pulled into the story I thought was nothing more that the imaginings of some writer. It turned out to be a very real world and I had no way to get back home, even though I dreamed of going back to my old life, my much easier life, every single night. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration. When I first found myself somewhere I didn’t think existed I had a bit of trouble adjusting, which really is to be expected. I mean one day I was living in a world with electricity and running water, something you don’t know how much you’re going to miss until they’re gone, to living in a world where neither of those things existed and I have never craved a shower so much in my life.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)
This entry is part 1 of 33 in the Kim's Earth collection

Caroline sat next to the pool, a glass of champagne in her hand. From what I could tell it was her fourth glass in the hour we’d been there. She didn’t appear to be all that interested in the reality TV aspect of the show, instead making the most of getting a free holiday with free champagne, but then I could have been wrong. It wasn’t as though she’d spoken to any of us since she dumped her suitcase in the room she’d been told was hers and even then it had only been a disinterested greeting. To be honest I wasn’t certain I actually wanted to talk to her.

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Even though Fintan had been told to wait until morning, when the elders would explain what needed to happen, he knew if he did that something bad was going to happen. He could feel it. Being unbonded for as long as he had… keeping the magic inside him had been hard enough before she arrived, but knowing that she was there, that he could share the burden for the first time, made things much harder. Glancing around he made certain that no one had seen him before using his magic to unlock the door to the house, hoping that everyone was asleep, because he didn’t think he could explain what he was doing once he was inside the house. They didn’t know what it was like to be unbonded. All of them had found their other half within a year and he’d been waiting for a decade, because that was how long it had taken to find her.

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The day it had happened changed Madison’s life forever, yet it was something that wouldn’t affect anyone else. They were just another loss during the hard snows. A loss that was expected, by everyone but her. Pure bad luck had stolen her parents from her, because the hard snows had come early, and she found herself in the same place her parents had grown up – the orphanage. She’d been left alone in their cottage, making the supplies she had last as best she could, but with every day that passed she found herself closer to the day she’d have to start her new life, as she had no other options. It really was hard to believe that she was in the same position as her parents and, as she looked at herself in the mirror in one of the girl’s bathrooms, there were still days when she thought they might come for her, because their bodies hadn’t been found. Unfortunately that wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

The pounding of my head told me what had happened. It was exacerbated by the sounds of many people doing their best to keep the tears from flowing, tears of fear, tears of grief, tears of anger. Some were crying, although that seemed to be the children who’d found themselves in the same position as me unable to hide the way they were feeling, and I can’t help thinking it was hearing them, hearing their pain, that made me do something I wouldn’t have done otherwise. Or maybe I would. Honestly, I’m not sure exactly why I made the decision, when I always promised myself I wouldn’t pass on the curse of being a blood drinker, but I knew it was the only way for me to protect myself from becoming a slave to someone who couldn’t possibly understand what I was.

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