Event 5 Archived by: Darla INGO

Event 5 Archived by: Darla INGO

In a city of rain and gloom, Two friends faced impending doom. Theodore and Rose, a daring pair, Ventured on with hearts laid bare.

Around the bend, a fiery sight, Rose’s home ablaze in the night. Fire trucks and cops were there, Chaos and worry filled the air.

Rose ran towards the fire’s heat, But guards held her back on the street. Theodore saw the figure in black, both of them knew that they must act.

Danger loomed, but nowhere to flea, To escape the capture, they must be captured indeed. They turned on the police, a risky choice, Using their strength, with no remorse.

Into the police car, they were thrown, Into the governments danger zone.

Rose asked, “what now, what do we do?” Theodore could barely reply, “I haven’t a clue.”

Explosions burst, was it the woman in black? Causing chaos and leaving no track. A shattering window,

a warning needed, heeded,

Saved they were, not to be defeated.

A black SUV pulled up nearby, Their chance to flee, to touch the sky. Rose jumped out, hands still tied, Theodore followed, all fear cast aside.

Annie was driving, her face serene, “Hang on tight,” she said with a beam. Away they raced from fire and strife, Leaving danger behind, embracing life.

In the wind’s embrace, they found relief, Escaping the turmoil, finding belief. Through twists and turns, they soared and flew, Theodore and Rose, a curious crew.

Event 4 Archived by: Darla INGO

Event 4 Archived by: Darla INGO

In a city of secrets, so misty and grand, Damien stood by a door, as wood met his hand. The cellar door’s boards, they moved with a sway, As if in a dance, they’d soon show the way.

Deep down below, under city so bright, A chamber of wonders, hidden from sight. Resonance it held, a magical place, Where different dimensions did mix and embrace.

Gentle rain fell, a soft pitter-pat, Four figures assembled, a meeting of sorts. Damien, Thomas, and Sir William Leblanc, With Ross in their midst, each wearing their rank.

Around a stone table, they gathered so hush, Torches were flickering, shadows did rush. Sir William in worry, his voice sharp and shrill, “Where is my son, he’s missing, you know!”

“Liability,” Damien said, quite stern undertow, No answers, just questions, all filled them with fear. A sword called Gragory, sat quiet and still, A tale of its own, waiting to kill.

But secrets are secrets, unfolding like waves, Thomas had news, as they sat in the caves. The package was sent, the incantation begun, Magic and whispers, like rays from the sun.

The relic’s true nature, they questioned and thought, Doubts danced like shadows, a mystery they sought. “Double we paid, it’s verily true,” Thomas then said, Auction’s high stakes were caused by a few.

Ross spoke with doubt, a skeptic at heart, “Is it even real?” he said, not playing the part. “Double we paid,” Thomas replied again, his will to yield temper was yet to attend.

Emotions grew heated, the room was ablaze, Sir William Leblanc Senior, in a fiery craze. “Doubled the price!” he shouted aloud, “Where is my son?” he said so fierce, and so proud.

But suddenly silence, a hush in the air, Damien’s hands closed, and none could compare. Leblanc’s voice silenced, his struggles in vain, The room held its breath, in shock and distain.

Ross watched in horror, the truth he did face, As Damien’s grip tightened, he sealed his life’s fate. With one swift motion, a sword’s flashed its royal gleam, Ross’s future was sealed, his book bound at the seams.

The chamber was still, like a pause in a tale, The echoes of choices, like whispers before hell. “So you found it, – the stone?” Thomas then asked again, moving forward this room of shadows, where secrets were still yet unmasked.

With the stone in his hand, Damien nodded his head, A promise of power, a story widespread. Secrets and choices, they all did entwine, As they left the chamber, where destinies combine.

Event 3.1 Archived by: Darla

In a land near or far, Walked Rose and a boy, no name for a star. To Annie’s house they made their way, What would happen? Who could say?

Rose burst in with fiery might, Who’s this boy? Shed some light! Annie calmed her down, soft and wise, Listen close, no need for cries.

The boys name was Theodore, Burzinsky was his pride. Emotions swirled inside of him just like the ocean tide. He asked a question, tears in tow, “What is all this?”

“I must know?”

Annie and Rose, a team so true, Shared a secret, a tale to construe. The Organization, hidden from sight, Helping people find their light.

Annie fetched items, one, two, and three. A shirt, used flip-flops, and a watch-like thing to see.

Strapped on his wrist, a recording device of sorts. The boy name Theo must now share his story as initiation into the courts. With a deep breath, his story takes flight while Annie and Rose, provide a guiding light.

Event 1 Analysis by: Darla INGO

Event 1 Analysis by: Darla INGO

Wonder girl Rosalyn rides her bike, eyes closed, arms stretched, cares nowhere in sight.

Fate and screaching tires.

Startled from the crash, blood on Rosalyn’s knee, Mystery man by his car, Future’s veil unseen.

“Who are you?” she asks, Unknown man, no shoes, no shirt, no story of his own.

Rose looks inside and only saw darkness, her senses on the lam. Rosalyn, scared and flustered, chose to confront this man.

Curious chatter as barely uttered questions fill the sunny air. Answers unknown in the wind.

Rosalyn points the way.

Wonder boy, he, Follows her trail, as very simple logic simply did not prevail.