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rockhillz:
its will b unwise to not share with you dis memorable day....today I celebrate....yeah its an annul thing but its my BIRTHDAY.....I tank the the Almighty God for adding another year to my life......brothers & sisters cum join me celebrate........
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Happy birthday bro. I only just came online now. Hoping its not too late to ask for my share of the cake.

Good morning my great followers. Its been a cold morning so far and I'm not quite in the mode to type an update. The ideas are not quite flowing now.


Thread derailers I see thee. Pray and wish you good luck though.

May your day be sunny!


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emarkson:
yes o it does ring a bell .Check page 4 .

Oh! I remember now. You're most welcome.

Good morning everyone. I slept off y'day night when I should have updated. My apologies. Emarkson, I see you...Your name rings some loud bells but I can't exactly place it.


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The wind had suddenly gotten thicker and for once, she regretted not putting on her trousers. She walked hurriedly along the path. Normally, she shouldn't be afraid but she had this bad feeling that something wasn't right. And if there was one thing she trusted, it was her instinct.

She brushed her legs against a plant that had sharp bristles and it left a wound on her leg and soon blood began to gush out.

"Not this..."

She bit her lips to suck out the pain but it lingered still. She bent down to see that it was worse than she had expected. It was an open wound. She was losing blood and she tore a part of her blouse to douse the wound.

There was every reason why she should turn back at this point but she had a strong resolve to continue at all cost till she got to her destination. When she was sure that the wound wasn't going to bleed any further, she got up to continue.

"Flumensia!"

She was flung back suddenly against a tree and as her back hit the tree, she let out a loud wail. It had touched the spot where there had been the fresh scar from an attack by a dralion; an animal with the body of a lion but with wings of a dragon. She wondered how much more she could face.

"Did you think I'd let you leave without a message to that pitiable, miserable old man"

"Dathan. I've told you I don't want to fight with you. Just let me be. I've exercised self control long enough but I don't think I will be able to hold on any longer."

"Fight! You coward. Fight. Don't hold back. You claim to wield the fiery rage but yet no one has seen it for once. You're nothing but a coward."

"Sometimes cowardliness could be just the virtue that saves the day."

"You know things could be better if you'd just hand it over. I could help protect it."

"No. I don't trust you, never have, never will."

"Then you leave me no choice.

"Offocare aliquis!"

Her throat suddenly got tighter and it was as though someone invisible was trying to strangle her. She struggled to get free but she was no match. Her blood had ceased to flow to her neck region and her face was getting redder. She was getting weaker and would snap any moment.

"Tie aliquis funiculi!"

She had just managed to voice it out. Twigs, rope like suddenly came from the trees nearly and crawled up to the young guy and tied him up before he could respond. His concentration broke as a result and she felt her throat relieve. She took a very deep breath and spat out. It turned out to be blood.

"Damn....you almost killed me Dathan. Is that what you want."

"There's no harm in trial. You just discovered one way not to get killed. See, there's always a lesson to learn."

He flashed a smile, one he always had on when he was up to some mischief. He tried to wretch his hand free but it was a worthless effort.

"There's no escaping this...not till I'm gone and please don't try chasing after me. I may not be this merciful next time."

With this she turned to go but then stopped in her tracks.

"tie tenácius!'

The rope got tighter around him.

"Just in case," she said and walked away almost limping.

Happy Sunday people! I'll be doing another update today Cetris paribus. I'll try two updates if I can.


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Chapter Ten



He took his stance facing Mr. Logan who was dressed in a faded blue robe. The neck of the robe was V-shaped. It had straps instead of buttons. He had a stern look on his face and George could tell that this was no child's play.



"At the count of three...you'd try to get me up away from the ground and into the air."



This didn't really didn't pull at his hair.



"Sapiena leviosa!"



Mr. Logan was propelled by an unseen force into the air and when he had gone up a good height, he began to float.



"That's good...good for a start."



He can down at his will and immediately proceeded to getting the next test started.




"Okay....this is going to be a little different. I want you to hit me with a spell that would push me back and get me off balance."



"That'll be easy." He positioned himself and with an air of certainty pushed his palm forward.




"Ad ventilabis aliquis retrorsum"



A force field, bluish in color came from his palm but met with a hard resistance when it got to about a meter of Mr. Logan's body. He tried all his best thinking that his effort could help him out but it didn't work out well.



Slowly, the field was forced back his way and he found himself straining to protect himself but he was no match for it, it came right back and he found himself thrown off his feet and as he landed, he hit his bottom against the hard soil.



"Ooouch! Damn. My bottom hurts"



"I see you haven't quite gone into the protectives..."



"That's true sir. I only just read the introduction."



"You will have to read it up really fast. There's no time to waste. Time is not a luxury we can boast of having. The exodus may come sooner than we expected."




"What's that...the exodus?"



He scratched his head lightly...



"Forget about it. I shouldn't have said that.."




"Why?"



"Sometimes, its better you don't know what's coming. Just keep your focus on your training and beating time..."




"Fulmensia!"



George shot at Mr. Logan very suddenly. He was already grinning widely knowing well that he'd caught him off guard but to his greatest surprise and disappointment, it melted to the floor when it came to within an inch of Mr. Logan.



"How do you did that?", he asked still stunned. He hadn't the slightest idea how someone could have such sharp reflexes.



"Nice of you to use the element of surprise. It would help you later in future if properly cultured. And to your question, I used what I called intuition."



He paused and when he saw that George wasn't making any effort to say something, he continued.



"Over time, I've learned to develop my intuitive ability. Its when you learn to do things on instinct and that's why your ears, eyes and feelings need to be heightened at all times."



"Hmmm....there sure is more to learn."



****



Back indoor, he sat on his bed thinking. He was tired from the day's work but he couldn't sleep, he didn't like the way he hadn't been able to block none of the series of spells that Mr. Logan had shot at him. One had even burnt his clothes and had given him a bad scar although he had been made to recover immediately with the 'repairo' spell.



Moments later, he was joined by Alexius, his guardian who seemed bent on ensuring that he had no rest of mind.

"Do you know that of the earliest guardians, I'm the most reserved?"



"Please you could do better at telling lies. You make a mockery of the art."



"You can say all you want but it still remains the truth though."



He walked up and crossed to the other side of the bed and began admiring a painting on the wall.



"This painting reminds me so much of her. She seems to radiate gentility and impeccable perfection in all she does. I wouldn't hesitate a second if given the choice to be her guardian...To be sincere, I'd grab it with both hands. It would be a sweet riddance..."



George looked at him with anger. He knew Alexius had said that to get on his nerves.



"What was that supposed to mean?"



"Oh...don't get jealous...I was only kidding. She's got her flaws too. For one, she's got your thick headedness and she's quite dogged as well. You'd only beat her in stupidity and naivity."



At this George sprang up towards Alexius but Alexius was swift enough to move away before the flames with the face of a lion could get at him.
He kept trying but he was no match for Alexius. He gave up when fatigue began to set in.



"Who's she by the way?"



"Who?"
This he did knowing fully well the person George was referring about.



"The lady who did the painting?"




"Why'd you want to know? Anyway, she's Cordelia, Mr. Logan's daughter."



"Wow...you knew her?"



"Very well."




"Please tell me about her"




At this point, Alexius realized that he had some sought of bragging privilege and so he took it.



"I'm not telling you."



"Please...."



"Okay, I'd agree if you'd let me train you and as such do my job."



George gave it a thought. He actually didn't need to think at all as the answer was an emphatic YES but he didn't want to sound too desperate. Receiving training from his guardian would be way better than trying to train oneself through a book.



Scratching the back of his head at last, he replied.



"Okay, I'll"



"Good. And you'll play by the rules I'll give."




"Hell no! I'm your master remember? You're gonna serve me."

"Fair enough. What would you like to know about Cordelia?"

"Everything", he replied.

rockhillz:
hmmmm....activatux le updatario

this got me laughing real hard. I about to update now.

ArrowAssassin:
This may be a quest you don't want to answer but how do you create your spells?

I think most of them up. Some I twist using other languages and some are real spells *winks**

Do have a nice morning
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@Efe2nath...I see you.

@Rockhillz...I hail thee

Keep following...

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I'm sorry I've not been able to update in a while. I've been busy with school work. I lie not!


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Toyade888:
guy u 2 much............i just cant kip followin as a ghost reader..av got to commend such rare creativity....wat can i say its.....
#MAGICAL#



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Thanks for the nice comment. I'll try my best not to disappoint. Keep following.


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"Still you shouldn't have left the way you did...and to keep me outdated...that was evil of you. I should kill you!"


It was clear he was still in rage. He was still trying hard to get used to the ghostly form of the guardian. It was the form of a young man, no, young adult, looked 20,21 maybe. He had the clearly defined features of an handsome work of creation. He had his jaw outline carved out with precision shaped to look like the base of an egg only wider. He also had a perfect set of white teeth. His eyes shone like lasers whenever he stared. He had this tom-boyish frame. Even as he angered, he still couldn't help admiring him. He was glad to have him as a guardian though he wouldn't be caught dead saying it. He didn't want a guardian with a pumped up ego.


"That would be a consideration if I were human...I'm immortal dude."


"So I'm now dude and no longer master?" It was a quizzy look and his high shoulders were suddenly brought down with the renewed notification of his purpose; to serve the destiny carrier which happened to be George. Still, he felt he shouldn't be reminded of it so often as George had been doing in the last three hours.


"Not really...I felt that since I'm part-human now---That---well maybe---we could come down to just friends level though I'd still be serving you just the same way as before."


George loved the way he had unsettled him. He knew now that he had the upper hand in this battle of rights. The stuttering of his guardian had just proved it.


"No, I think it should remain the same."


"But---"


"Its a command."


He was frowning now and three wrinkle lines formed on his forehead making him look like all the more attractive.


"Okay...fine. Have it your way then."


George was brimming with an air of excitement to have won the contest. He grinned wildly as he resumed pouring water on the daisies that Mr. Logan had brought back from the forest. They had been brought in fresh by Mr. Logan but were beginning to wither. He had therefore been asked to help water them. He wondered why there was a sudden desire to beautify the place. He had felt Mr. Logan had no place for such 'irrelevant' things. As he poured water on the bare soil in the vase, he began to wonder what the next spell he was going to learn would be. He had not the slightest idea what was coming next.


"Ad ventilabis aliquis retrorsum"


He was flung suddenly against the wall and the water sprayer leaped out of his hand into the air. He sat up suddenly and with anger faced the now smiling guardian.


"What was that for...have you forgotten who I am, you----scumb--!"


"Alexius...I prefer that...its the latin word for guardian"


"You'll pay for this I promise you...."


He sprang up suddenly and with his palm out stretched shouted the jinx.

"Fulmensia!"

A bluish thunderbolt shot out of his palm and headed straight for the guardian. He just flashed an half pound smile and waved it off.

He whispered something and did a motion with his hand driving it to the left the motion shaped like an arc. The thunderbolt deviated and when ahead, hitting a frame causing the glass to shatter to the floor.

"You've still got quite a lot to learn. But... I'll be patient."


"I don't need you anymore!" He shouted this time meeting the gaze of the guardian something he hadn't been able to do since he transformed.


"Really...I don't think so."


"I've got my book of spells. You're useless to me."

The guardian shook his head with an air of absolute surrender.


"You'll know better soon. For now...let's just get you ready for Mr. Logan's test today."

Danpersie31

What you're doing aint right. U shouldn't be spamming and worse still, derailing this thread. There are better ways to do referrals... No hard feelings though.

He was pressed back against the wall though at his will. He closed his eyes as he tried to regain himself.

That was as close as close can be

He wondered how he had gotten the spell and how he had managed to say it just in time.

How could I have thought or cooked up 'inconspicui fiunt'. It had to come from somewhere.

"Or could it be that I'm gifted with the element of spells also?"

He walked towards the table now and dropped the jute bag on the table and slumped into the chair. He was feeling exhausted already.

"And what was that, citrellas instead of citrella? That was one heck of a silly mistake!"

He poured out the content of the bag on the table. He counted the items and they were all there save for the fire flies. He looked around but couldn't quite see any. He walked to the door where the light switch was located and flicked it off. Just then two fire flies came to view.

"Haha...there you are!"

He snapped his fingers and beckoned on it.

"Engriptus la fire fly"

The fire flies swayed into his direction but just as they were about to enter his hand, they again changed direction.

"What! How dare you?"

He leaped for them and managed to get one of them though the light was almost extinguished.

"Great"

He got a crucible and poured the garlic, siam weed and the eye of salmon into it. Then, he cut open the lime and allowed the juice into it. Then he added some water. With a spatula, he stirred the solution and began the enchantment.

"Enflammare lis pentand vividus gonnadid.
Treppiona leviticus donarius lustrous flavidus.
Encircle toucus las tonad."

The solution which was greenish suddenly turned red and gave up some fumes.


He got a white chalk and drew a big circle with a pentagon engraved on the floor and placed the crucible in the middle where he sat. He crossed his leg in the Buddha position and closed his eyes. He had repeated the whole enchantment to himself over and over again and so had committed it to his memory. This spell was the manipulation of fire and how to bend it to a great extent.

He began to do the enchantment while narrowing his concentration as much as he could. The more he chanted, the more he felt drawn in and soon, he was completely oblivious of his surrounding.

Soon, a fire came up and followed the lining of the circle and began to grow tall slowly. It lit up around the pentagon and kept blazing. Soon also, his palms lit up like tongues and he continued still.

In his unconscious state, he was seeing himself with the fire and he began to will it to do what he wanted. He re-shapened them into balls, into the shape of a star, of a palm, of a dog, wolf, lion and just kept on manipulating the fire. He was so drawn in that he was unaware of the growing flame in the room. The fire had left just the circle and was spreading to other areas. Soon, the legs of the table was on fire and had began burning the wood and it was threatening to spread even further.

Suddenly, the fire went off and so it did in his vision. He was surprised and looking around he saw no one, nothing, no reason for the fire to go off. He was drawn off his trance and regaining consciousness, he opened his eyes and there in front of his was a book, another familiar book, the guardian.

"What was that for?"
Scribbling.

"I was trying to prevent you from causing a great deal of destruction around here!"

"Did I ask for your help. You show up all of a sudden and feel you can just walk your way back in?"

"It wasn't my making. It was in your interest that I went away."

"My interest you say? That I almost died, that I was left to die in the albanian forest, that I almost got eaten by an azian spider. My interest you say?"

" You were left in safe hands. I knew no harm could come to you...that's why I?"

"Get lost. I no longer need you."

There was a pause and the guardian book still laid there. George got angry and closing his eyes, he got a fire started.

"Enflammare le guardian"

The fire got up suddenly but the book wasn't to be found, the fire got shattered and then, for once, it seemed he lost control. Fragments of fire were everywhere. George opened his eyes to see the chaos he had caused. He tried all his best but to put out the fire but to no avail, the fire kept splitting into more fragments and burning in its path.

"Aquarantis englargesses"

The fire went out but the spell hadn't come from him. He turned his back to see a ghostly form of a man.

"This is the reason I've been away for a while!" He said.

Please do correct me when my spellings, punctuations and grammatic structure isn't correct. I just saw some errors I made in the last update but if you're okay with it, then so am I. I'm still made of more!

Hi guys,

Please pardon my sluggishness in updating. I'm trying to improve. I should have update again before the end of the day and if I'm HIGH, I could even do two updates.lol!



Niwdog I see you...



Takia!



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rockhillz:
#Made of more

I hail thee! My main guy. I owe my renewed motivation to you bro. Please keep it coming...



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obumsway:
Nice work indeed .... Pls continue .... Following mode activated !!!! Nice one ........ !!!!


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Thanks...I've still got more...just stay put. I'll update later in the evening.

MrCcf:
Na half chop be that oh. Anyway, thanks

Half bread is better than puff puff na. Lol. Enjoy your day.


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He was once again active; scribbling down vital spells on scraps of paper and turning to previous page to recall forgotten spells or warnings. His mind was fully concentrated on working out majority of the spells. It wasn't so easy working fast and quietly so. Mr. Logan had warned him against working spells at night and the last thing he wanted now was to give him another cause to worry.

One of the spells he saw caught his attention and he was sure the ingredients required were available inside and around the house; garlic, siam weed, juice of lime, the eye of a salmon and the some fire flies. He had always seen fire flies inside his room at night because he always forgets to lock his window on time ans so he was sure he could get some. See, it pays to be negligent at times.


He ran out of the room, got to the kitchen and retrieved the garlic.

He remembered once that he had seen a jar with the inscription, 'SALMON EYES'.

The question was, where?

He quickly scanned the counters inside the store room but couldn't quite see any jar with that inscription. He ran to the show glass in the dining but still couldn't find it. Then, he remembered the cabinet. Inside the store, an hidden one.

Mr. Logan had designed it to keep the most precious of his stuffs. He wondered though why salmon's eyes could be precious because they were virtually easy to get. Anyways, he wasn't going to spend time now unraveling that mystery. It was a puzzle for another day.

He brushed away all the jars and stuffs blocking the door to the cabinet until he had a perfect view.


"Aperi portam!"

He whispered this as quietly as he could but got no response.

Nothing.

"Aperi portam!"

He was louder this time but still he got the silence. He was getting impatient now.

How exactly had Mr. Logan opened it the last time.

"Alahomora!"

Still nothing.

He was going to get this now at all cost. He had hardly done much today and wanted to make sure he achieved his aim.

"Torche vis a kcol"


There was a loud bang as the lock burst. He heard it click open immediately and also heard a loud cry.

"George, is that you?"

He heard steps coming down the stairs.

"Damn!"

"Mofilato!"

He spelled his movement to be noiseless as he ran out of the kitchen with as much speed as he could summon. He was lucky though because no sooner had he left the kitchen than Mr. Logan appeared. And luckily again, he had retrieved the jar of the salmon eyes. He dropped it in the jute bag he carried and bent low catching his breath.

Mr. Logan looked around for a while and when he was sure no one was lurking round his house, he went bad to his room.



He proceeded to the back yard and got some of the siam weeds. They were required untampered and so he spelled them into his bag. Next, he tried plucking some lime. This proved a little difficult as he was always getting pricked by the thorns. Once, he almost got pricked in the eye. He stopped to catch his breath. His breathing steadied gradually. The big clock in the sitting room struck three times.

"Damn!"

That's three hours already spent. In another three, it would be daylight. He had to get over this as quickly as he could.

How about using some spells. I know I've seen something for this before.

He concentrated on one lime fruit which he thought would have a lot of juice in it and spelled

"Engriptus la citrelas"

He knew something was amiss immediately the words left his mouth and indeed he was. All the fruits suddenly left the tree and started heading for him. One missed him though and went banging on the door.

The speed with which Mr. Logan ran down the stairs was shockingly incredible. He did a spell to brush aside the fruits that now littered everywhere. Next and critical though,he had to think up an invisibility spells as fast as he could.

"Disapparitus!"

Nothing.

"Vanish"

Visible still.

Mr. Logan was now close to the door. He tried exerting all his mental energy in all directions but the truth though was that he had never seen or read any invisibility spell.

Mr. Logan was out already. He looked out into the darkness and saw nothing. Then he made to turn his back but he suddenly saw the statue, the exact place George was hiding. The statue was gigantic and round and George was squatting behind it, his breath now in his mouth. It seemed Mr. Logan had seen him for he came slowly towards it. He slowed to a tip toe and got to the statue. He stretched his hand behind it very quickly in a fluid motion and made to grab the clothes of the assailant but his hand met with thin air.

prettydiva89:
I need magic also

LoL. Magic is everywhere. You just have to look. *Smiles**


Keep following..

Night came as he'd want it. At the exact struck of midnight, he was up. He walked lazily towards his study table and soon got really focused. He quickly brushed through the remainder of the basic spells.

He finished the session on levitation and plunging of objects, dead or alive. He again did the experiment on plunging live objects which was more difficult since living things had a will which sometimes could go contrary to the will of the manipulator and so a great deal of self will and focus was necessary.

This time around, he used a cockroach that he had caught lurking inside the shelf. He captured it and placed it on the table.

Though it took him quite some time, he soon became increasingly better at focusing. Momentarily, he allowed the cockroach time to regain some momentum as he didn't want a repetition of what occurred the last time. And by the way, cockroaches seemed to have a better stamina and resistant to damage than the frog he had used. After plunging the cockroach several times at the waste bin he had placed closer to the door, he let go of it and proceeded to the next session on the book; fire manipulation.

"The manipulation of fire had often been the regular past time of the earliest magicians but over the years, but over the years, it has become a most important element of protection and warfare.

Fire, like most liquids can be bent, re-shapened and can take various forms. Its as elastic as you'd have it be. Its one of the most useful of the four earth elements. Learning its manipulation has the potential to be the most pertinent achievement ever made and surprisingly, its not so difficult if you'd give it time and effort. Now, we begin with this session..."

This was getting increasingly interesting by the minute. He soon got used to the spells as he kept reciting them to himself.

"Enflammare dus ascendante"

Fire shut up into the air with the speed of vision. He was excited and soon, he had several tongues of fire floating in the air and he kept juggling them around. He was so thrilled that he didn't know when one of the flames dropped on the book. He kept on dangling with the flames until when he turned back and saw that a good portion of the book was up in flames.

"Oh Jeez. What have I done?"

He rushed for it immediately.

"Resendant enflammare!"

The fire receded immediately and so did the shades on the burnt part of the page. This meant that the book was indestructible. He sighed deeply pressing the book close to his chest.

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There was some sort of argument going on. He couldn't quite make out the voices. He tried opening his eyes but they met with rays of the morning sun. He shut his eyes immediately.

"He seems awake already!"

That was Mr. Logan's voice. They were traces of worry in it as he applied some cold compress on his head.

"You're restructuring my head sir!"

"Oh, you're awake. I'm sorry", he said removing the piece of cloth and taking the pail away.

"I fainted again, right?"

"Sure. You did."

Mr. Logan had an air of pity in his voice.

Maybe this was too much for the young lad to bear. He thought about slowing down a bit on his development.

"I think I drove myself too much into knowing those spells that I didn't realize what physical damage it was doing to my body."

"Yeah, though I think it was the fact that you didn't head to the instruction to respect life."

"I didn't do it on purpose. That's why I even tried to revive it which it eventually did."

He paused.

"Why did it have an effect on my body"

"You didn't just revive that frog today. You gave life to a dead frog. That takes a lot of essence. You have to be very careful next time around."

"I sure will."

He leaned back on the bed and shut his eyes. He wished he could immediately go back to his study. His mind was burning with a lot of ideas to try out but he didn't want Mr. Logan to start getting worried again. He was going to continue at night.

He had lot of admiration for Mr. Logan. He had been able to keep his mind in one piece despite having such great deal of spells and ideas at his disposal and yet not get intoxicated by the imagination of what he could do with such command of magic. Some men were truly born with a great deal of self control. This was one habit he would have to emulate and imbibe.

His mind wandered back to the event before he fainted.

Why hadn't he been able to make that frog to move the way he wanted?

He concluded that he had real work to do to improve on his focus. Yes, that's what he was going to focus on this night. With this he shut his eyes. In five hours time, it would be midnight and Mr. Logan would be fast asleep; a perfect time for practice. He was getting excited.

He remembered then that he had heard Mr. Logan talking with someone before he opened his eyes. He wondered if it was a figment of his imagination.

"Mr. Logan. Is it me or did I hear you speaking to someone some minutes ago."

"Oh..you were conscious. You weren't hearing anything strange neither was it a dream. That was your guardian."

ArrowAssassin:
Reminds me of Rowling's Harry Potter. Sweet.

Oh really! That's good to hear. With time and dedication, I could learn to write like her. I'm just doing what I like to do for now. Keep following.

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I'm sorry I couldn't update again yesterday. I just woke up nw. I attended a vigil y'day and I'm still feeling sleepy even now. I guess I'd update when I can. Stay tuned.

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Ice4jez:
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Done sir!

prettydiva89:
Wow.. More pls

Done your highness