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Cassy sits upright and looks around the room. It takes a moment for her to fully remember where she is. When she does she flops back down onto the bed and sighs. “Time to get things done.” She says as her hand finds Jet and pets the sleeping kitty. Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed she stands up grabbing her glasses off the bed side table, and runs a hand through her mop of black hair. She examines the room now from the sunlight shining through the series of windows on the wall opposite the door. The room is old fashioned in her eyes with wood paneling, and an old fireplace near the bed. She walks to the chair she thre

The torrential downpour hammered the streets; thunder grumbling in the distance, the light of a flash of lightning brightening the night sky. A woman stands on the curb of the quiet town street. She is wearing a grey rain poncho that is somewhat protecting her from the rain. She is carrying an animal carrier in one hand, and a suitcase in the other. A large purse tucked under her arm. Across from her lay a large Victorian styled home, its windows darkened and no signs of life living in it recently. "Why are you here?" The woman asks herself looking up at the house. She breathes in sharply and crosses the street in a hastened pace and up the

The high cubes of Rata Sum glistened in the day, adding to the glow the magic imbued into them. The streets bustled with many Asuran locals. Busying themselves with work for their colleges, and a thriving market with vendors, and patrons. Many of the other races of Tyria were present as well. Sylvari inquisitively asking Asuran's about Rata Sum, experiments, the like. Human's and Norn trading, or passing through. Very few Char. On one of the lower levels a smaller than average Asura ran though the stone halls. He was mumbling to himself and he could be seen knocking his head angrily. "Stupid! You forgot to grab the gyromagnetic reactor! Ever

Suddenly it stopped. Frozen in a moment of time, Turning the touch to ice. Warm life drained from the touch, The touch of life. Beautiful life in its prime. Eyelids fall downward. Sleep so peaceful, Sleep too soon, Sleep forever. A cold sleep, never to awake again. Lifeless sleep. Life is gone. Tender warmth to frigid cold. Gone.

Strange things occur everyday. I am sure you know it; I am sure the person reading this over your shoulder knows it. Nothing was as strange as the day I fell off the face of the Earth. Strange things always happen to me and my friends. Not the usual "WHO! There was an assignment!?" or "I have a zit! Where did that come from!?" even stranger than how you always lose a sock in the wash and no longer have a pair. Stranger than pigs flying, though that would be neat to see. I swear to you though, this happened. The day was warm. Dew was on the grass as I walked to school. School mornings in the early spring were always the nicest. Dew on the gr