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A raging storm filled the air. Sand whirled around in a ferocious frenzy, merciless and indestructable. At least, this was the effect I was going for. It didn't seem to inspire much fear into the boy sitting calmly in front of me. On the contrary, he appeared quite relaxed. I used my most intimidating voice; a deep, booming one that could cause the most powerful magicians to cower and tremble in their pentacles. "Name your desire, mortal!" Nope, still sitting there. Didn't even flinch. I ask you, what was wrong with kids these days? Where's all the meek innocence gone?  The pillar of sand whirled even faster, gathering speed and flinging s

A tiny one, a little thing, Emerged from her egg and began to sing. Then munch by munch, And stow by stow, Slowly the little one began to grow. A silken string she spun, they said. Around and around went the silver thread. The little cocoon was a tiny bed, Sharp and strong as a point of lead. After hours and hours, how the time flew by! The little one wished that she could fly, She longed for open skies and space, She longed for the sun to show his face. But minutes turned into hours, And hours into days, And still the sun refused to show his rays. And just when the little one gave up hope, Around and around went the silver r

 Two little flowers in the park, Hurry back home before it gets dark, But Lily, oh Lily, who knew that she could, She can do things that no flower should. But there lies the snake, all fanged and sly, Who knew that among scaly deception doth lie, Beauty and love and if the flower should die, Remains in anger and sorrow, For Lily shall not return tommorow. But there will the seed of hope from above, For the flower in all her kindness and love, Although it belonged to another, She did well her job as her mother. For love shall shine like a light through the dark, For love is the thing that will leave such a mark, That it will