Water always seemed so nice. Swimming has always been my favorite thing to do and I feel it always will be. However now that I understand the world a bit better I feel the pull towards fire and air is stronger. Although I fight the air to keep my hair looking nice and pull my jacket closer to protect myself from the bit of the air, I find myself appreciating the wind and its breeze. I don't appreciate the dust that gets in my eyes but I can admire the swirl of air and its feel. The air is more delicate than the other elements and I feel I am not graceful enough or gentle enough to use it well. I still feel water is my destiny.
Ghoul Friends Chapter 1: Haunts That Want to Know You “Are you trying to kill us?! Do you even know the difference between a child’s femur and an adult’s humerus?” The tall witch yelled at her apprentice. “Umm yes?” said the beginner witch, her black velvet dress, short chestnut brown hair and black pointed hat made her look a lot more experienced than she really was. “Remind me later that I am to send you to cram school to refresh your knowledge of the human body,” grunted the elder witch, “Honestly, you must learn these things if you want to survive Styx.” “Yes ma’am,” The young girl said rushing to put back the kids’ femur and grab a humerus bone. Styx sighed to herself as she made her way back over to the steaming cauldron in front of her advisor. In all honesty, Styx knew all 206 bones in the human body and how there can be variations on that number depending on genetic diseases. But under the amou...
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