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Unamed Story Chapter OneThe Darkness in the area was stron he looked round "no this can not be true, this can not be what the future hold I am sure of this" starts hearing loud voices shouting his name "make the voices go away, GO AWAY", he shots up panting and sees somebody sigh "thank god Kris you finally woke up I thought you would never get up I was getting worried mate" and with that she helped him up "I be fine Moonlight trust me" and looks round "I think I saw the future and I do not like it one bit its horrible and I hate it why did I have to see that" and with that they headed down stairs.
The Person looks up dressed in a black cloak "Kris, Moonlight" they look at him in shock "how did you get in here!!" Moonlight screamed she was not happy this was her house and she was looking after her friend who was suffering from nightmares of a horrible future "I am here to give you this open this when the time is right and tell nobody I was ever here" he hands her an envolope and heads out and Moonlight looks
Night StormName: Night Storm
Personality: Night Storm though young is an adventrous Pegasus always getting into all kinds of trouble but not really caring as he always has a fun time, he is enjoyable to be around and very unpredicatble and can sometimes be a pain to look after, he likes spending his spare time exploring the area he is in no matter where he is and this gets him into a lot of trouble.
Education: He Currently attending pre-school
Family: His mother is Seabreeze and Father is Blaze, his mother always keeps him near her as he is picked on by the others as they see dragons as lower creaturs and stupid and dumb, this hurts him and he is always crying a lot into either his pillow or his stuffed toy with Sea always near by to comfort him, Blaze loves him a lot too but Sea can sometimes be a little over-protective
Name: Aroura Garden
Personality: she is very chirpy and kind despite being half Zebra and half Alicorn she is well liked, she makes all others round her happy and is always ready to help another pony in need, she also likes to help teach others new things so they can lead a great life she sometimes teaches Celestia & Luna new tricks, she is very found of Celesita and Luna II and they see her as a Aunt/Mother type figure, Celestia II an Aunt whilst Luna II is very dependant on her to look after her cause of health problems.
Career: Even though her apperances she is actually studying to become a teacher and some say she has the potential to be teaching at the top one day though she says she rather be teaching the underprivleged kids as she gets more fulfiment from teaching them then teaching kids whos parents are rich.
Family: Her Family is Unknown, but her mother was a Zebra and her father was a Alicorn it is uknown if she has any siblings b
Armenian Kingdom of Cilicia
Country's Name: Armenian Kingdom of Cilicia
Capital: Tarsus (First), Sis
Languages: Armenian, Latin, Old French
Country's Name: Vatican City, Italy
Capital: Vatican City
Government: Ecclesiastical, sacerdotal, absolute elective theocracy[
Country's Name: Nova Scotia, Canada
Government: Constitutional monarchy
Age Appearance: 28
Isle of Man
Country's Name: Isle of Man
Government: British Crown Dependency & Parliamentary democracy
Languages: English, Manx
Human Name: Ellan Vannin
Age Appearance: 16
Hair Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Sea-foam Blue
Height: 4' 8"
Personality: He is generally chirpy most of the time and tends to get along with with almost everybody who he meets, he does not get along with France finds him too annoying, he enjoys being alone and being in a crowd, not many people know why, he can be ok when it comes to romance but now and then he just is not interested in it preferring painting and learning to play music.
Likes: He enjoys the freedom he gets and how much control of his country he gets from the UK
Dislikes: He dislikes France
Family: Thought to be related to England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales
Friends: Friends are uknown
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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