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 "Why did I give you increased strength if you can't even bat my saber from me!" yells out Tremor as he spars with his apprentice and daughter, Darth Talos.        Talos now has the appearance of a 17 year old girl. Tremor succeeded where his creator failed. A perfected design of himself. Her power has the potential to be greater then Joga and himself, and he was able to bring her to adult hood quickly.        Talos continues to strike at Tremor. No matter what, she could not over power him. It was just as her fight with Joga back at the asteroid. He knew exactly how to counter each attack, weather fast, strong,or precise, Tremor had the

 Miss Elizabeth was a elementary school teacher in her mid twenties. Though she was very new at teaching she felt very companionate and  responsible for all her students. One student in particular was the nine year old boy Donny Williams. For three weeks strait little Donny has been missing which Elizabeth fines very strange. Every time she would make a call to his parents there would be no answer, when ever she would ask a student about him they would always talk as if they are in the dark about him. It was now December fourteenth two thousand and fifteen. Elizabeth was now teaching her first year of elementary school for  almost four mont

 “Please let me go. Please I do not wish to die!” cries a young woman of Sparta. No matter how much she pleads the Spartan solders ignore her cries for mercy as they place her delicate wrists in the metal shackles hanging off the unforgiving chains. She is held against the stone pillar as she awaits her inevitable fate with her king looking on in regret. “Forgive me King Leonidas but this is wrong. We are Spartans, we do not give into such demands. We are warriors, we should fight” says his loyal solder. “We are Spartans yet we are still mortal. You have seen what these gods can do. Not even our greatest warr

 The rain hit hard on the rocky terrain. What was once a beautiful field of grass has  now been reduced to a sandy dry apocalyptic ground. There he stood leaning on his right knee, his right arm now keeping him up as his bloody face looks up to the danger around him. He slowly struggled to get back on his feet knowing that the world now rested on him. His cloths were now torn and shredded, body bruised and battered. This Mejita warrior though covered in his own blood stood brave facing the monsters that surrounded him. Each of them all different shapes and sizes. He took his hand to move his bangs out of his face revealing the symbol on his f

 The next day in school Kimberly is going threw her locker and sees a group photo of her, Billy, Trini, Zack, and Jason goofing around and she smiles slightly. "Kimberly…" says the faint yet familiar voice of Tommy. Kimberly looks back at him with disgust. "What do you want?" she asks. He looks away nervously for a moment then takes in a gulp before looking back at her. "I am here to apologize". Kimberly starts laughing sarcastically. "Sorry? You are sorry?! Do you have any idea what you took!" she cries. The guilt was visible in his eyes. "I can never undo it, I don't want forgiveness…" he was then cut off by her. "Good because

 "Why did I give you increased strength if you can't even bat my saber from me!" yells out Tremor as he spars with his apprentice and daughter, Darth Talos.        Talos now has the appearance of a 17 year old girl. Tremor succeeded where his creator failed. A perfected design of himself. Her power has the potential to be greater then Joga and himself, and he was able to bring her to adult hood quickly.        Talos continues to strike at Tremor. No matter what, she could not over power him. It was just as her fight with Joga back at the asteroid. He knew exactly how to counter each attack, weather fast, strong,or precise, Tremor had the

 Eva keeps a close eye on Joga as he sleeps in a recovery room. Cold sweat covers his body , his head constantly turns back and forth. She looks on with sad eyes knowing Joga is having yet another bad dream. "Shhh it's okay Joga. I am here now. You are safe" she caresses his hair in a attempt to comfort her friend. Balisa walks into the room looking on at Joga with similar sad eyes. "Poor Joga... he just can not seem to catch a break. He was already having trouble accepting himself as a real person but this..." Eva continues to try and comfort him. "I only knew of Joga's genetics because of his brother Tremor.  Where I am from me and him