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"Hansel, I'm hungry," I said, tugging on my big brother's sleeve as we continued to walk. "I know, Gretel," he said, "Me too..." We had been wandering in the forest for what seemed like forever, trying to find our way out. A few days ago, our stepmother had taken us into the forest while our father was out working. "Stay here, children," she had said to us, before turning around to leave. "B-but, I'm scared!" I cried out. She turned around and glared at me. "Stay! Here!" she yelled, with a fero- feroci-... an anger that had stunned us. Frightened, Hansel and I could only quietly look back at her, hoping that she would change her mind. "Good," she said instead, "Stay here. I'll be back for you shortly." Then, she turned around and left. I started to cry soon after, though Hansel did his best to comfort me. We waited for what seemed like hours, until Hansel decided that we should try to find our way home ourselves. And so, we had wandered the forest for the last few days. We were cold

In the vastness of space, a small spaceship drifts through the darkness... I held up my access card. The reader scanned my card, and the door to the cockpit opened. As I entered, I could hear a familiar song playing. "Still listening to that Record?" I asked the pilot. They got up and began to lower the volume. "Of course," they said, "Did you get all the data?" I floated over to my seat, "Yep." "Any luck?" they asked. I shook my head, "Nope, we're still nowhere near Earth - or even the Milky Way." "But," I said, "I've recorded all the data at these coordinates, and they'll double- and triple-check it all when we get back to the homeship, as usual." "Maybe the others will find something that I might have missed," I said, as I took my seat. My companion nodded. The next song on the Record began playing, and a trumpet-led piece started to fill the cockpit - yet another familiar song, though I couldn't remember the name of it. "Which song is this?" I asked. "It's

The Great Battle Between the Three Disciples and the Bull Demon King (Conclusion) 三徒弟大戰牛魔王 (後) The monk Tang Sanzang has been kidnapped by the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan. As the two wait for the auspicious hour to feast on the monk in order to attain immortality, Tang Sanzang's disciples race to rescue him. After finally tracking their foes back to their lair at the Flaming Mountains, the disciples prepare to storm the base. However, awaiting them at the entrance was the Red Child - son of the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan, and wielder of the True Flames of Samadhi. A fiery battle ensued, and the disciples only barely managed to win, thanks to the timely help of the bodhisattva Guanyin. Now, the three disciples rush into the lair of the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan, hoping to rescue their shifu. Can Sun Wukong defeat his sworn brother, the Bull Demon King, and rescue the monk Tang Sanzang? Or will their journey to the west end here... Chapter 10: To the

The Great Battle Between the Three Disciples and the Bull Demon King (Beginning) 三徒弟大戰牛魔王 (前) In an ancient land, full of mortals and demons, the monk Tang Sanzang journeys to the west to bring back a set of scared Buddhist scriptures for his homeland. With him are his disciples, who also act as his protectors - all of whom were selected by the bodhisattva Guanyin. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King and the self-proclaimed 'Great Sage, the Equal to Heaven', is the first of these disciples. Sealed for five hundred years under a mountain by the Buddha as punishment for his rebellion against Heaven, he now travels with the monk in exchange for his freedom after the journey is completed. Even so, the wise Guanyin saw fit to collar the Monkey King with a magical, golden headband - one which Tang Sanzang can use to control the powerful Sun Wukong by inducing painful headaches. Time will tell if this disciple learns anything from this journey. Zhu Bajie, a pig-like monster, is the second

I walked through the cold blizzard, carrying my ill daughter on my back. Pushing through the flurries of white snow, I arduously trekked through even more white snow on the ground. My feet left deep footprints in the snow, as my tired body continued. My mind began to wander as I walked. There had also been a blizzard, just like this one, on the day when I lost my mentor. Still, I must go to that place that I swore I would never go back to again - the place where my mentor died. *** Years ago, I was the apprentice of a woodcutter named Mosaku. Of course, as he was my teacher, I would address him as Mosaku-sensei. One night, as we were making our way back home after a hard day of woodcutting, a sudden blizzard caught us unawares. Unfortunately, our village was on the other side of a river, and the person in charge of ferrying people across this river had left the boat on the other side - seemingly having forgotten about ferrying us over to this side of the river just this

Prologue: Mordred's Nightmare I struggled to even breath. As I desperately gasped for air, the voices in the surrounding darkness ominously called out to me, "Mordred... Mordred!" Cloaked figures appeared from the darkness. As they encircled me, they raised their fingers and pointed at me, "You will doom Camelot! You are the reason that Camelot will fall!" The figures continued towards me, their voices getting louder and louder, "You demonspawn! You are doom! You are death!" I fell onto my knees, as I continued struggling to breath. "No... No!" I yelled. The figures surrounded me - until all that I could see were their accusatory fingers, until all that I could hear were their portents of doom. "You are the evil that will destroy Camelot!" they yelled. "No!" I struggled to say, "I... I... I-" I woke up, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. ~~~ Main Story: The Family History of Morgan le Fay I opened my door, as the knocking outside grew more impatient. On the

"Lord Poseidon," she said, "please change my body into that of a man's." Poseidon, the sea god, looked up. He eyed Caenis with curiosity. The moonlight shone on his lover's naked body as she stood over him. The waves lapped on the beach where they had made love. "You wish to become a man?" Poseidon asked. Caenis shook her head, "No, Lord Poseidon, I have always been a man." Poseidon eyed Caenis again. And he saw the intensity and the truth in Caenis's eyes. Poseidon nodded. "As you wish," he said, as he waved his hand. And in only a moment, his lover's body was changed into that of a man's. His lover looked down at his new body, and stared in awe at it. "Caenis?" Poseidon spoke up, snapping his lover out of his awe. "I-It's... It's Caeneus now," he said, his attention now on Poseidon. "Thank you, Lord Poseidon," Caeneus said, bowing down to the god, "You have made me very happy today." "I am glad to have done so, Caeneus," Poseidon replied. "Now then..." Poseidon said

The volcano erupted again. Lava burst out of Mount Etna, as though an angry deity had willed it so. The lava spilled out of the volcano, and the skies began to fill with smoke and ash, but none could hear the screams of fury and agony from the terrible being that had been trapped deep underneath the mountain. Deep underground, a creature lashed out against the chains that had bound it there, and it cried out in pain from the never-ending lava that poured into its prison. "Zeus!" the creature roared, angrily. This was Typhon. A massive being of immense power. A giant creature so huge that his many wings would darken the skies when spread. A creature so powerful that a hundred dragon heads had grown along his arms, with each being a worthy adversary for any hero on their own. Birthed by Gaia, the earth herself, to avenge her children, the Titans and the Giants, Typhon was born as a weapon of vengeance against the Olympian gods and their allies. And Typhon had nearly accomplished

"Lord Nezha!" I yelled out. "Stay back!" he said, as he stood in front of me, protecting me from the demon beast that had found us in the forest. The demon beast - some sort of... black lion with a horn on its head - roared and lunged at him. Lord Nezha held firmly in front of me, even as the beast bit down on his forearm. Without even flinching, Lord Nezha used his other hand to thrust his spear into the beast's belly. "Fire-Tipped Spear, alight!" he yelled. Suddenly, the demon beast's eyes widened in shock, as the blade in its belly lit up in flames. Letting go of Lord Nezha's arm, the beast whimpered as it staggered back, pulling away from the spear. Defiantly, the beast roared. "Die, beast!" Lord Nezha yelled. Then, he thrust his spear's flaming tip into the beast's mouth, piercing the back of the beast's throat. The two stood still for a moment, as if frozen in place. Then, suddenly, the beast's head burst into divine flames, and Lord Nezha pulled his spear out. The