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33 Risen#re

'33 lives, they are my past,' 'Or so I wish they would remain,' 'But the past the present and the future make each other,' 'So I cannot be without all three,' 'I was cursed through all 33,' 'No, that's a lie, there were 2 exceptions,' 'But they were merely lies,' 'But they linger still,' 'All 33 of them are in my head,' 'So many lives, so many me's' 'My parents have always given me names,' 'Names no child deserved to bear,' 'So I crafted names of my own,' 'Oh, Demon of the End,' 'Oh Shatterer of Shatterings,' 'Heed my name for I was Talon Haltz the (Chaos Bringer) 'Oh mortals, oh immortals, oh gods, will you ever forget my name,' 'The one who bested you all and made the heavens acknowledge me as it's equal when it knew not your disgraceful names,' 'I've had so many names and shed those cursed ones,' 'Granted by parents undeserving of the title,' 'Of all my names only one truly matters,' 'My first,' "Samsara that is my sacred name, but I know not how it came to be mine,' 'Now I am cursed no more,' 'I have become Samsara once more,' "It's my first life, the life I never got to live,' 'Only it's complicated, for it is my first life,' 'Only it isn't!' --- Join Samsara in his journey to learn the truth of his origins, and the origins of his curse... Will it be a truth he can handle or will the broken god be broken once more? --- A/N: the first volume is officially complete, I know that it's long, but I promise it's worth the read. please feel free to point out any mistakes, and if there's anything you'd like to know about the story let me know in the comments --- Up/rate= 10ch/week 150 power stones = 1 bonus chapter 300 power stones = 2 bonus chapters 500+ power stones = 4 bonus chapters --- I do not own the rights to the cover art The credit for the cover art goes to: LAS-T deviantart.com if the owner wants it taken down please let me know

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098 - Edith's Courage

Edith paced around, continuously glancing at her communicator on the nightstand.

She wore a pair of very short, red shorts, revealing her long and fair-skinned legs, a red shirt with her night gown thrown over her shoulders.

She could hear the crackling hearth, and every time it made a loud cracking sound, she looked to the communicator again only to find that it was silent, 'Got to change that ring tone," she told herself for like the millionth time.

The cracking sound came from the hearth because of the pellets of spark powder she would put in the wood.

It would occasionally make a loud popping sound, which she found pleasant, it made her think of those ancients rifles and cannons that she collected.

It was hard to come by spark powder weapons, most of them had turned to dust by now it had just been that long since any was ever made, and the existing ones were either in the hands of collectors or were in closed auctions for sky-high prices.