Writing this story makes me feel happy and knowing that I am sharing this story with people makes me feel gooD.

When you are seen as weak most of your life, no one expects much from you. So they'll never know what hit them.
Just ask Legolas Eilianther.

LIST OF STORIES 
(With dialogues)

1)	FUTURE DEPENDS ON WHAT ONE DOES NOW
        (Nine Scenes)
2)	WASHERMAN AND THE DONKEY 
3)	LION AND THE RAT 
4)	The RAT and the SAINT 
5)	The Intelligent Monkey and The Cruel Crocodile 
6)	THE RAT MARRIAGE 
7)	THE INTELLIGENT MONKEY AND THE CROCODILE 
8)	CUCKOO'S PROUDNESS
9)	MINDLESS LION 
10)	LAKE POWER 
11)	THE FROG AND THE SNAKE 
12)	THE FOX AND THE CRANE 
13)	MONKEY ACT
14)	THE CLEVER CRAB 
15)	DONKEY IN LION'S SKIN 
16)	THE SELFISH FRIEND AND THE BEAR 
17)	THE CURIOUS MONKEY 
18)	RATS AND ELEPHANTS 
19)	MY LOVE STORY

These are mostly meant for Kids and Teens Animal Stories. Bed Time Stories. Animal stories Video creation could be made. Dialogues based stories. These are Panchatantra Stories. These stories also could be utilized in Movies. Well written with dialogues. Bounded Script.

Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, Litt.D.,
B Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCCP
Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer
Royal Success International Book of Records 2019 Honor
InSc Research Excellence Award-2020, Bangalore (India)
Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips 2020 Honor
Hon. Doctorate in Litt. from ITMUT, Brazil. (2019)
Literary Brigadier Honor (2018) from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India
Spotlight Superstar Honor (2018) from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India
30+ Global Poetic Certificates (2018, 2019, 2020)

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Its the apocalypse, be prepared for death destruction and teens being teens. Awkwardness beyond belief and misinterpreted signals.

This generation has a newer threat, Generation Z-OMBIE is about a group of teens trying to survive in the apocalyptic world. I have changed the title to Generation Z-OMBIE because the previous title was unprofessional.

Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

The thing about time was that it went by fast, so fast in fact that once you blink you were in a different place in time. Quite a few nights had past since Dreadtooth came to speak to Bloodmaw, and before everyone knew it a few months had went by. Not much happened in that time, for everyone was focused on surviving.
The clan of Bloodmaw had been working hard to make their clan stronger and larger than it once was. By surviving and working together, they could not believe that so much time had past. 
Bloodmaw was still focusing on his clans survival and leading them, he also knew that the bond between him and his children were without a doubt severed.
The once small youngsters of the clan were now some what bigger, and both of them were taking on changes. Changes that would no doubt stay with them throughout their lives.
Jr had took on quite a bit of muscle more so than his brother, his body coloring remained the same to his sire for there was black with faint red colors throughout. Though, his face held a lot more of the red coloring. His legs were pitch black with shades of red going up to his knees.
Lesion however was evenly toned in body and muscle, he also stood taller than Jr. His body was black in color, his sides had a even tone of red. Lesion's face was actually taking on a red with white coloring which was greatly different to his father and brother. Not only that but he had quite a lot of black feathers growing on the back of his head. It sort of looked like a mohawk like mane. His legs were black and that color would fade to red once it got closer to his feet.
Offspring were always going to be different from one another, that is only cause their bodies were greatly changing. This was also due to the family bloodline.
The thing about offspring was that they grow faster and stronger, that is once they survive long enough. Since the both of them were surviving, they didn't have to fear about becoming lunch. Though they still would have to be careful since there was a lot of things bigger than them.
Jr and Lesion were not sought after as much as they were when they were little. They were still little of course but they were starting to get stronger. Once they were to become teens would they start to grow faster.
Before they knew it, the wedding would be here and Jr would have to marry Fiala.
Compared to Swiftscale however the both of them were close to his hips. Though Lesion would be taller than him once he was to become a teen.
Lesion and Jr have also grown apart, not only that but Lesion remains close to Grim.
Since they were bigger than they were, Lesion and Jr could decide on what they wanted to do when it came to training. Lesion wanted to learn from Grim, while Jr remains with Swiftscale.
Bloodmaw was proud of his children, that would never change. A parents love knows no bounds. Every day he would watch them from a far, with a very proud smile upon his lips.
Jr talks to Bloodmaw from time to time but Lesion refuses to speak to him.
Lesion even stays away from his brother, he clearly holds a grudge against him.
Swiftscale couldn't help but see Lesion and Jr as his own kids, since well both Jr and Lesion talk to him. It was just that Lesion would not talk to him when he was around Jr or Bloodmaw.
It hurt him actually to see two brothers pushed apart from one another.
Swiftscale had said it to Ebony how he wishes things were different. No family should have to be ripped apart.
The whole clan had taken notice of Bloodmaw and his children. Of course it was not hard to see why. Anyone could see that the bond between them was not the same.
It was a early morning now, the air was some what hotter which made it crucial for everyone to stay hydrated.
Swiftscale didn't mind taking trips to get water for his clan. Thanks to Ruby and her interest in clay molding did she make a container to carry water. She actually made a few containers for everyone to have as well as use.
Helm and Dingo were always scouting out the area, and since they do it everyday they had strengthened the clans security.
Gambit was officially titled as the clan herbalist, and Belle was his assistant. The both of them made a good team, and the herbs they found were plentiful.
Devastate was fully healed, though he had a scar upon his neck from when Adder attacked him. The behemoth actually had a few scars that littered his frame. What was even nicer was that Bloodmaw had made Devastate his right hand man.
Bloodmaw and Devastate had talked often, and Bloodmaw felt like he would be good for the position. Not only that but Devastate had made a promise to never betray his people again. Just hearing that, and seeing how sincere he was made Bloodmaw see him differently.
Scarface was a hunter for the clan, though Ruby didn't like him going out alone. She honestly didn't feel like he should go out alone to hunt. But he did. The scar upon his side was healed but it was also a reminder to what had happened to Crusher's clan.
He would sometimes stare at the scar with a look of guilt. The only reason why he looks at it was that he couldn't help but think back then.
Crusher didn't deserve to die the way that he did.
Why was it that death was final? It didn't seem fair.
Adder deserved to see his father one last time, but life so cruelly took him away. Scarface was going out alone only cause he didn't want to think about it. He also wanted to better himself, to prove to Crusher that he had learned well from his mistakes.
Thing is he couldn't tell or show Crusher that, he was gone. Scarface looked up at the clan he was in now, he would do better for this clan. That was the least he could do.
Harmony and Lockjaw were extremely pleased being here in the clan. That much could be seen, furthermore Lockjaw had fully woke up and could talk now though he still knows the so called blind language. This was another great surprise, it further surprised Harmony only cause she woke up to hear him speak.
Bloodmaw wanted to throw a little celebration for him, to show that he was respected and welcomed here. This would happen tonight, and almost everyone was looking forward to it.
A little celebration did a lot for a clan, it strengthened bonds and increased morale. Perhaps Bloodmaw wanted to do this to somehow repair his relationship with his children. Thing is, would it work?
As everyone thrived, it didn't look like anything could happen to ruin it. That was wrong.
Bloodmaw blinked taking notice of a rex moving in the distance, his eyes narrowed when he saw who it was. His eyes went wide seeing that it was Fiala. Why was she here alone?
Devastate looked at him as Bloodmaw approached her.
"Why are you here alone?", asked Bloodmaw curiously.
Fiala looked up to him with a nervous smile. "I just wanted to come visit you guys, without my father."
"Does he know?", asked Bloodmaw.
Fiala shook her head, "I just wanted to come over and apologize."
Bloodmaw looked at her silently, she honestly looked remorseful.
She was not like her father, she was rather graceful but had a great tenderness to her and her heart. She also looked quite attractive in her appearance, she would no doubt be a beautiful bride once the wedding arrives.
Bloodmaw swallowed somewhat silently, this would surely bring up some tension between his children since she was here. "You don't need to apologize.", replied Bloodmaw.
What else could he say to her.
Fiala looked at him softly before looking behind him curiously, her eyes slowly began to look sad seeing Lesion. "Can I talk to Lesion..?", she cautiously asked this.
Bloodmaw looked back at Lesion who was standing beside Grim. His back was turned to the both of them, did he know she was here? "I don't know if you should, I won't stop you but..."
Fiala took a deep breath, "He deserves a proper apology."
Bloodmaw looked at her silently, she honestly looked upset about all this. He could see that as she slowly walks over to Lesion.
Swiftscale was talking to Jr, about properly countering a attack. His eyes shifted once he saw Fiala approaching Lesion. He some what went quiet, and of course Jr looked over curiously wondering what was up.
The whole clan watched from where they were, it was incredible for all of them to sense what was up. How would it turn out though, that was the real question.
To have this happen after sometime has past was greatly unexpected.
"Lesion..?", asked Fiala.
Lesion looked back at her with some what wide eyes, while Grim looked at Lesion before shifting to look back at Fiala.
"Can I talk to you..?", asked Fiala.
Lesion looked away from her before slowly turning to face her. He was silent as he looked at her.
"Aren't you going to say something?", asked Fiala feeling a little awkward.
"What is there to say, you like my brother.", replied Lesion looking down. He honestly looked like he had been struck by the biggest of blows.
Fiala looked down, "Please understand that I..."
"No. Don't say it.", replied Lesion cutting her off.
Fiala looked at him surprised, she looked at him silently as her gaze took on tears. "I tried to ta..", she tried explaining herself, to tell the truth but Lesion didn't want to hear it.
"Stop, okay. I don't want to hear it.", Lesion had his eyes away from her. It was like she was not there before him.
Fiala looked at him as soft sobs came from her lips, she looked at Grim who frowned.
Bloodmaw looked at them with the same face that he had when he told his kids about the news. The news that Dreadtooth officially told him, that Fiala liked Jr.
Speaking of Jr, he walked over and he gave Fiala a look. "Come on, let's go."
Fiala looked at Jr before slowly walking to him, her head was lowered as she done so.
How could such a arrangement cause so much pain? The more he watched, the more he wanted to change his mind.
Bloodmaw closed his eyes, he was thinking about the most difficult decision to cease the pact. When was it enough? Just how much harm can this do?
Apparently it could do a lot, from what he has seen already. Before his kids could become teens, Bloodmaw was going to talk to Dreadtooth again. He had said that he was going to agree to the pact, but no arrangement was worth this.
He knew of the consequences. But no agreement was worth the pain he had seen upon both his kids face. Bloodmaw was not the only one either, the whole clan has voiced their concern.
As he looked after Jr and Fiala, he looked at Lesion who has become so cold and withdrawn. Just by changing who was to marry Fiala did it affect him more than ever.
Lesion and Jr were once happy and adventurous, and now they won't even talk to one another. Blood was more important than some deal.
Would Dreadtooth understand? That he doubted. But no parent should ever choose between safety or blood.
That night should of been the night when he refuses to uphold the pact. So much time had past by, but he still had time to cease this torment.
Bloodmaw was ready for anything to happen in case this goes badly. He just hoped that it was not to late to fix his bond with his children.

Embark through a harrowing journey of survival and combat through the eyes of prehistoric creatures where some have become sentient. The world around them remains the same, but they perceive things differently from others. Those who have become sentient have to face off against those that aren't. As they evolve in their own way, they have to understand that one fatal mistake can cost the ultimate price, their life.

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Emma started staring off at the plain ceiling with the urge to move, "Noah... I have class in 15 minutes." She waits for his response, "Noah?"
"Hmm..."
"Did you fall asleep?" she asked looking over her shoulder.
"Hm," he answered weakly. "I have to go."
He looked up and made a disappointing face, "Can't be late?" Her face lit up, not expecting this kind of reaction from him, "One more time." "What?" "Make that face one more time."
"What face?" "That face," trying to recreate the expression he made. Noah shook his head, declining the fact he made such a face and playfully squeezed her face, "Didn't you say you have a class to go?" "I did...," glaring at him, "don't change the topic."
He tilted his head, "So you're gonna stay here with me a little bit longer?" Holding out his arms for a hug. "My class is in another building though," she said while going in his arms, "Aren't you being a little cuddly today." He looks at her, "Should I let go?" "Hm," looking forward to his reaction.
"Lets."
"Huh?" she looks up at him in confusion. Was expecting him to say no. "Let's go. You're going to be late."
They walked out of the empty classroom and headed to the exit. "I can't walk home with you today," Noah looks over at her. "Oh, tomorrow then," she cheerfully said and while smiling. "Yeah, sorry." "It's okay."
After all her classes ended, she noticed Noah's message, 'I'll make it up today with a Starboar drink tomorrow.' She smiled and messaged back, 'A Starboar drink? I don't think that enough.'"Should I give Mimi a call?... Ahem...why am I nervous?"
"What do you want?"
"Hey, Mimi! Wanna go home together?"
"Did you break up with him?"
"Aish, I know you would bring this question up. No...I didn't and I-"
"Hanging up!"
"H-HEY!" She heard the call end, and glanced at her phone to double-check, " WOW! She actually hung up on me!! Just you wait!"
-------At the Station------
Emma breathes in and looks up at the clear blue sky, "Such a nice day. To release some steam," blocking the sunlight that was shining on her anger face, "She dares hung up on me like that. ha.ha.ha..." Just then, a group of birds flew across her, catching her attention, she looked up in amazement. It's a plane show.
There was a pigeon that was quite behind the rest and decided to go for an early landing, in front of her.
"Poor thing," she said as she looked at it, and grinned, "You just gave me an idea."
<<CLICK>>
"Kid with their selfies these days," said while looking at a couple of teens together. "What's taking the train so long?" she grumbled. When she was finally home, Emma received a message from a stranger.
'Hello, I just want to let you know that I like your drawing.'
She sat up on the sofa, "Aw, mom look," showing her the message with a cunning face and types, 'Thank you.'
"Don't you have homework to do?" Emma blinks as her response to her mom and receives another message from the same person.
'We go to the same university.'
"Interesting." 'OH. We do?'
'I do some drawing too but not as good as you.'
"Oh, you're flattering me." Mom looks at her and rolls her eyes, "I have no eyes to watch this." "Are you jealous? How should I reply back?" 'That's not true.'
She goes out of the app and stares at her phone, "What's Noah doing?" Looking at her unread message, it's been two hours already.
The talk with Mimi starts to rewind itself, "He must be confused with love and wanting a friend." "NO, NOT TRUE!!" Waving her arms up in the air, wrestling the invisible Mimi,"... can't be right...?" Just when she was about to side with Mimi's reasoning, another message arrived.
'Here's one of my works.���
"This kid must be a huge fan of mine. Since I'm bored, I might as well reply back." 'Wow, that looks so nice.'
'Coloring is my weakness.'
'Same here. HAHA'
'If I go up to you and hi from time to time. Would it be weird?'
Emma started raising her brows and questioning this person "Say hi to me? Why? Of course, it's weird. IT'S VERY WEIRD!" She tries to keep it friendly-like and message back,'Maybe'
':('
'Cuz! I don't know your face. If a random stranger says hi to me out of nowhere. I'll be like NOPE.'
'Then should we make a secret code so that you can recognize it's me?'
"This person doesn't understand," shaking her head, "You're a stranger to me." and reply with, 'Sure. But do you know who I am.'
'Long time no see? ...I think I know who you are.'
'LOL. no. Something that stands out.' "Mom, do you hear this? This person "thinks" it knows who I am."
'Devil morning or whatever the time is?'
'Sounds good'
'Okay. I can't wait to meet you.'
'HAHA. Once you get to know me it's a different story, kid.'
'LOL, kid?'
'Sorry... Are you older than me?'
'No'
'Thought I step into a minefield.'
'I'll talk to you later. I have to do something'
'K, bye'
"Damn we got this close over a text?" Scrolling through their recent chat. "Is someone trying to pull a trick on me?" She began to suspect.

The palace grounds as was said, was a museum before The Wars happened. In their effort to preserve its artistry, they added a layer of wall that would serve its protection. It was a 'Horse Only' travel area. The palace grounds were also always part of the field trips at school, but formidable guards were always littered around the palace like a human gate.
She thought that was where they were emerging. The tunnel was long and dark. That was why the sunlight almost blinded her when they emerged from a guard-protected gate.
"What?!" She looked around, could not believe that they were already outside of the walls. "There was an entrance in the city all along?"
The prince was looking at this rearview mirror. "Yes. It's a secret. Better to keep it to yourself."
Suddenly, she was out of the forest trees and was surrounded by the tall buildings, all glinting against the sun. The people were no longer dressed like they were going to meet kings and queens. She rolled down the window and inhaled the polluted air like it was fresh.
"Feels good to be home."
The prince laughed at her. "What is wrong with you? That air is dirty."
"I missed it," she said, grinning to herself. "Now, where are we heading first? Are we going to see my sister now?"
The prince shook his head. "We're going to see your father get arrested first." He was manuevering the car expertly, turning and avoiding the crowded streets. "Also, the people assigned to your case already sent in their resignation letters."
She nodded. She did not want to be the reason that people were going to be out of job, but she was the one who they did a wrong to. They were too lax in their investigation process. "Thank you."
Once they reached almost the end of the bustling streets, they were in the neighborhoods where it was almost empty. Most people were on their work and children were in school. Only a few remain in their houses.
Tianshi Xue did not even know where they were until they stopped a few yards away from what could only be her father's house. She recognized the brown gate from the video feed she saw the day before. "He's still there?"
"Yeah," he answered, relaxing on his seat. "They should be here in any minute," he tapped on his Linker and started looking at the files.
Tianshi Xue caught something 'Warrant of Arrest' on the document and she tore her eyes away from it. That was the paper that was going to make her father rot in jail.
She stared at the brown gate, her mind going empty. She wanted to get mad at him. She wanted to unleash her anger. She searched for it inside of her but she could not find it.
She looked deep and deep, but all she found were memories.
"You're going to be a big star," said her father when she was only seven years old. He was trying to comb her tangled long hair.
Tianshi Xue was coloring a page on the small desk. "We're going to ride on planes. Then we're going to visit the other lands of Heping. I'll buy Mom a lot of shoes. And I'll buy you a car."
Her father was working as a deliveryman for a local chicken shop, riding his secondhand motorbike everyday. Every time he came home, he smelled of the road and sweat. She remembered how much it comforted her.
When she got her first modeling project when she was thirteen—for a shoe brand—her father took her to a waffles place. He said he had always wanted to try one. The ones filled with fruit, chocolate, and cream. They had two each and brought home some for her mother and sister. They had a great time choosing their fillings, acting like they knew what they were ordering. Like they could afford it on a normal day.
After the shoe brand, came a shampoo commercial. After the commercial, she was hired for a young teens brand of clothes. It was a lasting deal that was the biggest stepping stone in her career. Her face was plastered in the kids sections in the malls and some billboards.
Before she turned seventeen, brands were all running after her. They bribed her and her family with money and gifts. When the highest bidder finally came into view, her mother signed the contract for her.
She spent an afternoon trying to make the perfect signature. She knew that she was going to be more popular now. She would have to sign a lot of things. Also, she would soon sign her own contracts.
"You should do it like this," said her father and pushed her hand to the side then diagonally. "It looks like a star now," he smiled.
At that point, he no longer smelled like sweat and a day's work. He smelled clean and of cologne. When he went out, he was in nice clothes and he already had a car. Tianshi Xue's bank account was filling up faster than they could spend.  
Her mother was buying shoes after shoes and bags after bags. They moved to a bigger apartment. A penthouse. Her father was gambling away her hard work, her sleepless nights, and her early mornings. She did not say a word because she thought they were just enjoying, that they would get tired of it afterwards.
Her eighteenth birthday came and all of her accounts were transferred to her. She put a leash on her money and refused to give more to her parents than what was only needed for their home. They called her ungrateful.
Her father was a drunk by then, trying to think of a way to pay off his debts in the casino. Her mother was trying to impress her friends with her new items every time they see each other. It was now a crime for her to repeat the same outfit.
They both tried to look down on her with reprimanding eyes. "We're going to disown you."
That was the thing that she hated the most. She was the reason why their family rose from poverty to this luxurious life.
"The nerve," she scoffed then.
"What?!" said her mother. "What are you saying?"
She stood up, angry now. "I don't owe any of you my money! All of that is from my hard work! You spend more than I do! You know what? I disown you!"
Then her mother packed her bags and threw it out of their apartment, telling her not to come back.  
"I WON'T!" she shout back and grabbed her clothes that spilled out the bags, wiping the tears on her cheeks.
Her parents used to bring smiles to her face. They used to be the pillar of support she always clung onto. She didn't think that her father would be capable of doing that to her. But he did.
And now the police arrived.
And they were taking him away.
And Tianshi Xue thought that he deserved it.
She found it. Her anger.


Tianshi Xue was pretty sure she already died. After falling into the depths of the sea and feeling her last breath leave her body… she was sure she was going to the afterlife.

But then she woke up.

In another woman’s body.

And that body belonged to a princess.

—

Tianshi Xue was a popular model turned actress. She was known for her striking looks and not-so-good ways in the business. A lot of people admired her for the lengths she was willing to go just to be successful. But a lot of people also hated her.

She was not even surprised that someone killed her—or at least tried to. 

She woke up in the body of Princess Lin Yingyue, the daughter of the tyrant emperor from the Shānmài Empire, promised to marry the second prince of the Hépíng Empire.

But because of a sudden invasion, Tianshi Xue—now Princess Yingyue was forced to marry the man she loathed from the moment she heard his name, the notorious young general, 3rd Prince Yang Qui. 

Tianshi Xue found herself living in the palace—a place that housed more drama than the TV.

With her new body and title as a princess, Tianshi Xue was bent on trying to find the person who wanted her dead.

But on the more important note: If death was necessary for souls to transfer to another body, does that mean that the princess died also? Or did someone tried to kill her too?

—

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Not a historical drama/fiction. Modern monarchy. Romance. Mystery. Fantasy-ish. Dystopian-ish.

If two pieces of the same metal touch in space, they will permanently bond 
***

Keep your head down. Don't look up. People will notice if you do. 

People will look. People will judge. People will laugh. 

People will hate. Keep your head down. Be invinsible.

Keep your fucking head down!

***

At 10, I started to change; tried to be like everyone else. I wanted the newest dolls,I wanted the cherry blossoms lip balm that was the hype then. Like a creeper it snuck up on me, and like a thought I disliked the way I looked.

People will laugh. 

At 13, I stopped all my favorite cartoons, I didn't let me parents take me to school or bring me back anymore. I told them I was trying to be mature. The truth was that I was being a brat because everyone was doing it. So i had to do it. Just the year before I had walked right into the path of anxiety and couldn't get out because i felt trapped by the sight of others. It didn't matter though, I was the laughing stock for my preference. I was the laughing stock for everything. We were newly teens with no sense of direction than the movies we watched and the seniors we strived to be. Slowly I began to really dislike the way I looked. 

Keep your head down.

At 16, I lost my sister because I wanted to be someone else and I was jealous. I lost myself to the grinning anger that wrapped me up and presented me as poison to the sun. I curled deep in my sorrow and avoided the eyes of kindness, I adverted happiness and let pain bathe me slowly until I writhed.By then I hated the way I looked. 

People will judge. 

At times, I couldn't Breathe. I couldn't see and I was left in the dark, hoping I'll fade into nothing soon. Hoping that everything will light up if I'm forgiven. Hoping that if acceptance was a word, then why wasn't I accepted. Why was I put under a microscope for people to scrutinize? Why me?

People will hate.

I missed her. I missed her. I missed her. I really missed her. How was she?Was she smiling? Happy?I wouldn't know. She was dead. Did she hate me? Why wouldn't she?. I wasn't outstanding, I wasn't likable. People seemed to hate me and I understood why. Why have a faded star when you could have the sun?. 

People will look. 

I couldn't look at myself in the mirror without wincing at the scar, without recoiling at the sight of my pale skin slashed with the natural lines of puberty. I couldn't smile at myself in the mirror because I saw flaws that weren't there, I saw mistakes that I let happen. I saw anger, pain, everything that was buried within, with no escape. 

Now at 18, I tried to escape everything by hiding, holding myself together by thin threads. I tried to read, but everything seemed perfect even when it was not, so I decided to search in places that didn't have happily ever afters. I wasn't looking for a fairy tail now, I was looking for reality. 

I wanted to feel the warmth of my mother as she hugged me. I wanted to see the strength of my father as he helped me stand up. But what was brokenwas broken. 

There's a reason why you can never glue a shattered plate back together. 

Scars remained. Like a haunted house on repeat. It wasn't going to go until you left the earth in soul going somewhere you didn't know about. Hoping that it'll all be over soon.

Soon. Such a stupid word. 

Soon you'll find happiness. Soon you'll forget the anger. Soon. Soon. Soon. 

Fuck soon. 

If you aren't going to relieve me then what's your purpose? To taunt me? I'm sorry but I don't believe anymore. 

No. Never. Faith. No. Never. No faith. 

I didn't want it. No one ever did. I thought alot, My decisions changed every time because I wasn't sure. My esteem was as low as hell and wasn't able to find numbers. 

It made me wonder why Ajax wanted to be my friend. Still having a friend other than my dead sister, left me feeling giddy and high with happiness and drunk on ignorance.

I didn't want perfect. General perfection didn't exist. We had our own definitions of perfect and it was rarely the same. I wanted something constant. I wanted happy. I wanted smiles. I wanted love. 

I want. I want .I want. 

I need. 

***

I pulled myself back to the present and stepped out of the back room that held my bench and memories of my first friendship with the green eyed boy. 

I shouldn't have been thinking like that in school. 

Remember Daphne, head down, and no one bothers you. Fade into the walls if you have too. Avoid at all cost. 

I passed the cafeteria doors that I hadn't entered for more than three years,The muted sounds of friendship seeped through the wooden door, coloring me green with envy. 

Tremors ran down my spine as I heard light footsteps approach. I stiffened, my back as held tightly with invinsible wires. 

"Daphne simmers" A voice taunted, sweet and soft, innocent and pure. But dripping with flavors of venomous substances. "Oh Daphne, Daphne ,Daphne" 

I flinched back in surprise, I was close to the art room, if I could just get there- will Ajax be there? I didn't know.

Images of my artistic friend invaded my thoughts. We were able to get somewhere with our project before we'd gotten distracted again. We were going to work on it later but no time had been granted. 

No. I didn't want Ajax to see me this way. Cowering in fear just by the sound of Eva. Eva, the girl who couldn't stand the sight of me. 

"Are you deaf?" She said,cocking her hair to the side her long ponytail swishing. In her arms held a thick book with blank papers on top. 

I shook my head, letting my eyes fall to her sandal clad feet, praying I'll be left alone for today. 

"Lacey handle this, I have to get to miss Mary's class to drop this off" my head snapped up instantly. 

Due to my fear, I had failed to notice the curvy figure beside Eva who was smirking at me, picking at her nails. Her hair fell in waves onto her shoulders rhay were covered with an expensive-looking sweater. 

A shiver went down my spine. No. Never. A feeling of dread washed over me as I hoped whatever will come will be fast and quick. Over before I open my eyes. 

I wanted to beg Eva as she continued down the hall to stay. But that'll be stupid. Lacey might be harsher but she wasn't as cunning as Eva. I'd take Lacey anytime. 

Maybe I could walk a way. Or run. Maybe I could beg-

My thoughts shrivelled up as I saw the look in her eyes as she stepped closer. Her lips curled up in a cruel smirk as she spoke. 

"Well, well, well-" she paused, her eyebrows scrunching up together, looking behind me with interested wonder. I angled my head to look at the tall wiry figure approaching with a paint bucket in his right hand, looking confused at the sight of me and Lacey.

No. never. No never. No never.

"We had a plan to be astronauts you know? See the stars, we even dreamt of touching one, I feel it's wrong to dream of the stars without her. Without her I am nothing.I can't anymore, Ajax"

Daphne simmers hadn't seen the stars in years, the constellation she was taught and the blinking lights that appeared at night had gone.

 She was scared, scared to deal with the loss of everything she ever loved, cared for and wished to see. 

Daphne simmers was alone.

Her stars all came back with the help of Ajax king who showed her that life was meant to be lived and not just to exist. To be loved and not something less.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked quietly.  He was honestly amused.  These aliens looked like some kids cartoon character.
The alien puffed up in anger and pushed past a group of small four-legged aliens to stand in front of him.
"You really shouldn't wave you arm like that.  It is rather insulting."
Everything was insulting in this body, he thought, but watched instead as the alien grew darker in color and started screaming.
"You stole from my people!  You will return it to us now!"
"No."  Dustin watched its eyes bulge in anger.
"You will die!"
"You don't have to repeat yourself, I heard you the first time."
Its mouth seemed to be chewing on something, then it screamed, "You will die so hard, you will die to death!"
Dustin stared at it for a moment, listening to Granny chuckle in his ear.  Did it just say that?  He waved one of his arms in confusion, and the alien jumped back chittering.
"Ooooh, that was a good insult!" giggled Granny.  She giggled!
Shaking his head, Dustin saw the alien shaking, it was so mad. 
"How dare you insult me in this manner!  I shall kill you and all your brood kin!"
This was too much, Dustin couldn't help it any more and broke out laughing.  Everyone immediately ran from the area.
"That's great!  I didn't even know you knew that insult!" Granny laughed.
Dustin watched as the alien in front of him turned a nice shade of green.
"You!  How dare you!  Insulting my queen!  We will destroy all your eggs until all your kind are decimated!  We will hunt you until every egg is destroyed!"
Guards appeared by now, and restrained the alien.
"We are detecting high levels of hostility in your system.  If you do not come with us right now, you will be killed."
The alien allowed them to drag it away, but it shouted over its shoulder, "I will live today to tell my kind of your evils!  You will never survive this outrage!"
Shaking his head at the insanity of it all, he turned to the stall and pointed to several different things.  The stall owner, a tall thin alien, with light turquoise coloring and big pink eyes, rushed to package the foods he pointed at.  After paying to have it all delivered back to his ship, he moved on to several other stalls.  
Before he was done, he had bought clothing, shoes, more food, and fuel for the ship.  As he got into the elevator to return to the floor where the docking port was, he noticed a floor that hadn't been available on the other elevators he had been to.  It required him to pay to visit it.  Swiping his card next to the floor, the elevator began to drop quickly.  He wondered how much it had taken from him to be allowed to visit, but decided he had plenty to spend.
As the doors opened, he suddenly realized why this floor was restricted.  Slaves were chained to the floor.  As far as his eyes could see, aliens of different types walked along, perusing the slaves, as if they were nothing more than interesting rocks.  Occasionally one would stop and raise an arm, or tentacle, into the air, and a small flying alien would swoop over to finish the transaction.
"This place is illegal.  They must have only allowed you access because of how much money you have," explained Granny.
As he stepped out of the elevator, he noted that the flying aliens were perched on ledges all over the ceiling of the massive area.  They watched each of the possible buyers carefully, so that if a decision was made to make a purchase, they could respond immediately.  
Dustin wondered if there were any Uz'En here.  Most of the slaves were skinny, but otherwise well cared for.  None looked overly impressive.  He didn't recognize a lot of the races, and figured they were probably rare.
'PED, can you send out nanobots to search the area for Uz'En, without being caught?'
(ABSOLUTELY.  DEPLOYING STEALTH BOTS NOW.)
Making his way down a row of scantily clad aliens, he started hearing pings.  It was interesting because he was hearing the nanobots talking to him.  Heading in the direction of the pings, he saw a group of people who could have easily passed for human.  Each one had a nanobot on them, pinging him to signal that the people were actually Uz'En.
As he approached them, fear bloomed in their eyes and they all cringed away from him.  He was momentarily confused, until he remembered that he was in the form of an A'Dfukl.  Waving at the flying aliens, one flew down to him.  
"How may such an insignificant creature such as I help you?" it asked, bowing low.
"I am interested in this group.  How do I get them?"  He motioned at the Uz'En, and several broke out in quiet sobs.
"We do not normally sell so many at once, but I believe an exception can be made.  One moment while I gather the data you requested."
He watched it fly back up to its perch and accessed a cleverly hidden console.  After a moment, it returned.
"I am told that you may purchase all of them.  Would you like to have them delivered to your ship?"
"Yes," he said, handing it his card.  "I am looking to leave immediately.  I will travel with them as you take them."
The alien paused.  It's small body shuddered and it shook its head.
"I'm sorry, but that is not allowed.  If you are concerned about any treatment towards your property, I can assure you…"
Dustin stepped towards it.  "If you will not allow me to go with them, then they can go with me."
"Slaves are not allowed on the main trade decks…"
"Then I assume there is an alternate route I can take with my property?"
It licked its lips, and glanced over at them.  There were nine of them, four men and five women.  They were all about the same age, late teens early twenties.  Perfect breeding ages.
"Of course, allow me to process the transaction."
It quickly flew up and started typing furiously into its console.  It was amusing to watch the other flying aliens, glance at the situation and immediately turn away so as not to be dragged into the situation.  When it returned, its entire attitude had changed.
"Please follow me and I will show you the way back to your ship."  It removed the chains from the nine and gave him a control for their collars.  Glancing over it, he saw that it would shock them and deliver pain if he pushed a certain button.  If he intended to shock one, it would shock them all.
Holding it up, he motioned for them to follow.  They didn't hesitate, but it was obvious they weren't broken either.  The trip back was very quick.  As they were sent ahead into the ship, the flying alien handed him back his card.
"Pleasure doing business with you!"

Sequel to Evolutionary Prison.

Home turned out to be a fake, littered with clues and filled with killer robots.
Dustin managed to escape the prison, but now he's in search of his true home, and maybe the truth.

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This sequel is complete!  It will be about a month before I start posting the next of this trilogy. Keep an eye out for it around the first part of June 2019!

This is available on Lulu.com in print as a paperback book!



"Yes Ma," Liam mumbles, broad shoulders slumped, and head lowered, his voice showing subtle tones of resignation. Taking a deep breath and turning away, he straightens, composing himself, and then in a sterner voice, he directs the other dozen or so men to clear the room, leaving only a handful of women behind. From my viewpoint between Erin's arms, I watch them leave and from the corner of my eyes, can also make out the figure of Olivia Murphy as one of the ladies taking their places on various leather seats scattered around the massive living room. 

Before I can get a look at where the female voice came from, she continues, her Irish accent strong and firm. "Shannon, Reagan, why don't you two lasses, go to the kitchen and make us a spot of tea, I think refreshments are in order?" Continuing to peek from my hiding place, I see that the instructions came from a striking older woman, with long dark chocolate hair, who is now sitting in the chair opposite me as she clears her throat. 

"Olivia," she waves her hand, motioning to my mother's friend to take the seat beside hers, "why don't you come closer? I think Ava here, would be more at ease with a familiar face rather than that of a stranger." 

Olivia's gentle figure comes into view, taking the seat next to the woman, Liam's mother? And reaches out to touch my hand. Erin growling at the gesture, my bitch! 

"It is okay Erin, I am okay, I mean I will be okay," I tell her sitting up, my head heavy from exhaustion, but my body now warm from the fire. 

"Ava," Olivia speaks, "honey, I am so sorry, we thought, I do not know what we thought. I just want you to know that none of us wanted this to happen." 

Olivia, Liam, my parents, they all are in on this... 

"How, Olivia, tell me how?" 

Olivia, looking to Liam's mother with pleading eyes nods as the two women silently communicate, the taller of the two speaking. "I will take it from here Olivia," she interjects, taking hold of a small, brown leather, picture frame book from a young girl with midnight black hair and pale skin, "thank you Roisin," she comments passing the book over to me than introducing herself as Siobhan Brady, Liam's mother and I suppose the cult leaders wife, not that she said it in so many words. 

Taking the little leather frame in my hands I open it, revealing a picture of my mother, unmistakable with her long dark blond curls and big eyes, in her later teens, standing with a group of other girls including a younger-looking Olivia, Siobhan, and in amongst the others, another woman stands in front with familiar steel grey eyes. 

"Aye love, so I can tell that can you see us, your mother, Olivia, myself, and a few other ladies. Noticing my focus on the beautiful woman with long dark brown hair, she smiles, "and Aisling," she says pointing to the delicate girl with dark steel eyes, so familiar, innocent and... Griffin, I can see Griffin! "You see the resemblance, no?" 

"Griffin?" I mumble, dazed as to how beautiful she is, her soft features, cherubim like face, and sparkling eyes. 

"Yes, that is his ma." Pausing, a brief look of sadness flittering across her feature, before being replaced with a gentle smile, "was his ma. Ava we all, our families that is, grew up together, your ma, Olivia, and the rest. Well, I lie we did not all grow up together as in the same place, but we are all part of the same community." 

"I do not understand." Brows marring in confusion, my head starting to lightly pound which I know is the bond. 

"I know love," Siobhan agrees, sitting back in her seat, ankles crossed beneath black slacks, "it was a tragedy what happened to your parents Ava. It was our tradition, our way for them to tell you about your heritage. But, given the current circumstances, we will do the best we can to help you through this transition." Turning to face Erin, she continues, "but before we start though, Erin, you must promise that what you are about to hear about our family, will remain in this room. We normally do not let outsiders into the complexities of our small community, but as Ava seems to have claimed you as kin, you, by default are now one of us." 

Nodding Erin agrees, her lips pursed, and I know she is on her best behavior for my benefit. Accepting a mug of steaming tea as several are passed around by two girls, Shannon and Reagan I think? She confirms that she understands. 

Taking my own mug, I inhale the sweet, floral aroma, sipping at the warm liquid, which is not your standard black tea but delicious none the less, and wait for Siobhan to continue, my eyes shifting around the room to the people scattered on various sofas. From what I can tell, all women are slender, all stunning in their various levels of maturity but are currently clustered together in their respective age demographics. The young dark-haired woman, Roisin, sitting at the center of the younger girls, giving me the impression that she is of some significance to them. It is not until I look over to the far corner of the room that I notice another young girl, maybe late teens, early 20's at the most, sitting by herself in a wheelchair, gazing out the floor to ceiling windows a blanket wrapped around her legs. Enraptured by her silent beauty, I stare. 

"Aye, that would be young Isla," Siobhan offers, trailing my direction with her own eyes, "her story is for another day love, but you do know her brother quite well." 

Brother? Looking closer at the girl, her gaze unfocused, barely moving, I notice the shape and color of her eyes, dark steel grey, not blue, but the same shape, Griffin! The bedroom, it was hers? 

"Aye, so you do see the resemblance, even if minor, no one can forget our Aisling eyes, entrap you, they surely do." 

"She is Griffin's?" I mumbled, struggling to complete the sentence. 

"Sister, aye, that she is, his younger one. They share the same mother those two, father though, that again is a story for another day." 

Mesmerized by her quiet nature, and her position in the wheelchair, I cannot help but ask, "Is she, is she okay?" 

"Isla has been through a lot, her mind, is not hers at present, we are hoping with time, and healing that she becomes herself again. But let us talk about you, I assume you have plenty of questions." Siobhan prompts, drawing my focus back to the woman in front of me. 

"Am I, are we, I mean, like him?" 

"You mean wolves? No, and yes, Ava, we women are what they call madraí maité or you would be more familiar with the term, wolfs mate." Siobhan offers, a gentle smile on her face showing a hint of pearly white teeth. 

"Does that mean, am I going to get all furry?" I query scrunching my face at the thought, shaving is a bitch! Is there something in this tea, I should be freaking out right now! 

"No." she laughs, her whole face lighting up, "Ava you are taking this quite well, I am surprised, but no we remain as we are. Our gift is to provide our men with an anchor to their human side, that and, also the ability to carry their children, something other women, not of our kind can not do." 

"Anchor?" 

Smiling wistfully, she continues, "Yes, our men, when they begin the shift into their mature wolf at the age of 21 can become more beast than a man without the right connections, a mate. Once claimed, their mate anchors them, becoming of one mind, helping them control the voices that the beast can make." 

Griffin mentioned voices... 

"So, I am one of you, an anchor?" 

"That you are, and by the looks of it, a freshly mated one." 

Looking confused, she continues, "You feel him, do you not, love?" Reaching her hand out, a single finger raised to touch my temple, "in here," then moving it to my heart, placing her hand over my chest "and in here?" 

Feeling Griffin's thread still in the back of my mind, the pounding subsiding now that I am calmer and nod, "Liam will be pissed," I hear the girl, Reagan whisper to Roisin who smirks in response, then, aware of an audience, shift facial expressions, replacing it with a look of concern. What is her issue? 

Sighing, Siobhan throws Reagan a look of impatience, "And that is none of your business now is it, girl?" 

"No Ma," Reagan replies, dropping her head in submission. Looking at her closer I can now see the similarities between the two, same coloring, same eyes. 

"I still do not get it, then, if I am a mate, and that is decided or agreed upon, I guess from birth? Then why now, why am I only learning this now?" 

Grimacing, Siobhan takes a sip of her tea, "tradition is for an agreed mated pair to meet on the girl's 18th birthday, once they are formally introduced and made aware of their future commitment, the parents of the child takes her aside and explains our culture." 

"So why did that not happen, why was my father upset and what if the girl refuses?" 

"Unfortunately, In your case, James was not happy with your intended, he had thought you were to be paired with another." 

"Another?" 

"Yes another, you must understand, being part of a pack, we do not always like the decisions that need to be made that are in the best interested of all, and your father refused to listen to reason." 

Mulling over the words, and remembering my father's reaction I ask, "Who did he think I was supposed to be matched with and why was he under that impression." 

Suddenly, looking tired, Siobhan's shoulders drop, her eyes no longer meeting mine. "Liam, he thought you were to be claimed by Liam." 

"And why did he think that?" I push knowing that my father was not a man of chance and he would not have thought I was to be paired with Liam without some form of knowledge. 

"Because that was what was originally agreed upon at your birth." Stunned that my parents did have this whole life planned out for me since birth, I struggle to hold back the look of disgust. 

"What changed?" Erin pipes in, squeezing my hand, knowing that is exactly where my mind was going. 

"That too is for another day," Raising her eyes again, now full of sympathy, she stands, "Ava, you have been through a lot in the past 72 hours, I think it best that you take the time to absorb what you now know, and I, need to speak to the men to see what we can do now that the bond has been completed." 

Standing up too, I grab her hand, not willing to end this conversation just yet, "what do you mean the bond is completed?" 

Shaking her head, she raises her hand to my face, cupping my cheek then moving her long fingers to the scar on my neck, "You Ava, wear his mark, and now, he wears yours." 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, the bite! 

"Can it, can the bond be undone?" I whisper. 

"Aye, and that is what I will be speaking to the fella's about. Tomorrow Ava, we will have more details to chat about, but for now, you and your friend need rest." 

Tugging on my hand, Erin starts to lead me towards the staircase, the youngers girls still whispering amongst themselves. Pausing at the bottom step, I look back at the girl by the window, a loan tear now training down her cheek. Does she know we were talking about her? Does she know about her brother? Before I can think any further as to what has made her upset enough to cause her to cry and that that would be, Erin pulls my arm again, and we head to our room.

{MATURE +18} "I am not like your other partners Ava." 

 "Why me?" I groan, attempting to wriggle my way out from under his massive body. Pausing I look into his steely blue eyes and am captured by their intensity. 

 "You were made for beasts like me." 


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My trip to Black Mountain was supposed to be a time for relaxation and give me an opportunity to heal from the painful memories of the past and to finally move on. But now, this once-majestic place from my childhood is quickly becoming a nightmare. How can I ever be free when I am claimed?

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