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The Fall of AwesomeAfter the Battle of the Amakura and Awesome Kingdoms, Travis had been killed off by his previous lover, Eclipse. Only through shear will did he return himself to life, only for the ones he loved.
He returned, however, he was not the same.
Over the followed months he had grown sad, quiet, and sulky. This continued into his personal life, hiding away in his castle, away from his family and away from his friends. even the servants hardly saw him.
Travis's work life was also effected, first giving giving command over the Agency to his right hand man, Arthur Eximius, then giving full command of NGM to his pier, Gareth Amazing. It did not end there, Travis soon withdrew from his seat upon the Embassy of Excellence, then entirely from NGM itself.
Attempts to talk to Travis resulted in failure, for he would tell them to leave him alone or he would run away.
Gareth grew concerned for his friend, so he decided to stay on planet Satyrus, to both help Travis, and keep an eye on him.
Travis spent m
The Creation Of AwesomeDeep in the mountains of the Swiss Alps lies a log cabin. Perched on edge of a slope, the house stands high on a northern face.
Here lives a man, Max, who is old in age, but spry for his years. Along with him is a young girl, Aelita, who is only staying temporarily under care of Max.
For about a year now, the two have lived together in peace here in their cabin. Although outside contact was rare, the two had everything they needed. They lived together in harmony and couldn't complain.
Aelita spent much of her time reading spell books and playing with her crystal ball. She had learned that she had profound psychic abilities, able to see into the void of space, back in time, and even into the future. She used this power to silently watch events unfold at her amusement. She never interferes, but simple watches. This power is all that she really felt she had, though she knew she was immortal, for she had been around for a long time without aging. These two things she was more than content
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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