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OK first post as vice president SORRY I have NOT been posting I have been buzy  with track camp and patriot's dream. The meaning of my post is to schedule a meeting, how does Sunday afternoon sound to everybody sorry I have not been a better vice president. 

I miss you

Okay, Fantasy I'm missing you even though it has been REALLY BUSY!!!! Anyways you're awesome, I miss you, Raistlen is being a HORRIBLE Vice President because he is NOT CHECKING THE BLOG!! Not making ANY MEETINGS, And not Posted anything on the Blog about trying to make a new meeting!!! And more things that I'm not going to list off!!!
-Dreamer

Countdown: This is It

The Great Italy Countdown is finished. By the time you read this, I will be either in a plane or actually in fair Italia. So, my dear friends and family and club members...
So long. Farewell. I'll miss you all. I'll think about you every day (for the fifteen days I'm actually there. So that's fifteen times.) No, really, more than that. I'll take video, and write about it, and take pictures. If I happen to come upon a computer with Internet, I WILL post something on the blog.
Like I said, Raistlin's in charge. If he does a bad job, you can get rid of him after one week. That's SEVEN days, all right? He has until next Tuesday morning to prove to you that he can be a good vice president.
Tiger, I was hoping to see your finished post on A Text to Save the World, but just finish it for me before I come back, okay? Dreamer, try to finish Chapter 3. Raistlin, do a good job as vice president in charge, all right? Horse Love, write about all your horses. And Tonks...do whatever Tonks does.
Here's one final song. Two, actually, but one you have heard. Here's the first one. It's called The Way Back, and it's a song sung by Ethan and Aaron and possibly James. I can't really tell.

And then, here's song #2: It's "Come Back Jimmy" again, because it's about Jimmy Barclay leaving, and I'm leaving. And because I LOVE the song.

This is it, everybody. Love you all. Hope you have fun while I'm gone. Sorry I didn't get a video to Tiger and Horse Love for the McClains, but there's a new page on here if you look under "Pages" just above the Archive of Awesomeness that has a picture of me and a short bio. By the way, Tiger, can you write my bio for me? I tried to, and it sounded weird. Besides, it's better if you write it, and not me.

Once again, in the insurmountable (look that one up) words of Ethan Daniels...
"Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! GOODBYE! GOODBYE!!! GOODBYE!!!"
 -President Fantasy, over and out (for two weeks)
 

A Not-Too-Lengthy Description of A Text to Save the World

Ahem. Here is a not-too-lengthy description of A Text to Save the World.

  It all began with a girl named Simile. As she was growing up, she never really had a home. She was going from foster home to foster home, because no one really wanted her. Thus, she grew up hating the world and everyone in it. (But mostly the foster parents.) She had a plan to save the world, and make everyone respect her. Her plan was to implant a cure to any sickness in the world into a child, because it could only live in a living person. This could only be done once, because she used a mineral in the ground that was purely unique. But the government tested the cure, and found out that it was also a very powerful virus that had no cure. If it was inserted directly into the bloodstream, then it was a virus. And if it was drunk, then it would cure any illness -- or virus. (Including itself. But nobody knows that. Not yet, anyway.)
  So, Simile was kicked out of the government. She vowed revenge, blah, blah, blah.
  Meanwhile, a very special boy was born. His name was Fred. (For lack of a better name.) We'll call him Notch, how about that? He grew up in a very hard place where he could only depend on himself -- otherwise known as Area 51. I'll defer to President Fantasy's backstory of Notch.
Okay. Back to Simile.
  I defer to President Fantasy's explanation of the experiment, EXCEPT for that I think...Yeah, I defer to it. Never mind.
  Okay. Flicker time!!!
  As the book begins, Flicker wins the hearts and minds of the natives, and they dance around him, going, "HO ho ho ho! HO ho ho ho!"
  Or not.
  In very fast summary, Flicker thinks Notch is the bad guy, and he thinks Simile is the good guy, until he learns the truth that Simile is the bad guy and helps Notch defeat Simile. (A note from the typer, aka President Fantasy: I'm going to elaborate on this, guys. A lot.)
  The end.
-Raistlin

My Long Summary [I am writing more now...]

 This is my REVISED long summary of  A Text to Save the World.  If you don't like it and it makes no sense what so ever, comment. If you do like it and it does make sense, comment. President Fantasy, if mine is too much like yours, comment.  So COMMENT,  please.

 Here it goes...                                                   My Summary


There was a girl named Simile. She was a bright, clever child. She had ideas that surprised everyone. Brilliant ideas. When she finished college, she wanted to go into the government; to put her genuis ideas to good use. For a while, she was a hard worker- spewing out ideas as fast as people could use them. One time, she went too far. She had discovered a very dangerous virus [the kind that get into your body Not the one that is on a computer. ]One that could cure seemly uncurable diseases. The government said it was full of too much danger. It could kill millions of people, if it was used a tiny bit differently than the plan said. If it was made wrong, it could send the viruses it was supposed to kill into your body. Some could spread to other people if you had it. So they shunned her. Disposed of her. Whatever phrase you like best to use to get rid of something.
     After that, she vowed her revenge. She would build this thing, and be praised for her work forever. But she decided that she couldn't build it herself. She needed someone that was as smart as her, and would be willing to work under the government's over large nose. Enter Notch.
    Notch was clever child as well. His father was an army man, and he worked with highly nuclear bombs [not the atom bomb!] and he couldn't have a child underfoot. He told his wife that he couldn't let his own child get to know  him. If his son touched something dangerous, boom. No more base. Everyone go bye-bye. And he would be blamed. Besides, he had never wanted a child. His wife was better, but she wasn't so keen on the idea ethier. Another reason he didn't want a child was that he was always at the base. He couldn't deal with his son all the time. So his wife took care of him, but she didn't really love him. She LIKED him, but he was too different from her to make her love him. He was... abnormally smart. Too eager to learn everything. So she raised him to never know about his father. He was allowed at the base, but he could never talk to anyone. He needed his wits to survive the toughness of the army camp. He wasn't allowed to touch anything, and he couldn't do one thing wrong, otherwise he would have to go back home. Finally, Notch grew sick of it. His mother had never loved him and his father never cared. So he ran away and met Simile.
    Finally, there was someone was like him! He willingly agreed to work for her. After all, the government was his enemy. They had gotten his father never to see him; keeping him at the base all the time and not letting him help out with the army things at the camp. So Simile trained him, and made him do countless jobs. He didn't care. Here was a women who liked his hard work! So, he started helping her. Only... they didn't count on one thing. Enter Evan Peterson.
   Evan was a really nice guy. He also worked for the army as well [ I am noticing a lot of government in this story], and he had a child and wife that he loved. One night, he got a phone call. It was from a a person called " Notch". He was asking for a very dangerous serum. Evan knew it was someone that could be league with someone who disliked the government. So he said he would deliver it in person. Notch didn't know that he was in the army, AND that he was an important man too. When Notch got the door, Evan came in and started asking question. Nosy questions. so Notch took one a wrench and knocked him out.  Evan was moved away to an empty warehouse far away. Notch didn't realize that Evan was waking up. He heard Notch talking to himself, and at that moment, Evan and Notch became enemies.
  After that, they battled and brawled, planned and schemed, but still, Notch and Simile were building the object. Evan was always trying to see what they were creating, but Simile made sure that they worked in secret. Finally, after many delays, the virus was built. Evan was devastated. He had failed. Though- he didn't give up. He got to their warehouse and tried to stop them. Little did he know that Simile was done with Notch. She had to "get rid" of him, else he could spill out what she had built. So she left them in the nuclear plant, and told Notch to touch nothing until he found the biggest bomb in the house and disable it. Then he could touch whaever he wanted. Notch didn't belive her for once. He had seen what these could do. So he didn't touch anything. But Evan thought Notch had the dangerous weapon, and so he attacked him. Notch was blown backwards into an explosive. Boom. As the building was coming down, Evan realized what he had done and threw Notch out of the building, saving his life but ending Evan's.



I will finish this later. Hope you like it!
-Tiger

Countdown: 2 Days

  I'm going to cut to the cheese here. ENOUGH stupid introductions. Guys, remember...you have until Monday night to write your lengthy A Text to Save the World. So far, I haven't gotten anybody writing...I'm going to be gone on Tuesday. I'm leaving at 8:15 in the morning. And, ah, number one, if you have read my lengthy description...PLEASE comment. It is utterly necessary for you to comment. If you don't, then I'll have to assume that nobody has read it or been on the blog. I'm sorry, guys. I really appreciate you all reading these posts...but it is necessary, because we need to figure this out. We have a total of one day. So...Okay.
  That aside, just in case I don't get to write a post tomorrow, or see any of you...Goodbye, fair friends! I leave to the fair land of Italy, on a fair airplane, and have a lot of fair fun.
Raistlin's in charge. Please give him a chance. Hold him accountable for mistakes, but don't be too hard on him. If he doesn't once go on the blog the entire week, or if he's horrible, then you can get rid of him after one week.
  Not from the club. Just from being in charge.
-President Fantasy
P.S. You've got a day...remember, you looked me in the eye and said you would...
I'm watching you...

Countdown: 3 Days

Hello, hello, hello, everyone! (To quote from Ethan Daniels.) I'm here once again with the Great Italy Countdown! I will be gone for two weeks on Tuesday, and then, Raistlin will be in charge for those two weeks. I expect you all to behave yourselves...don't get into trouble...
All right, so. We all know that on Saturday I gave you a commission: Give a lengthy description of A Text to Save the World, including ideas for character and plot. Well, I never ask my club members to do something that I wouldn't do myself, so here is my lengthy description of A Text to Save the World. Remember, these are ideas in my mind. This largely relies on your comments, guys. If you disagree with something, COMMENT, or disagree on your own lengthy description. We're on a time crunch here. We should have a general idea by Monday night, because I'm going to be gone Tuesday morning. It's only tomorrow and the day after that, and then I'll be gone, so we need to finish this up quickly.
Okay...Here's my description.

A Lengthy Description of A Text to Save the World

  So, it all started back when a young girl was born and was named Simile...with a last name. (Starling, maybe???) Anyway, she was a bright girl with a lot of talent and a mind for politics. In fact, she was brilliant. She had an idea that could either make the world better, or destroy it. It would start with taking a child and placing into that child the ability to (honestly, I don't know what it could be. Help me out here, guys. I'm stumped. What could she do that would either save the world or destroy it?) However, when she got older, she presented her idea to the government. They thought she was insane. Later, when she tried to get into politics, and run for some offices, they still thought she was crazy. Thus began a lifelong struggle against the government. The straw that broke the camel's back came when she actually tried to perform this experiment. She meant well enough, but she put a child at risk, and the government printed an article against her, and tried to put her in an insane asylum. Simile escaped, and vowed revenge. She would carry out her plan, but it wouldn't be to help the world -- it would be to destroy it. Simile is the exact opposite of Notch. Instead of owing the world, the world owed her. 

  Meanwhile, as Simile was presenting her idea to the government for the first time, another child was born. He was born to an officer in a military base, where they were developing top secret formulas and weapons. They weren't supposed to have children, but this officer did, anyway, and because he was so important, they agreed to keep the kid around, but he couldn't know or see his dad, so that they couldn't get too attached. But when the father died, the base was at a loss as to what to DO with his son. They couldn't throw him out, or he might tell someone about the stuff inside the base. So he was kept. 

  Notch (for that's who the child was) showed a strange adeptness at the complicated systems of the base. He had a surprisingly logical mind and a quick brain, but an eerie sense of revenge and justice. He drank in everything that he could possibly learn about the base. 

  Then, one day, he disappeared. 

  Nobody quite knows why Notch ran away. If you asked him, he would probably say that he didn't need to be there anymore. He had learned all he could learn. Still, the real reason would likely be that Notch never felt at home there. He never felt at home anywhere, I suppose. 

   So he wandered. First he attended a college for one year when he was sixteen years old. He was too young for the students and too smart for the teachers, so he quit. He found himself in Washington, D.C., keeping up with the government and waiting around for a chance to do something worthwhile. 

  It was there that Simile saw the username "Notch" on an online political forum. She recognized his potential, and she hired him immediately as her assistant in gathering everything to perform her experiment on a child once again. 

  Notch trusted Simile completely on the outside. He harbored some wariness on the inside, but he saw nothing to lose. He had never been wanted. He had nothing to fear from prison, because he could easily figure a way out of jail. And in a way, he wanted revenge for the way the world had always treated him -- like a nerd. (A bit like a certain child to be born later, named Flicker Peterson...but that's getting ahead of myself.)

  So, Notch joined Simile. He helped prepare for her experiment. The government realized what “Notch” was doing, and they sent FBI agents after him. Only Notch’s name was connected with the plots of Simile, instead of her name. Notch recognized this, but neglected to say anything to Simile, out of simple respect. When Evan Peterson was sent after Notch, an epic battle ensued. Notch’s brains against Evan’s heroics. Soon after, Simile chose a subject for the experiment -- an orphan named Hope Riley. In the end, when the experiment was ready, Simile took the baby Hope and went out to Indiana, where the whole thing was set up. Evan Peterson showed up, and there was a struggle at the lab out in Indiana. After the experiment was finished successfully, Simile revealed that Notch knew too much, and had served his purpose. She trapped both Notch and Evan inside the building and set some explosives to destroy the evidence.  Evan saved Notch’s life, but in the process was killed himself. After this, Notch had a change of heart, because of Evan's sacrifice. He realized that now he owed his life to Evan Peterson. He directed this into a lifetime's work to save the world that Evan had worked so hard to try and save. He also felt a certain obligation to Evan's yet-to-be-born son, Flicker Peterson, but he considered the best way to help the child was to keep him out of the whole affair. Still, he moved to Chicago to keep an eye on him. 

  Soon after, he stole Hope from Simile. Hope grew up with "Mr. Notch" as a surrogate father, not knowing her own importance, or that she was the only one who could bring hope to the world. 

  Then, when Flicker is thirteen or so, the story begins. Basically, in a VERY short summary, (please do put a longer summary on yours. I just spent a lot of time with the back stories, so I want to make this one quick), Flicker is whisked from his normal life by Notch and Hope Riley. All Notch has to say is the mysterious phrase "Don't do it" and a couple of vague pieces of advice. Then Simile enters the scene, along with Xaq and all her other minions. She leads Flicker (and the reader) to believe that Notch is evil and trying to destroy the world. But in trying to defeat Notch, she is actually trying to get back Hope to destroy the world. But after a series of adventures in which Notch seems the standard villain, Flicker realizes the truth. He discovers that the phrase "Don't do it" is actually referring to the critical moment in which Simile asks him to join her again to defeat Notch. Flicker DOESN'T, in fact, do it, and he helps defeat Simile...but she may yet return. 

  An short overview on Shorty the Gangster: He is basically a comic relief. He's a run-of-the-mill gangster, but without a gang, because he got kicked out of all his previous gangs 'cause he was too annoying and rebellious. So he does under-handed work for money, and constantly does stuff for Notch and Simile, but is always double-crossing both of them. They both know it, but don't really care, as long as he doesn't find out anything important. In the end, he should help Flicker just a bit, proving that he has at least a bit of a heart. 

  

  There's my lengthy deal. Again, your summary of the book can and should be longer, unless you spend a great deal of time on the back stories, as I did. 

  I also have another idea, although it would be very difficult, as we would have to go back and change a lot of things. I kind of don't think Flicker should narrate the story. It narrows down our vision, because we see things pretty much only from his point of view. I think that we should have a mysterious narrator, like in The Name of this Book is Secret. He can tell the story in a unique way, and skip around a lot. 

  That's about it. Also, here is a song from The Ceiling Fan, but it makes no sense without a little context. Basically, this song is an apology from Phil to Ethan (this is way back) about this April Fool's joke that he played in which he quit the show. Ethan got mad, so Phil made an apology song, put it on a tape, and gave it to Intern James to give to Ethan. 

Enjoy! 

  There you go. May your stars shine bright and don't trust Phil if you meet him on a dark road. 

  At least until Episode 42 Part 2 of The Ceiling Fan comes out.

  And may that be soon.

-President Fantasy

Countdown: 5 Days

I've got to get all my posting in before my two weeks away from all you amazing people. And the blog.
Just so you guys know, Raistlin is making a bit of a campaign to be vice president. Basically, that means that he would be in charge if I'm ever gone. So his test will be when I'm in Italy. Yes, dear friends. Raistlin will be in charge of Lords of the Pencil for a week. If he does all right, he'll be made vice president.
And I'm working on judging the entries. I should be done by Saturday. (I hope. Gulp...)
-President Fantasy
P.S. I'll have more exciting stuff for you tomorrow.

Lepidus ,the white rose her story

 "Lepidus calm down you get your turn ".Said one of the stable boys .Lepidus pawed at the bedding in her stall as she watched all the other horses doing upper class dressage . It's no fair they get to do dressage all day while I'm stuck in this stall! Lepidus thought to her self .As the stable boy opened the door to clean her stall she saw her chance to make a break for it she beelined for the door to her luck the boy was to slow and she slipped out of her stall and cantered through the asial way and running towards the nearest paster and jumped the long white fence. The stall boy came running to the owner of Lepidus yelling "Lepidus escaped"! "Lepidus escaped"! Lepidus's owner cursed in french and ran towards the fence calling to the boy to get Lepidus's halter . After a long talk about stall cleaning the boy was dismissed and Lepidus owner Miss Lavera grabbed Lepidus's saddle and bridle and rode her for a hour, after the stall boy was dismissed he ran to the arena to secretly to watch the Lipizzaners at work but most of all he wanted to see Lepidus . Lepidus was a champion dressage horse and could do amazing stunts like rearing on command and doing bows with a rider on her back [not the silly little movement of the head but a full nose to the ground on one knee bow].Lepidus came from France ,Paris France to be exact . She born a pure blood lipizzaner and both her mother and her father where pure blood lippizaners. The boy watched her dance in the utmost grace and was amazed at her fanice .

                       -All I got so far Horse Love

Contest Winners

 Oi, President Fantasy has said that we are to come together on Saturday at 2 and learn the winners of the Contest. But I am dying so... maybe is there an opening to have the meeting earlier? And if President Fantasy does not wish to disclose the information so soon, can we at least have  a Lords of the Pencil meeting sooner?
-Tiger

Something Special

Hey guys, I just thought you might want to read this special preview from Flash of Lightning. The position for this part is where Adria is telling to Micenah the Gladian Prophecy.

The Gladian Prophecy

A child of Freg will give his life.

Bringing upon himself the knife;

Although out of love for someone

Cares not for days under the sun.

A Praedon will arise as well;

Though when and where, no one may tell.

One is two, though through and through,

One is not two, if I am true.

The One forever slips the gaze,

The Praedon wanders through a maze

His One Way kills the wizard, yet

There is a final, awful debt.

And when the Praedon has been killed,

And the One’s role has been fulfilled,

Astia’s light has been brought back,

Although by sweet life’s lasting lack.

Praedon, Paradox, Finisher, One.

Know of these names one may be sweet,

Over and over, sound retreat;

Forget not the light of the sun.

            Micenah stared at her. “That’s…that’s the prophecy? The prophecy everyone has been talking about?”

            Adria nodded. “Yes. It is.”

            Micenah shook his head. “I don’t understand! What is it about? That decrees the death of Gladius?”

            Adria wrote the prophecy out on a slip of parchment. “’His One Way kills the wizard’. What does that look like to you?”

            Micenah opened his mouth, then closed it. “Adria…But…Okay. So, this Praedon, this One…this One is supposed to kill Gladius?”

            “That’s what it says. The One’s One Way will destroy Gladius.”

            “But it also says that the Praedon will…die. Be killed.”

            “Yes, it does.”

            Micenah stared at her. “And you’ve come all this way, done all this work, to find me, because you thought I was the Praedon. And all this time, you knew that I was going to die?”

            Adria took a deep breath, and tucked her dark hair behind her ear. “At first, yes. That was before I…Before…” She hesitated, then continued. “Listen, Micenah. I know I’m calm about this, but that’s because…I don’t think it’s you anymore.”

            “What? Why?” This was almost worse than her thinking that he was going to die and being perfectly okay with that.

            “Because of the journal. Remember? That journal of the sorcerer? Well, he told about the qualities of the Praedon. The exact words were ‘strength of mind’. That was the most important detail, that people studied for ages. I assumed that it was talking about fighting through minds, so it would be you. You are fairly skilled in it. But…that could be talking about me, or Vinir, or Astra. It’s not specific. But it also said that the One would be…strange, an outcast, and yet not an outcast. All of the criteria…it seems to fit…Rea.”
            Micenah simply let his mouth hang open. When he couldn't speak, he decided to let it go for a minute. "And this child of Freg? Isn't Ramcol a child of Freg?" 
           "No, actually. Well, Ramcol is, but we don't believe that it's him. You see, Freg had many...wives. He could have had any amount of children. Besides, Freg is a common enough name. Everyone assumed it was him before, but prophecies are tricky like that. It makes too much sense for it to be Ramcol. Besides, 'out of love for someone?' It could be a reference to the One, in some One, but that seems too obvious. Even if it were talking about the One, that would mean that Ramcol was in love with Rea."
          Micenah thought about everything that Ramcol had done since returning to Loc'Lif...and the way he had treated Rea. 
          "Well..." he said slowly, thinking back. Then he remembered everything that Ramcol had done back in the First War, and ice encased his heart. 
          "You're right," he said venomously. "It can't be Ramcol." 


I hope you enjoyed that! It's not a final draft, just something from Flash of Lightning. 
-President Fantasy

Countdown: 6 Days

Hey, everybody, it is the Thursday post on the Lords of the Pencil writing club, and there are six days until I leave for Italy!!! Henry the Fifth is also coming up quickly, so if you're in it, be ready, if you're not, make sure you can come!
I would like to announce a new member. Her name is Tonks. She is in Henry the Fifth, she enjoys acting and writing. She's already posted (a couple times) but I thought I'd officially introduce her. I'd give you a picture but sadly, I don't have one. Oh well. Here's a picture anyway. Not of Tonks, but...oh well.

Click on it to see it bigger. It's one of the finalists for the AIO Green Ring Art Contest, and it's an artist's interpretation of an Odyssey dollar. Yes, that is Mr. Skint on the front. Yes, it says One Buck...Oliver.
And another announcement to Tonks: We are having a special meeting on Saturday (hopefully). Sadly, I don't think we can get you over on such short notice. So basically, we will tell you the results of the meeting. We do most of our stuff online, but we'll get you here for a meeting sometime SOON.
Thank you everyone for the criticism. I have another bit of writing to be criticized. This is actually a very important bit of writing. It comes directly after Rea and Astra defeat the Scyllion in Way Back When. It's after Rea has met Adria earlier in the book. For those of you who have read the book, I need to know if there are any loopholes that don't make sense (or references to things that didn't actually happen. Some references will probably have to do with scenes with Adria, but I just need to make sure.) It adds a new twist to the story.
This isn't all of it, but here you are.
 

Rea grinned. “It’s okay. It did lead me to great things after all.”

            If Astra wondered, she didn’t show it. Instead, in that classic Astra-fashion that Rea had learned to love, saying nothing, she held out the Lethal Blade. She nodded before Rea could even ask a question. Rea knew it was hers. And somehow, without saying a word, Astra spoke what could not be said in any words.

            Rea sighed, half laughing, half crying. She wanted desperately to hug Astra, but decided not to. It was too much to thrust on her. So Rea simply stood there for a moment, not entirely certain what to do or say. 

            Then someone behind her laughed.

            “Well done, well done, I must say…brilliant, brilliant.”

            Rea and Astra spun around to face…

            Adria Malice.

            The Dark Flower.

            The Plan that Went Wrong.

            Something was different about her. At first Rea couldn’t place it; whether it was a new sharp edge in her voice, or the clear determination in her icy blue eyes. But then Rea spotted it.

            The scar on her face had been reopened. It was still bleeding slightly, giving her a wild, crazed, slightly demented look.

            Adria glanced around. “Where’s Ramcol?” Then understanding crossed her face. “Oh, of course…you found out. Well, now poor Ramcol’s been kicked out…” A trace of a smile came to her lips. “I daresay he deserved it.”

            “What do you want, Adria?” Astra said tightly. Her hand was on her sword. Rea knew that it was not proper to attack before knowing whether the other was here in peace or war. “Which is it?” Astra asked.

            “Oh, peace, peace,” Adria said idly, playing with the hilt of her knife. “I was simply coming to congratulate you on your brilliant defeat of the Scyllion. The basket, the leading to great things coming full circle, and the fact that it wasn’t the great Astra Marz working alone, but a new friend of hers as well…clever, clever. Just like a story.”

            Rea’s blood ran cold. “How did you know about the basket?”

            Adria didn’t answer. She leaned against a tree, ripping a leaf into shreds now. “Gladius thinks that it’s one of you. At least, one of you three. The Praedon, that is. I would be more inclined toward a dwelf. I think there’s a good chance of there being another one down there…the first one since Cyque. The first magic-using dwelf in a good long while.”

            They’re real? Rea thought. She glanced toward Astra, waiting for some lead, but Astra was doing nothing. They could not well fight Adria, as she was not fighting them.

            “But I digress. The real reason I’m here is to thank you.” She swept them a sarcastic bow. “You’ve done your duty very well.”

            “What duty?” Rea burst out.

            “Why, your Scyllion-killing duty. You did quite well. Now he thinks he knows who the Praedon is…” Adria gestured toward Rea. “Your little friend here, Astra.”

            “So he meant for us to kill the Scyllion all along, just to discover who the Praedon is?” Astra asked calmly. “Clever.”

            Rea was breathing quickly and heavily. She couldn’t understand how Astra could be so casual. All of this work, just to discover that Gladius had planned it all?

There you are. Please criticize. And thanks for reading. 
You too, Tonks!!! I'd like to know what you think about it. 
-President Fantasy
P.S. Here's another song from The Ceiling Fan. SONG, not episode. It's the Rap Battle between Ethan Daniels and Ice Kreem. If you listen to what they're saying, it's actually really funny. 

I'll say no more. Ethan has said it all. 
Sort of.