Notebook Chronicles

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The boy who wouldn’t speak

Alberic wasn’t in the habit of speaking when body language would suffice. He found that most of the time he just wouldn’t be in the mood to speak. The words would get clogged in his throat. The wrong words would come out. In that state he would carefully think about his words but be distracted by a stray thought and speak it. It made his apprenticeship a bit more complicated than it could’ve been. The Chandler was always quite cross with him whenever Alberic got into those moods.

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Werewolf

As a werewolf, Kaleb the hothead, became more reckless and angry.

He mostly stayed with the mage when the full moon neared. He used to go in a part of the forest where the mage had warded and his packmates had always accompanied him. It had made him less hostile and more playful.

They had been found out.

Now he had to go to this boarding school far away in scotland. There they locked him away in a howling shack where he destroyed everything.

Rage flooded him, making him scream and howl in pain. It made him want to bit, sink his fangs and maul his victims. All he saw was red, all he wanted was to spill blood. In his enraged state he always hurt himself.

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Little Charlie

Charlie always looked at the ceiling because he felt caged in rooms. He looked for the sky, it was his only comfort.

At a young age, Charlie felt different from the other children of his age. The boy felt like an old soul. As much as he tried to explain it to his friend an mentor, Kaleb, the man just didn't understand or feel the same pain that Charlie had endured all his life. It was quite disheartening to the little boy, but Kaleb was always there for Charlie in the worst of his episodes.

The child always thought it was better to keep his thoughs to himself because the other kids, he noticed, didn't think like him. The children tittered and were mischievious amongst themselves.

He likes better being with Kaleb. He liked hearing his friend's voice when he would debate and talk with other grown ups because the other children simply didn't think enough.

They were selfish beings.

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Vulnerable

He had always trouble communicating with the other children. As a child he would cry for the slightest hurt, be it physical or a harsh word. His cries were often mocked by the other children and as a sensitive boy he was hurt by their words. As a result, he cried more.

He dreaded school.

When Charlie's father asked him what was wrong, the boy told his father about the jibes and the mocking. The father laughed at the child, it was a gentle relieved laugh because Charlie had looked a bit more sad than a few childish mocking words warranted, but Charlie only heard the echo of the children's cruel laughter. He was so hurt that he vowed not to cry anymore.

Charlie noticed with time and observation that the other children and the adults alike didn't seem to be aware of the world outside of their immediate action. The children were often cruel and didn't seem to be aware of it.

The ever present pain that he suffered from was not felt by the others. At first he worried. In private, he looked all over his body but no physical injuries marked him. The pain was concentrated in his chest.

Afraid, he went to see his father. He remembered what had happened the last time he went to see his father. The condescendance in which his father reacted. Chagrined, he steeled himself and walked away.

At school he was more withdrawn because he reasoned that interacting with those callous children hurt alot and wasn't worth the effort. He lost so much faith that he hid his heart and soul from the pain of the living.

He hid it so well that he lost himself.

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Baby Bother

The wind ruffled his already messy hair. The man had sharp features and a scary look to him. The right side of his face was mangled with scars and his eye had no colour making it look like it was a light blue-grey shade. His hair was dark and had a bluish tint to it. The man was very tall.

In his arms a baby nestled. The baby had a fine coating of fine blond hair. He was crying in the man's arms.

The man looked adoringly at the baby. This baby was his whole world now.

The child, Charlie, was his half-brother. They were complete opposite in looks. Him dark and the infant, light.

He was humming a song. He hoped to calm the pained cries of his baby brother.

They were both orphans now, he had to take care of both of them.

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Deity Girl

She is a protector, a ghost, a memory. A living being ignored or a tangible spectre.

It isn't clear.

She knows that she is a living being, aware of her surroundings. What threw her off was the disregard people had for her. So, she reasoned that surely she must be a ghost.

Inside of her she felt light. It was as if her insides were filled with helium. It was quite frightening. Her whole balance was off. It was another oddity to prove her inhumanity. She felt that only her toes anchored her to the ground preventing her to drift away like a stray balloon.

Every shift of wind made her sway to it's will. She floated with the breeze.

The town where she was had an european look to it. It looked like in the medieval times with the cobblestones streets and the narrow alleys. Trees and greenery covered the roofs. Like an errand breeze, she drifted from roof to roof on the hunt for treasures hidden in between the leaves of the shrubbery.

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Dae-Hyung Kim

He hated them all. Logically, he knew that they could not understand unless he spoke, communicated something to them, but he still expected them to know what he wanted by his withering look.

In those moods he hated talking. When he opened his mouth, the only thing he wanted to do is howl out his pain. He felt that the only way to relieve his pain was to hit, bite, scratch, punch, harm something, see his destruction.

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Rupture

He didn't know why, but as soon as he entered the threshold of the house, he was in a foul mood.

Every annoying quirks that people had grew times worse until he could barely support it.

Maybe it had something to do with the aching hunger. He felt as if something inside of him was chocking. His chest hurt so much.

He tried doing something he likes, but ending up fuming. His peers tried talking to him, but it seemed as if all the steps towards socialisation came crashing down like a house of cards and he became snappy and aggressive.

His hatred grew until it swallowed his loved ones.

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Magic

The illusionist was notorious for his shapeshifting abilities. He could completly transform the skin he wore.

Alas, it was but a parlor trick. His accent remained, the musical french of his ancestors. His strength had not changed either and neither did his health.

A blind man would not notice the change since the trick was just an illusion.

That was the beginning.

Now, the trickster has found more senses to ensnare such as the senses of smell, touch and hearing.

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Cold

Adder hated winter. As someone who had the chills at every breeze (be it warm or cold). She had a very hard time being warm in winter. She was cold with an undershirt, a shirt, a sweater and a coat. So, she put two pair of pants, two pair of socks and some warm boots, a warm hat that covered her ears, a very wooly and soft scarf and lastly some mittens. It was hard to move, but she was warmer.