Mʏ Pᴜʀᴇ Mᴏʀᴛᴀʟ

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Humans

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Jane Maria Lockean - Jane stands around five foot four and is seventeen in the story she is writing. She weighs somewhere around 120lbs and 115lbs, she won't say exactly. She has red hair that reached the middle of her back and jade green eyes. Jane tends to be a bit wild in her thinking and also a bit of a good girl in the way she acts. She is the girl who manages to fall into one trouble to the next. She finds herself the center of attention when a series of messy events come after her and begin to destroy her life and pull her into an unknown fantasy world where vampires and werewolves are only the beginning of a long list of people who want her dead.

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Romaeus "Romeo" Montague - Romaeus is about five feet and nine inches tall and weighs about 135lbs. He is the reincarnation of Romeo, who turns out to be a real person and not just some character in Shakespeare's play. He died when seeing his love had 'died' over his fake death. His hair is dark black and he has green eyes, his skin is also a lightly tanned peach. He is completely oblivious to Julies true identity, or his own, and feels oddly drawn to her. He has no idea that she is a vampire and is simply a mortal.

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Derek Garth Miller - Derek is a long time crush of Janes, he has dark hair and blue eyes. He is the boy who doesn't even see her as anywhere in his league, he is far above her in his mind. He has no real interest but is the kind of guy who wants everything he can't have, and once he has it he is bored. He is about five foot nine and has a fairly robust build. His family is a group of mythical creature hunters and he is easily falling in their footsteps and hunting down any creature he finds.

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Jason Livia Miller - Jason, like Samuel, has been a friend of Janes since she was little and cares about her quite a bit. He, to, was friendzoned as Jane pursued his brother, but he still has hopes that he will have her as his own. He has dark hair, like his brother, though he has green eyes instead. He is five foot nine like his brother but is a year or two younger, though he won't give his exact age. Unlike his brother, he isn't as enthusiastic about hunting down creatures unless they have harmed someone. He prefers to just hunt the wrong doers.

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Samuel "Sam" Maguire - Samuel has blonde hair and one hell of a farmers body. He looks like someone off of a movie about a farm hand and a city girl. He stands about five feet and ten inches and has sandy blonde hair. He used to be a bit shorter and very lanky but puberty did amazing things to him over one summer and he turned into a high school Adonis. Even with his new found popularity among the ladies, he seems to only have eyes for Jane. Though, like many sad cases, he has been friendzoned before he ever got the chance and seems helpless when it comes to trying to win her affections.

Angels

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Damion Chase Ackles - Damion is, technically, only twenty years old in appearance. His true age is unknown since he died when he was five and grew up in heaven and trained as a guardian. He then was returned to his five year old stage to grow with her and not to be suspected by any mortal who spotted him. His hair is dark and black, covering his eyes just a bit. Like all angels, his eyes change colors randomly. Not to mood, not to heat or anything like that. They just randomly change. He is about six feet tall with an eight food wingspan for each wing. His wings are dark black because of the fact he doesn't live in heaven. He still has loyalty to heaven but his wings would only turn white if he permanently returned to heaven. Just because his wings are black does not mean he was kicked out. He is temporarily removed from heaven until his purpose is fulfilled. He doesn't quite know what it is.

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Charion Leah Dravier - Charion is one of the first Angels to be seen on Earth. His name was often not understood by mortals and they gave him different names they understood. He was the first Angel to speak to a mortal, and the last. Charion fell in love with a young woman named Elizabeth, though she was due to be married in a matter of days. Charion, breaking one of the Ten Commandments, committed adultery and coveted his neighbors wife. Now, this normally would have resulted in punishment but nothing else, but that was in normal cases. This little sin spawned a child. A half breed between human and Angel. The woman was killed just after giving birth, though it is thought the child was killed as well, no one knows for sure. Though, this was over one hundred years ago and no one believes the child is still alive. Ever since, Angels may not speak with humans and any physical contact is forbidden. He is the reason a kiss between human and Angel is fatal. After his loves death, he was forced to become the Angel of Death, though one of his main duties is to keep Angels and Humans from falling in love. He has dark black hair with pale skin. His wings match those of every Fallen, though, instead of having a sword of light, he has one of darkness. He stands a staggering six foot two and his weight is unknown. Like every Angel his eyes change colors constantly.

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Mystic Roser Tien - Mystic is the daughter of a high ranking angel, though they didn't start out that way. She was a small child when her family was in a carriage accident and killed, though, because her family served the church and even offered her to God when the country was poor, and she stepped forward willingly, they were turned into Angels. Her mother was killed in a trip to Earth that the family took, wanting to see how Earth had changed since their last visit. Mystic was only ten at the time and watched her mother have her wings brutally sawed off and them beheaded. Ever since, Mystic had hated mortals with a burning passion. She has despised them so much that any time she touches them, her hate flows into them and hurts them severely. She is very cruel to humans though has yet to fall as she has not killed them or added any evil. In fact, she has taken an interest into Janes affairs, finding she can hurt the girl in order to stop her and not get in trouble for it. Being untouchable by the other Angels in a plus as well.

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Coraline Mori Ackles - Coraline was born just after her brother, but she survived till she was about ten years old. She then became deathly ill with cancer and didn't survive till her eleventh year. She was put up in heaven to join her brother but he was already down watching the mortal girl. She wishes to reunite with her lost brother and wishes to help him with the girl so he may return faster, which means following Mystic around and undoing any damage she does. She has brown hair and the same changing eyes of every angel. Her skin is almost ghostly pale, though. Her wings are large and white, showing she has not fallen.

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Blakelynn Renee Andrews - Blake is a teenage girl, who is about 5'10". She has long, bleached white hair, that is usually in a braid down her back, along with short bangs. She has pale gray eyes, misty and blind, that are sometimes mistaken to be blue. She weighs about 150 lbs. and has a petite build. Not to mention the mostly white wings, with traces of gray and black along the tips. Not much is known about her, but she does have many names. It was said she wasn't the only angel in her family, and that she has been wandering a bit too far for a guiltless angel. Then again, how many are really all that innocent?
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Werewolves

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Mira "Mirage" Pocket - Alphess of the Sanguine Lupus, Mira was born to an unknown female werewolf who was an Omega, forced to head to a males camp to mate and produce more for the pack. She had a son first, but Mira's brother is supposedly dead. Mira's mother took her home and was forced to go back three years later, which resulted in a younger sister. Mira was soon given the nickname Mirage for how elusive she was and how much of a trickster she could be. After an attack on her younger sister by the Alphess, Mira attacked the Alphess and won. Mira became the Alphess but her mother died from a hunter attack. She has long black hair and blue eyes that resemble what the sea would look like if it had frozen over. Her wolf form is also black with blue eyes, and she is far larger in size then the rest of her pack members.

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Missy "Mist" Pocket - Missy is the Beta of the Sanguine Lupus. She is the younger sister of Mira and was one of the driving forces to cause Mira to fight the Alpha and become Alpha. She has grey ash hair and a softer and lighter blue for her eyes, she is also smaller and a bit paler. Missy has always been fairly feeble compared to her sister and she uses her older sister as a role model. She was never really respected by the pack, even when she became the Beta female, so she'd put her life on the line to prove to them that she is just as tough and not some feeble pup. Her wolf form is a grey wolf that is a bit tall and lanky. Her eyes are grey instead of blue though in her wolf form. She was given the nickname Mist because of how she blends in with the mist.

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Timberly "Timber" Fawnling - Timber is the Omega of the Sanguine Lupus pack, an all female werewolf pack that resides on the edge of the town in the forest. She was born into the rank of Omega and her last name is proof. The Fawnling family of the pack has always been the Omegas, and their last names are to show how weak and small they are, like a fawn. She was given the nickname Timber as her mother hoped she would become as strong and brave as a timber wolf. Timber is a very mousy looking girl; small, thin, bland features. She isn't the beauty of the pack, though she is quite pretty, even more so in her wolf form. She only stands about five feet tall and weighs about one hundred pounds, she is extremely light for a werewolf female and has some scars covering her skin. She is an Omega but is willing to help anyone she thinks is unjustifiably being attacked. She is very kind at heart and, despite being a predator, wants nothing more then a normal life living with a human male she met. She is very timid and rather scared of the Alphess, worried the Alphess will attack her. Not much scares her other then her pack and Alphess.

Other

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Juliet Morgan Capulet - Julie is actually Juliet from the play Romeo and Juliet. It seems the play was not just that. The story doesn't go as true as told, she tried to kill herself after finding Romeo 'dead' but a vampire found them and turned her, giving her the appearance of death as she turned, giving Romeo enough time to wake from his 'death' and see her like that. After assuming she was dead, he killed himself for real, leaving her alone as she survived for many years after that. She has dark brown hair and sky blue eyes, her eyes used to be brown but they were changed when she changed. She stands about five feet tall with an added two inches. Her weight is unknown as she doesn't bother weighing herself anymore. She is very close friend of Janes.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

The Beginning

The chains along his wrists kept his heads tied to his back, the chain around his neck kept his head low. He was chained at a worship site for these early humans. It wasn't called Christianity back then... It was just religion. Either way you look at it, it was all one God playing different parts to fit the needs of his children. It was why Charion could come to any temple or church and be welcomed. He'd take the form of any creature needed to let the humans know who he was. Now, though, he was chained with his wings above his back as he stared at the ground, another angel keeping his head forced down.

The images of the murder of his young love kept playing before him. Thankfully, she had given birth to their child just before they had been attacked. Charion had not seen the child, he had no idea if it was male or female or its appearance. He had flown to her house when he heard what was going on and then realized he had appeared to late. He had no idea if the child was alive or if they had taken it. He had spent three days mourning this loss of his love before searching for the child, only to find and empty cradle and a torn cloth in which a child would be wrapped in after birth.

He glared up at the Angel holding his head down, his sadness having turned to anger. How dare they! What right did they have to do this to him? He out ranked them in every way! Though, it seemed all of Heaven had turned against him for his small time of happiness. He didn't know what was wrong with wanting something for himself for once. He wanted nothing more then to live with her... but no, she had been taken away from him. He would have given up his wings, torn out his grace and become mortal all to be with her, but no, she was killed before he had the chance to make his plea to be let go.

A large Angel landed in front of him and sneered down at him in derision. He opened a parchment and began to read, "Charion, Messenger of Heaven, you are charged with coveting thy neighbors wife, going against orders, and and breaking rule three hundred and seventy-five of the Angels Law. How do you plead?"

Charion couldn't help it, cracking a slightly insane grin. "How do I plead? What are you trying to pull with all of this nice [censored]? You'll damn me either way. There are only two things you can do to me! Damn me and kill me! Either one would be a blessing. You call yourself the protectors of man, they think you are almighty and pure. You are just big thugs with wings. Thou are no better then the demons you fight to keep from your precious mortals! You kill and innocent woman and child and yet, if a human had done that, they would be damned!" He snarled, anger evident in his voice.

The Angel narrowed his eyes and said, "There are other things we can do to you, Charion. So many things. In fact, for your crimes, you are sentenced to become the Angel of Death, the collector of souls for these mortals. You will also be in charge of killing any Angel and mortal that fall in love. From here on now, let it be known, an Angels kiss is the kiss of death to any mortal. No Angel may speak to a mortal without expressed permission from a higher power."

Charions eyes widened. His wings twisted and shuddered, body twisting and jerking. His whole body felt as though he were melting from the inside out as his feathered wings fell off, only to be replaced with a bloody pair of black wings. The first fallen. The first Angel of Death. The last bit of love an Angel ever felt towards a human, gone.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Day 1,
Hello, my name is Damion. It means evil. I'm a fallen angel, well, I was a fallen angel anyway. It has been a year since I have seen my mortal love. I died a few years before she was born, got turned into an angel, and I grew up watching her grow. I was sent to make sure nothing happened to her and make sure she grew up like she should. I was there when she was born, learned to walk, went to school. I was her dream catcher and made sure the nightmares she had never harmed her physically, I kept the mental and physical demons from her and cared for her.

Since you are wondering what my physical description is, as Jane has already described some of me, I guess I should tell you. I have black hair, its thick and covers my eyes just a bit. My eyes change colors. I have rather tan skin, I think, and I can be pretty well built in some spaces. My wings are huge... They are dark black and they glow, even in the dark.

I have been called back to heaven when she was out of danger and now I can only watch her from afar. I've watched her tell her part of the story now I will tell mine. I'll start where she did so you mortals do not get confused.

It seemed like I would be doing a normal day of watching over my mortal, Jane. When she went running into the forest I had a bad feeling so I followed her while staying in the shadows. I knew she was not meant to see me or she might be in even more danger. I followed out of sight as she went off the path, causing the werewolves of the forest to become annoyed. I knew there would be trouble.

I saw Jane run deeper and I frowned and flew after her, this would not end well. I was forced to stay back as the gray female with the dull blue eyes chased down Jane then bit her. I clenched my teeth and narrowed my ever changing eyes as the pack circled Jane and snapped at her. I knew interfering could cause trouble so I would stay back unless I knew there was no way of getting her out. She had to learn to care for herself or I would never be recalled to heaven.

I listened to the paralyzing howl and wanted to slice their muzzles off but I knew better. As the female with the stunning black pelt and the icy sea blue eyes came towards Jane I couldn't help but wonder if today would be the day she finally finds she has a guardian angel.

Jane was yelled at and was forced into submission. I growled softly, knowing none of them could see me. I waited and waited, watching as they took her to their pack lands. I felt my heart stop when they came at her with a knife. I flew down, stopping the knife with my own sword and staying in front of her to keep her out of the way, making the wolves back off quickly in surprise. Damn. Well, at least she knows who I am now... Sort of.

The female with black fur, Mirage I believe her name was, swiped her claws at me but I blocked it with the flat of my sword and swung it hard at the female, the edge of the sword hits her shoulder and sinks in deep. She howls and attempts to claw me again. Then her sister gets into the fight.

I am shocked as the female manages to pin me to the ground, igniting a growl from the back of my throat, my sword piercing straight through her chest. I think it hit her heart, at least scraped it, I never was good with animal anatomy. Either way, she freezes and gasps, turning back onto her human form as she fades away and goes limp over her.

Her sister screams loudly. I am mortified for a moment, though I was trained in heaven to be a warrior, killing is still something I am unused too. I stand, pushing the body of the girl off of me as it turns human and I pull my sword from its chest and back away as her sister runs to the body and begins to cry, but I don't see what happens as I run towards Jane and pull her in close and wrap my wings around her.

I watch as she seems to pass out in my arms, we are wrapped in the black of my wings. I trace her jaw line with my hand gently. It is so strange, seeing someone you have watched grow from such a young age and have never gotten closer then a mile of being so close to you...

I knew I would love her. I knew I had loved her since I was young. I grew with her. Watching her all these years. I was a child when I died, barely three years of age... When I got to heaven, they, apparently, saw something in me and turned me into an angel and taught me to fight. They then gave me the task to watch her, and as I did, I fell for her. Literally.

A mix between angel and human is never meant to be. It was made poisonous and a sin when a child was once conceived from a male angel and human girl. Though, against all of my teachings, I disobeyed. I watched her and I think it was when I first saw her dance that I truly knew that I loved her. Watching those graceful moves in her ballet class when she was only six, outdoing all of the other girls who might have been thinner, more developed, but not as innocent as her. They all seemed to have future motives; winning male affections, becoming thinner, trying to be mature. It seemed only she had the real intention of doing it because it was fun.

I know that someone will come and try to take me back to heaven and make sure I am no longer watching over her, or kill her, and I do not wish for this to happen so I do believe that keeping my distance will keep her alive. I will only interfere when needed... No other time, at least, not in person.

I release her from my wings and leave her where she is almost home. Though, something compels me to leave her something of me. So I pluck a feather from my wing as I leave and drop it where she would be. I watch as she walks home, totally oblivious to what lurks a head, but clutching the feather tightly.

Day 2,

The next day, I watched her as she got ready for a run. You must know, I am no Peeping Tom, I don't watch her as she dresses or undresses. Okay... Maybe it happened once or twice by accident, accident I tell you, but I learned my lesson when I was smacked down for it by my mentor in heaven, who no longer cares what I do as long as I don't get sent back for training.

I learned at a young age that lust would get me in trouble. Though, around adolescence I found it harder to keep my eyes off of her as she developed more as a woman. Finding myself shifting my weight and blushing bright red whenever I saw her in anything that showed off more skin then a sweater and jeans. Hell, even in a sweater and jeans.

I once stood behind her mirror, hiding in the shadows when she twirled in the dress she would wear for her eight grade graduation dance. She had been utterly stunning, and I was to embarrassed about how I couldn't even sit right while watching her so I had to hide in the woods instead of watching her go to the dance. Another reason I didn't go in was because a guy named Sam was taking her, as a friend of course. Bah. Friends my ass.

I was able to shake it off the longer I was around her though. I learned to control myself, the way many human males I have observed do not. Humans are so strange and so fascinating. They are flawed. Broken. Though they try. They really do. It's the ones who don't that bug me the most.

I watch as she walks down into the forest, going right off the path and towards the wolf pack, and wonder, for a moment, if Jane is looking for trouble or if she is just brave and curious. A thin and brown coated omega female came out and got Jane back on the right path and I relaxed. Though, of course, that did not last long as I saw another angel head her off and attempt to attack her.

I landed in front of her and swung my sword at him, missing and watching him fly off. I made the mistake of lowering my guard when he 'left' but he came back down and sliced a gash in my arm. I recoiled with a hiss and cover my bleeding arm with my free hand and swung my sword at him, lashing a long cut with the tip of my sword on his chest and then the edge of my blade hits hard on his side. He finally takes the hint and leaves, so I put my sword away, glancing at Jane out of the corner of my eye.

She touched my arm and I pulled my arm away, her touch sent chills straight through my body and I sucked in a tight breath... It was like being electrocuted and I instantly wanted more. I knew it was a bad idea though, but she seemed intent on taking care of my wound and she grabbed my wrist.

I grab her wrist, knowing her touching me would not be a good idea. Even more so if that angel was here to keep her from knowing to much and from me being stupid, but I loved her already so they'd have to kill her to make sure nothing happens. Even a kiss between an angel and a human is poisonous to mortals. It was made that way after the angel was cast out after having a child with a human.

She grabbed my shirt and we went back and fourth like this for at least ten minutes before I tired of it and I sat down and allow her to tend the gash. She flushes it out with water and I wince and growl, moving away a bit but she speaks sharply and I can't help but do as I'm told, but I'm not sure what to do.

I look at her as she begins asking questions, I simply nod or shake my head. I know so much about her, I see it is only fair for her to know some about me. I can talk. I can! Though, I know that talking to her would make more of a connection and attachment and I don't want that if there is already another angel sent to dispose of her. She will die someday. I won't. I have already set myself up to be hurt when she dies, and I doubt she will have any chance of becoming like me.

She then asks me who I am and I feel a heavy guilt on my chest and I know I have to do something to show her who I am. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her in, my wings wrapping around her. I look at her as she begins to be woozy and I sigh softly. I let her go, watching as she tried to wake up, seeming half asleep now. She tries to touch my wings and I grab her by the wrist and shake my head.

She asks if I can talk and I reply truthfully and nod. Then she asks if I will talk and I hesitate before shaking my head and I can see the disappointment along her face and it makes my guts twist a bit. I looked at her as she asks me if I'm an angel, smirking and giving her a 'you really got to ask' look. I nod though, deciding not to be mean.

I stand, reaching down and gently helping her up so she is standing and spread my wings to be able to take flight, watching as she gets wide eyed and seems to want me to wrap them around her. I mentally shake it off and take off, flying just out of her sight so I can keep an eye on her.

I follow her in the trees as she heads home, averting my eyes when she changed into the yellow sundress. I just watch her, though my mind floods with why that other angel would be here and why he would be attacking her and who he is.

Day 3,
I spend the whole night trying to think of how I could possibly keep her safe. Every time I think of her dead or injured a horrible tasting bile builds in my throat and I have to swallow it back down. I watch her sleep, she looked so peaceful and innocent. Almost angelic. Some people might think it is creepy but I have watched over this girl her whole life. It's not like I just met her. Besides, I have to keep her safe.

When she wakes up, she gets up and goes to get the dogs she has to walk. I follow her down the street, staying along the forest. I see Mirage notice her and point at her and they shift into wolves, stalking forward and giving off a soft enough growl that the dogs can hear it and it begins to freak them out, though I don't know if I should worry about the dogs or not, but my first priority was Jane, it always had to be.

I moved to get in front of the wolves to stop them from catching Jane but I was quickly pulled back by someone I couldn't see. I blinked as I was shoved back and against a tree, causing my to grunt a bit as I glared at the male in front of me, clearly Angel, though by how dark and busted up the wings appeared, I could tell it was a fallen Angel. No. Not fallen. The Angel of Death.

"Don't remember your old pal?" The voice that came past his lips was quiet and raspy. It was like he hadn't spoken in ages. I looked at his face, trying to see his face through his hair. Everyone knew his story. Everyone knew why he was the Angel of Death. Though, now, the consequence of falling for a mortal was death, not being damned to a life of killing and splitting families and ruining lives. Though, why he was here, was beyond me.

I pull my sword, "Move!" I hiss, needing to get to Jane. I can already feel the pack moving in on her and I feel more and more anxious, needing to get over there soon. I felt like my chest would explode from the thought of her being hurt that much. I knew she would be hurt if I wasn't there.

He swung at me first, grazing my chest with the tip of the sword and I swung back harder, landing a slight blow to his arm and made a long cut, but I didn't do total damage and wasn't very deep. I was built to be a guardian. This was what I was trained for, though this man was thousands of years older then me. I knew there was little chance I could win this fight. At least, not fairly.

We fought back and forth, swinging and landing blows on each other but neither seeming to gain much ground over the other. We were in a deadlock, he had the power of being trained longer, though I had new fighting techniques that were made to block the old ones he had. Neither of us were willing to give. We didn't want to loose this fight and for a good reason. It would mean weakness if we did loose. Well, that was until I heard Jane scream.

I glanced between him and the fight that was going on with Jane and Mirage. I couldn't decide for a moment before instinct took over and I flew towards them. I landed a blow to one of the wolves in the leg then turned to Mirage and swung. I hit Mirage with the sword and she howled in pain. I moved her away from Jane, shoving her back hard, then took my sword and pointed it at any werewolf that came to close.

I grasped Jane close, pulling her to my and wrapping my free arm around her side. I could almost hear her mind begging to go home. She just had that look on her face, the one that people got when they were scared and needed to go somewhere they thought was safe, and I intended to take her there. I wrapped my wings around her, watching as she went limp in my arms and I took off and went to her house, sneaking through window and laying her down on the bed.
I look at her for a moment before touching her wounds with the tips of my fingers and watching them close without a single mark. I look at her and sigh, backing away and disappearing. I can't have her seeing me more then she already has.
I watch her through the rest of the small day, watching as she goes through her normal house and I smile every time I hear that laugh of hers... It is hard to ignore that ringing laugh and sweet voice.
I keep thinking on what happened today... I can barely stop thinking of it... But, then, new thoughts burst through that and into my head... Thoughts of me and Jane... Maybe, since she now knows about me, I can be a little less stealthy... Maybe, just maybe...

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Please do more and pm it to me ! I love Jane and Darion and cant wait for them to be more together ! Please finish this story soon or i will go mad ! Please ?