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Why does everyone think I’m stupid? I know that I am not as smart as Hermione but come on! I get pretty decent grades on my exams!

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This is my take on it: All stories are inherently character driven. The plot flows out of the characters, who they are and what choices they make. Without characters to make choices and put events into motion, you have no plot. So the real difference between character and plot driven stories doesn’t lie in the story then, but rather in what the author chooses to focus on. Do they choose to focus on the characters, who determine the series of events that make up the plot? Or do they choose to focus on the events themselves and not the people behind them?

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There she sat, on the carpet floors of her office. Her desk was destroyed at the impact from being flipped over. Her papers scattered around the room. At this point now, Amaris had finished sobbing at this point, collectively trying to gather herself, and her thoughts. Echoes of the conversation ring in her ear; An’s words piercing through her heart with knives. She ran her hand up her face, through her hair, letting out a long sigh. She stood to her feet, moving her raven waves out of her way. Her expression fell short as she witnessed the destruction of her office, moving toward the flipped desk, using the strength she had, despite being sore during the Siege. Once the desk was back on its fours, she stood there for another brief moment, a tear dropped from her face on the surface of the table. Shaking her head, she wipes the tears away, leaving her office and making her way to the kitchen, though in her walk toward she stops, her bright golden eyes meeting with another set of eyes, pale gold.

“Rayna…” Amaris gave a small smile to her daughter. “What are you doing here?”

Platinum blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, arms crossed over her body, the feeling she gives off, dismissive. “Only a few places you could be in Eversong, I figured you’d come here first before heading to Lormeus’ home.” She turned her face slight away from her mother, not being able to meet her look.

…Rayna. Did you-”

“Meet my father?” She interrupts, “It was weird you know? I just ended up going to Silvermoon tonight, just to get away, be young; as you say, and I meet this Illidari, and oddly enough the time I spent with him felt normal. Like I knew this man, and the way he spoke of knowing you.” She meets her mother’s eyes, “How could you not tell me he was at the very least he was alive?”

“Rayna, please I can explain.” Amaris moved over to her daughter, reaching to touch her arm, but Rayna pulls away.

“Explain then. What are you possibly going to say?”

“Rayna, listen, please. What I did, keeping you from him was for the better. He left me, yes, to do what he felt was right as he liked to say. Him knowing about you, wouldn’t have changed anything, and you knowing about him wouldn’t have changed anything either.”

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“I asked you questions! I asked you for years! I asked and asked about my father. What would have been so hard to simply tell me? Why did you leave out someone who could have been so important in my life, when you know I struggled with my magic! You know I never understood why I always felt the darker side. The side that belongs to my father! He could have helped me, he could have helped us!” She spoke passionately, frustration, and anger in her tone.

“I didn’t want you hurt…he was never going to be around-”

“You didn’t know that! Maybe he would of, maybe he would have been there, but you didn’t give that chance.” Tears roll down her cheeks, the look of betrayal set in her eyes. “….You always did what was best for us, but never what was best for me, and for that, I don’t think I can ever forgive you for this.”

The pained look on Amaris face would not go unnoticed, but she did not deny that this was in fact that she did deserve her anger, her hate. “Rayna, I’m sorry. I can’t change what I did, and I won’t stop you if you want to find him, all I ask is you just be careful digging into a history you may not be prepared for.” 

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Prepared for. Maybe I could have been prepared, but you took that away. You took so much away.” She moved passed her, heading to the front door she pauses once she reaches it. “I’m going to find him. I’m going to get the answers that you never gave me.”

  “That’s fair, and I will not stop you.” Amaris said, still having not moved from her spot. Her heart was pained, and a sense of failure overcame her. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to protect you.”

“Think you did more damage by protecting me, don’t you think?” With that, she opened the front door, and slammed it shut behind her. Amaris didn’t move. She didn’t breathe, she was frozen in her own guilt. 

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In the middle of a pandemic what’s the first thing you want to hear? Is it that during the infestation of a bug we cannot see that we may be invaded by a bug the size of a small mouse? with a stinger!!! What do you think, will this be like the African Killer Bees of the 1990s or will it be more like The Savage Bees 1976 TV Movie? Or both? https://ift.tt/2zUeL2X by Radio Wasteland

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