WOW!!! THIS IS AMAZING! HOW THE HECK DO YOU WRITE LIKE THAT??

*silently* every charecter is a forbidden or an evil person and gets to fight except for me though... I just existed. I've only been shown once, and *rubs arm where somebody hit it* I'm practically a toddler...

Brookeira~Senpai, did Icy~Chan do something wrong or offend you? She's sorry if she did.

Icy. I'm not mad. You're just tertiary.

I would honestly give you a bigger part, but I have nine main characters. NINE! NIIIIIINE!

Sure, my writing sounds GREAT to you guys, but if you read the story as a whole instead of in parts, it isn't that great. It introduces too many charries at once, it switches POV at a ridiculous rate, etc. It's decent, but not AMAZING.

Sorry, just had to rant. I might write a new part tomorrow. 

Part B of Part 21~

Peter flew back and hovered over the Agents; they shouted and roared, firing at him. He shot out of range just as an Agent slipped to the ground and shifted form into his sister. His sister Somebody lay motionless.

"No!" Peter cried.

A bullet whizzed by his head, and Peter flew into the clouds.

The battle was breaking up; there were simply too many Agents. He dove, grabbed his sister, and shot away like a feathered red rocket. She was heavy, and her dead weight was heavy on Peter's back.

He whirled and shot back to the fight. His friends were tiring. Peter swallowed and flew towards a spire with a conpicuous gash in it.

Peter peeked into the hole. A girl sat, eyes cold, and watched the carnage from a glass seat.

Curio.

Peter was angry, furious. He flew down, wings sending clouds of dust up from the floor.

"You!" he yelled. Curio stood and turned.

"Oh, the shifter's brother returns," she said coolly, "how goes the fight?"

Peter scowled. Curio had a amssive live-feed viewing screen in this room connected to a security camera, a bird's-eye view of the fight. She didn't need to ask. 

"Why did someone who looked like you talk to me?" Peter yelled, "How did you go into my dream?"

"What?" Curio asked, lip curling, "Peter, if this is some childish game-"

"IT ISN'T!" he snarled, hurling the vial that dream-Curio had given him against the floor where it shattered, empty, "Who was that? Why did they come?"

"What in Dante's inferno are you talking about?" Curio snapped, "I know nothing of someone who looks like me."

"It was me."

Curio was looking behind Peter, gaping. Peter whirled to see dream-Curio standing there. Now that Peter saw the both of them, he saw the difference: real-Curio was dimmer, less clean, seemed contaminated, while dream-Curio was bright and seemed to glow with health.

"Dream-Curio!" Peter said.

"Call me Cathy," she smiled.

"Who are you, and how did you just... appear there?" Curio asked through gritted teeth.

Cathy smiled. "I have my ways."

"Not good enough."

"Well, I'm sorry."

Peter watched the exchange in silent awe.

"Why have you done this, Cath-Curio?" Cathy asked.

"For the Forbiddens," Curio said calmly, "they need to be cured. And for-and for my sister."

"But she didn't want to be cured," Peter said, angry, "why don't you know? We keep fighting because you won't listen!"

"My sister can only be happy if she's equal," Curio said, "she hated having to keep the secret. I was helping."

"NO!" Peter screamed. "You don't deserve to be her sister!"

"Peter, Peter, shh..." Peter felt Cathy touch his shoulder and looked up to see Cathy looking out the window.

"Curio," Cathy said, "is this what you wanted?"

Curio turned to the window and watched the battle. Her hands shook slightly.

Peter watched as Booksy collapsed next to Saint.

Peter watched as Leopard collapsed next to Balea.

Peter watched hundreds of Agents fall.

Eventually Shade was the only one left, and then she too fell.

But Shade's fall was different.

Shade hadn't stumbled or dazedly tried to break her fall as she fell. As Peter watched, she simply collapsed. 

A red stain spread across Shade's clothing. As the three watched in horror, an Agent stood over her and three more stains appeared on her clothing.

"Is this what you wanted?" Cathy repeated. 

O.O

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! CURIO WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOOOONE?!?!?!? *Starts strangling with hair once again* NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! CATHY, SAVEHERSAVEHERSAVEHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Hey, Brookeria!! I am LOVING this story. I even wrote a fan fiction of it! Sort od. It's on the Writing Competition thread. Would you look at it? I have a question.

I really like the story I wrote that I am directing you to. It contains many of the same aspects, although I changed alot. I know you are looking to get this publsihed, and I think you should. But I would also like to publish my version.

But my question is this: how can I rewrite the story so it's not plagerisim? If you want, we can work together on ways to un-plagerisim this. Thank you so much.

Part 22~

Peter watched as Curio punched the screen until her knuckles were bloody and the picture was gone.

Peter watched as Curio slumped to the ground, sobbing for Shade.

Peter watched as Cathy put a hand on Curio's shoulder.

Peter wiped tears from his own eyes and pulled his wings in, walking up.

"C-Curio-"

"Shut up, kid. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

Curio punched the jagged shards of glass to punctuate the last one. Blood ran down her fist.

Peter stumbled back and ran to the hole in the tower wall. Unleashing his wings, he flew to see the carnage for himself.

Red. So much red. He didn't stop to pick out the living from the dead, he flew back in.

"Make it stop," Peter sobbed to Curio, "please."

Cathy turned to Peter sadly. "It's in humanity's nature to be afraid of that which is more powerful than it," she said.

"Shut up! I was HELPING Shade! I... I..."

Curio was sobbing, crumbling as Peter watched.

Peter looked on, tears flowing down his face. He turned to Cathy, and with shaking breath, asked, "what did you give me? What does the True Name you gave me mean?"

"It will let you fix this. That's all that matters."

"It... I can just wish for everything to be fixed?"

"Just like that. Though, it may not be in the way you expect..."

"I'll do it."

Peter rolled down his sleeve and took a look at the True Name that Cathy had given him.

He wished that Shade wasn't dead.

He wished that Curio wasn't bad.

He wished, simply, that everything would be fixed.

He wished-

Shade Dragon waited at the bus stop, lounging in the afternoon sun. Shade heard footsteps like the patter of a stream into a basin behind her and turned to see Brookeira, an armload of books in her pale hands. Where Shade looked like an elf of the forest, too wild and raw for the city, Keira looked like an elf of the icy seas, too pure and pale. They cut an odd pair, but their friendship was a close one.

In fact, Shade might say that Brookeira was her closest friend.

After all, they were both huge nerds.

"Hey," Keira said, "I bought you Return of the King. I know you love fantasy."

"Thanks. And I see you bought ten D&D Manuals."

"The more the-mmph-the better!"

"Hey, wanna put those down? You have your swimsuit from gym, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Hanua Bay opened for visitors today."

"Say no more!" Keira grinned, "let's go over."

Keira and Shade were roughly an hour early, but the residents of the nearby village let them in early.

The waves pelted the shore, pure teal and shimmering foam. A lone girl walked across the waves, playing violin. She was tan and graceful, somewhat tall.

"That girl is something I will never be," sighed Keira.

"What? Good at violin?"

Keira shoved Shade playfully. "Nope. Tan."

They both laughed and pulled out their swimsuits, preparing to change. A girl entered the beach, her little brother running ahead. The girl had a mint-green streak in her brown-ponytailed hair, and the boy had a flame red streak in his.

When they saw Shade and Keira, the one with the ponytail waved with the proper politeness of a stranger.

The boy, however, ran to Shade and hugged her, eyes wide.

"Shade! You're alive!" he yelled.

Shade was off-put; she didn't know this boy, and how did he know her name? And why wouldn't she be alive?

"Erm, sorry, kid, but I don't know you..." Shade said. The boy wilted. 

The girl with the brown ponytail groaned. "I am SO SORRY. Petey here has been doing this all day. Just earlier he ran up to some nice girl and called her Leopard."

"It's... fine," Keira interjected, sounding as bemused as Shade felt. 

The girl led him away, embarrassed. The boy stopped for a moment and asked Shade and Keira:

"So... do the words "True Names" not mean anything to you?"

Shade was even more confused. "Er, no. Keira?..."

"Not to me, either," Keira shrugged, "it sounds interesting, though. I should write it down sometime..."

The boy-Peter, his name was-turned and saw the girl playing violin. "ABIGAIL!" he yelled, dashing off. His sister groaned and ran after, yelling after him to stop.

"Huh," Shade said, "weird kid."

More tourists were trickling in now, slow but steady. A girl with light blonde hair and a swimsuit with a leopard on it passed, along with three girls chatting aimlessly. A girl with a spiky pixie cut and a ballerina on her tutu came in soon after. Peter assaulted all of them with questions, much to the amusement of Shade and Keira.

"First day of summer vacation," Shade said, mostly to herself, "not bad at all."

THE END