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All the Cbers
All the Cbers and Adimins where in the woods, in a cabin, huddled around the fire. One cber, with pink glittery hair looked out the window. Snow was falling, covering the trees in a white blanket. She sighed, and looked back to the fire.
From the loft, Æs and Capatchas thundered down the stairs. They joined their counterparts around the fire. They joined conversations. And then one big discussion began.
"I miss the CBers who left," the Pink glittery haired one said.
"We all do." The Cbers all nodded in agreement. " I feel, after the Æ war... Some just got diconnected."
The Cbers stiffened at the words spoken of the war,months ago.
"Please don't mention that time," St.Owl said, sitting taller.
"Why not? It happened. Why not talk about it. If the new Cbers never know, how can they prevent one after we are gone?"
St.Owl sighed and began. " Remember the Statues?"
All the Cbers murmured at the mention of the Statues, the marble carvings of every Cber that where destroyed during the fire."
"Fire?" one of the new CBers asked. "What fire?"
"One of the main buildings in the City was destroyed during the War. It was a big half circle, three stories high. Once you made a post o thread, as the Adimins approved it you got a statue. The statues where where the Cbers could be remembered after they left. Or idolized. The Æs didn't like that they didn't have statues. Now they do, of course."
The door of the cabin swept open and a figure entered. Her cloak was an ombré of pink to purple to a deep blue. She was not human, nor animal. Her ears where a point but white furred with pale insides. One brown eye was in her right eye socket. A blue in her left. A white tail swept down behind her. She was taller than a human, she was like a more feline version of the Na'Vi.
"Not all of us are gone forever," she began, leaping with inhuman speed to the stair railing. There she perched. "I said I would pop by."
More Cbers of the Past entered the cabin. Ton, Winter, Red, JtSF, Pete the Trollslayer, and many others streamed in.
"We never are gone forever."
"Maple?"
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You can continue this, or criticize it. This may only be a matter of opinion. Feel free to do what you wish.
submitted by ..., age 12, Oz's Stall
(April 9, 2016 - 8:23 am)
(April 9, 2016 - 8:23 am)
"No, none of us are gone forever. But we all move on. That is the way of things. The world is made of cycles, of coming times and going times, and if something were to stay put forever, it would disrupt the continuation of the world. So you must understand that we have to get used to change."
"But," Said another CBer, with rainbow pigtails and a dog in her lap, "We miss you! We miss you all so much! It's not fair! So much change at one time is also a disruption!"
"Well..."
(April 10, 2016 - 7:28 pm)
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(April 12, 2016 - 3:08 pm)
"But," continued one of the ones who had left, "you miss us and vise versa but things come to an end a begin. You can't change the winds of fate."
"Yes." The other One Who Left nodded in agreement.
"Things change."
"Things happen."
"And things go on," finished Maple.
(April 12, 2016 - 7:37 pm)
I don't know what to say. This just destroyed me. My mind has been blown. I can't talk. This is so touching. My only complaint is that you didn't you mention the Nostalgia war. That nearly destroyed the CB. And then the smaller was which recently occurred Mei and Cho …
(April 13, 2016 - 12:59 pm)
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(April 13, 2016 - 6:04 pm)
I think it was a war, if but a small one.
(April 14, 2016 - 9:37 am)
A conflict, perhaps?
(April 19, 2016 - 8:35 pm)
"It is life," Blue Fairy said sadly. "But we are still here—"
"—Through quarrels—" Winter added.
"—During wars—" another chimed in.
"—Across peace."
"Though it may seem—"
"Like we are gone, we are not. We are still here, and in your hearts. And you are in ours," they all said in unison.
"And you are in ours," the CBers chorused.
(April 13, 2016 - 7:18 pm)
Many people streamed into the room, but one pair of eyes-- one very light, very very blue, very detailed pair of eyes-- were focused on only one.
Wishing she was there.
Wishing it was not simply only a reunion but a comeback, a time where she could see everyone again, every day, and not forget, not pine.
And there she was. There but not there. Perhaps not conscious. But there, in flesh and bone, and the eyes feasted on this figure that they had been hoping for, hoping for such a long time.
The figure with the crackling, electric suit. With the black hair and purple eyes, or in the eyes' mind, at least.
And one mouth said one word.
"Somebody?"
(April 13, 2016 - 7:34 pm)
"Somebody?" I breathed. All the Cbers heads whipped around. Somebody turned away, but we could all feel Somebody's gaze still lingering. I pull on my black hair. I hate, but love discussions remembering the past.
Danie, Somebody, Maple ... all gone. But not. "Why would anyone want to leave?" I asked after a couple moments of silence. "Why? Mei, Leaf, whoever she is said she was going to leave in August! I tried to talk her out of it ... but ..." I couldn't say anymore.
I fled from the room, my tears clinging to my cheeks.
Spammy says ivrt. Yes, I did avert my eyes.
(April 14, 2016 - 2:24 pm)
I sincerely hope this doesn't spark another Nonstalgia War. I joined at around the time of it.
(April 15, 2016 - 9:12 pm)
While the Cbers and Those Who Had Gone Before looked upon each other, caught in the ever-whirling Mists of Time for what seemed one fleeting, bitter-sweet moment, Esthelle, perched in a corner of the window sill, searched the flickering faces of the Past Cbers. The One she sought was not numbered among their ranks. With ever-ebbing hope, she looked toward the wistful Present CBers, and knew even before she had beheld the last that the One she sought was not to be found there. She shivered and nestled deeper into the dusty sill, the frosty pane cold against her cheek.
The snow fell on and on, hurled by the icy North wind in swirling infinities, careless of the fastened moment within the lonely cabin. The tossing snowflakes mirrored the hopes and fears whirling unfettered in Esthelle's mind. The frost crept further up the solitary window-glass, and with a trembling finger, she traced into it's sparkling intricacy one name: Merenwe.
The frost whispered in Esthelle's ear as it covered the wavering name, blanketing it in it's crackling chill. Her eyes closed, and shimmering tears rolled down her frigid cheek. Would the bearer of that beloved name too be devoured by the ever-hungry maw of Oblivion, cold and forgotten?
Esthelle opened her eyes and cast about the log-hewn room once more. Where was the long-missed face? Would she ever behold it again? She wavered on the treacherous edge of despair. At last she gave in, and fell like a discarded stone into it's unfeeling depths.
"Cho!" she wailed, reaching out her hand toward the astonished CBers. "Cho! Balletandbow! Scylla! You must know! Where is she! You must tell me! Please!"
(April 16, 2016 - 12:54 pm)
Scylla stood by the fire, her stance not unlike that of Mad-Eye Moody. She had the same tough aura about her, enforced by her piercing green eye. Dark hair had fallen over her scars, making her seem almost normal, but the firelight cast shadows over her face, making her seem.... evil. "I can't help you, Esthelle," she said. "Merenwe's 16, you'd imagine she's got her own life, can't come back for us." She sighed. "I wish as much as the next person she'd drop in, but I'm not sure she will." She looked at Cho, emerald eye glinting. "She's your aunt, you can ask her, can't you?" She turned back to Esthelle, snow and ice crackling from her thick coat as she did. "I'd imagine she's out there, lost in the snow, seeking a hearth."
The wind seemed to whisper, "But no one comes.... no one comes...."
(April 16, 2016 - 10:12 pm)