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Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 4Both dragons roared as they charged at eachother. Although one was a bit above the average size for Space Dragons, and the other only baby sized by Space Dragon standards, both of them slashed at eachother with such ferocity size didn't matter. The larger one was teal with silvery wings, whereas the smaller one was crimson with golden yellow wings.
The teal dragon snapped at the crimson dragon with its huge fangs, but the smaller dragon had lept out of the way, using its small size to its advantage. But the teal one wasn't about to let it get away, and using its large tail, smacked the crimson one into the wall with a crunch.
The crimson dragon groaned and growled as it got up. With great speed, it lept at the teal dragon and slashed at its face viciously.
Roaring, the teal dragon shook it off and breathed a jet of flames at the smaller dragon.
But the other dragon had fire sacs too, and bre
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 3Boba returned several days later to Kamino: the job was easier then he thought, all he had to do was guard a strange mansion as items were transferred out to another location. Either way, he was back, and was hoping Cecilia was ready to talk to him again.
Upon arrival, he was aware of some sort of emergancy going on, there were Kaminoans rushing about, and none answered him when he questioned them. He was just outside his apartment when he met up with Tuan We, who looked terribly sorrowful.
"Whats going on? Everyone is in a panic. Did Kamino get some sort of threat from that man?" he asked her.
"I wish we did. Its.... Cecilia. She's gone, Boba," she said simply and plainly.
It was the wrost blow he could've received. As fast as he could, he ran into his apartment. Immidiatly he cursed his stupidity, he saw he had forgotten to activate the droid. He looked around, there was no sign of Cecilia
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 2The little girl paced around the main room, filled with excitement. Yesterday she had gotten word that her dad would be back today, after a weeks trip. He took these trips often, though she didn't know where he went on those trips. Alls she knew was he looked for people, and sometimes did things for them, though she wasn't sure what they were.
For the fifteenth time that day, she looked out the window. It was raining out, but she could see the platform where her dads ship was usually parked. Nope, nothing.
Cecilia sighed and sat down in a chair. She was tired from all the pacing, but found it impossible to sit still. She always felt lonely when her dad was away, even though she did befriend some clone children.
The clone children were, like herself, human, though slightly younger then her, three and a half cycles old. Her father explained, when she befriended them, that their original selves were in an accident tha
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 1Infamous Boba Fett was actually feeling unsure as he walked into the Kaminoan Prime Minister's chamber. He still couldn't belive what he was going to do. He couldn't say why, either. He just wanted to. And to top everything off, a weird name was stuck in his head. Cecilia.... A girls name, at that. So heartless, unfeeling Boba Fett was feeling emotions. And it bugged him.
The truth was, Boba was going to clone himself, as his father Jango had cloned himself before him. If he thought about it, it made perfect since. He was not invinible, as the Sarlacc incident had proved. And someone had to continue bounty hunting when he left. And rather then let someone like Bossk or Zuckuss somehow produce a heir that would, somehow perhaps, become the best bounty hunter, he would beat them to it.
So sooner then he had expected, he had landed on Kamino, and was now begining his request for a clone.
"I don't want any special modi
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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