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Things She Did in 2009

January - She rang in the new year with the girls. She broke up with her boyfriend. She watched MSNBC. She ate pepperoni bread. She reminisced. She rolled her eyes. She smiled. She yawned. She trembled. She painted her bedroom. She listened to the Foo Fighters. She worked. She volunteered. She felt at ease.

February - She went on blind dates. She fell asleep watching Beavis & Butthead. She drank the occasional cup of coffee, despite her strong dislike for it. She ate chili. She battled insomnia. She listened. She tried to stay as centered as possible, despite volunteering in a field that made her feel angry, dejected, helpless, and hopeless. She struggled to remind herself of all the things that make it an awesomely anticipatory experience to wake up in the morning instead of a heavy, scary, and pointless one.

March - She did yoga. She cooked. She went to Salem, MA. She bought a cowboy hat. She drank Heineken. She drank Irish Car Bombs. She wore green. She celebrated St. Patrick's Day in Philladelphia. She found usefulness in temporary distractions. She reminded herself that there are good people in the world. She listened to The Smiths. She took photos of her dogs in the snow. She worked steadily. She voiced her disapproval of her mother's innappropriate friendship with a taken man. She burnt her tongue on hot chocolate while walking home from Dunkin Donuts.

April - She hiked with her dog. She ran herself ragged through volunteer work. She took pride in the fact that she was actively part of making the world better. She refused to get caught up in the drudgery of life that causes it to lose its magic. She kept herself afloat, even if it took the smallest, most insignificant thing to make her smile. She read books. She swam in a quarry. She went to the dentist. She had two teeth extracted. She popped vicodin like candy. She watched the hummingbirds feed. She listened to Billy Joel. She hated her job. She dyed Easter eggs. She cleaned. She slept. She didn't sleep. She sat on the porch and watched the deer. She watched SNL videos at work all day.

May - She threw her sister a surprise birthday party. She got shitfaced. She wore sombreros. She ate pistachios. She realized she had been off anti-depressants for a year, and she was okay. She finally started to feel like a real person again. She gained self-assurance. She felt infused with a newfound surge of positivity. She volunteered. She hiked. She almost passed out at work. She attended the annual Pet Expo in Robbinsville. She acquired a BlackBerry. She made bonfires. She made friends. She did yoga. She got frustrated with training new staff only to have them quit after a few weeks, because the working conditions are so intolerable and the boss is crazy.

June - She quit her job of two years. She freed herself from a miserable work environment and people she hated. She finished volunteering, having promised herself she wouldn't do it for more than a year (she lasted 9 months). She went to Bamboozle Fest to see No Doubt perform. She went on vacation. She drank like a fish. She went to the beach. She hula hooped. She got banned from a hotel she'd been returning to every summer for 8 years. She got pissed off. She ate nachos. She danced to Michael Jackson songs.

July - She turned twenty-three years old. She attended a Fourth of July party next door. She started sleeping with her neighbor. She made new friends. She went to the beach. She went to the tiki bar. She went to the movies. She partied nightly. She ate ice cream. She got a parking ticket. She listened to The Eagles. She met unsavory characters. She criticized. She defended herself. She cried. She laughed. She learned. She threatened. She questioned. She avoided. She confronted. She rolled in from next door at 5 AM every morning.

August - She visited family in New York. She went to the beach. Her boyfriend ceased to be her neighbor. She attended a graduation party. She played poker. She drank margaritas. She reconnected with old friends. She went crabbing. She went fishing. She went shopping. She drank root beer flavored vodka.

September - She made a conscious effort not to swear like a trucker when meeting her boyfriend's grandmother. She ate birthday cake. She fought with her sister. She went to Home Depot. She broke up with her boyfriend. She spent as little time at home as possible. She got kicked off her friend's property after telling a pirate joke. She went on a blind date. She ate sushi. She smoked weed.

October - She went to Atlantic City. She started seeing a new love interest. She drank wine with her creepy neighbor. She watched movies. She ate Kobe beef. She cut up her foot during a drunken walk through the woods at night. She spent a lot of time in Central Jersey. She drank Long Island Iced Teas. She felt frustrated. She distracted herself. She got sick.

Legend
Aer Karu: The crowning of a king.

Deep beneeth the peacfull land of karu magic the dark forces gathered a thousand years had passed and small pockets of the gathering darkness reared their ugly heads. Small things began to happen throughout the lands. as the evil tested its power. People began to disapear, some found dead others never heard from again. Sightings of wickedness and of small bands of darkness roamed the peacful lands in the cover of darkness the sightings became more numorus, the closer they came to the sorce of the dark powers. And they all seemed to be heading towards the mountians, as if called, orc's ,dark elves, drow, humans, mages and sorceresses alike.

In the lowest levels of the subterranean fortress buried deep beneath the dark moutians, the high mage paced the vained floor of a small tourch- lite cell.
Before him two battered and bruised men sat chained to a pair of onyx chairs. one wore the blood and filth covered remnants of a necromancers robes. the other wore the shredded and stained crimson rags that had once been the silken garb of a dark mage, a journeyman practitioner of the vast and ancient arts of magecraft.

The high mage's pacing came to an abrupt halt. Luxuriant purple robes swirled about his sparce form. Long bone white hair slid across his shoulders accuentating the pallor of a face that had not seen the sunlight in a thousand years. One beringed hand shot out and his thin fingers closed around a swollen jaw of the journeyman mage. the high mages most trusted right hand man, who had until a few days ago served his master the high mage and done his bidding unquestioned. Now the journeymans sash had been stripped of its jewels of achevements and tied around the mans throat to mock his once proud status as the high mages most acomplished and magicly gifted apprentice.

"Capture Him" he hissed, "bring him to me. that was my command" Long ridged nails dug deep into the apprentices skin. "Yet you return empty handed"...
"He was to powerful" the apprentice protested weakly..."Not even I could stand against him..."

"Powerful ?" Silver eyes snapped with fury and white frost formed on every surface as the rooms temperature plunged in sharp responce.
"Of course he was powerful! And YOU let him slip through your fingers...."

"What more could i have done master? The elven broke through our defences... "the apprentice mage coughed and groaned as his broken ribs protestsed. "I tried to hold them off, to give the others time to force him into the trap.....but then he.....his magic....just exploded. He suprised us all"
"SILENCE!" the high mages free hand shot out with vicious force, despite his great age and increseasingly frail appearance, his fist smashed hard against the apprentice's face. The heavy rings of power on each fingers amplified the force of his blow, and the crack of bones and crunch of breaking cartilage echoed off the stone walls of the chamber. blood sprayed from the apprentice's mouth and nose. A groaning breath wheezed out of his lungs and he slumped senseless in his bonds.

The high mage turned to the man in the ragged necromancer robes and whipped a wavy edged onyx blade from the sheath strapped to his waist. He snatched a handful of stringy black hair and yanked hard,pulling back the prisoners head and exposing his throat to the razzor sharp edge of the dagger. Pale gray eyes surrounded by stubby black lashes looked up at him in mute fear. Fresh blood trickled from the mans nostrals and the corners of his mouth,mottled purple bruises from an earler beating swelled across his body. A pulse beat a rappid tattoo in his throat like the wings of a trapped bird trying to flee, his barreled chest rose and fell with short rapid breaths.

The necromance swallowed convulsively,the skin of his neck pressed against the razor sharp edge of the onyx blade with each breath. Even that light touch tore a fresh slice in the captive's skin. No blood trickled from the wound. The dagger's thirsty black metal drank every drop before it spilled and the dark carbon stone in the daggers pommel began to flicker with ravenous red streaks. The necromancer froze in breathless silence.

The high mage's lips twisted into a snarl..."And you butcher boy, did you seriously think for ....even the tiniest moment that your miserable insignifcant mortal life held any value to me except as a means to capture..Aer Karu..(pronunced Air) The high Mage leaned forward letting his silver eyes turn to dark bottomless wells of blackness, sparkling with red lights as the gathering of powerful black magic swelled within him.

The necromancer stared up into those twin pits of blackness and knew he was staring death in the face.He'd seen death before, a few days ago where they had set the trap to capture Aer Karu when he had pulled the sword from its sh