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originally posted in:The Black Garden
Edited by Aleroth Aloki: 7/15/2013 2:13:33 PM
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Spread your wings. (Fan Fiction Contest)

Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us writers to take center stage for a time. The Black Garden as well as our friends over in Arts and Stuff are going to host a contest that is solely devoted to writers. The rules are simple. For any who wish to enter, you are tasked with writing a short little anecdote that is to have a maximum of 300 words. The location for this piece of work is to be located in the picture provided above. The deadline for entering is this Sunday(14th) at midnight. For any who wish to enter, please submit your stories by placing them in the comments. Judging will be done in two phases. The first phase will consist of a Panel of both groups reading over each story and deciding which seven are the best of the best. Once the first stage is complete, we shall hand it over to you, the audience, to decide who is ranked number one as lore master. The Winner of this contest shall receive a print of the Buried City signed by the Destiny writing team. Good luck and Be Brave.

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  • My ventilation system was damaged. Grit and sand began to fill the spaces in my helmet; some of the grit found it's way in between my teeth. The rusty grain left a terrible metallic taste in my mouth. My thoughts kept drifting. "Those Cabal bastards!" I said angrily. "They took Taurus!" "Just try to stay calm. We need to get you out of this storm." said Libra in a concerned voice. She gestured towards me, her sights set on the buried city. "They headed towards the Dust Palace." she murmured and gave me her cloak. It helped to filter the sand from the air. Her deed comforted me. We came across what appeared to be an old subway station. It's infrastructure dug deep into the dunes of the sand. Orange footprints speckled the floor into the building. "They definitely came this way." she said confidently. Libra and I slowly walked up the steps of the station. As we walked past the gates and entered the station I could hear gunfire deep within the corridors of the building. Libra and I nodded and darted towards the direction of the noise, hoping we could rescue our companion in time. As we got closer to the source of the struggle we could distinctively hear Taurus; heartily chanting an old war poem. "...For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack!" As we turned the next corner the sight that struck us was one that we would never forget. There was Taurus, standing atop the back of a Centurion, pulling his combat knife out of the neck of the beast. The bodies of Legionnaires scattered the room. He turned to us as if we were late to his party. "Loots in the corner." he chuckled.

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