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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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  • Edited by moofant: 7/15/2013 4:52:28 AM
    [u]Remember John[/u] “Remember John – the strength of the Wolf is the Pack, and the strength of the Pack is the Wolf. Keep this phrase close John. Live by it, and you will prosper.” “But father, what if I lose sight of my pack? What if I am alone and only darkness surrounds me?” “John, light travels to the darkest of places. You can always find it – you just have to know where to look.” John, a human Guardian – wielder of the Traveler’s awesome power, has been trapped inside a dark and dilapidated building for three days. Three days ago, John’s fireteam was separated by a sandstorm that caught them in a Cabal controlled city near Elysium Mons. John took shelter inside the building closest to him -- a round building – small in comparison to the abandoned skyscrapers surrounding it. The storm eventually settled, but the sand left behind engulfed John’s shelter. Opening the door was possible, but the cracks forming in the door’s glass by the pressure of the sand outside convinced him to leave it shut. The next day, John was awoken by light shining through the door he entered previously. Another storm must have blown the sand away. John opened the door, and saw a body lying in the square in front of his shelter. He rushed towards it, but the sandstorm made it unidentifiable. He found a pair of dog tags. They read: “Human: Warlock – Koning, Daniel”. John was overcome with grief; Daniel was a member of his fireteam and a childhood friend. John seemed to erode like everything else in the city around him. “Is this how it all ends?” he thought. John recalled the dream he had last night: “…something my father once told me.” In an instant, he reclaimed himself: “I must find my Pack.” Works Cited: "The Law of the Jungle" --"The Second Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling.

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