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by KYLA

In the vastness of Arizona, before there was a desert, it was covered in water, with only a few islands peeking out of the water. On these few islands lived a few villages of people that had to use boats to travel to other villages. On the largest, most exquisite island lived the Lord of Mesas, Sequato Busak.

Through his spyglass, he watched the villagers. The one who caught his eye the most was a sixteen-year-old commoner named Tutania Sena. She didn’t mean anything to the chief of her village — he who only cared that his village was the smallest, least fertile island.

Sequato wanted to meet the chief to discuss his predicament. He called for his jeweled staff and golden boats. His servants rowed for three days before they reached the smallest island. The chief greeted him.

“Excuse our mess, we don’t have very good lucky in growing things,” he said.

“I did not come for an inspection. Let’s walk to the other side of the island so I can tell you my problem,” Sequato replied.

The chief agreed and they journeyed nine miles to the other side of the island.

“What is your situation, my lord?” the chief asked.

“I have found love in one of your villagers,” Sequato replied. He stared at the ground, but it seemed like the ground stared back, since his eye color was bronze like the ground.

“What is her name?” asked the chief.

“I don’t know. All I know is that her skin is like the darkest almond. Her eyes are as brown as the otters of the lake,” Sequato said.

“You mean Tutania,” the chief said.

“Can I have her hand in marriage?” asked Sequato.

“You must take it up with Inkpotto Plato, the Lone Ranger of our village,” the chief replied.

So Sequato took his advice and went to the potter’s cottage.

“Inkpotto Plato?” he asked when he saw a man with a Western fedora come to the potting room.

“It depends on who is inquiring the services,” Inkpotto said.

“I am Lord Busak,” Sequato said.

“Oh, what can I do ya for? A vase? A pot? A cauldron?” Inkpotto asked.

“None. I want to marry Tutania. I’ll give you all the gold and servants you desire, your own village on the second largest and most exquisite island.” Sequato replied.

“I’ll fetch her at once,” said Inkpotto.

He gave Tutania to Sequato and Sequato gave him his own royal boat with his gold and servants, which then headed for the second largest island.

Sequato took Tutania to his palace on his island and had her prepared for the ceremony.

“Let me go back to my sick father,” she begged.

Sequato was too much in love with her to let her go.

“As soon as the ceremony is over,” he replied.

“Then I will not marry you,” Tutania said.

She ran in her wedding dress to the smallest boat and rowed away. Sequato was so furious that he cursed the land with his staff and made it into a vast desert. He vowed the lake would not come back until he married her.

by KYLA

Long ago, in the early 1990’s, Mark Lawrence bought a house. His daughter Laura accompanied him. She was only 5. When they first moved in. Mark discovered a tribe of people living in the field behind his house. They had a forbidden religion that required the conjuring of Immortal beings.
Mark didn’t like this, so him and his militia slaughtered the people and buried them under the field. Grimm, keeper of the dead threatened to take his life, but Mark offered Laura’s hand to him. He tricked Grimm and trapped him beneath the basement. The entrance was through an old 19 century furnace, which was sealed up…. Until

After 11 years, on Laura’s 16th birthday, Mark moved into the old Lawrence house with his girlfriend Mary, who insisted that it was lovely.
Mark agreed, knowing that no harm could come to them as long as the door to the basement was covered. However, Laura went exploring in the garden when she found a window just barely about the ground. Mary examined it with her and the both of them discovered the basement.
Mary insisted that they find the door to the basement as Mark uncovered it. Laura found herself amused by a collection of her father’s old paintings.

One caught her interest. It was a painting of Grimm, but she didn’t know that. He looked like an ordinary casenova that wore a hooded robe and carried a scythe, “Papa, who is this man?” she asked. Mark jumped at the painting.

“Put that down Laura, it’s cursed.” Laura was still curious. She heard a whisper so charismatic.

“Set me free Laura” said the voice. Laura looked inside the furnace and saw eerie gold eyes set right on hers.

“Who are you?” she asked. “I’m your deepest most desperate desire” it said.

“Let me out Laura; it’s been so long since I’ve seen those beautiful blue eyes” it said.

“Do I know you?” she asked. “Yes, but your memory has faded, since you were a child” it said. Laura began unscrewing the bolts on the furnace.

“Are you a mole?” she asked.

“No. My name is Grimm, and I’m your most desperate desire” he said.

Laura got the grating of the furnace. Her father called her. She bid goodbye to her mysterious friend and went inside. She strolled past the garden were she found some sort of key. She took it and pushed her way through vines and honeysuckle. She came to a field where dark clouds hovered above. Near her was a small stone building like the entrance to a tomb. It had a door that required a key. She opened it with the key she had. She began to go down some steps. “Laura, don’t go in there” her father yelled. Grimm pulled her in and the door closed.