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Mythstuck II Chapter VIII
    His mind raced as he looked around for the cabin with only two candles lit. In every window that he could see had distant, blurry lights on the window sill in only rows of three. "Please tell me I'm not the only one that sees it." Karkat looked to the other two men, "Can either of you see the cabin?" John squinted as he began to shake his head, "No, but I remember that there were numbers above the door. I thought we were cabin 8." His eyes glanced to Dave for any form of confirmation. He only shrugs, "I never noticed a room number; John could be right." Karkat nodded as he looked back to the group of cabins before the three of them began to continue their walk towards them. "Do you think she died?" John asked, "Like, I'm not trying to get everyone's hopes up...or, in this case, down, but do you think that she died while we were looking for that book? Or carrying this damn lance?" Karkat huffed as he walked closer, staring at the window. "I think she's stronger than that.
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Mythstuck II Chapter VII
    The only thing that was lighting the room was two lighted candles by the window of a cabin. They were in one of the many cabins that were built in order to house the ones that were injured. One candle was to people that were leaving soon. Two candles were to people that would stay for a long time. Three candles were to the people that were never coming back again. In the first months of the apocalypse, it was depressing to see the number of three candles in the majority of the cabin's windows. Karkat felt that the room was heavier from the presence of a third, unlit candle next to the first two. The three of them sat beside the bed Carol was in. Her arm was wrapped, and the dressing was already bleeding through. There was also bandages wrapped around her head to cover her left eye. The cover was pulled over her chest, her skin was pale and her eyes were sunken. She looked like death, in Karkat's opinion.
    "The fuck would he want us for?" Dave said quietly as
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Mythstuck II Chapter V
    "Fucking what do you mean?" Karkat looked at him, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "What do we do?" Kankri gulped, putting his hand on the back of his neck. "I'm unsure. Are you suggesting something?" Karkat looked up, realizing they were at the bottom of a hill. "Um, one of us goes up there and look around to see if the area's clear. If it is, we move on." Kankri nodded, "Yes. That is the most reasonable thing to do, but there is danger around." Karkat blew his bangs out of his face, "Okay, but could we be the danger? It's on fire, we came here by fire." Kankri pursed his lips and crossing his arms. "Perhaps. I'll go up since I'm the most experience." Karkat nodded, Kankri pointing in the direction they came from. "Keep watch. If there's danger, you'll know." Karkat crossed his arms as he turned his back to Kankri. "What if there's danger where you're going?"
    "You'll know. I'll be back." Karkat huffed and looked around, finding not
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Mythstuck II Chapter IV
    Guilt was the only thing he could feel for the walk; the guilt of not talking to Dave before he left. Or at least not telling Arturo to talk to Dave for him. He huffed as he stepped under a tree, hiding from anything that could be aerial. He hadn't gotten a chance to look through the bag on his back. He wanted to meet this Kankri person first before he could look through the bag so he wasn't ambushed easily. His legs ached as he sighed, "How much farther north do I have to go before I can get to that damn place?" He looked north as he began walking, not expecting something to bite at his leg and pull him from the ground. Karkat flails, feeling his backpack drop and him fidgeting. "What the fuck!" He looks down, gulping and trying to reach for the backpack. "Shit, shit, shit, shit."
    He heard twigs snapping from behind him, his hair standing up on the back of his neck. "Fuck me." Someone laughs, the snapping getting louder before he feels a ha
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Mythstuck II Chapter III
    "Vantas," Arturo said as he pulled Karkat into a small room, Karkat spotting a map of the county of Mono and those surrounding it. Push pins were pressed through it; most were red and few were white, Karkat gulping as he looked back to Mr. Nitram. "Yes?"
    "I've been watching you. Studying movements, recording activity and such," Arturo began. Karkat felt like the wind was knocked out of him, nodding. "How long have I been under surveillance? One month? Two, even?" He shook his head, "Three years, actually." Karkat's heart stopped, watching him as he walked to a table, picking up a yellow file folder, it having few pages from the thinness of it. "At first, I thought you were a spy of the empress, really. You seemed to be defensive and seldom...until we decided that you were probably scared for your life and that blond teenager. Davis, is it?"
    "Dave," Karkat spat out, "His name is Dave." Arturo nodded, "Dave. Yes. Anyways, Carol and I summed it up
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Mythstuck II Chapter II
    He thought Arturo flew. He knew the Nitrams were fairies, but he's only known Rufioh to fly. Instead of it, they walked through the forest towards the base. 
    "But isn't walking a dangerous thing to do?" Karkat asked quietly, "Through the woods like this, unarmed?" Arturo shook his head, "You may have to think about it, Karkat; we're not traveling by those noisy machines, were not using any form of magic to be tracked down to and it's the early morning. Alternians are nocturnal, mostly, and even if we are spotted, we can always defend ourselves. This, in fact, is the safest way to travel as of now." Karkat looked to him and looked at the snow. "Is it going to storm later? Like a snow storm?" He shrugs, "They'll assume it's day-walkers." Karkat nodded as he looked up, he becoming aware that there was an open clearing ahead of them. "Isn't the base supposed to be here?"
    "It is here, dummy." Karkat nearly jumped out of his skin, looking behind
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Mythstuck II Prologue
    Once again, he stood on the Skaia's water tower. The only difference between then and now was a four-year difference. He watched over the rebuilding village, his gaze shifting over to the outside of the wall. The water tower was one of the only look-outs claimed by Skaian forces that over three miles away from the wall. The young man could barely look inside the once grand city, let alone be able to tell someone what was going on inside. Today, however, he was to watch out for anyone- or anything- approaching the wall. If he felt it was a threat, he had to call it in. If it was a definite threat, he was to take the provided gun and take it out.
    He watched the bare streets as he shook from the cold air, staring for anything approaching. The worst about this is that he is not allowed to speak, not allowed to make noise. If he were to make a sound, it would come with severe punishment. One was to only speak when spoken to.
    "Tower
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Mythstuck Epilogue
    The first thing he met when he awoke was a flash of light.
    The second thing he met when he awoke was Kanaya over him, fretting. "Dave!" He couldn't move, he couldn't speak; all he could do is stare in horror as Kanaya propped him up, "Dave, are you okay?" Dave barely shook his head, looking around. "I...I..." She nodded as she stood him up, "You were possessed, we know." Tears ran down her face, she wiping them away. "Dave, do you remember what happened at all?" He shook his head, looking around.
    They were on top of the water tower, Dave looking down in horror at the city that went into flames, hearing the distant screams before some were silenced abruptly. Dave looked to her as she gulped, he staring with a dazed look in his eye around the tower. Karkat, Rose, John, Jane, Kanaya and himself were on the tower, huddled away from the edge. The skies were black from smoke billowing from the fires below, his eyes burning from the tears and smo
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Is anyone interested in doing a switcharound meme with me? message if interested i guess
Anyone open to an art trade?

comment below if interested :0
I guess I'll have an ask for my troll OCs (and maybe the KOD)

So consider this as an official notice for an ask Polara and Cylest (and maybe the KOD) 
==> Shelby, check your sylladex

 
She pulls out her sylladex before she pulls out four books in it. His eyes widen at them, pulling them into his arms and setting them on his table he begins to flip through the top book quickly. She looks on, gulping. "It's pretty amazing that you trained your aviator to deliver messages like that." He nods as he puts the first book down. "What are you looking for in those books?" Atlas picks up the books and flips over one of the page pieces on the table, the back of it the monster's face. He then drops the page, sets the books down on top of the table and draws a line across his neck from ear to ear. "You want to defeat the monster?" He nods, resuming to his search. "What are in Maddox's books? The language isn't Kryta..." Atlas looks back to the messages on the paper, writing another message below the previous ones. 

MADDOX WAS A WARLOCK. HE WAS THE LAST OF OUR KIND THAT COULD READ A DEAD LANGUAGE CALLED MODRA...UNTIL MY MOM TAUGHT ME.

   Shelby tilted her head, "Modra?" Atlas closes the second book and opens the third. "If Modra is a dead language, then shouldn't it be indecipherable?" He shakes his head, picking up the third book and points to an image; a circle with three circles in its shape. "What is that?" He sets the book down and picks up the message page again, writing another note. 

REWRITE HISTORY, DESTROY THE BEAST. GO BACK TO THE PAST.

   
"Really? Who will go?"

YOU. I WOULD GO, BUT I KNOW HISTORY AND I CAN PERFORM SOME OF MADDOX'S SPELLS. THEY DO NOT WORK ON THE MAGE THEMSELVES WHEN THEY PERFORM THE MAGIC.

   
"But how will I talk to you?"

WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT. WILL YOU HELP US?

    "I figured that I would since this affects me as much as it affects you. How old has your Lineage said you were?"

MY MOTHER, ESTRELLA, SAID THAT I AM 12 YEARS OLD.

   
Shelby looked at the boy. It's believable; he looks small and frail. She, on the other hand, was able to take blows and rather tall. "I am 16. I will go, but you have to tell me what to do." Atlas nods as he sets the book on the table. He points at the wall behind him, another drawing on the wall before starting to scratch another message into the paper

I NEED YOU TO GO OUT AND GRAB ME SOME THINGS BEFORE WE BEGIN THIS JOURNEY. THE FIRST ONE IS TO GET ANOTHER WAY OF COMMUNICATION BESIDES WASTING PAPER. I'LL MAKE YOU A LIST OF ITEMS FOR THE TRAVEL AND I'LL SET UP THE COMMUNICATION. AGREE?

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I'm Shelby and I'm a currently a sophomore at my high school. I'm currently working on a story, Mythstuck II. I've been on deviantArt for about 3 years now on November 3rd, I'm just switching accounts to filter my things.
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Posting original content here~

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Can u plz spread the word? :3 
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Done.
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Emmyhedghog22 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist
I hope it wasn't any trouble though ^^;
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Nah it's fine; sorry I didn't get it done sooner, though.
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Emmyhedghog22 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2016  Hobbyist
*throws conffeti at you* HAPPEH BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY : D
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melancholicArtisian Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you!
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Hiii!
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Hey, Amy!
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Hi Shelby!!! :>
what's up??
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