Well, the Elders Council found out about his little.... problem... but things will be alright. Won't they?

The Late-Night Call is a heartfelt romance about how one unexpected phone call in the middle of the night changes two lives forever. The story follows Maya, who answers a call from a stranger named Eli—a call she almost ignores. What begins as accidental late-night conversations slowly turns into a deep emotional connection. Through honest talks, shared pain, distance, fear, and healing, they learn to trust again after past heartbreaks. The story shows how love can grow in quiet moments, how connection can form before faces are ever seen, and how choosing communication over silence can turn something fragile into something lasting. At its core, The Late-Night Call is about taking chances, letting your guard down, and discovering that sometimes the love meant for you arrives when the world is quiet enough to listen.

Deep beneath the earth, a restless dwarf counts cracks in the catacomb ceiling, unaware that something ancient is waking below her. Far above, Persephone destroys flowers out of sheer frustration while Medusa scolds her for sulking, and a demon knight sharpens her cursed blade to the rhythm of dungeon screams. Their worlds collide when the dwarf suddenly emerges from the depths—singed, eyebrow‑less, and carrying news of widening fissures that breathe sulfur and flame. As the ground trembles and a distant cliff collapses, the unlikely quartet realizes they’re standing on the edge of something older, hungrier, and far more dangerous than any of them expected. ---

Kerosene Bay is a city that refuses to die quietly. It festers, leaks, and keeps moving out of spite, dragging everyone inside it along for the ride. This story drops you into that slow collapse and lets you watch it from the gutter up—through broken friendships, bad love, late-night decisions, and the kind of humor people use when hope feels irresponsible. These pages aren’t about heroes or clean redemption arcs. They’re about survival, identity, and the lies people tell themselves to make it through another night. The work unfolds raw and unfiltered, showing the process as much as the product: unfinished moments, sharp dialogue, and scenes that feel uncomfortably real because they are. If you’ve ever loved a place that hurt you, laughed when you shouldn’t have, or stayed up too late chasing something you couldn’t name, this is for you. Step inside. The lights are still on—for now.

Kano put a hand over his face, nursing a post drinkage headache that was beginning to form. Eidothea stood away from him, her back turned and her arms crossed. Carry however stood looking at both of them, feeling sorry she had caused such grief. New free will and consciousness aside, she was meant to help the captain. And instead she had potentially ruined the mission, though she hoped she could find a way to get them back on track. “Perhaps we could just look around for a force powerful enough to correct this error. There's bound to be a bright enough mind around that would know of a way to accomplish such a task.” She said finally, breaking the pair of clones moment of silence.

Kano was, of course, completely mystified in that moment. “Dazed” wouldn’t have done justice to the level of confusion that went through his poor, badly made clone brain. Luckily, Eidothea was there, and bright as ever. She understood the mission, the instructions, even the means to get there. One thing she didn’t quite understand was why that weird little gut feeling inside her was screaming that this was a bad idea.

Kano broke the awkward silence by saying, "Well, if that's what we're doing, then I'm all in. Let's uncover your mystery — maybe I'll learn something about myself in the process." Thea smiled and replied, "When we've found the Argomid, we can change course and find out what your past is. I'll stick around for that." Kano smiled back at her, then stumbled as the Careener jostled. "We have now entered the atmosphere of the planet Peleppargo. We will be touching down shortly," Carry chimed. Thea helped him to his feet, then shot him a worried smile and said, "Okay! Here goes everything, I suppose!"

“It would seem, Captain, that Eidothea is not owned by ANY of the Xynian companies in existence. Therefore I cannot register her as a crew member. Are you satisfied with my answers to your query, Captain?” Kano folded his arms and stamped his foot. “No! I am NOT satisfied with those answers. How did you expect me to find crew members outside of Xynian territory?” At this question, Carry chimed back immediately, “To add a non-Xynian into a Xynian conclave, a person of enough standing must make a company under their parent branch and have the non-Xynian sign an ownership form to verify their employment. Would you like to make a company, Captain?” Kano stood there in stunned silence for a moment. “Yes, Carry—I'll make a company.”

But before Kano could reach the pool, he heard a mysterious voice say: “Excuse me, sir. You look like a man with his whole future ahead of him. How’d you like to know what it will be?” He turned to the question and saw a woman. She had an alabaster complexion and black hair that shone in the light and hung around her face in loose curls, pushed back by a bandana. She wore many loose layers of colorful cloth that swayed and shifted constantly, but hung on her just perfectly enough to define the curves of her body. Kanopus also noticed that on her wrists were a great many gold bracelets, extending in great variety from her wrists halfway to her elbows. And her face—it was lit up with a sultry smile and a mischievous glint in her bright green eyes. But when he turned to look at her, the look changed from mischievous to a twisted-up face before she burst out with a laugh. “What? What is it? What happens in my future??”

But there was only one sigil that she recognized from the artifact, a line with a squiggle that ran down it to make it look almost like a spring or a screw. In its description it claimed this sigil was used commonly for teleportation, but the costs of the materials to inscribe the sigil were rather hard to acquire. Apparently it had to be written in fresh blood, but not just any blood. It had to be the blood of a very powerful undead creature.

“Hello there!” The blonde one said cheerily with a wave. “You must be Lady Marabelle.” The redhead said smartly. “Welcome to Witches Club” The brunette said sullenly. “We’ve been expecting you” The black haired one said curtly. “I'm Hama!” The blonde said, even more bubbly than before. Which Dimidel didn’t think possible. “Siobhan.” The redhead said with a polite salute. Dimidel couldn't help but feel a bit disarmed by her presence. “My name is Greta.” The brunette said, edges of gloom piercing every word. “And I am Vera” The raven haired one said

Lucky thing she had hidden, she thought as she heard the woman's footsteps leaving the opposite way. As she stood there hearing the pair depart, their footsteps creating a strange unison, she began to feel angry. How could this be? Should she tell Alarae about this? What if this was normal for Franmia? She had most certainly heard of the political game in Franmia being quite intense, but she feared for what they were planning. What's more, she thought, is that they made it sound like there were more of them. She crept back to her room, no longer in the mood for food. In the place the young girl had been standing were a set of footprints scorched into the stone floor.

Dimidel retired to her chambers. As she settled into her new bed, she took a moment to reflect on the day’s events. Despite her apprehension, she felt a growing sense of determination. She was ready to embrace her new life and face the challenges ahead. She decided to start on the book she had grabbed, it was about a young girl who was set on a journey to find love. As the girls was navigating her fresh adulthood she suddenly had to pick up shop and leave to meet her betrothed. Dimidel related heavily with the moody but serene character, and began to doze with those thoughts of missing home. That night, as she drifted off to sleep, Dimidel couldn’t shake the feeling that her journey was just beginning. The future was uncertain, but she was determined to face it with courage and resolve. And it was with all of those thoughts held that Dimidel began dreaming.

“There it is, on the other side lies your new life as Lady Marabell.” Dimidel froze in the walkway of the room, she wasn't prepared for this. This was not only the first time out of Andimion but also leaving the country? To a strange new land where she would have to be someone she wasnt? Was she ready? Could she actually do this? As she was frantically thinking those thoughts, Lord Arcley laid a hand on her shoulder and said. “You are not alone, and you never will be. We’ll be there every step of the way and if we can't then you can make new servants with ease.” Dimidel was shaken at the thought of losing more of her new friends, but nonetheless his words had strengthened her resolve. “Let us go from this place and do well in our duties.” She said finally, briskly walking into the portal.

King Andil and Queen Chobela had been fussing over princess Dimidel since her return to the castle. At first they detained Ser Breeze, but after Ser Longfollow returned, missing a leg and clutching the left horn of the demon all was explained and he was healed. Lady true was collected and a short service was held and she was buried. The king and queen had heard of the forgotten powers of a witch princess, purely as a legend. And deducing that if there were demonic forces vying for their daughter they ought to do something about it. But that need not involve explaining why they were after her.

When he awoke, he had mustard on his face, which he wiped with his sleeve. Then he swung his legs out and tried to listen to see if it had been Carry that had woken him or if it was of his own accord—when suddenly he did hear: “Captain, you’re awake. The communications module is being transmitted to, and I need your permission to answer the call.” Kano sprang up and began dusting off his uniform, which he had slept in, and began briskly walking towards the cockpit’s comms. He saw the square-looking box with a red light blinking and a sharp beeping and blurted out, “Answer, Carry! You can answer!”

KANOPUS CHRONICLES: EYE OF ARGONA Kanopus, who, although he DID have good charisma, was not a very intelligent, wise, or lucky man. He wasn't weak, being able to reasonably pass most examinations of health and combat training as long as they weren't too mentally taxing. He could honestly run pretty well and keep his pace for an almost admirable time. But when it came to his hands, he tended to be a tad clumsy at best and other times downright fumbling. But nonetheless, he graduated from his clone education with incredibly low scores and was granted a ship. It was small, especially for a freighter boasting only a cabin for 6 with no captain's quarters. But it had moderate equipment and a load with a first assignment. The fresh-faced Kanopus stepped aboard his ship for the first time and sniffed deeply, then exhaled. “It smells like ship.”

Mr. Zeltrude walked up to a stump where he had a cage containing three different creatures. A Frog, a Rabbit, and a Tortoise. “Choose who would be your first subject if you would please your highness.” he said, gesturing to the cage. Still wearing her befuddled expression she hesitantly pointed to the rabbit. Mr. Zeltrude retrieved the rabbit who was bucking wildly and trying to shove off with his feet, until he touched the rabbit's forehead and sent a spell of calming through it. “You need not kiss the animals on the lips, luckily i might say, just a kiss anywhere will do. And you have to say these words, ‘Serve Me Well’. Afterwards the creature will become a person with a role most representing them as an animal. For example if you would? ” He said holding the rabbit out to her. She gingerly held him and pecked him on the cheek, and whispered. “Serve me well."

Mina is a small woman with Ivory skin and emerald eyes a princess, Ashton is a tall man with dark features and icy blue eyes a prince and warrior from the east. Mina can barely tolerate Ashton and wants to kill him at every available opportunity. What will She do when fate decides they must work together to survive? A mistake that trades their souls and they must keep the other one alive in order to save themselves. Will they work together or will Mina be guided by her hate for Ashton and find a way to kill him?

White: Order, teamwork, protection. Small creatures and control spells. Blue: Knowledge, strategy, manipulation. Counterspells and card draw. Black: Ambition, power, sacrifice. Uses life and resources for advantage. Red: Chaos, emotion, speed. Aggressive damage and hasty creatures. Green: Nature, growth, strength. Big creatures and ramping mana. Each color has its own style, and mixing them creates new strategies!