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Abstract Gender: Chapter 9 'Gods' Part 1Abstract Gender: Chapter 9 'Gods' Part 1 by RayneShikama
Chapter 9; Gods (Part 1)
The first week of December brought in some brisk temperatures; but it also brought with it wrestling season. As school let out, some students had begun to gather in front of the gymnasium in preparation for the first wrestling sparing match of the season.
Eimi Potter leaned against the side of the gymnasium, hiding her anxiousness for her upcoming match. She was the first girl to ever make the schools wrestling team. Around her were her friends Brett and Evan, who she had been hanging out with more and more as the weeks went on.
“Do you know anything about your opponent yet?” Brett asked Eimi.
“No,” Eimi said flatly, her fishnet covered arms crossed over her chest, “I won’t know until we weigh in.”
“You have my permission to use the Hawke sleeper hold on the guy,” Brett confidently smiled, “never fails.”
Eimi raised an eyebrow, “Uh, thanks…?”
Evan glanced at his watch, “yo
Worlds of Dreams TGWorlds of Dreams
On the still, shimmering shores of Crystalle Bay, Risa looked to the west. The mercenaries were close. She could taste their silver on the wind.
“Are they coming?” The boy she called ‘Bento’ asked with his hands clinging in front of him.
Tipping the hood of her cloak back, Risa’s pale-orange hair undulated and danced, branching into long whorling waves. She stretched out her hand and drew forth her spirit sword. Her flaming hair began to smolder with darker, prickly patches. The last time she’d done this, she’d turned all her clothes soot-black. Bento took a step back.
They’d come from the turbulent east where the winds had formed the sand to jagged rocks and castle builders made mansions which lasted a day. Beyond that, the salt-rusted mecha colonized by gray gulls and the sailboat cities of brackish lagoons. All that way, the mercenaries had followed.
Her spirit sword flowed from a fine, twinkling tip whic